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Chapter Fourteen

Harry and Voldemort stared at each other for what seemed like hours. So it finally came to this where either one of them would die while the other was alive and fully triumphed over the one that was dead. Harry didn't mind dying; it was the thought that Voldemort would continue his reign after he died.

"So, we meet again, Harry Potter," Voldemort said quietly.

"Yes, we meet again, though I must admit I'd rather be anywhere but here," Harry growled.

"I must agree with you there, Potter, but for me, I couldn't be any more happy than to see you here in front of me. Do you realize what's going to happen?" Voldemort asked, his burning red eyes gleaming with greed.

Harry steadied his breath and looked straight back into his evil eyes without blinking or flinching. This was what he was destined to do, and no matter what, Voldemort had to be defeated so the whole world could be saved.

"Yes, I do. One of us must die so the other can triumph. Neither can live while the other lives," Harry said calmly.

"Very good, I am impressed. I can see that you've done your research well," Voldemort exclaimed, fingering his wand.

"This isn't the time for compliments, Voldemort," Harry hissed.

"But of course. I see that you are eager to die as I am eager to kill you," Voldemort said, smiling, "I won't delay the appointment any longer. We've both been waiting a little more than twenty years counting when you were a baby. Enough time's passed. Let's go on with it now. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Harry barely dodged out of the way as the spell hit the farthest wall before Voldemort tried again as Harry blocked the curse. Finally managing to get behind a pillar and catch his breath, Harry could hear a high-pitched laugh.

"You think you are able to hide from me, Harry Potter?" Voldemort yelled out happily. "You will never be able to defeat me, the greatest wizard the world has ever known!"

Harry took in a deep breath. He had to get out from behind here and face this evil wizard…but what? Running quickly out of his safe heaven, Harry pointed his wand at Voldemort.

"Cruacio!" Harry yelled and Harry heard a high-pitched scream emitting from Voldemort, making him know that he had hit his target.

Sinking down to the floor, Harry breathed. It wasn't over yet, but at least he'll be able to have some time to think and be able to know what to do next. He didn't know how long it would be before Voldemort threw off the curse or someone came to help him, but it was enough.

He had to use the Killing Curse—it was the only way…but did he have to un-jinx him to do that? Harry could just kill him now…but that was too simple.

A voice in Harry's mind spoke to him, Idiot…he killed your mother and father and millions more to boot and you think he's showing mercy? Kill him now when you've got the chance and it'll be all over.

'Yet,' Harry thought, 'I've never killed anyone before…'

Do it now.

Harry stood and started to raise his wand. Suddenly, a sharp pain ripped through his arm and Harry fell to the ground, clutching his arm and yelling in pain.

"Thought it was easy, did you, Potter?" a voice said above him. It was Lucius Malfoy.

Harry tried to stand in anger, but fell down again, pain coursing through his arm and down through his whole body. Lucius laughed.

"You thought it was going to be that easy, did you, Potter?" Lucius said, leaning his face toward Harry's contorted one, "he planned it all out so you would think it was really easy and simple to defeat him."

Turning to Voldemort, who had managed to overcome the curse, grinned.

"I've got him, m'lord," Lucius exclaimed.

"Good, now, it's time." Voldemort stood over Harry, who was still writhing in pain. "Thought you had me, didn't you, Potter? Well, it's time for you to die. Offer your condolences to you parents and Sirius for me. AVA—"

"—DA KEDEVRA!" someone shouted from behind them.

Voldemort's eyes suddenly went wide with fear, and before falling, his body twisted around, staring at his killer in horror. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Voldemort fell on top of Harry.

Harry struggled to see who it was, but fell back in pain, but not before seeing a streak of blond hair standing at the far doorway. It couldn't have been—but Harry didn't have time to contemplate. Grabbing his wand with his good hand, Harry pointed it at Lucius who was staring at the door in horror.

"Avada Kedevra!" Harry said weakly and seeing Lucius falling down, Harry fell back and fell into darkness.

Author's Note: My apologies to those who think this chapter is horribly written. I'm trying to finish it and move onto other things, as I do whenever I'm almost done with a story. And my apologies to those who always think the chapters are great and thinking I'm doing a great job as usual in offending you with saying this.

But anyways, thanks to those that have been reading and reviewing faithfully, you all keep me writing this story and others in the way they are.

I hope you all enjoyed that new Harry Potter book; I thoroughly enjoyed it, though I was surprised and mourned at the end, though I won't say if you haven't read. But anyways, off the subject. Thanks again to those who've been reviewing and I'll get the last several chapters up as soon as possible.