Disclaimer-I do not own the Harry Potter series
Author Note-I apologize for my language now but at some times there's just a need for more brutal language
It was now down to Harry and Voldemort. The last battle before the young boys untimely death, a slow and torturous death. Harry was ready he had prepared himself before he came to the clearing. He may not have lived a very happy and amazing life but he had accomplished amazing feats, made two best friends, fell in love, found someone to look up too, someone to be a father figure, and he had also known loss, anger, and fear. These things though wouldn't have been possible if not for Lily Potter s sacrifice. Deep in the back of Harry s mind he always knew he was on borrowed time and now that time was up.
These sort of thoughts ran through the mind of Harry Potter in his last few minutes before death that weren't surrounded by the cloud of pain. Harry knew Voldemort still had more in store for him before he killed him though he accepted that and would live through it only to die shortly after.
Voldemort uttered those three words that brought back the pain of some past injury this time instead of pointed at the crook of Harry s right arm, his forearm.
Harry was then absorbed back into his second year and his time in the chamber of secrets. His fear and worry over Ginny who lied there motionless at that time he hadn't know if she was dead or alive. He remembered or lived once again the smell of the giant basilisk and the sound as it slithered across the bricked and smelly sewers. He felt the urgency to get to Ginny in time and to kill the giant snake no matter if it was the last thing he did. He may have looked fearless but deep down it was bleeding like a large open wound seeping over his skin trying to consume him. He climbed on top the sculpture of the mans head and stood at the crown of its head and held the sword of Gryffindor in his cold and sweaty hands. Harry knew what was coming next but it did nothing to ease his pain. He stabbed the sword upwards inside the slithering reptiles mouth and felt the pain of the pointed tooth going through his arm, breaking bone. The poison once again entered his blood stream quickly killing him with no way to help himself. He had to get to Ginny. He had to get her out of this terrible place but Tom was still there. Why was he still there the basilisk was defeated? harry thought in that moment that all his efforts had been futile and that it was all for nothing. Could this possibly the end? He just had to accomplish one thing before he died, save Ginny. He had promised Ron that much. He stumbled toward the pale and unconscious figure so still, oh so still yet he could still see a slight rise and fall of her chest. Tom stood over his slowly receding body as it just clung to life before releasing into the clutches of death. Harry though grabbed the basilisks fang from his arm and dug it into the diary. This bloody book had started it and now it will end it! Tom let out a scream and the scream only grew louder and louder until it became almost unbearable. Why wont it stop? Why wont it stop? Harry sobbed as he came back to himself and realized that it was him who was screaming. He was screaming from the pain he felt in his right arm and when he looked a large gaping hole appeared where the basilisks fang had been. It was bleeding so much that it was streaming down his arm and dripping down into a small puddle already in the dirt by his feet.
"How was that memory,Harry? You seem to think you can defeat all my horcruxes yet that one was so close to killing you if not for that bloody bird of Dumbledores," Tom sneered as he whispered in Harry s ear not letting any of his followers here what was being said about horcruxes. "To bad the basilisks poison didn't come back as well, it would have been a nice painful death or a more painful death. I guess we will just have to do what I already have in store."
Voldemort again blasted the curse striking his head. Harry seemed to fall from a thousand stories before landing in the department of mysteries. He was being held by Remus and he didn't know why until it all came flooding back to him. He was screaming and yelling curses at that bitch Bellatrix who had killed Sirius. Sirius his godfather. Sirius who he was supposed to live a happy life with. Sirius who was who he looked up to where he turned when he had problems. He had only know him for a short two years, too short two years. Why did everyone he cared about die? Why was it always supposed to be like this? He screamed and tore at Remus s arms until he finally broke free and went after that snarling creature of the dark that shouldn't even be able to walk this earth, everything dying upon her touch. She ran screaming and gloating all around the ministry. The MINISTRY! The ministry who didn't believe him and now in their little sanctuary Voldemorts most loyal followers can party. "I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black," echoed off the walls as Bellatrix ran from the scene of the crime. "Crucio!" Harry bellowed which made her slip and fall and finally stop laughing taking him just a little bit more serious. "You've got to mean it little Potty," she told him. Voldemort came and Harry s scar went on fire as he doubled over and clutched his burning forehead. It seemed he would die right then and there but Dumbledore had come to pick up the pieces. The great battle ensued and Harry was pushed back repeatedly. he only wanted revenge maybe that would help the pain that he was feeling inside or at least dull it. She had killed Sirius and He had killed his parents and murdered so many other nameless people it was only fair that he should be able to take some of his anger out on him but Dumbledore wouldn't let him. He was so angry at Dumbledore he knew so much and didn't tell him anything. He had ignored him the whole year not giving him one bit of information. Didn't he understand how much pain Harry was going through? Didn't he get that he had lost so much already and he was about to burst from it? He had tried to keep all the pain inside but he s only human one of these days he was going to go crazy from it all and Sirius was his breaking point.
