A/N: ok so you're all probably like "WTF!!! I want to read about the fight with Voldemort!!!!!"
I know, I know, it's been ages since I've updated the story, but I've had terrible writer's block, and I've been having internet troubles lately, so bare with me.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, if you have questions or comments, then review it. Oh, and if you haven't seen the changes to chapter five, I suggest looking at it now.
Chapter 6: Voldemort Falls and Questions Arise
Harry put the sword on his side, and reached into his pocket for his portkey once again. "Three, two, one," and he was rushing on towards Hogwarts. He needed to check in with Dumbledore, as much as he hated to admit it. He needed information about where Death Eaters were and what their numbers were now. Harry was a good Legilimense, but nobody was a better Occlumense than Voldemort. Harry appeared in Dumbledore's office moments later.
"Where is Dumbledore?" Harry asked the painting of Phinneus.
"He is currently at Order Headquarters. Why do you ask?"
"Tell him I need to speak with him immediately, and it must be private." With these words Phinneus disappeared from his picture frame.
"I've delivered your message, anything else for you?"
"No, that is all."
Moments later, Dumbledore appeared with a portkey of his own. "I thought you weren't due back for two days."
"Well, I didn't take into account the speed and efficiency of magical sword makers. Anyways, it's better this way, Voldemort isn't expecting me for two days, and now I have the element of surprise."
"Do you intend to fight him today?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, in a few minutes actually. First, I need some information. How many Death Eaters are there at this point?"
"By our accounts, there are a total of two-hundred-fifty, not to mention his army of Dark creatures."
"Thank you, oh, and one more thing. Tell the Order to stay away from the Riddle house in Little Hangelton. I will handle this."
"But, Harry, though powerful I know you have become, against numbers like that, you won't stand a chance. The Order can help you."
"No. I must be firm on this, there are to be no casualties other than Voldemort and his Death Eaters. I must insist upon this Dumbledore. You are not to even inform them I will be fighting Voldemort, but in a few minutes time, I will be."
"Very well, may I at least inform Sirius?"
"Yes tell Sirius, but he is to stay put, it's bad enough that the Ministry is still wasting their time looking for him."
"Very well, Harry. I wish you would reconsider, you will need help with this. At least accept my help."
"No Dumbledore, you are too important to too many people to die at this point. The Order will need a leader after Voldemort is defeated, because I'm sure many Death Eaters will go unnoticed. I must go now, please, remain at 12 Grimmauld Place with the rest of the Order. I will return there once I have defeated Voldemort." At that, Harry apparated away.
He apparated outside the Riddle House. He had only been here in his nightmares, and it was strange to visit a place he had never been, and know his way around. He walked into the house, and shouted, "Voldemort, I know you are here. Show yourself!"
"Ahhhh, Harry Potter couldn't wait to die, and rushed into battle, without his wand no less," answered a voice colder than ice.
"You don't scare me anymore Tommy," said Harry knowing the taunting would make Voldemort angrier. "The last time we fought was just a sampling of my power, and I have become more powerful since then. I will end you tonight, you will never strike fear into the hearts of the innocent ever again. Tonight, you die."
"Well, we both knew this was coming, one of us must die, but I am afraid you are mistaken. It is you who will be ended tonight, Potter."
"Brave words from a man, or should I say creature, I had unconscious on his back merely a day ago. You are only brave when you feel you have the upper hand Voldemort. In the graveyard, and at the Ministry. Yet, both times you failed to kill me. You will fail here tonight."
"We shall see, won't we? Avada Kedavra!"
"Protectus Totalus!" shouted Harry. "How juvenile, going for the kill straightaway. I would have thought that you would want to toy with me."
"As you wish. Impirio!"
Harry didn't even bother reflecting this curse. He knew full well that one as weak as Voldemort could not hold the Impirius Curse on him. Harry had barely gotten to feel the dreamy carefree feeling of the Imperius Curse, before he threw it off at once.
"Childish. Voldemort, you know you cannot defeat me. Why are you even trying?"
"Well, then, we shall meet soon," said Voldemort before apparating away. Harry knew he had gone to summon his Death Eaters and creatures of Darkness. Harry was patient, he couldn't wait to get to some real action. A few minutes passed, and Harry decided to draw the Avenger. He had several ancestors who had been great sword masters, and now he was too. The sword felt great in his hands, like he was channeling the energy of his wand into a sharp focal point. Suddenly, several hundred people apparated around Harry, and Voldemort apparated right at Harry's side.
This time Harry used his sword to cast the spell, "Protectus Totalus!" The sword seemed to make the spell ten times more powerful as stunning and killing spells bounced off of it. "Seismicus!" Harry shouted, causing a large rift to open up in the ground swallowing up dozens of Death Eaters, as well as a few giants, and vampires. "Nexus Incindio!" Harry shouted, this time causing a flaming tornado to engulf dozens more Death Eaters, incinerating them instantly. "Your Death Eaters and Dark creatures can't even touch me, Voldemort. If they were smart they would flee now, of course I would hunt them all down eventually, but they may buy themselves a few days."
