This is a veryviolent chapter andsomeone dies.If you don'tlike violence, then don't read this one cus it's way worse than the rest, at least it is in my opinon, not sure if you'd think the same thing so yeah. Here's the next gory chapter...
Chapter 27
The Last Horcruxes
James turned around with the rest of his companions and laid his eyes on the cruel figure trying to murder his only son. Lord Voldemort walked in with Death Eaters pouring in behind him. The room was filled with the masked villains, waiting for the signal from their master to attack.
Harry now had his wand drawn as he faced Voldemort. James drew his wand and saw the rest do the same.
"You are in over your head, Potter. This foolish quest of yours will only end in your demise. I applaud you for your efforts, though. An admirable job, but I cannot allow you to continue to destroy my soul."
"I know exactly what I'm doing, Voldemort. I even see a way out of this little Death Eater party without hurting anyone in the process," Harry said. James stared at Harry. A way out? Where? He was not the only one confused. The Death Eaters looked around to see if there was a path through them the teens could get to. James could see the confused expression on his friends faces as well…until Ron put his hand inside his pocket and slowly drew it out. He lightly tapped everyone around him to get his or her attention. James then noticed a hint of gold in Ron's hand and he realized what Harry had meant. It was the Horcrux that had been made into a portkey to Voldemort's lair! James grabbed the locket with everyone else and waited for Harry to touch it.
Voldemort laughed at Harry. "You are so annoying, did you know that? You are the pebble in my shoe that I just can't seem to get rid of, but that ends tonight." Voldemort raised his wand and opened his mouth. "Avada—" Harry flung his arm back looking for the locket. Ginny grabbed his hand and placed it on the Horcrux and the Death Eaters and Voldemort disappeared. They landed with a thud on the stone floor of a large room with a single throne-like chair at the end and a fireplace on the wall.
"Throw it in the fire!" Harry called. Sirius picked up the locket off the ground and ran across the room to the blazing fire in the wall and flung the Horcrux into the flames.
"Come on!" Harry yelled, standing up and running for the door. "We have to find the sword and the snake before Voldemort realizes where we are!" The rest quickly followed and ran down the hall. Harry opened every door he could find, looking for the sword or the snake. He found neither. Becoming desperate, he flung open the last door on the hall and ran inside. The room had wooden walls, and was bare, except for the sword mounted to the wall. Harry ran up to it and grabbed it, but right when he touched it, he was flung back to the opposite wall, landing on his left side.
"Harry!" Ginny cried, running to him.
"Harry, are you okay?" James asked, helping Harry sit up. He was holding his left arm. "I think my arm's broken."
"Here, let me see," Lily said, rolling up his sleeve. Everyone winced at the sight of his arm. It was clearly broken. "Can anyone heal bones?" She asked desperately. No one spoke as Lily looked around. "Well, here. This is the best we can do, then." Lily conjured up a sling and wrapped it around Harry's arm and shoulder to keep it as steady as possible. Harry didn't like the fact that he had to wear a sling to keep his arm steady, especially in front of Voldemort, but he had to admit, it could help it from getting worse.
"I can't touch the sword. How do we get it down?" Harry asked.
"We could summon it?" Ron suggested, though not really believing it could be done.
"No, I don't think it'll be that easy. There's got to be some other way."
"Can't we just destroy it while it's on the wall?" James asked.
"Try it, but I don't think it'll work. It was Godric Gryffindor's sword. I don't think it will be that easy to destroy." James walked toward the sword and pointed his wand at the weapon. He muttered a curse, but instead of hitting it, it backfired and barely missed James as he ducked, causing the spell to hit the wall.
"That didn't work, well, did it?" Draco said.
"Well do you have any brilliant ideas?" Hermione snapped.
"That was a clever exit, Harry, but there is no way it will help you again! You are trapped!" Voldemort's voice rang through the room. "None of you can touch it! I am the only one who can get it down without being thrown back, which I see you have discovered. It cannot be destroyed with a spell and cannot be melted."
Harry stood up as Voldemort strode over to the sword. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and turned to Harry. "This is a rather remarkable sword, don't you agree, even if it is a Gryffindor's." Voldemort waved his wand and eight Death Eaters filled the room and they each grabbed one of the teenagers.
"Stop struggling, Potter! It won't do any good!" The man whispered into James' ear.
"Malfoy!" James cried as he realized who it was that had grabbed him. Sirius cut him off as he cried, "WORMAIL, I WILL KILL YOU!"
Voldemort raised his hands for silence. In one hand, he had the sword. In the other hand, he had his wand.
"You might want to calm down a little, Black. People are always at their weakest when they are angry." Voldemort turned his attention to the Death Eater holding Harry. "Let the Potter child go, Bella," Voldemort commanded. Bellatrix let go of Harry and flung him forward and he landed at Voldemort's feet, causing his sling to become loose and fall off.
