Title: Truth behind the name and the lies pt.4
Pairings: DracoxHarry, twincest, OliverxPercy, RemusxSeverus, CharliexBlaise,ViktorxHermione, future BillxFleur. Stalker Ginny! SeamusxColin, AdrianxNeville*hides*
Fandom : HP
Notes: An abused
boy finds out he's a wizard and a hero; his tormented mind rebels. One person sees through the misconceptions to the real Harry and treats him the way he deserves. How does this change them both and those around them.
This chapter is dedicated to Suto-chan, my 100th reviewer. Hugs!
Chapter 49B- Port Keys, the Dark Lord and defying the odds…
Draco was frozen, Adder was afraid now. He could almost touch the place his lion was…
There was a lot of shouting…
Blaise turned; a magical creature had left the maze.
Hagrid and the Care of Magical Creatures professor were running towards it.
Blaise walked away from his flock towards the creature.
The adults tried to wave him off…
Blaise knelt beside the creature; it was a Nemean Lion and it looked exactly like Harry's Patronus.
'He left me behind, I was meant to serve him.'
'Who left you behind?'
'The lion. I am supposed to protect him. He is in grave danger.'
'You're supposed to protect Harry? You look just like his Patronus.'
'The threat is rising again.'
'I was afraid of that. Come with me. We'll find him.' Blaise led the fiery lion towards his friends, "Come on." He gestured for them to join him.
Hermione was worried about Viktor but if Mr. Snape was looking after him he'd be okay. Her place right now was hurrying to Harry's side but they needed Draco to make the link. She helped Draco down to where Blaise was.
Draco was still trying to strengthen the tenuous connection between him and Adder.
There was a flash of scarlet flames.
Benia arrived, "Dragon, your lion is a fool. He had a chance to prevent this but his choice put something terrible in motion."
"Can you help us?" Draco asked.
"I cannot interfere. You are with the Eagle's help to bring the flock to the lion. I can however bring this one. We have an enemy to face." The swan-sized crimson feather bird said politely.
The lion bowed, 'I was told I would meet you. It is an honor.'
"We must go. If we do not distract it then the future will be more dark." Benia buried her talons into the lion's flames and into its fur.
They disappeared.
"They'll watch out for him." Blaise said trying to calm his friend. Draco needed to focus…
Was it difficult because Draco wasn't meant to take them as soon as Harry disappeared? It shouldn't be so hard. His brother had been drawn out of his nursery as a toddler to Godric's Hollow; then when that terrible Muggle nearly killed Harry Draco was nearly dragged from their dining room to Surrey. Distance had never been a problem before…
XoooooX
The thing seemed almost helpless; it raised its thin arms, put them around Old Nott's neck, and Old Nott lifted it. As he did so, his hood fell back, and Harry saw the look of revulsion on Old Nott's weak, pale face in the firelight as he carried the creature to the rim of the cauldron. For one moment, Harry saw the evil, flat face illuminated in the sparks dancing on the surface of the potion. And then Old Nott lowered the creature into the cauldron; there was a hiss, and it vanished below the surface; Harry heard its frail body hit the bottom with a soft thud.
Let it drown, Harry thought desperately, please… let it drown…
Old Nott was speaking. His voice shook; he seemed beyond his wits. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and spoke to the night. "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!"
The surface of the grave at Harry's feet cracked. Horrified, Harry watched as a fine trickle of dust rose into the air at Old Nott's command and fell softly into the cauldron. This Tom Riddle was the Dark Lord's father?
The diamond surface of the water broke and hissed; it sent sparks in all directions and turned a vivid, poisonous-looking blue.
And now Old Nott was whimpering. He pulled a long, thin, shining silver dagger from inside his cloak. His voice broke into petrified sobs. "Flesh - of the servant - w-willingly given - you will - revive - your master." He stretched his right hand out in front of him - the hand with the missing finger. He gripped the dagger very tightly in his left hand and swung it upward.
Harry realized what Old Nott was about to do a second before it happened – he closed his eyes as tightly as he could, but he could not block the scream that pierced the night, that went through Harry as though he had been stabbed with the dagger too. He heard something fall to the ground, heard Old Nott's anguished panting, then a sickening splash, as something was dropped into the cauldron.
Harry couldn't stand to look… but the potion had turned a burning red; the light of it shone through Harry's closed eyelids. He really was in trouble, 'Draco! We're running out of time.'