As Harry said these words, many Death Eaters took them to heart and more than half of them disapparated from yard of Riddle's house. "Where are you going fools, fight him!" cried Voldemort, but his cries went unheaded, as more and more Death Eaters fled the battle hoping to save their skins. As more and more of the Death Eaters disapparated, Voldemort was soon left with two giants, five vampires, and a few loyal Death Eaters.
"Those fools ran, they will pay," growled Lucius Malfoy.
"Oh, they will pay, but it won't be you who makes them, you die tonight. Avada Kedavra!" shouted Harry, and Malfoy fell lifeless to the ground.
"Lucius!" cried a familiar voice.
"Ah, Bellatrix Lestrange. I seem to remember my Godfather telling me about you. He may be angry at me for this, but killing has become so very fun," but before he could curse her she disapparated. "I will enjoy hunting her down."
"Behind you, Potter. Crucio!" Harry felt pain, but it was a mere trifle compared to what was to come for the Death Eaters. "Had enough, Potter?"
"Not quite, but let me ask you something. Does this hurt? Crucio Maximo!" he yelled and all Death Eaters fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Harry held the curse on them for several minutes as their screams rent the night air.
"Release them, Potter, and deal with me now."
"I think so. I'm pretty sure they've all passed out by now. But, just to be sure they don't go anywhere, Nexus Finite!" and all the Death Eaters disappeared. "Now, Tom, you die."
"If you can take me Potter."
"Always confident, your confidence in your abilities will be your downfall," Harry said as he advanced on Voldemort. "This sword shall destroy you and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
"Ah, or so you would think," Voldemort hissed as he unsheathed his sword. Harry saw the sword had a serpent carved around the handle.
"So it's a sword fight you want, Tommy?"
"If you're ready then," Voldemort said as he swung in a wide arc that Harry easily side-stepped.
"You're going to have to do better than that if you want to defeat me," Harry said as he pulled a quick swipe at Voldemort's arm, slicing him open. "First blood. I've always been interested in what your blood looks like. Oh, look, it's red, you must be more human than you thought."
"Argg!" growled Volemort as he swung at Harry again. This time Harry parried, and disarmed Voldemort, catching the sword as it flew through the air, while simultaneously stabbing him in the stomach.
"You seem to have lost your sword," Harry said as Voldemort sunk to his knees. "And you appear to be quite injured. Did it hurt when I stabbed you? Well, now you know pain. Or perhaps this would be worse. Crucio!" Voldemort, for the first time in his life, writhed in pain on the ground under, the Cruciatus Curse. Harry kept him the curse on him for at least a minute. "Do you like being torture, Voldemort, is it fun to writhe in pain under the hands of another?"
"Please, no more," begged Voldemort.
"Hahahahaha!" Harry laughed mirthfully. "Not fun is it? I see under the proper amount of pain, even you are capable of begging for mercy. You have shown yourself as the true coward you are. Now, I will end you."
"No, mercy, please."
"Why should I show you mercy. Did you show my parents mercy when you murdered them? Did you show mercy to Cedric in the graveyard? Have you shown mercy to anyone you've killed? Did you think of showing mercy to any of the people whose lives you've destroyed? You do not deserve mercy, you deserve the most painful death imaginable, but since this sword is the only thing that can destroy you, it will have to do," Harry ended his diatribe as he drew his sword up to deliver the killing blow."
"Know this, Potter, by destroying me, you will accomplish nothing. Others will come to take my place."
"And I shall always be there to destroy them. As long as I live, which will be a very long time, there will never be another Dark Lord to terrify the innocent people of the Wizarding and Non-wizarding worlds!" Harry cried as he swung down, and sliced through thin air. "Dammit! He can't run from me, I always know where he goes," Harry said as he disapparated, apparating at Voldemort's side in the Little Hangelton . "You should know you can't run from me."
"You. How did you follow me?"
"Tommy boy, I'm the greatest Legilimense in history. You can never get away from me," Harry said, swiping quickly at Voldemort's neck, catching him off guard, cleaving cleanly through Voldemort's neck. Harry's sword sliced Voldemort's head completely off.
"Well done, Harry," a familiar voice said behind him. Harry spun and swung his sword, stopping millimeters away from Dumbledore's throat.
"I thought I told you to stay at Order Headquarters?"
"Well, I had to see the fruition of my years of planning. Sending you to Azkaban was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but you wouldn'y have gained your power had you not gone."
A/N: Dig the ending? Makes you wonder, huh? Well, it makes me wonder where to go from here. I have about two more chapters in mind. But, I'm open to suggestions. In the next chapter a few questions will be answered, and a few more will come up.
