DISCLAIMER: I have my own little world where I own Harry Potter and Jo Rowling does not. I love my little world...
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I have so much going on these past few weeks its crazy! First there's the usual mountains of that seed of Satan theachers call "Homework" . Volleyball starts up this week and I have it everyday after school. Limiting my writing time to the minimum. I also have been grounded off the computer for a week / Please forgive me!
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CHAPTER TWELVE--THOSE JETS OF GREEN LIGHT...
Harry stood in the center of the grounds, knowing what was coming. A hissing sound met his ears and looked wildly around for the snake he knew to be near. Nagini was slithering through the grass towards him, hissing, "Almosssst over…Potter ssshall be dead sssoon…" Harry summoned up all thought and shouted in his mind, "Sectumsempra!" slashing his wand swiftly. The snake was split in two. Hermione cast him a quick glance, before continuing her duel with Bellatrix. Harry set the remains on fire.
He would never know.
"Potter…We meet again," the chilling voice of Voldemort said. Harry turned around. Voldemort was standing there, twirling his wand between his fingers.
"Your Death Eaters are losing their touch," Harry said, clutching his wand in his sweaty hands. Voldemort gave soft laugh.
"Am I to assume you have not been by your dear Quidditch pitch?" Voldemort said in his poisonous voice. Harry did not dare to look towards the stadium. But if he was telling the truth, hundreds of people had already been killed. Voldemort's lips curved into a twisted smile.
"Harry, Harry…You are aware of the prophecy, are you not?" Voldemort said, beginning to pace casually. Harry watched his every move. Voldemort sent a jet of green light streaking his way. Harry dodged it. It struck the side of the castle, leaving a small crater.
"Then you are presumably going to attempt to kill me?" Voldemort sent another killing curse his way. Harry ducked and shouted, "Expelliarmus!" aiming from the ground. Voldemort blocked this with a lazy flick of his wand. Voldemort stopped his pacing and turned to face him, a malicious look of hatred etched on his face.
"But you cannot kill and immortal man. Surely you know that? Hasn't Dumbledore taught you anything in that school of his?"
Harry stood, holding his wand in an extremely tight grip. He calls himself an immortal man. He's not human, let alone a man. He's not worthy to even think Dumbledore's name.
"Let's just finish this…" Harry spat at him, standing up. The stood there, not moving until Voldemort sent a killing curse his way. Harry darted away from it, feeling it whoosh by. Harry sent spell after curse after hex towards the excuse for a man before him. Voldemort waved his wand furiously, blocking all but the stinging hex that struck his cheek.
"You can't win, Potter! My Death Eaters have conquered every obstacle they have come across!" Harry looked around mockingly.
'It's time for a change…' Harry thought, before sending a series of hexes towards him, pausing for nothing. Hex after curse after hex after jinx. He stopped, blinking out the multi-colored lines that were burned in his eyes. Voldemort stood, untouched.
"Potter, Potter…" Voldemort walked slowly toward him, "You're outnumbered," he whispered, glaring at him with malicious eyes. Harry looked around.
"Did you ever learn to count? There are four of us and two of you," Harry said, keeping some information to himself. There was soon to be six or more of the Light soon. Fred and George were recruiting in the school, hoping to bring teachers and brave students.
"Let's take a lesson in addition then," Voldemort snapped his fingers, causing about ten Death Eaters to appear. "And, I know how to subtract," a glint of wickedness flashed in his eyes. Harry raised his wand and Voldemort did. Harry went to pick his spell, but Voldemort was too quick. He had shouted the killing curse before Harry had even began his. The streak of green pelted towards him. The only option was to dodge the unblockable spell. As he spun to avoid the curse, he saw Lupin battling with Bellatrix directly behind him, Hermione in the path of the curse.
"Moony, duck!" He didn't even look around to question him, but followed directions, leaving Bella wide open. The spell hit her in the chest before she even thought of screaming and was dead before her body fell to the ground.
Voldemort gave a shout of rage. Harry braced himself and began to fire hexes. Harry heard the doors to the castle burst open. Fred and George led a massive crowd of people onto the grounds, wands held high. Harry saw a flash of rage in those red eyes. Taking advantage of this distraction, Harry cast a body-bind in his direction. Voldemort, catching the sight of the spell, deflected it with ease.
"Make that…let's see…40, let's say, to twelve—oh, that would be eleven, now wouldn't it?" Harry said, enjoying the pure fury crossing Voldemort's face. Voldemort raised his wand high and cast a killing curse far to Harry's left. Harry almost laughed at the pathetic aim but was troubled to see Voldemort looking triumphant. Hermione was battling a hooded Death Eater not too far behind him. The spell was heading for her this time, a mere 10 feet from her.
Harry began to shout a warning, but by the time he had even begun, someone was blocking her.
A red-headed figure had leapt from nowhere. He kissed Hermione firmly before being engulfed in the green light, falling at her feet.
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a/n: AND THE AWARD FOR THE SHORTEST CHAPTER GOES TO...--opens envelope-- EMERIKA with REMEMBERING TO LIVE!!Emmy! Come on down!
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You all must hate me at the moment. Not only did this take forever, but it was extrememly short. I am so sorry about that!
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