Old Nott was gasping and moaning with agony. Not until Harry felt Old Nott's anguished breath on his face did he realize that Old Nott was right in front of him.
"B-blood of the enemy… forcibly taken… you will… resurrect your foe."
Harry could do nothing to prevent it; he was too petrified to remember he could summon his wand. He struggled hopelessly at the ropes without it…
He heard the surprised cry of the snake, "Master!"
But the Dark Lord was too involved with the ritual to care…
Harry saw the shining silver dagger shaking in Old Nott's remaining hand. He felt its point penetrate the crook of his right arm and blood seeping down the sleeve of his torn robes. Old Nott, still panting with pain, rumbled in his pocket for a glass vial and held it to Harry's cut, so that a dribble of blood fell into it.
He staggered back to the cauldron with Harry's blood. He poured it inside and the liquid within changed colour once more.
Harry was tied; he fell to the foot of it and lay there, crumpled up and crying. Where was Draco? What terrible evil had he allowed to happen by letting Old Nott capture him?
Voldemort turned his scarlet eyes upon Harry, laughing a high, cold, mirthless laugh. Emerging from the cauldron; with pale scale-like skin, red slit eyes and an oppressive evil aura.
Old Nott's robes were shining with blood now; he had wrapped the stump of his arm in them. "My Lord…" he choked, "my Lord… you promised… you did promise…"
"Hold out your arm," said Voldemort lazily.
"Oh Master… thank you, Master…"
He extended the bleeding stump, but Voldemort laughed again.
"The other arm, Old Nott."
"Master, please… please…"
Voldemort bent down and pulled out Old Nott's left arm; he forced the sleeve of Old Nott's robes up past his elbow, and Harry saw something upon the skin there, something like a vivid red tattoo - a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth - the image that had appeared in the sky at the Quidditch World Cup and the one that papa and Mr. Lucius had: the Dark Mark. Voldemort examined it carefully, ignoring Old Nott's uncontrollable groaning.
"It is back," he said softly, "they will all have noticed it… and now, we shall see… now we shall know…" He pressed his long white forefinger to the brand on Old Nott's arm.
Old Nott let out a fresh howl; Voldemort removed his fingers from Old Nott's mark, and Harry saw that it had turned jet black.
XoooooX
Harry's fear pulled Draco into his mind, the connection between them crackled and then tightened as if pulling two points together.
Blaise yelled, "Grab Draco! Hurry." Gripping Draco's robe tightly as if he was a portkey.
Hermione, Fred and George grabbed onto their friend.
They shared the same strange feeling of being tugged between two places.
Draco felt Adder begin to cry, he reached out to him grabbing on tight…
Charlie held Perseus and watched as his Blaise flickered in the darkness and then was gone.
Narcissa closed her eyes, 'please be okay.'
XoooooX
Severus' mark burned, he stiffened pausing in his treatment of Fleur. The Dark Lord, he was calling them.
Lucius was giving Cedric a once over, making sure he was all right. Being under the Imperious could leave traces but he wasn't as skilled at the mental arts as his son. He bit his lip to hold back the cry of alarm when his Mark burned.
Karkaroff started to shake…
XoooooX
Draco emerged not at Harry's side but at the largest concentration of his boyfriend's magic, the shield protecting Cedric. He entered the shield, looked around and saw the Hufflepuff boy shaking beneath the cloak. They needed to get him out of here…
Benia showed up, riding on the lion, "Creon and I dealt with the snake. It won't pose a danger to us for a while. Give me the boy I will get him to safety. Is he injured?"
Cedric stammered, "I broke my arm when I fell."
Draco brought down the shield slowly as he helped Cedric to his feet, "Take him back to Uncle Sev."
"Be careful dragon. The Dark Lord has returned more terrible then before. He doesn't remember what happened that night clearly. He thinks that the sacrifice of the Lion's mother is the reason he was fatally injured. He has taken the lion's blood hoping that it would make him safe from being burned."
Draco clenched his fist, "I should have been here sooner."
"Quiet. The danger is growing nearer. He has summoned them to him. Be careful."
Draco turned to the lion, "he said he was tied, can you burn the ropes without hurting him?"
The lion nodded, padding off on velvet paws to free his master.
Draco covered himself with the cloak, "Disillusion yourselves. Stay close. I wish George had stayed behind." The last thing he wanted to do was put their child in jeopardy…
"I'll worry about Georgie. You get Harry."
