Of Wizards, Akuma, and Exorcists

Forty-eight: And The Battle Comes To An End

Disclaimer: I do not own any D. Gray-Man or Harry Potter characters/settings. They rightfully belong to Mr. Hoshino (D. Gray-Man) and Ms. Rowling (Harry Potter). Also, some conversations between the Harry Potter characters are direct quotes from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and that also does not belong to me!

Recap:

Allen gritted his teeth and felt Harry shift beside him. The black haired boy replied back to Lestrange's threat. "Well, you're going to have to kill me, because it's gone!" he yelled, and Allen saw that his face was scrunched up in pain. "And he knows! Your dear old mate Voldemort knows it's gone! He's not going to be happy with you, is it?"

"What? What do you mean?" Lestrange's voice, for the first time tonight, sounded frightened.

"The prophecy smashed," Allen told her calmly. "It smashed when Harry was trying to get Neville up the steps. What do you think, Lestrange, Voldemort will say about that, then?" Next to him, Harry had tears falling from his eyes, and Allen put a hand on the boy's shoulder to steady him.

Allen knew, from the way Harry was acting, that they didn't have much time.

Voldemort was coming...

"LIAR!" Lestrange screamed hysterically. Terror rang in her voice, a sound, a tone that Allen had heard so many times. "YOU'VE GOT IT, POTTER, AND YOU WILL GIVE IT TO ME! Accio Prophecy! ACCIO PROPHECY!"

Harry laughed loudly, his face still scrunched up in pain, and Allen feared that the boy might have lost his mind. Harry waved his hand from behind the statue of the goblin, drawing it back quickly as Lestrange threw another curse at him. "Nothing there! Nothing to summon! It smashed and nobody heard what it said, tell your boss that--"

"No!" Lestrange gave a cry of despair. "It isn't true, you're lying - MASTER, I TREID, I TRIED - DO NO PUNISH ME--"

"Don't waste your breathe!" Harry yelled back at her. "He can't hear you from here!"

But a feeling similar to that of ice cold water being dumped over his shoulders attacked Allen at the moment, and he spun around, raising his wand as the feeling of pure malice gathered in the middle of the hall--

"Can't I, Potter?" Lord Voldemort asked coldly, his wand pointed at the two boys behind the statues.

"...Quite a late arrival," Allen commented softly.

"You smashed my prophecy?" Voldemort said, ignoring the Exorcist. "No, Bella, he is not lying... I see the truth looking at me from within his worthless mind... Months of preparation, months of effort... and my Death Eaters have let Harry Potter thwart me again..."

"Master, I am sorry, I knew not, I was fighting the Animagus Black!" Lestrange cried through her desperate sobs. "Master, you should know--"

"Be quiet, Bella," Voldemort said softly with menace hanging from his every syllable. "I shall deal with you in a moment. Do you think I have entered the Ministry of Magic to hear your sniveling apologies?"

"But Master - he is here - he is below--"

But Voldemort did not look at his servant as he turned to Harry. Allen stepped between the boy and the wizard protectively.

"I have nothing to say to you, Potter, or your friend here," Voldemort said. "You have irked me too often, for too long. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Allen activated his Innocence and raised it as a shield in front of himself and Harry, but somehow... he knew that even his arm would not save him from death caused by a wizard's curse...

But the spell never hit, as the broken wizard's statue of the fountain leaped to its feet and jumped in front of the curse, effectively shielding both boys from it.

"What-?" Voldemort gasped. He looked around widely, and his snake-like eyes landed on something that brought malice to them stronger than anything before had. "Dumbledore!"

"Sir!" Allen gasped, lowering his arm and gaping at the magnificent man standing at the gates. But he had no time to say much else as Voldemort sent another curse after Dumbledore, who turned and was gone in a whirl of his cloak, who reappeared behind Voldemort and with a sweep of his wand brought all the other statues to life. The headless wizard nudged Allen none-too-gently, and the Exorcist took the signal: grabbing Harry by the arm, he backed away from the fight and knelt there, pulling Harry with him. The centaur's statue galloped around Voldemort and Dumbledore.

"It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom," Dumbledore spoke calmly. "The Aurors are on their way--"

"By which time I will be gone and you dead!" Voldemort spat out as he sent a Killing Curse at Dumbledore, missed, and hit the secutiry guard's desk, which burst into flames. Dumbledore retaliated by flicking his wand sending a spell at his opponent. The force of the spell made Allen's hair stand on end, it being so powerful. Voldemort conjured a silver shield out of thin air, and as the spell hit, it sounded like the eerie echo of a gong.

"You do not seek to kill me, Dumbledore!" Voldemort cried. "Above such brutality, are you?"

"We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom," Dumbledore stated, approaching Voldemort calmly, as if there was nothing he feared about him or anything else in the world. "Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I must admit--"

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!"

"You are quite wrong," Dumbledore replied. Allen felt Harry struggling against him and their headless protector, but he made sure the boy did not move. "Indeed, your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death has always been your greatest weakness--"

Another Killing Curse hurdled through the air, hitting the galloping centaur as it protected Dumbledore, shattering into pieces. Dumbleore threw a thread of flames at Voldemort, wrapping him in it, and then the flames turned into a giant snake, which hissed at Voldemort, ready to strike--

A burst of flames in midair was all Allen noticed before Voldemort, who'd vanished in the blink of an eye, reappeared on the now empty fountain, aiming a curse at Dumbledore once again--

"Look out!" Harry yelled as the jet of green light shot toward the silver haired man and the snake struck--

And Fawkes the phoenix swooped down and swallowed the curse whole, and Dumbledore brandished his wand, and the snake disappeared in a burst of black smoke.

