A/N: It's the long awaited battle time! Or at least the beginning of it. Read and let me know what you think!
disclaimer: i don't own Harry Potter or any characters
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Harry hovered over a spot on the Earth for a moment, checking Dumbledore's directions, and noticed he was where he was supposed to be; at the location of what would become the last battle. Taking a deep breath, he headed for the ground, making a stable landing, and dismounting his broom.
Harry looked around, but saw nobody. Nothing. He was alone in the darkness, waiting for Lord Voldemort. Suddenly, there was a flash of green light and Voldemort, along with his army of Death Eaters, appeared about 10 yards away from Harry. Harry jumped, startled, and stared Voldemort straight in the face. He had waited too long to do this.
Before anything happened, something caught Harry's eye. He looked directly to the left of Voldemort, and there he stood. Professor Snape. Harry gasped silently. He heard Voldemort's high pitched laugh and directed his gaze back to the enemy.
"Go," Voldemort instructed of his Death Eaters, not moving his eyes from Harry. "Stand aside. Let he and I fight alone." Harry watched as the army obeyed. He was now very frightened. Although he was confident in himself, Harry was still going up against the darkest wizard of all. Before Harry had a chance to do anything, Voldemort had thrown a spell at him, sending him flying backwards and landing flat on his back on the cold, hard ground. Harry tried to stand up, but found he couldn't move. He was very frightened now. Voldemort had him right where he wanted him; defenseless and motionless. He felt a lump begin to rise in his throat as he realized he actually may never get to tell Hermione how he truly feels.
"Harry Potter," Voldemort sneers in his inhuman voice as he strides over to Harry's side and looks down at him. "You seem to be powerless."
"Only because you threw a cheap shot and cursed me before the battle began!" Harry fired back. Voldemort laughed.
"Oh, dear boy," Voldemort smiled evilly, "the battle began once you landed your broom. However, I will agree to spare your life under one condition." Voldemort stopped talking and looked Harry straight in the eyes. Harry looked straight back at him, appearing not to be frightened.
"What?" he asked. Voldemort's lips curled as if he were amused.
"You will become one of my Death Eaters," he replied coolly. Harry glared at Voldemort, truly showing his hatred.
"I'd rather die than support you!" he exclaimed. Voldemort laughed once again.
"Really?" he asked. "Well, you seem to go down as easy as your parents did. Let's just see what you say after you see this." Voldemort stepped aside and gestured with his arm to where a large group of Death Eaters stood, crowding around. At Voldemort's command, they stepped aside, revealing a large box, covered in a black sheet.
"Remove the sheet," Voldemort demanded. Professor Snape stepped forward, obeying his master, and ripped the black sheet away, revealing what Harry had dreaded most. Under the sheet was a large glass box with Hermione, screaming for help, inside it.
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A/N: Oooh. It's getting good, huh? Hehe. Well, you'll have to keep reading to see what happens!