Just as the sun was climbing into bed, dark minds were already working hard. Their dark lord had set up a new den some fifty yards from the old one. It seemed he didn't expect Harry to check over here again any time soon. Hert was always a curious soul, but he never had any good results when inquiring upon what his lord's plans were. Voldemort's ideas were usually ambiguous to the point of being insane. When one stopped to think however, it was hard to say that the dark lord was in fact sane to begin with.
It never mattered to Hert. Voldemort let him do whatever he wanted as long as it could lead to the eventual superiority of the lord himself. Hert mainly found his niche in planning and executing assassinations. This next plan was kind of like that, except it was a building instead of a single person. Hert guessed that may be why there were others helping him. Their first objective was to create the potion. It would allow them to bypass the exquisite magical shielding of the ministry headquarters. Of course, after that it was kill time. Hert just didn't know why they hadn't done this sooner... or why there were such a low number of assailants under his command... it would be rather difficult to get everyone as understaffed as he was.
The plan could work, however, they would just need to be careful. He had just finish a preliminary plan for who goes where, when a young deatheater placed a note on his desk and quickly left. Scared little runts, they could at least let him know who it's from. It had the dark lord's crest on it in any case. Hert opened the letter only to find it contained agitating information. Apparently Voldemort wanted certain people disbursed in a very specific manner. Hert threw away his day's work and began again. Sometimes the dark lord was more trouble than he was worth.
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Walking through the streets of the lit-up city, Harry was reluctantly following Hermione on his injured leg. She had been furious when he'd come back, and demanded an explanation. He had, of course, told her about his little fight with Voldemort and she had lost it. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure she'd had it to begin with. Not that it really mattered, sanity was for the less plagued minds of the world.
When they had left the building at such a late time, the auror guard had been suspicious and started to follow them. With a bit of intimate knowledge of the area however, Hermione was able to lose him without looking like she was trying. Harry chuckled a bit to himself, remembering the guards confused look as they had seem to just disappear without the use of magic.
"Where are we..." He started to ask.
"The pharmacy," she snapped, "and you're paying."
Harry groaned as she grabbed his hand to pull him faster. As they entered the store he noticed the clerk give him a questioning glance. Harry mouthed 'she's crazy' with the twirling finger motion as she yanked his other hand further into the store. As Hermione replaced the muggle first aid and healing supplies that he had exhausted, Harry walked into the candy aisle. "Well, if I'm buying I might as well get something for me," he mutterd to himself.
Harry managed to grab only one chocolate bar before Hermione stormed past, picking him up by the ear. "Ahhh! Dear God Hermione," he yelled out in surprise and pain. She silently dragged him up to the counter and practically stole his money to pay for everything. Turning around, Harry looked outside the door just in time to spot him.
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Tom reappeared across the street from the mudblood's flat. Trying a preliminary mystic scan of the area, he found the auror patrolling the area and a heavily enchanted flat a few stories up. Knowing that he couldn't readily peer through it, Tom searched for a few minutes, and he managed to find the weak points and open up a small hole in the magic fabric. Knowing it wouldn't last forever, he took a mental snapshot of the space inside. Nothing... no one was home, even at this late hour. 'Damn it,' he thought to himself. Raising a hand, Tom summoned some energy and a black-robed figure appeared. "Find him and watch him," Riddle commanded, "alert me as well, and try not to be seen."
"Yes my lord," said the figure before starting off into the night.
A bit frustrated, Tom teleported back to the nearest lair and lays down. It would be extremely easy to go forward with the plan if he could just get rid of that runt. 'The Fates must be on his side in this war, no one has ever thwarted me and lived to tell about it before.'
A knock at his chamber door brought him back to reality. "Come in" he growled, and a young deatheater entered the room. "Well, what is it?" Tom commanded, more curious than angry.
"My lord..." he said, "Hert has finished the outline of the plan..."
Tom's demeanor changed instantly and he laughed in a menacing manner. Seeing that this made the young man uncomfortable, Voltemort said "glad to hear it, bring it to me."
"Yes, of course my lord," The young follower quickly left the room to go get the plan outline.
'Well, things are starting to look up,' thought Tom. 'At least something has gone right today.' he waited for the young man to return and after a few minute the door opened again. The man slowly and silently walked over and delivered the scroll. Tom opened it up and grins in satisfaction. "You, my friend, will be in for a hell of a surprise," Tom said to no one in particular. "Take this back to it's creator and tell him to get the materials prepared," said the Dark Lord, "we will be enacting this plan within the week.
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The cloaked figure swiftly fell back behind the pillar, but Harry had already spotted him and was coming out the door. Pressing the tip of his wand to the dark mark on his arm, the deatheater jumped out from behind the pillar and threw a stunning curse at Harry. Harry waved his hand and the minor curse was deflected, destructing on the wall behind him.
"How do you know me?" asked Harry, holding his wand up, aiming at the wand of the deatheater.
"The girl... I was told you would be with her," said the deatheater, "I just assumed you had changed your appearance.
"Congratulations, you are smarter than the auror we evaded tonight," said Harry, discretely bonding the soles of the deatheater's boots to the ground. When Harry shot his own stunning curse at the deatheater, the other man fell over, unable to move his feet to dodge. Walking over, Harry placed his foot on the deatheater's wand-hand and pointed his wand in the pinned man's face. "Where is he?"
"Who?" the young man sarcastically replied. Hermione must have finally looked over towards him from chatting with the lady at the counter because there was a loud 'crack' as the door to the store slammed into the wall.
"What is going on here?" she demanded and Harry shook his head.
"This little rat was spying on us, I am simply extracting information," explained Harry.