Voldemort disappeared and he thought that the battle had finally ended and he could finally get some answers and let his anger out upon the world. Harry said so too soon and he felt Voldemort enter his mind. He saw al of his loss, sufferings, anger, and anything that just brought him down. He was beginning to succumb to his will with Dumbledore right there unable to do anything. Harry saw his whole life pass him by and Voldemort was a big part of it. During this time Harry understood something about Voldemort but before he could discover it he was brought back to the clearing in the forest on the Hogwarts grounds. He ended up screaming curses when he woke this time. It felt like coming out of a bad dream yet it wasn't just a dream you felt all the pain and sadness it was so much more real then a dream.
"I cant have you getting hopeful can I?" Voldemort asked. Harry was struggling with the restraints in some way just trying to reach out with his hands and choke that fucking bastard right then and there but it was no use only a waste of energy that he would have no more use for in a few moments. "I want you to live your worst memory now or should I say one of my favorite ones because of the blow I gave you that night yet you were so close to defeating me but now it shall be you who is defeated and you shall die Harry Potter!" Harry could barely think of what his worst memory could be until he was blown full blast into it.
A ghostly pale hand with long gnarled fingers pushed the gate inward barely making a sound. He raised that same hand that held a long wand with a Phoenix feather core and blasted the front door open. The blood traitor inside perked up at the sudden noise and realized that death had come for him. His messy black hair whipped around his face as he turned toward Voldemort and yelled to someone upstairs. It was too late though he had come and as soon as the last words left his mouth he was dead on the floor, not even putting up a fight leaving his wand apart from him, how foolish. He walked over the dead blood traitor going up the stairs toward the destination he most wanted. He needed the boy, the boy! The nursery door blasted inward and you could see the silly little toys all about the room and the sunny colors of childhood that Voldemort had never known. The mudblood was standing in front of crib in which the child was placed she seemed to think that placing her body there would stop the amazing Lord Voldemort. "Stand Aside," he told her again and again but she refused to move. Foolish girl he would have to kill her too. She didn't even have her wand with her as well. Did they think that they could even hope to slow Lord Voldemort without even a wand? Fools! He cast the curse and the scream she made echoed throughout the house. Now all that was left was to finish the boy and then it would ALL be finished. The small drooling boy had a wide grin on his face sputtering and blowing bubbles but when he saw who approached him the grin fled and he began to cry. Crying for his mommy who wouldn't come. Voldemort had no mercy for small children they were just an annoyance and in this case a very big one that would soon be taken care of. Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it directly at the small boy.
Harry came to screaming again but this time it was much worse. He remembered the night but not as himself but as Voldemort. He remembered how in his fifth year he was so close to turning into Vodemort and that was his greatest fear to turn into something so sinister and something so evil as to turn into Voldemort. He felt the loss of his parents and the pain from his scar exploding in pain. He felt the drips of blood dripping down his forehead over his eye blending with the tears that had formed he didn't know when. Voldemort was right about it being the worst one and Harry was glad that he had saved it for last because after that he didn't know if he could hold out much longer, he had broken. He was broken and his life meant nothing right now and he just wanted it to end.
"Oh little baby Potter is sad should we get his mommy?" Bellatrix asked in a taunting voice. Harry ignored her though only absorbed in his own pain. He was ready why couldn't they just end it?
"You are going to die now Harry Potter," Voldemort said. "You have now lost your own dignity and are blubbering like a baby if only your little friends could see you now, what hope would they have left? Their hero is hanging here as our little toy not even fighting back. When I bring your body back and show them what we ve done I ll say how you ve broken down and begged me for death!"
"I've done no such thing!" Harry said finding strength from the anger Tom caused him. I have accepted my fate and therefore I am protecting them!
"You are a fool! You really think just killing you will end this? After you die they will give up hope and you ll be out of the way and it will make my take over just that much easier. Prepare to die!" He held up his wand and pointed it directly at Harry s heart. His hear that was the key to everything and the only way to defeat Voldemort out of love. He said the spell and the last thing Harry thought of before his spirit left his body was of Ginny.
Authors Note-Well I m curious of your opinions if I should just continue the story here or make a sequel because I m planning on having the whole ending thing planned out like in the book and then carrying on to when Harry finally kills Voldemort. I don't know if I should like do all those chapters in my own words of course, just do a summary, or just pick up to where I have previously stated in either this story or just make it a different one but a sequel or what not. Anyways just tell me your opinion on it and thank you for reading. Please review because it would be awesome! :P