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Ps, Same as before, this chapter (as you can guess) is rather graphic, nothing worse than the last chapter. So any paragraphs that I think will be disturbing will be titled with a WARNING sign and ended with a END OF WARNING sign. Happy reading my fellow readers...

Duelling the Dark Lord

Harry drew out his wand and Snape stepped forward, however Voldemort pushed him away. "Potter is with me now, do not interfere" he said strongly. Snape backed away looking somewhat relieved. Harry was not sure whether he wanted him to die or not.

Voldemort slowly drew out his black wand and positioned himself across from Harry. "Are you going to kill me, Harry?" he asked in a rather amused voice. Harry's sweating hand gripped the rough wand and he raised it to point in Voldemort's direction.

"Yes" he growled. Bitterness grasped his heart and Harry's face was grim. The task at hand did not seem as difficult as he imagined, however, he could not help but wonder if his father would have killed Voldemort if he had the chance...

"You're right Harry" Voldemort said knowingly. "Your father would not have wanted you to do this" Harry's heart stopped momentarily, then raced with anger. how dare he talk about my father!

"CRUCIO" Harry roared, a jet of red light shot towards Voldemort, who in turn flicked his wand casually and repelled the spell with ease. oh. This might be harder than I thought.Voldemort chuckled.

"You can't kill me Harry. You're not ready" he said in his snake-like voice. Harry shuddered.

"Yes I am" he breathed. He had never felt such anger. It stretched throughout his whole body and he shook with rage.

"CRUCIO" Harry yelled, the red light once again shot towards Voldemort, who easily repelled the curse with a flick of his wand.

"CRUCIO! CRUCIO! CRUCIO!" Harry screamed, his wind pipe searing with pain. More red burst from his wand and Voldemort repelled the curse each time. Harry stood panting and sweating prefusely. Voldemort smiled.

"Harry, Harry, Harry... we can go on like this all night, but the truth is I am getting bored of these games." Harry scowled at the floor.

"Now Harry" Voldemort walked towards him and lifted his chin with his spidery hand.

Harry looked up at those horrid eyes. " You know Dumbledore is dead. You know everyone at Hogwarts has been murdered in every brutal way. Everyone you have ever cared for has gone. You are completely alone." Voldemort simpered.

Harry felt his throat burn with pain and his eyes fill with tears. He grit his teeth and continued to look Voldemort right in the eye. "Tell me Harry, " Voldemort whipered. "Are you ready to die now?" he asked in a deadly voice. His eyes gleamed with joy and his yellow teeth glared at him.

WARNING

Harry's eyes trailed down to Voldemort's fleshy neck, it was deathly white. Without saying a word, without thinking or even planning what he was going to do, Harry jumped forward and plunged his wand tip right into Voldemort's neck. The wand penetrated the skin and a strong flow of blood gushed out of the wound. Voldemort wailed and clasped his hands to his neck.

END OF WARNING

Harry staggered backwards, shocked at himself and stared at the bleeding man. His mortal enemy, dying. Harry glanced down at his bloody wand and looked back up at Voldemort and found him shrivelling up. He made a rasping noise and fell to a crumpled heap on the floor. Then he raised his wand to Harry and a flash of black light shot him in the chest.

Blackness.

"and well, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry mate, I should have got you out, I'm so stupid" Harry opened his eyes and blinked several times. The room he was in was in fact the room he stayed in at Grimmauld place. It was dark and nothing but a few floating candles lit the room.

Harry picked up his glasses from the bedside and put them on. To his utmost surprise, he found his best friend sat beside him. Am I dead? Harry wondered. He wanted to speak, to sit up or to move. But none of these wishes came true, he somehow lost the ability to do anything, but blink.

Ron had his face in his hands. He was weeping openly. After a few moments he composed himself and looked up, then jumped back and stared at Harry in shock. Then after a moment of realisation he grinned and clapped his hand on Harry's shoulder. This friendly gesture hurt Harry, and it surprised him. just what did that curse do to me? Harry wondered. But he grinned at Ron.

"Mate, you're alive, I didn't know, man, you just don't know how worried, we really, well we just didn't-" Ron stuttered, completely at a loss what to say. Instead he rushed out of the room and called for someone. Within minutes Harry's bed was surrounded.

Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. How could this all be real? Perhaps he was dead, Harry wasn't sure. But when he saw Ginny enter his room, rush to his arms and kiss his forehead, he knew he must be in Heaven. Life seemed possible again and a new found energy soared through his veins.

"Ginny" Harry said rasptly. He beamed and looked adoringly at her. All this time he thought her dead, thought he would never see her again. But there she was. On his bed. Just like old times. Harry looked at Ron, who was holding Hermione in his arms. She looked anxiously at Harry and had tears falling down her face.

"Oh Harry" she moaned as she broke free from Ron and gave him a agonizingly painful hug, but Harry didn't mind, he was too happy to see everyone alive.

"Oh, I see you are awake. Good Harry, I am please. We must talk now. There is much to say" Harry looked up at the speaker and felt tears that brimmed his eyes fall freely down his cheeks. His throat tightened and his head seared with pain. Harry had no care about that at all.

Instead, Harry looked down and sobbed into his chest. The person walked to Harry's side and waved his wand, a warmth spread about his body and Harry felt his pain dissapear. He looked up at the man. Deciding that he indeed was dead he said, "Oh Dumbledore!" and they embraced.

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