"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort called. Harry's wand flew away from him and into Voldemort's hand that already held one wand. "Bellatrix, please take this wand and destroy it. He won't need it anymore." He handed the wand to the loyal Death Eater and Bellatrix gladly took it. Harry forced himself to get up and he went after Bellatrix to save his wand. He didn't want to lose it. It meant as much to him as his Firebolt, if not more. It gave him a sense of security when he had it near. He couldn't let it get destroyed.
"Crucio!" Voldemort cried, causing Harry to fall to the ground in pain. It took all his might not to scream. He would not give Voldemort the satisfaction of hearing his screams. When the curse was lifted, he looked up at Bellatrix who was now holding a broken piece of wood in her hands. "No," Harry breathed. His only weapon was gone. He turned back to Voldemort who was laughing at him. "Don't worry, Potter, Death might be painless, then again, maybe it won't! Crucio!" Harry fell face down onto the ground as the curse hit him again. James watched in agony as Harry twitched violently at the merciless hands of Voldemort.
"Stop!" he cried, without realizing he had said it out loud. Voldemort stopped and looked at him. "I don't think so, James. I am enjoying this too much." Voldemort turned back to Harry and cursed him once more. James fought with all his might against Lucius. He kicked and wiggled and screamed as he struggled with his adversary. "Let me go!" he cried desperately. Lucius just held tighter. Finally, James kicked him as hard as he could in the shins. Lucius winced and involuntarily let James go. James rushed forward, grabbed his wand and shouted, "Impedimenta!" Voldemort was thrown backwards and dropped the sword and his wand as he landed fifteen feet behind him. James ran for the wand, but Lucius took the wand first and recaptured James. Harry, seeing his opportunity for a weapon, grabbed the sword and stood up shakily. The sword was still heavy, but not as heavy as the last time he had used it. Harry turned to Lucius and pointed the sword at him. "Let him go!" he cried. "Now!"
Lucius didn't move. He just held James tighter. "Let go, you bastard!" James cried.
"Let him go!" Harry cried, more stubbornly. Lucius shook his head and tightened his grip even more. Harry raised the sword higher, and put it to the back of Lucius' neck. "Let him go!" Harry said slowly. "Or I will kill you!" Lucius hesitated, and then smiled. "You wouldn't kill me! You can't kill, Potter!" Lucius sneered. Harry angrily raised the sword and hit Lucius on the top of the head with the hilt of the sword. Lucius swayed slowly and fell backwards, causing Hermione and others to gasp. James crawled away from the Death Eater and gasped for breath.
Just then, Voldemort grabbed Harry from behind around his throat. Harry tried to scream, but it came out sounding like a gag. "Get the other Potter, Wormtail! What are you waiting for?" Voldemort cried angrily. Wormtail, snapped out of the daze he had been in and ran to James, but James stunned him, then turned to the other Death Eaters holding his companions. He stunned the one holding Lily and she released herself.
"Go help Harry!" she cried. "I'll get the rest!" James ran at Voldemort, who had picked up his wand again, and shot a curse at him, but Voldemort deflected it. Voldemort had started backing out of the room with Harry. Harry had dropped the sword on the ground as he abandoned the weapon to try and loosen the hold Voldemort had around his throat. James picked up the sword and ran at Voldemort.
Voldemort left the room and half carried, half dragged Harry along with him with James running after him. Voldemort ran into the room they had first entered and threw Harry to the ground. "I would walk out of here if I were you," Voldemort cried. "I wouldn't want to risk causing my son to not exist, but if you insist, I will kill you again!" James raised his wand at Voldemort, dropping the sword.
"You will not kill me!" James cried. Harry! Grab the sword! He thought. Grab it! Destroy it! Find out how to destroy it! He watched Harry out of the corner of his eye, slowly crawling towards the weapon. Voldemort sent the killing curse at James, but he quickly dodged it. James fired curse after curse at Voldemort. James dodged many curses from Voldemort, but also got hit with a few. He was bleeding and bruised; his arm was broken and his ribs were bruised, but he kept fighting. Harry had left the room not two seconds before in search for the snake, but James wouldn't last much longer. He had to get out of here! He couldn't die yet. James sent a jinx at Voldemort, causing him to fall backwards. James immediately ran out of the room as fast as he could in search for Harry.
James found Harry in a room not too far away from the first room. James stopped when he saw he was talking to the snake, with the sword raised. James couldn't understand what Harry was saying. He can speak Parseltongue? Oh, Lily told me about that. James watched. He could tell the conversation wasn't going very well. He heard Harry angrily speak a few words, raise the sword and bring it down, but the snake had moved. "Get back here!" Harry cried in English. James watched as Harry tried to kill the snake. James saw the snake slithering towards him. He raised his wand and stunned it.
"Thanks," Harry said. He raised the sword once more and plunged the sword into the head of the snake.
"Now all that's left is the sword," Harry said. "How do we destroy it?"
James looked around. "I'm not sure. How long did it take for Voldemort to come back last time?"
"Thirteen years, but now that the Death Eaters know about the Horcruxes they'd help him sooner if we killed him before destroying all the Horcruxes."
