This is dedicated to my best friend!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!
With sweat dripping down his brow, Harry ran at top speed. For fifteen minutes the fight had raged on through the ministry or magic's office building. Harry had no idea a seventy one year old dark lord could run that fast (1).
Thru the carious rooms the two ran, stopping occasionally as the other threw a spell to deflect. A feeling of déjà vu came over them as shelves upon shelves of glowing orbs surrounded them. Circling each other, the both cast spells simultaneously as a beam of light appeared between them. The fight, quickly becoming a battle of mental focus, forged on. Neither gave up though they knew they would have to eventually. They kept the connection until they couldn't stand any longer.
Harry dodged a spell and lunged towards his enemy. Voldemort, taken off guard, crossed his arms over his face and blocked. Continuing on in this barbaric match of strength, the two entered a room full of doors. The circular room rotated around them as they fought on. Scratching, punching, kicking, and biting occurred as much as possible. Finding an opening, Voldemort threw himself at the young boy and tackled him into an open room. As Harry fell under the weight he looked around the surroundings. Confused looks at finding themselves in a Janitor's closet caused them to remember the battle.
Grabbing a mop, Harry pushed the dark lord to the side in disgust and leapt out of the closet. He gripped his mop and waited for the man to reappear. Seeing movement, he tightened hi grip on the mop. Voldemort rushed out with a battle cry as his mop met Harry's. The duel continued as the two rookie swordsmen attacked. Each watched the others movements waiting for the time to strike. After what felt like hours, Harry thrust the mop head into Voldemort's face. Both dropped their mops and pointed their wands at each other the room spinning again.
Entering a different door, time slowed. Each dodged or blocked any spell directed towards him as the slow motion became a quick paced fight. Moving faster than the human eye could see they cast spells and broke objects oblivious to their surroundings.
They chased and entering the room of doors time returned to a normal pace. Watching each other as a lion watches its prey, the world spun around them and one final door sprang open. Voldemort slowly stepped backwards and for each of his Harry took one forwards. The tangoing couple continued as they circled each other around a veiled archway. Voldemort began a spell as a dark mass fell out of the veil on top of him. He grunted and the spell was not cast.
Harry ran to the other side to not lose sight of the dark lord. The dark mass was a man who got up and stepped back. Voldemort began to rise as Harry raised his wand. Just before he cast a spell, the dark lord looked at the man who had fallen on him and cringed. He looked at Harry and saw the boy's raised wand and said with an exasperating sigh, "Ah…seriously?"(2)
Harry took a deep breath and yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" and the dark lord lay motionless. Harry turned to the stranger as a grin spread across his face, "I knew you'd be back." Sirius smiled as Harry ran into his arms.
Yeah, just keep in mind that my friend and I were both overtired when we thought of this.
1-Concerning Voldemort's age, do the math! In Harry's second year he goes in the diary from 50 years ago. Tom is in his 7th year so he must be about 17 years old. Four years later there is the sixth book. Now let's add this up. 50+17+4 equals 71!
2-This is a quote from my band director.
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