I know, I know, it's been ages since I've updated the story, but I've had terrible writer's block, and I've been having internet troubles lately, so bare with me.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, if you have questions or comments, then review it. Oh, and if you haven't seen the changes to chapter five, I suggest looking at it now.
Chapter 6: Voldemort Falls and Questions Arise
Harry put the sword on his side, and reached into his pocket for his portkey once again. "Three, two, one," and he was rushing on towards Hogwarts. He needed to check in with Dumbledore, as much as he hated to admit it. He needed information about where Death Eaters were and what their numbers were now. Harry was a good Legilimense, but nobody was a better Occlumense than Voldemort. Harry appeared in Dumbledore's office moments later.
"Where is Dumbledore?" Harry asked the painting of Phinneus.
"He is currently at Order Headquarters. Why do you ask?"
"Tell him I need to speak with him immediately, and it must be private." With these words Phinneus disappeared from his picture frame.
"I've delivered your message, anything else for you?"
"No, that is all."
Moments later, Dumbledore appeared with a portkey of his own. "I thought you weren't due back for two days."
"Well, I didn't take into account the speed and efficiency of magical sword makers. Anyways, it's better this way, Voldemort isn't expecting me for two days, and now I have the element of surprise."
"Do you intend to fight him today?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, in a few minutes actually. First, I need some information. How many Death Eaters are there at this point?"
"By our accounts, there are a total of two-hundred-fifty, not to mention his army of Dark creatures."
"Thank you, oh, and one more thing. Tell the Order to stay away from the Riddle house in Little Hangelton. I will handle this."
"But, Harry, though powerful I know you have become, against numbers like that, you won't stand a chance. The Order can help you."
"No. I must be firm on this, there are to be no casualties other than Voldemort and his Death Eaters. I must insist upon this Dumbledore. You are not to even inform them I will be fighting Voldemort, but in a few minutes time, I will be."
"Very well, may I at least inform Sirius?"
"Yes tell Sirius, but he is to stay put, it's bad enough that the Ministry is still wasting their time looking for him."
"Very well, Harry. I wish you would reconsider, you will need help with this. At least accept my help."
"No Dumbledore, you are too important to too many people to die at this point. The Order will need a leader after Voldemort is defeated, because I'm sure many Death Eaters will go unnoticed. I must go now, please, remain at 12 Grimmauld Place with the rest of the Order. I will return there once I have defeated Voldemort." At that, Harry apparated away.
He apparated outside the Riddle House. He had only been here in his nightmares, and it was strange to visit a place he had never been, and know his way around. He walked into the house, and shouted, "Voldemort, I know you are here. Show yourself!"
"Ahhhh, Harry Potter couldn't wait to die, and rushed into battle, without his wand no less," answered a voice colder than ice.
"You don't scare me anymore Tommy," said Harry knowing the taunting would make Voldemort angrier. "The last time we fought was just a sampling of my power, and I have become more powerful since then. I will end you tonight, you will never strike fear into the hearts of the innocent ever again. Tonight, you die."
"Well, we both knew this was coming, one of us must die, but I am afraid you are mistaken. It is you who will be ended tonight, Potter."
"Brave words from a man, or should I say creature, I had unconscious on his back merely a day ago. You are only brave when you feel you have the upper hand Voldemort. In the graveyard, and at the Ministry. Yet, both times you failed to kill me. You will fail here tonight."
"We shall see, won't we? Avada Kedavra!"
"Protectus Totalus!" shouted Harry. "How juvenile, going for the kill straightaway. I would have thought that you would want to toy with me."
"As you wish. Impirio!"
Harry didn't even bother reflecting this curse. He knew full well that one as weak as Voldemort could not hold the Impirius Curse on him. Harry had barely gotten to feel the dreamy carefree feeling of the Imperius Curse, before he threw it off at once.
"Childish. Voldemort, you know you cannot defeat me. Why are you even trying?"
"Well, then, we shall meet soon," said Voldemort before apparating away. Harry knew he had gone to summon his Death Eaters and creatures of Darkness. Harry was patient, he couldn't wait to get to some real action. A few minutes passed, and Harry decided to draw the Avenger. He had several ancestors who had been great sword masters, and now he was too. The sword felt great in his hands, like he was channeling the energy of his wand into a sharp focal point. Suddenly, several hundred people apparated around Harry, and Voldemort apparated right at Harry's side.
This time Harry used his sword to cast the spell, "Protectus Totalus!" The sword seemed to make the spell ten times more powerful as stunning and killing spells bounced off of it. "Seismicus!" Harry shouted, causing a large rift to open up in the ground swallowing up dozens of Death Eaters, as well as a few giants, and vampires. "Nexus Incindio!" Harry shouted, this time causing a flaming tornado to engulf dozens more Death Eaters, incinerating them instantly. "Your Death Eaters and Dark creatures can't even touch me, Voldemort. If they were smart they would flee now, of course I would hunt them all down eventually, but they may buy themselves a few days."