Hermione looked around, exasperated, "well couldn't you make this a little more private..." and then she whispered, "muggles are watching." Harry looked toward the store to see that the lady at the counter was straining to see what was going on.
"Very well," Harry said smashing the deatheater's wand under his heel. "Come on buddy, lets make this chat a bit more private," He said; he grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him into a nearby ally. Hermione followed close behind, and made sure no one was following them.
"Alright friend, where is Tom Riddle? Where is your master, Voltemort?" asked Harry politely. The man spat in his face. Harry pushed him to the ground and kicked him a couple times. "I can be nice, or I can be mean, now give me the location." Hermione looked away after the second kick.
"Fuck off," squeaked the deatheater. He was obviously in pain, and there was a little blood seeping out from one of his nostrils.
"Okay, if you want it that way," Harry turned towards Hermione, "you have any sort of truth potion on you? Cause I'm out."
"Sorry 'Evan' I forgot to grab some while I was kicking your ass on the way out tonight," She said, giving Harry the eyebrow look.
"Just great," Harry sighed. Just as he was turning back to the deatheater, a green light filled the ally. Harry tackled Hermione to the ground as the green energy flew passed them and collided with the deatheater.
"Harry, Harry, Harry..." said a snake-like voice, "are you looking for me?"
Harry stood up and pointed his wand at the source of the voice, "decided to climb out of your hole again eh?"
"Oh, my dear enemy, you are the one that wasss in the hole, I sssimply chasssed you out," Tom said as two deatheaters appeared on either side of him. Harry looked behind him to see that Hermione was facing three deatheaters.
"Brought some backup eh Tom? Losing confidence in yourself are we?" taunts Harry, casting a silent shield charm.
"Oh no, I just want witnesssssesss to sssee me finally kill you," Voltemort raised his wand now, even with Harry's.
"Thrid death curse is the killer eh?" retorted Harry. Time stood still for a few minutes as the dark sky above began to cry lightly.
When it happened, both Hermione and the deatheaters were left in shock. Harry and Riddle both fired off two high-powered spells which collided directly to cause a strong shockwave. Both of the combatants managed to stand through it, but Hermione and the deatheaters were thrown to the ground.
Wanting to protect Hermione from Tom's power, Harry levitated himself up to the roof of the nearest building, launching curses at Voldemort the entire time. The dark lord followed, ordering the deatheaters to kill Hermione while deflecting the minor spells. When they were both standing on the roof, Voltemort grinned. "You better hope they can kill her before I get to her," he said evilly, "I have sssome great ideasss for torture that I have been dying to try out."
Ignoring that comment, Harry summoned a strong wind that knocked the deatheaters off their feet and threw Tom off balance. Then the young wizard charged at the dark lord, at blade of white light replacing the wand in his hand. Just as he reached Voltemort, Riddle teleported away. Grinning wickedly as he appeared behind Harry and threw a paralysis curse. Tom then summoned a golem from the brick wall on one of the building. Harry barely deflected the curse and looked over at Voltemort to see the ten foot golem join him.
"How about it Harry" said Riddle, "a good old fashion creation battle, what say you?"
The blade of light diminished until only the wand was left. "Very well," Harry replies evenly. He pointed his wand towards the sky. A vortex formed and starts to suck in all the nearby rain drops. After a couple minutes, the vortex disappeared and a large orb of water hovered a couple feet above the roof in front of Harry. The water formed into a humanoid shape with blade-like arms that froze into ice sickles.
Tom and Harry stood there for a second, sizing up each other. Then they lifted their wands and their golems charged. The brick golem punched one of the sickle arms and it shattered; ice shards landed everywhere. The other sickle arm slammed into the brick golem's torso, shattering and yet imbedding ice chunks into the brick. The brick golem recoiled from the blow and both the water golems arms reformed as giant hammers. The water golem charged again smashing the ice chunks further into the brick golem. Recovering, the brick golem punched through the water golems torso and it collapses into a pool of water.
"Well Harry," said Voltemort, "I guess I win."
Harry grinned, "not quite old man." Voltemort frowned. The ice shards, now buried in the brick golem, formed into water and saturated the brick golem's body, taking control of it. Turning towards its former master the brick golem charged.
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Hermione stood up as Voltemort levitated into the air and heard the charge he issued to his followers. They all started to circle around her. Griping her wand tightly, Hermione felt a change in the wind and voice in her head warned of strong winds. She grabbed onto the nearby metal latter for support. All of the deatheaters were thrown from their feet and collapsed.
The voice returned to her mind, telling her to escape while she could. Hermione started running towards the exit when she heard a few spells being cast her way. Dodging them, she turned around in mid jump and fired off a disarming and a paralysis spell before landing behind a dumpster. A few more curses flew past the dumpster harmlessly. There was a loud cracking sound and a few bricks came crashing to the ground with the rain. One of the deatheaters was knocked out by one of the bricks.
"Alright, there is one paralyzed and one unconscious... three more to go" Hermione said after peeking out from behind the large trash bin. In the dark of the ally she couldn't clearly see her opponents, but did have a general idea of where they were. As Hermione was thinking up a plan she heard a howl of wind above her and felt the rain stop falling. Realizing the deatheaters would be distracted by the change, she took this opportunity and jumped out from behind the garbage dumpster firing spells. Everything in front of her was covered in enchantments, including the two deatheaters that were caught in her blaze of magic.
The rain started falling again and Hermione let herself relax. She looked around for a bit and came to the realization that only four of the five deatheaters were incapacitated. She turned around to try and find the other one and did; as well as a wand in her face. "It's time to die you mudblood bitch," says the remaining deatheater as the wand began to light up...
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