Chapter 14

Releasing the Soul

The sun was dawning on the damp field. You would think that it was a normal field, but when one looked closely he or she could see cords spun low on the ground. These cords formed a square about 4 by 4 meters. The cord glistered in the sunlight.

"Finished," Sirius said, stretching his back and yawning. They had worked all night trying to secure their trap and going over the plan again, and again, and again.

"Maybe we should wake them," Remus said. He looked at Harry and Jack, who were both resting against the tree. At that moment Remus was struck at how young Harry was. The worry and pain on his face had disappeared and his green eyes that reflected his fear were invisible by the closed lids.

"Let them have a few more minutes. Jack needs his rest and gods knows Harry does too. Let's eat something and rest too. We will need it when he comes."

When Sirius walked towards the tree to the backpack they had brought, Harry changed. His face turned from peaceful into painful in a heartbeat. He started sweating and he squeezed his eyes shut. His mouth moved and soft moans escaped his lips.

Before either could approach Harry, his eyes flew open and his hand flew to his scar. Jack woke up as a weight was lifted from him and he saw that Harry was sitting upright, breathing hard and clutching his head.

"What is it?" the three of them asked at once.

Harry looked at them one by one. "Voldemort has killed Lucius Malfoy. He's coming!"

"What?" Sirius cried.

"He killed Malfoy?" Remus asked.

"I thought you told me you had closed the connection!" Jack said.

Harry shook of the questions and remarks and moved towards the backpack. He grabbed to bottles. As his hands found the glass a 'crack' was heard through the air. Startled birds flew up in the air and before any of his companions could react, Harry rushed to the square. The cords were glowing and sprung to life as both Harry and Voldemort entered the square of cords. Harry, not worried about Voldemort for the minute, turned and gestured with his hands.

"What are you doing Harry," Sirius cried, his face reflecting his worry and fear.

"Come back Harry," Remus said. "It's far too dangerous. We had a plan!"

Jack just smiled. There had been a time where he would have yelled too and he was afraid for his young friend, but he knew what Harry had planned. "Good luck," he whispered.

Harry grinned, for there was one thing his friend didn't know. "See you later," was all he said with a grin and then he concentrated like hell on teleporting them.

With a flash then worried and confused faces of his friends disappeared.

"What is this Potter?" Voldemort hissed, for the first time speaking. His voice still sounded the same, but he seemed less frightening without the shadows and fire reflecting his darker side.

"This, monsieur, is a trap." Harry calmly replayed. "You see, I've become quite tired of the fact that everyone seems to be invading my body. So this is to release both you and the Phoenix from my body."

"Let me help you with that," Voldemort said and he raised his wand. "Avada Kadavra." But nothing happened. No flash of green light, not even a spark. Voldemort hissed.

"What have you done?" he hissed, falling into parsletongue.

Harry laughed. "I thought you were great Dark Lord. But it seems you have never mastered something like hand magic or muggle tricks."

"And why would you fall to muggle tricks?" Voldemort hissed, this time in normal English. "You seem to hate your aunt and uncle too. Why not join me?"

"Because you don't rely on anyone but yourself. Even when you are surrounded by Death Eaters you still speak of them as your servants. You let them do all the killing and torturing. Except when it came to me and my parents and a few other key people that you thought were not worth screwing up.

I may hate my aunt and uncle because they had never been there for me, locking me up and starving me from time to time, but I will never think about killing them. I won't be the one who judges about death or life.

You see Tom; you could have been different if you had opened your heart a little. But you wouldn't even dare to love, would you?"

Voldemort laughed. "It's all down to love again isn't it? Have you been poisoned too by Dumbledore on his lies about love and forgiveness?"

Harry smirked and Voldemorts grin faded. "Dumbledore is wise, but he forgets that there are things that no-one can change. He forgets that some things are better to be left alone and that others will turn out alright in the end, even if he doesn't involve himself into them. But everybody has his or her faults. That's what makes us human."

Voldemort' eyes shot fire and Harry felt the Phoenix raising to the bait. Just a few more minutes and then he would be healed. At that moment something was thrown towards him. In a reflex he stepped to the left and looked at the fallen object. It was a stone.