As Harry said these words, many Death Eaters took them to heart and more than half of them disapparated from yard of Riddle's house. "Where are you going fools, fight him!" cried Voldemort, but his cries went unheaded, as more and more Death Eaters fled the battle hoping to save their skins. As more and more of the Death Eaters disapparated, Voldemort was soon left with two giants, five vampires, and a few loyal Death Eaters.
"Those fools ran, they will pay," growled Lucius Malfoy.
"Oh, they will pay, but it won't be you who makes them, you die tonight. Avada Kedavra!" shouted Harry, and Malfoy fell lifeless to the ground.
"Lucius!" cried a familiar voice.
"Ah, Bellatrix Lestrange. I seem to remember my Godfather telling me about you. He may be angry at me for this, but killing has become so very fun," but before he could curse her she disapparated. "I will enjoy hunting her down."
"Behind you, Potter. Crucio!" Harry felt pain, but it was a mere trifle compared to what was to come for the Death Eaters. "Had enough, Potter?"
"Not quite, but let me ask you something. Does this hurt? Crucio Maximo!" he yelled and all Death Eaters fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Harry held the curse on them for several minutes as their screams rent the night air.
"Release them, Potter, and deal with me now."
"I think so. I'm pretty sure they've all passed out by now. But, just to be sure they don't go anywhere, Nexus Finite!" and all the Death Eaters disappeared. "Now, Tom, you die."
"If you can take me Potter."
"Always confident, your confidence in your abilities will be your downfall," Harry said as he advanced on Voldemort. "This sword shall destroy you and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
"Ah, or so you would think," Voldemort hissed as he unsheathed his sword. Harry saw the sword had a serpent carved around the handle.
"So it's a sword fight you want, Tommy?"
"If you're ready then," Voldemort said as he swung in a wide arc that Harry easily side-stepped.
"You're going to have to do better than that if you want to defeat me," Harry said as he pulled a quick swipe at Voldemort's arm, slicing him open. "First blood. I've always been interested in what your blood looks like. Oh, look, it's red, you must be more human than you thought."
"Argg!" growled Volemort as he swung at Harry again. This time Harry parried, and disarmed Voldemort, catching the sword as it flew through the air, while simultaneously stabbing him in the stomach.
"You seem to have lost your sword," Harry said as Voldemort sunk to his knees. "And you appear to be quite injured. Did it hurt when I stabbed you? Well, now you know pain. Or perhaps this would be worse. Crucio!" Voldemort, for the first time in his life, writhed in pain on the ground under, the Cruciatus Curse. Harry kept him the curse on him for at least a minute. "Do you like being torture, Voldemort, is it fun to writhe in pain under the hands of another?"
"Please, no more," begged Voldemort.
"Hahahahaha!" Harry laughed mirthfully. "Not fun is it? I see under the proper amount of pain, even you are capable of begging for mercy. You have shown yourself as the true coward you are. Now, I will end you."
"No, mercy, please."
"Why should I show you mercy. Did you show my parents mercy when you murdered them? Did you show mercy to Cedric in the graveyard? Have you shown mercy to anyone you've killed? Did you think of showing mercy to any of the people whose lives you've destroyed? You do not deserve mercy, you deserve the most painful death imaginable, but since this sword is the only thing that can destroy you, it will have to do," Harry ended his diatribe as he drew his sword up to deliver the killing blow."
"Know this, Potter, by destroying me, you will accomplish nothing. Others will come to take my place."
"And I shall always be there to destroy them. As long as I live, which will be a very long time, there will never be another Dark Lord to terrify the innocent people of the Wizarding and Non-wizarding worlds!" Harry cried as he swung down, and sliced through thin air. "Dammit! He can't run from me, I always know where he goes," Harry said as he disapparated, apparating at Voldemort's side in the Little Hangelton . "You should know you can't run from me."
"You. How did you follow me?"
"Tommy boy, I'm the greatest Legilimense in history. You can never get away from me," Harry said, swiping quickly at Voldemort's neck, catching him off guard, cleaving cleanly through Voldemort's neck. Harry's sword sliced Voldemort's head completely off.
"Well done, Harry," a familiar voice said behind him. Harry spun and swung his sword, stopping millimeters away from Dumbledore's throat.
"I thought I told you to stay at Order Headquarters?"
"Well, I had to see the fruition of my years of planning. Sending you to Azkaban was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but you wouldn'y have gained your power had you not gone."
A/N: Dig the ending? Makes you wonder, huh? Well, it makes me wonder where to go from here. I have about two more chapters in mind. But, I'm open to suggestions. In the next chapter a few questions will be answered, and a few more will come up.