Allen watched as th fountain's water made a large coccoon around Voldemort, who stood there as a rippling image for a few moments...

And then Allen blinked

and Voldemort

was

gone.

Lestrange's scream penetrated the air from where she was pinned down by the witch's statue, which Allen hadn't noticed until now. The Death Eater was sobbing uncontrollably, and the sight of it made Allen want to feel sick. Such devotion to such a cruel man. It only reminded him of the Millennium Earl and the Akuma.

We have to go back to where we came from, he thought sadly. Or else... the Earl would destroy the world...

And Harry and the others wouldn't have their chance to live.

Harry jerked beside him and made to dash out from where he was, but Dumbledore, looking frightened and alert, yelled loudly, "Stay where you are, Harry!"

Allen turned to look at Harry, to make sure he would stay, but then he realized he had no need to: Harry suddenly fell to the floor, twitching and writhing, and Allen knew that this was because of the lightning shaped scar on Harry's forehead. Allen reached for him, shocked, but all he received was a violent hand swatting him away with unreal strength, Harry's fingernails scratching his exposed skin (his gloves had been gone sometime during the chaos) and drawing blood...

Harry looked up weakly and opened his mouth.

"Kill me now, Dumbledore..." he croaked out. Allen could only stare. "If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy..."

Allen clenched his fists. "Harry! Harry, you must wake up!" he snapped, putting his arms around the boy. "Fight him, Harry! Don't lose to Voldemort! Harry!"

And then Dumbledore was there, and so were other people, when Allen finally released his hold on Harry. Dumbledore lay him down on the floor, and Allen went to retrieve Harry's glasses, when Dumbledore spoke gently.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"Yes," replied Harry's slurred voice. "Yeah, I'm - where's Voldemort, where - who are all these - what's--"

"He was here!" shouted a man in a scarlet robe, one of the crowd who had appeared while Allen was clinging to Harry. "I saw him, Mr. Fudge, I swear, it was You-Know-Who, he grabbed a woman and Disapparated!"

"I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too!" gasped a familiar man, Cornelius Fudge. "Merlin's beard - here - here! - in the Ministry of Magic! - great heavens above - it doesn't seem possible - my word - how can this be?"

"If you proceed downstairs into the Department of Mysteries, Cornelius," Dumbledore said as he approached the crowd, which had a dozen different reactions toward the wizard's appearance, and Allen shuffled back to Harry with the boy's glasses, "you will find several escaped Death Eaters contained in the Death Chamber, bound by an Anti-Disapparation Jinx and awaiting your decision as to what to do with them."

"Dumbledore!" Fudge yelped. "You - here - I - I - Seize him!"

"Cornelius, I am ready to fight your men - and win again!" Dumbledore boomed. "But a few minutes ago you saw a proof, with your very own eyes, that I have been telling you the truth for a year, Lord Voldemort has returned, you have been chasing the wrong men for twelve months, and it is time you listened to sense!"

"I - don't - well - Very well!" Fudge sputtered. "Dawlish! Williamson! Go down to the Department of Mysteries and see... Dumbledore, you - you will need to tell me exactly - the Fountain of Magical Brethren - what happened?"

"We can discuss that after I have sent Harry and Mr. Walker back to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said as Allen and Harry watched silently.

"Harry - Harry Potter?"

This man needs a break, Allen though pitifully.

"He- here?" Fudge demanded. "Why - what's all this about?"

"I shall explain everything when the boys are back at school," Dumbledore repeated, and he raised his wand at the wizard's statue's abandoned head. "Portus."

"Now see here, Dumbledore!" Fudge snapped as Dumbledore handed the Portkey to Allen, who made Harry grasp it as well. "You haven't got authorization for that Portkey! You can't do things like that right in front of the Minister of Magic - you - you--"

"You will give the order to remove Dolores Umbridge from Hogwarts," Dumbledore dealt calmly. "You will tell your Aurors to stop searching for my Care of Magical Creatures so he can return to work. I shall give you... half an hour of my time tonight, in which I think we shall be more than able to cover the important points of what has happened here. After that, I shall need to return to my school. If you need more help from me you are, of course, more than welcome to contact me at Hogwarts. Letters addressed to the headmaster will find me."

"I - you--"

"I shall see you in half an hour," Dumbledore said to Allen and Harry, the latter of which merely stared ahead blankly. Worried, Allen reached out his free hand and gripped his friend's shoulder.

"One... two... three..."

Allen closed his eyes as the floor left his feet, and as his stomach was jerked up, down, left, right, and as the Ministry of Magic disappeared.

I'll have to talk to everyone later.. I hope they're all right, I'll see them...soon enough.

Or so he thought.

You'd think I can write a chapter faster than this, but nope. I'm slowing down drastically now, and I've once again given up on the other story. I feel so ashamed. I'm going to finish this up before I write anything else.