Chapter 2. Revelations of War

Harry Blinked. Sweat was pouring into his eyes and he could do nothing to stop it. The Blazing Setting sun was casting deathly rays upon all who they touched. Shrill cries were piercing the crisp air.

"Crucio!" A sudden wisp of pain knocked Harry to the ground. Terror seized his very soul. His Bones felt like they were snapping in two. He sought out to find Ginny's face in his swirling thoughts.

Nothing came.

He realized that he would never see his wife again. He was fighting for his life and he seized up.

A sharp menacing echo of cold laughter interrupted his thoughts. A cold taunting voice rang through his ears, "Having fun Potter?...No?" A harsh numbing sensation swept over him and he was suddenly able to breathe again. He opened his eyes and saw Lord Voldemort standing over him with a wide smile upon his snake-like face, distorting his features more than should be allowed.

Harry slowly stood fully aware of Voldemort's eyes following his every movement. Just as he regained his balance, he was hit with a nasty curse, and hit the ground with a resounding THUD. He felt like his insides were bleeding.

Harry looked down and saw no injury.

"Potter. Since who seem to present a useless opponent, shall I just get rid of you now?"

Harry raised his head and jumped up. Cursing his sudden movement, He knew he would regret his decision later..if there was such.

Raising his wand, Harry looked into the face of the man who had haunted his childhood for as long as he could remember. Voldemort stood with his wand pointed at Harry's heart.

"Let's dance..."

Harry sneered, "Not in your life.."

Flashes of vivid lights centered the battlefield. Harry sent a curse at Voldemort that sent him flying back and lose his wand.

Before he could react, Harry was over Voldemort with a cold fury in his vivid emerald eyes.

"This.." He spoke in a tone just audible but Voldemort caught every word.

"This..is for Dumbledore.."

Harry sent a curse so terrible that Voldemort was screaming. Even though he knew it wasn't Voldemort that had killed Dumbledore, he was responsible for it. Hadn't he, after all, sent the order?

Looking down on the face of the man who had made his life a living hell, Harry remembered something Dumbledore had once told him.

"Love, Harry"

Pausing only to shake his head, Harry sought out his heart in the midst of his soul. Taking a deep breath, He gave Voldemort something he never had before.

Love. Pure and simple Love.

If that would not work, what would?

Harry sent a compassion spell upon the Dark Lord binding him to the ground.

Voldemort gave ear shattering cries for his Death Eaters to rescue him. They didn't hear.

He stared up at Harry and as the spell left him, and Spoke in a rash voice.

"Don't think I don't know what's going on Potter!"

"Yeah, what's that?"

But, before an answer was uttered, a shrill cry was heard breaking the uneasy silence.

Harry looked up only to see Bellatrix Lestrange wearing a look of venom upon her face.

"Master!" She raged at Harry sending him looks that should have killed him.

"Inclino!"

She sent a hex at Harry that made him spiral through the air. Before He was able to stand up once more, Voldemort and Bellatrix had vanished.

Furious with himself, Harry took the lives of three of the nearest Death Eaters, who were unaware that their master had vanished.

The members of the Order, with whom they had been fighting, were glad of the momentary break.

One of them, a tall blonde witch with sapphire eyes ran towards Harry and whispered, "Harry don't worry they aren't gone. Voldemort was weak after that spell you threw at him. He couldn't Apparate. He's just over there." She pointed to a secluded spot just near the tree-lined border of the field.

"She took him there to try to restore his energy. I think it best you distract her before she does. If she completes the spell we won't be here when help arrives"

"Thanks Tonks"

"No problem Harry." Tonks winked at him before glancing about her.

In the blink of an eye, She turned her hair to a deep black. Her eyes to a deepest brown.

"I keep changing. That way it confuses the enemy. But I'd love to stay and chat, but there are vermin to rid of."

At this she scooted off to rejoin the battle while Harry set off for the wooded border.

Creeping up as best he could with out being noticed, Harry focused on his practice of non-verbal spells.

Next thing He knew, Bellatrix was lying unconsouses upon the cold hard ground and Voldemort was standing upright facing off with Harry once more.

"Stupid boy...leave now while you still have a chance for survival"

"NEVER"

"Fine then. Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"AVAD..."

"STUP..."

Bright iridescent lights exploded over the battlefield. All activity ceased. Every eye was upon a single hovering shadow lurking against the edge of the wood.

Who was it?

TBC