Harry looked up at Voldemort with raised eyebrows. "On to muggle tactics are we?"

"I'm still part muggle you know," was all he said and he threw another stone. It missed Harry by a hair.

"Good throw," Harry commented, as he dodged another stone.

"Thanks," Voldemort said, picking up another one. "I was a Chaser in my year."

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(Hogwarts)

The Great Hall received another shock in three months as three grown men landed in it. Sirius, Remus and jack stumbled and looked around. "Son-of-a-bitch!" Jack cried in the middle of the Hall as he realised where he was.

"Jack, there are children here," Dumbledore said from behind him. A few seconds silence followed before he commented: "Where is Harry?"

This time Sirius started swearing. "Why?" he yelled. "He fucking knew, he knew. I could see it in his eyes. When he gets back, I'll kill him." But he came no further then that as Dumbledore caste a silencing charm of him.

"As I told Jack, there are children here. Now Remus will you please tell me what's going on?"

Remus shook himself awake as all attention was vested on him. "Could we please take this somewhere else professor? As you mentioned before, we are surrounded by children."

Dumbledore nodded and gestured towards the side door. But just as they all entered the side door, a voice called out to them.

"Why are you here?" Ginny called out to the three men that disappeared through the side door. If she had arrived, with Ron and Hermione, a few minutes later she would have missed them.

"Yeah," Ron said, as he to noticed Sirius, Remus and Jack. "I thought you would be with Harry."

The three men looked at each other in wonder and seemed to silently communicate with each other as if trying to decide what to tell them.

Dumbledore appeared around the corner to see what kept them waiting and spotted the three students. He sighted. "Ms. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, follow us please," he said lightly and disappeared into the room again.

The three students looked at each other, but hurried into the room. If anything had happened to their friend, then they wanted to know.

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(Field somewhere in Scotland)

Harry seemed to be getting irritated. He didn't mind the 'practice', but he couldn't keep it up forever. Voldemort, on the other hand, seemed to be getting better. He had hit Harry with a stone at least twice and it had hurt. On the other hand, Harry hadn't done anything but dodging for the last twenty minutes.

"That's it," he muttered and he clapped in his hands. The cords sprung to life and closed in on them. With amazing speed he grabbed one of the potions and flings it at Voldemort.

Tom, of course, hadn't seen it coming and the bottle smashed into his face. The glass broke and its contents spread over his face. The potion was thick and a few drops fell to the ground. Where the potion hit the ground little screams seemed to irrupt and black smoke arose.

Voldemort grabbed his face and tried to scream. But it only caused to let the potion enter his mouth and stick on his hands. The drab seemed to spread all over Voldemorts body.

"Memo to me, never get on Sev' wrong side ever again. That Fear Fever Potion is the most horrible potion I've ever seen." Harry shuddered and looked around. "And for the final act." He levitated the other potion and walked up to Voldemort. The cords reached them and pressed them together. As his hands were still free he clapped them once and the bottle above their heads broke, its contents spilled over them. With a calm and reassured voice Harry began the chant he had been practicing so long.

"Fragaria Vesca,
Will you grand me one soul,
Undamaged and cleaned of all evil.

Galium Aparine,
Give him a chance to start anew,
No memories, no past.

Primula,
Remove our bonds,
Release our souls.

Salvia,
From the Ashes we will arise,
Both renewed and whole.

Tussilago Farfara,
Scars of the past will fade,
Our destinies for ours to decide.

Verbascum Thapsus,
Bonded by love and trust,
One sky, one world."

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(Hogwarts)

A bright light startled them all. Some screamed, some started to run for safety, while others just stood there and stared at the light. No-one knew what it was and no-one knew what was going to happen next. The teachers in the castle tried to calm everyone and rushed them inside. When everyone was inside some teachers lingered. What was going to happen was anybodies guess.

When Severus Snape screamed in pain and agony, everybody turned in fright. What was happening?

A/N: HA! What do you think about that? The words I used in the chant are herbs and plants, so they are no magical words.