Chapter 3

"Tonight I am not for more than one reason. You are in love with the Weasely girl. What a shame it would be if the last person who you had such a strong bond with were to die." Voldemort spoke slowly and softly emphasizing every word. Harry's scar seared with pain.

Voldemort headed for the door with his long black cloak billowing behind him. Harry darted in front of him and ran down the stairs firing jinxes at him. Harry ran into the living room where Ron and Ginny were still arguing.

"What's wrong Harry? You look really pale!" Hermione asked worriedly. She was clearly trying to not get involved in such a heated argument that had now attracted everyone one in the room.

"He's here!" Harry muttered. Hermione and Ron exchanged wide eyed glances and drew their wands.

"Ah, there she is." Voldemort said as he descended the last few steps. He laughed a high pitched laugh that sent chills down Harry's spine."I've discovered several of my horcruxes have been destroyed! Potter, know that I am now on to you." Voldemort advanced towards Ginny an evil grin spread across his face. "Remember me? I am the one who you poured your heart and soul into." Ginny's face turned scarlet she had told Voldemort her most personal secrets during her first year at Hogwarts.

Harry fired a curse at Voldemort, but Voldemort deflected it. He continued to advance on Ginny. Harry could think of nothing else to do other than jump in front of her. He couldn't bear to lose her the way he lossed everyone else he had loved.

"Impedimenta!" Voldemort shouted.

"Protego!" Harry instinctively shouted back and his shield charm blocked Voldemort's curse.

"How did you get in my house? How did you get past all of the enchantments with out giving us a warning?" Mr. Weasely said angrily. Voldemort directed his gaze towards Mr. Weasely.

"Nothing can break my connection to the Potter now that he is of age." Voldemort muttered once again emphasizing every word."The rest is history."

"That doesn't answer my question!" Mr. Weasley shouted.

"I have my ways." Voldemort smiled a sickening smile and turned back to face Harry.

"Sectumsempra!" Voldemort shouted. Harry fell to the ground. He felt as if his ribs would explode. Blood seeped through his shirt. Harry's scar burned more than it ever had before. Voldemort began to advance on Ginny once more.

"No!" Harry got to his feet just as Voldemort raised his wand at Ginny.

"Your greatest strength can't save you now Potter!" Voldemort shouted. "Avada Kadavra!"

Harry didn't have time to retaliate. He didn't have time to produce a shield charm. He jumped in front of Ginny and the jet of green light shooting from Voldemort's wand hit him instead.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Every face in the room filled with shock. Ginny was screaming and tears were rolling down her eyes. Harry's scar was searing with pain.

Images of his parents, Sirius and Dumbledore flashed through his mind. His parents were telling him they loved him, Sirius told him to fight and Dumbledore just smiled down at Harry with a gleam in his eye before he muttered 'I told you love was your strength.'

Harry felt something hard hit his shoulder; he was on the ground and covered in blood. Voldemort looked down at Harry with a malicious grin upon his face.

"Neither can live while the other survives…." Trewlaney's voice rang through Harry's head.

Ginny was hunched over him wearing a looked of utter sadness across her face. Harry could barely keep his eyes open; it was as if the pain was blinding him. He was dying.