Chapter 1: Mysteries
WARNING: This story may contain traces of: spoilers, tortures, memory loss, magical spells, semi-AU after fifth year, swords, powerful spells, badly written but still very awesome duels, rambling author notes and anime references. Engage at your discretion.
THE OTHER WARNING: This author is currently very busy and suffers from severe cases of bad humor. Take the WARNING seriously, just not the author in general.
"You've been trying since I was a baby," Harry drawled. "And I'm still here."
"Not for long," Voldemort sneered before sending a curse at Harry. Voldemort was infuriated. To think, a child had defeated him and had continued to thwart his attempts at getting rid of the brat repeatedly.
Harry ducked the curse before firing one of his own. The two enemies traded curses and hexes at each other, each one closely missing the opponent. Two of their wayward spells had collided, the force sending them back. When they looked up, they saw Albus Dumbledore, standing there in his brightly colored robes and long white beard.
"You should not have come here Tom," Dumbledore spoke as he casually strolled towards them.
"Don't call me by that filthy muggle name," Voldemort hissed; not many knew of his true heritage, and he had gone through great lengths to rid himself of that disgusting name he thought himself when he was still just a child, not knowing how common it was.
"It is your name Tom," Dumbledore said. "No matter how much you wish it wasn't."
As Voldemort seethed, Dumbledore just stared at him; he didn't even bother giving Harry a glance as he focused on Voldemort. Not wanting him to be dragged into this.
"You're a meddling old fool Dumbledore," Voldemort said. "And that will be your downfall."
Dumbledore said nothing as he raised his wand; he fired a curse at Voldemort, thus engaging him into a battle. Harry, for his part, stood still as he looked at the two. Slightly awed at the amount of power the two wizards are giving off. They are both great wizards, but he could almost see another person that could duel Voldemort into even more terrifyingly great heights.
Dumbledore used water to vanish the snake of fire that Voldemort had created, fiery and magnificent. With only a swish of his wand Dumbledore turned the water drops into crystal and sent them towards Voldemort like little arrows. Rather than allowing his body to be pierced, Voldemort evaporated into mist before melting right before their eyes.
"Harry, are you alright?" The concern was evident in Dumbledore's tone. Harry don't trust his voice any more than he trust his mind at the moment, he was sure it would come out hollow and rasped.
Before either one could say anything else, a strange wind blew through the room, lifting crystal dust off the floor. The dust blew towards Harry and both he and Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at it suspiciously when the dust rose off the ground and seemed to wrap around Harry like a blanket, in an almost comforting way. His body convulsed like the effect of the Cruciatus Curse before he fell to his hands and knees. His body twitched and pained moans could be heard from him. Then, Harry became still.
Dumbledore took a step towards him, intent of seeing if the boy was fine but before he could get any nearer, Harry rolled over on his side to face him.
"You're a fool old man," Harry's voice was cold and silky with a slight hissing tone to it,"And you're going to lose."
"I think not Tom," Dumbledore replied softly. "It is you that shall lose."
"There are things in play that you have no knowledge of," Voldemort hissed, a smirk adorning Harry's face, sadistic and cruel. "Things that shall be the cause of your downfall."
"Leave Harry at once Tom," Dumbledore's voice still held the soft tone to it, but a panicky and angry edge is now present, almost like a father reprimanding his naughty child but quickly losing his patience.
"You were foolish to think that this boy could beat me," Voldemort spoke.
Dumbledore ignored him and leaned closer to Harry's body; by this time, the others had made their way into the Atrium and stood watching the scene in horrified fascination.
"Harry," Dumbledore whispered. "It is not how alike you are that matters, but how different you are."
Harry's body convulsed again before he looked up at Dumbledore. His eyes moved to the others behind him and his gaze ran over them.
Neville was looking at him, fear and hope in his eyes, with his wand clutched tight in his hands, he had blood running down his chin from a wound on his forehead, but other than that, he looked unhurt.
Ginny was holding her left arm to her chest and seemed to be leaning against her brother. Her eyes held pain, fear and mortification.
Hermione was in Tonks' arms, her head resting on her shoulder and her eyes was filled with confusion and worry, wanting to run to his best friend if not for the bleeding gashes.
Luna was standing besides Neville and for the first time since he met her, Harry didn't see the ever present dazed look in her eyes, he saw that they were clear and bright and they held slight determination in them, to help him.
Harry's eyes drifted to Dumbledore and saw the increasing worry and carefully masked panic beneath the sadness. He brought up every happy memory and flimsy Occlumency shields that's more like hard candy he managed to conjure in Snape's lessons, it's almost like banishing a dementor living inside him. His eyes cleared.
"You're weak," Harry said, his voice was clear of Voldemort's. "And you will fall; your reign is coming to an end and your own actions will cause your downfall; you seek the same as that which you are trying to destroy and it will never happen."
An image flashed across Harry's mind, which caused a small smile to appear on his face. "True loyalty is not something you know and I pity you. You have no idea of the power of true friends or unconditional love and worship."
Another image flashed and this image brought a surprise gasp from Harry; the emotion that came with it was strong and it was enough to cause Voldemort to leave; his body jerked as the mist escaped his body before forming the solid form of Voldemort just a few feet away.
He whispered, "Love are a foolish emotion, but a most needed one. I have experienced. And I hate it with a passion. Because if it weren't for love, there will be no Lord Voldemort."
He spared a glance to Dumbledore, before flicking his wand. A jet of wind and water caught everyone unawares, knocking them off their feet and crashing to the floor.
"And now, you die, Harry Potter." He raised his wand high above him, and muttered the killing curse.
The floo flared again, but no one came out, only a shadow. Harry noticed, but did not call out for help. He couldn't move his body, he was hopeless. He's going to die.
Two bright chains snapped towards him. One twisting its way around Voldemort's raised wand arm, and flung him away. The second snaked its way around Harry's torso, lifting him up and securing him in one of the atrium's alcoves, wrapping around him like a mother's embrace.
It only took Voldemort a moment to see his attacker. Long greasy hair, black robes, pale skin, elegant fingers where blue and violet magic flared, completely wandless but power cackled viciously around him. Making Dumbledore's magic pale in comparison.
"Good evening, my lord," The last two words was a sarcastic mocking, spat out brutally from his lips. Voldemort let out a loud snarl. How dare he! To finally reveal his true colors after deceiving him after all this time! How dare Snape, of all people, where his eyes.
Severus Snape nodded his head, his black gaze sweeping around the atrium, confirming that at least most of his students are alive and well.
"Santen Kesshun." A whispered command, a flick of a finger, a widening of crimson eyes. Triangular orange shields expanded across his fallen comrades, not caring but fearing for Voldemort's reaction.
He inclined his head at the Dark Lord, almost wanting to chuckle at his reaction. He always had the most ammusing facial expressions growing up. He gave a mocking bow to the man he supposedly served. knowing soon enough the curtain will be drawn on his life.
Hopefully, Snape could anger Voldemort enough that he would kill him the second he has the chance. Because if he is indeed captured and tortured, the glamour he wore for almost three decades would eventually fall.
He shook his head, pulsed his magic, and charged, curses and hexes already flung towards the shocked and angry Dark Lord.
Let the final act commence.
A/N: The Twins of Misfortune thing reference could be found if consulted Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, the part that tells Fai's history. Which is also where I got the name. Not that long this chapter, but the length will get longer as time went on.
There will be various kido spells in this story. I got obssesed into bleach so I have to use it. A show is power you know. hope you understand.
Updates will be irregular. I plan to finish this story within the year.
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