"So we couldn't kill him with the sword and then figure out how to destroy it later?"
"I don't know. It might work, but I don't feel like going to another rebirthing party." Harry raised the sword in frustration and clashed it against the stone, causing sparks. "How are we supposed to do this?" he exclaimed. He raised the sword once more and slammed it on the wall again. "Remus was right! This is hopeless!"
James watched as Harry continued to raise the sword with one hand and manage to cause sparks on the wall with just one arm.
"You're really strong," James said.
"What? What does that have to do with anything?" Harry demanded.
"No, no, no," James said, standing up. "You can raise that sword and bring it down with so much force, that you're causing sparks and you're only using one hand. Let me see it."
Harry handed the sword to James and he raised it with both his hands and slammed it against the wall. Sparks flew in every direction. "So are you saying, that we can just break the sword?" Harry asked. James nodded. "Listen! This is a very old sword! It's probably survived a whole lot! I highly doubt we can destroy it just by hitting it against the wall! We probably can't even dent it! We can't just continue to go bang, bang, bang! It'll make us weaker and it'll draw attention to Voldemort. He's still looking for us! He still wants to kill me, you know!"
James stared at Harry. "Look, either we try that, or we just leave the sword alone and let Voldemort live forever. It's the only option we have." Harry sighed as he looked at James. "It's not going to work."
"Let's just try." James raised the sword again and again, hitting it against the wall with all his might. To Harry's surprise, the sparks kept getting bigger and brighter, the sword started to bend, and Voldemort still hadn't shown up. That surprised Harry the most. Where is he? What's he doing? Why isn't he here yet? Harry noticed that the banging had stopped. He looked at James.
"Can you do it for a bit? I need a break," he panted. Harry nodded and took the sword in his good arm and continued to whack the sword against the stone. The sword was bending further and further, but still hadn't snapped. Just then, they heard a bang outside the door.
"He's back!" Harry cried. He sped up his pounding as the door was pounded on.
"Colloportus!" James cried. He ran to Harry and helped him bring the sword down each time.
"It's cracking!" Harry cried.
"Harder!" James responded. They pounded on the sword harder and harder, their strength waning fast, the sword was crumbling. Harry stared wide-eyed at how much strength he and James had together, even though he was only using one arm. The sword was coming apart…it was breaking. Finally, with one loud snap, the sword gave away and broke in two just as the door was forced open. There was a loud, piercing scream of anger as Voldemort walked into the room.
"I WILL KILL YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL, POTTER!" Voldemort ran at Harry. In his rage, Voldemort had dropped his wand and grabbed Harry around the throat with both his hands. Harry coughed and squirmed, trying to break loose, but he couldn't think strait anymore. James picked up a broken shard from the sword and plunged it into Voldemort's side in an attempt to free his son. Voldemort howled with pain, letting Harry go. The Dark Lord pulled the half of the sword out and looked at James standing next to him. James ran to the other side of the room, picked up his wand and shouted, "Accio sword!" The sword piece in Voldemort's hand flew towards James, but he didn't want to catch it. He moved out of the way and tackled Voldemort. Harry stood up and joined the two on the ground.
James screamed as he was flung through the air and hit the ground, unconscious. It was now Harry and Voldemort. As they struggled, Harry kept glancing into the furious red eyes of Voldemort's, causing fear to well up inside him. He quickly tried to pushed the feeling aside, but found he could not. With each passing second, the fear became greater. The Dark Lord pounded on his broken arm and Harry screamed in pain. Voldemort flung Harry off and he landed right next to James, but remained conscious. Voldemort grabbed the half of the sword with the handle and ran at Harry. Harry didn't have time to get out of the way, so he rolled hunched over, exposing his back and Voldemort plunged the weapon into Harry's back.
Harry screamed a desperate cry of pain. He cried louder when Voldemort pulled it back out. He still couldn't give up. His vision was fading, his strength weakening. He looked up at the smiling Voldemort and cursed at him. Voldemort turned around to leave the room, leaving him there to die. Harry struggled to his feet, barely able to keep his balance. His head ached and his insides felt as if they were on fire. He picked up the other half of the sword. As he gripped it, he could feel the sharp side of the blade cutting into his hand, but he ignored it.
"It's not over yet," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. Voldemort stopped dead, turned around and glared at Harry.
"Why won't you just die?" he whispered menacingly.
"Because I was not meant to die yet." Harry raised the half of the sword he had and tried to stab Voldemort, but he blocked it. Harry tried again, but was blocked once more. He fought as hard as he could. He could feel the blood oozing out of the wound in his back as he fought Voldemort. In desperation, Harry swung the sword at Voldemort's hand. The blade made contact and with a sickening thud, the sword fell to the floor, still grasped by Voldemort's severed hand. Voldemort howled with pain as Harry raised his sword again for the final blow. He plunged the sword into the Dark Lord's chest, and fell to the floor, panting. He listened to the howling screams from his opponent as his vision faded and finally, all went dark…