Chapter 6

A few weeks later, Harry finally asked the question of why the Demonic magic was so easy to learn. His logic was that if he and Ginny learned it so easily, why wasn't it in any books?

"Well, you two have something no other person has."

Realization dawned on his face.

"We are connected to you, through what used to be a link to Voldemort?"

"Yes."

Strangely, both of them took it in stride. None of them found it strange being connected to me.

Being reminded of Voldemort again forced me to think. What would happen if he was killed? Would I remain, or would I vanish? If I were gone, would Harry's demonic powers linger?

Shaking my head of the somber thoughts, I decided to just wait and see what happens.

Most of the rest of August passed quickly. Harry seemed to enjoy his independence, and did lots of things on his own. I mainly stayed back, reading about the different rituals, and hoping to have a clue, any clue of what I could represent.

Through the different books, I came to understand myself a bit better. I was a not a true demon – I was created through the ritual. I was basically a demonic essence of everything that was good about Voldemort. He could no longer be called Tom; his ritual did in fact succeed. All the facts clicked together. I was what he could have been. If he had chosen to stay good.

I decided to plan for the inevitable. I knew, that if Voldemort died, I would not last long. I didn't know if it applied to the reverse, but it wasn't a guarantee. Teaching Harry the last bits of Voldemort's knowledge, he could be considered a true master now.

I started to wonder if anything was ever going to happen when my tracking crystal started pulsing – Dumbledore was calling an Order meeting.

"Many of you have been waiting for this," Dumbledore began. "This is it. Voldemort decided to attack Diagon Alley. He has brought all his troops. Some of you may not survive today, but if we win, we can stop Voldemort for good!"

Cheers rose up, but a man in the back questioned him.

"What if we see Harry?"

"If you see Harry, stun on sight. We may bring him back to the light, but we can't let him sink further."

Looking up and seeing Harry's determination, I sighed. This really was the final battle. Anything that would be done would be done for keeps. Seeing Harry wearing his battle gear, I had a change of feeling. Who cares if this is my last day on Earth? Let's make Voldemort pay!

Diagon Alley was a scene of mass carnage. There were bodies everywhere, of both sides. Masked and unmasked figures lay identically on the ground. The fools. They thought that following one side would save them from the end.

Harry looked at this and frowned. Ginny by his side, they made their way farther down the street.

Following their path, I shuddered as I saw a towering black monolith. This was erected in the matter of minutes? Voldemort's powers, undiluted by his prior inhibitions, were finally showing his true nature.

I saw Harry make up his mind and enter the tower. He would need his luck if he was going to survive. Searching Tom's memories, this seemed to remind me of those muggle video games that were talked about at his orphanage. He never got to play, but he spent hours staring as those bigger than him wasted their lives away with them.

My next thought was that Voldemort could not have picked a more clichéd place for a battle. He knew about the prophecy – he knew that Harry was going to fight him.

As we approached the base of the tower, my attentions were drawn to a battered old figure lying on the floor. Typical – at his last breaths, Dumbledore looked like the wise old sage, telling his student to fight on despite everything.

"My child, I beg of you…"

I couldn't have thought of a more clichéd line. That's why I laughed when Harry walked right past him.

And I have no idea why he wore his blue starred robes to a battle.

I cheered up immensely when we came to the next sight. Near-unrecognizable, Fudge was smeared along the ground. It was obvious he was called before Voldemort, but he was no longer necessary. Thrown from the highest tower, he was as useful in death as he was in life – not at all.

It was irony, I guess, that he achieved such great heights before his fall.

I vividly remember entering the darkness of the tower. As was expected, there was a spiral ladder to one of the sides. However, when we emerged in the entrance, we were ambushed by the rank and file death eaters. Harry needn't have bothered getting out his wand.

I recall casting a demonic spell. Seeing a reflection of myself in the wall, I noticed as my eyes flashed bright white, and the Death Eaters collapsed, dead. I decided to call that spell Pain, as it was obvious it was not an easy death.

Ascending the tower, Harry noticed that it was strangely quiet. As we entered the next room, I was unprepared for the sight that was in front of us.

A huge group of people lay, forever entombed in this room, doomed to see nothing, hear nothing, live nothing, never getting a respite – to hell or to heaven, they would never go. Around them floated dark shapes – dementors. The shapes seemed to converge on us, and I could see Harry collapsing. Interestingly enough, it was Ginny who saved the day. Calling on her Patronus, a silvery snake came out of her wand, and impaled the dementors.

Banishing them, I helped Ginny revive Harry, and we continued on our way.

As we entered the final room, both Harry and Ginny were panting heavily. The ascent of a hundred flights of stairs was no easy feat, even after all their exercise.

Looking towards the dark throne, I saw Voldemort. I shuddered as I realized that I would be no use against him.

"So Harry, did you enjoy what was below? I'm sure you found the sight… educational." Voldemort taunted.

Harry, to my grudging admittance, didn't flinch at all. He stood his ground, and responded in kind.

"Well, now that you know the prophecy, I guess we know what's going to happen."

"You mean a duel to the death? I'm immortal now, and I can't hurt you as long as your … companion is here."

"So what do I do, play chess against you?"

"Well, as I am your death, I suppose I should give you the right…"

His further words were cut off when a green light flashed from behind. Ginny had somehow gotten behind him and blasted him.

Harry managed to exclaim "THE PROPHECY, NO!" before the bright green light consumed Voldemort.

After the light subsided, Voldemort was completely transformed. Instead of being a man with some features of a snake, he was no longer a man. He was still a human in appearance, but the dark wings behind him made him out to be a true demon.

He pointed his finger at Ginny, emitting a bright green light, but before the light could hit her, Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, burst into flames in its path. He fell as ashes down on the ground, but no young phoenix was reborn… Voldemort has killed a phoenix, the last hope was destroyed.

With a defeated sigh, I turned to look at Harry. I was shocked to note he had a wand pointed at me, but although I expected fear, or resignment in his look, I saw a look of pure sorrow.

With the wand still pointed at me, he whispered "Avada Kedavra."

FIN.

A/N: The author just grins.

Final A/N: Expect another story from me post-HBP. AIM me with any arguments or flames. Please leave a review telling me you hated it, or if you actually enjoyed my clichéd, but original ending ;-). And also, writing a demon's POV is FUN!