Chapter Thirty-Three: The Time has Come.
Grimmauld place materialised, he walked to the door, and it opened without him having to knock. Voices were coming from the kitchen, we headed towards it and walked in, everyone fell silent.
'Ginny's been kidnapped by Voldemort, this is it, no matter what happens, it's the end of the war, the final battle. Today' Harry said.
The silence around him became absolute and stunned. It was already mid-day who knew how long Ginny had been gone for.
'What do we have to do?' The voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke up.
Harry went over what he had of a plan, basically to go in and fend off the death eaters so that Harry could go and take on Voldemort. While everyone listened Harry noticed that Hermione looked like she'd been crying, he went over to her 'Hermione you don't have to do this, you can go to Molly and Isabella, Fleur's there too' he said softly.
She shook her head 'I'm with you all the way Harry' she said strongly.
'You sure?' He asked.
She nodded.
'Ok, everyone we should go already, I don't know how I know it's just a gut feeling but he's in Godric's Hollow' Harry said to the room.
They all nodded, disapparating as a group.
Godric's Hollow looked very much the same as it had the last time he'd been there. It was past one o'clock, for a summers day the sky was unusually black and Harry could hear the distant roll of thunder.
The significant group started walking up the street together, as expected loud cracks and pops sounded as a group just as vast as the Order in numbers apparated in front of them, the people that had just appeared were all waring black robes and face masks, curses started flying immediately. Harry started to run; he'd heard someone scream out his name from the direction of the graveyard.
'So we meet again Potter' A cold, familiar voice said from underneath a mask. Rage filled Harry, the last time that he'd heard this voice had been at Hogwarts the night of Dumbledore's death… Severus Snape, ex-Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher… Dumbledore's murderer was standing in front of him.
Harry's eyes flashed, he fired a silent curse at this evil man, Snape shot backwards with so much force that he fell on his back, cracking his head on the rocky, uneven surface of the road.
He got back up 'Very good Mr Potter, I see you have mastered the art of silent spells. Well done' Snape said scathingly.
'What're you doing?' Harry yelled, 'Here I am, here's your chance, curse me, go on, do it!'
Snape made no motion to curse Harry he just stood there.
'I was right! You are a coward!' Harry said.
'You don't know the half of it Potter, I am no coward' Snape replied, Harry detected a hint of defeat in his voice. 'I know this is the end Potter but at least you now know where my loyalties lay' Snape took of his mask and threw down his wand.
Harry paused for a minute 'patrificus totalus' Harry yelled pointing his wand at the black clad man in front of him. The body bind curse hit square in the chest, having no wand nor time to deflect it Snape once again fell on to his back cracking his head again, this time it started bleeding, Harry stepped over the man, he may have surrendered but Harry didn't want to take any chances, he continued towards the cemetery.
A short way along he was hindered again, a curse flew over his head, he turned around fast 'I was wondering if I'd be seeing you again Malfoy' he said when he came face to masked face with a boy his own age.
'Looking for your little girlfriend Potter?' Malfoy replied.
Harry forgot his wand, he was mad; he punched his old nemesis making his nose bleed heavily. Harry then kicked him hard in between the legs, Malfoy dropped like a sack of potato's, he tried to curse Harry from the ground but missed, Harry fired a stunning spell at Malfoy and just to make sure he wouldn't be found until it was all over he levitated him up a tree.
Harry kept on being intercepted whenever he made any progress, after overcoming at least fifteen death eaters he was cut, bruised and sore, the ache in his heart was constant now and getting worse as he made his way to the cemetery, they weren't there any more, Voldemort had moved and taken Ginny with him.
Harry was on the verge of turning back to the battle raging behind him to take his anger out on some death eaters when he saw something move in a bush to his left. He hastened towards it... the something was a man. He was short, balding and had odd rat-like features, the hand of his right arm was bright silver 'Pettigrew' Harry spat grabbing the man's throat, he cowered in Harry's grip.
'Harry, dear boy' Pettigrew said.
'How dare you address me as if you cared for me!' Harry shouted. He hated this man more than he hated Snape or Malfoy, this poor excuse was the reason Harry's parents had been found and murdered. Harry tightened his grip and pointed his wand at Pettigrew's chest.
'No… n… no… s… sorry' Pettigrew stammered.
'Where are they Pettigrew, tell me!' Harry yelled.
'W… who?' he answered.
'You know who I'm talking about, where has Voldemort taken Ginny?' Harry said.
Pettigrew winced at the name Voldemort 'I d… don't… k… know' he stuttered.
'CRUCIO!' Harry had yelled the curse before he knew it.
Pettigrew yelled out in pain, twitching horribly, Harry took the curse off 'You owe me Peter… You do know… Tell me now or…' Harry raised his wand again.
'No!' Pettigrew yelled 'ok… the dark lord has taken the girl t… too… the… the shrieking shack!' he said.
Harry threw the man back he hit the ground. Harry stunned him so that he couldn't warn his master and disapperated.