Draco crept closer to the Dark Lord, his servant Old Nott and Harry. He nonverbally summoned Harry's wand and knelt beside Adder. "Adder, it's me. You're not alone anymore.
XoooooX
Harry felt Draco arrive and he began to calm down…
He sensed a creature drawing near him and worried it was the snake.
'My name is Creon. You cast the stupefy jinx on me. I came because you have need of me. It is my duty to serve the Lion.'
Harry blinked the Nemean Lion? He was here? He felt the warmth of flames but they didn't burn him. Why?
'You are a lion, but you are the Nemean Lion. Just as the Dragon is no ordinary dragon, he is a Hebridean Black. Only you and your mate can see me. Thought the Veela can sense me.'
'Thank you Creon.'
Something was placed in his hand.
'Adder, I retrieved your wand. I'm here. Cedric is safe. Benia took his back to Uncle Sev.'
'He called them. He is summoning the Death Eaters.'
'I know Adder. Though I doubt my father or your papa will come.' Draco would be very angry if his father returned to the Dark Lord's ranks, since Harry would be his Bondmate in the near future Lucius couldn't even function as a spy.
A look of cruel satisfaction on his face, Voldemort straightened up, threw back his head, and stared around at the dark graveyard. "How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it?" he whispered, his gleaming red eyes fixed upon the stars. "And how many will be foolish enough to stay away?"
He began to pace up and down before Old Nott, Harry, Draco, and Harry's invisible friends, eyes sweeping the graveyard all the while. After a minute or so, he looked down at Harry again, a cruel smile twisting his snakelike face.
"You stand, Harry Potter, upon the remains of my late father," he hissed softly. "A Muggle and a fool very like your dear mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? Your mother died to defend you as a child and I killed my father, and see how useful he has proved himself, in death."
Harry glared at Voldemort, "My mother was a hero. She had the courage to see you for the monster you are!" he may not be proud of his birth father but he was proud of his mother. Lily Potter kept him alive long enough for Draco to save him dammit!
Voldemort laughed again, pacing up and down, looking all around him as he walked, "You see that house upon the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother, a witch who lived here in this village, fell in love with him. But he abandoned her when she told him what she was. He didn't like magic, my father, left her and returned to his Muggle parents before I was even born Potter. She died giving birth to me, leaving me to be raised in a Muggle orphanage but I vowed to find him. I extracted my revenge, that fool who gave me his name… Tom Riddle…"
"Why do I care? If he abandoned her then he didn't love her after all. Did she use a Love potion? If anyone used a love potion on me I would never forgive them." Harry growled. His wand clenched tightly in his hand, as it hid behind his back.
Still he paced, his red eyes darting from grave to grave, ignoring Harry's scathing words. "Listen to me, reliving family history…" he said quietly, "why, I am growing quite sentimental in my old age. But look, Harry, my true family returns."
The air was suddenly full of the swishing of cloaks. Between graves, behind the yew tree, in every shadowy space, wizards were Apparating. All of them were hooded and masked like the Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup. One by one they moved forward slowly, cautiously, as though they could hardly believe their eyes.
Voldemort stood in silence, waiting for them.
Then one of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled toward Voldemort and kissed the hem of his black robes.
"Master… Master" he murmured.
The Death Eaters behind him did the same; each of them approaching Voldemort on his knees and kissing his robes, before backing away and standing up, forming a silent circle, which enclosed Tom Riddle s grave, Harry, Voldemort, and the twitching heap that was Old Nott. Yet they left gaps in the circle, as though waiting for more people. Voldemort, however, did not seem to expect more. He looked around at the hooded faces, and though there was no wind rustling seemed to run around the circle, as though it had shivered.
Harry thought at Draco, 'We must be ready to act soon.'
'We know'.
"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said quietly. "Thirteen years, thirteen years since last we met. Yet you answer my call as though it were yesterday, we are still united under the Dark Mark, then! Or are we?" He put back his terrible face and sniffed, his slit-like nostrils widening. "I smell guilt," he said. "There is a stench of guilt amoung us."
A second shiver ran around the circle, as though each member of it longed, but did not dare to step back from him.
"I see you all, whole and healthy, with your powers intact and such prompt appearances! So I ask myself, why did this band of wizards never come to the aid of their master, to whom they swore eternal loyalty?"
No one spoke. No one moved except Old Not, who was upon the ground, cradling his bleeding arm.
"I fear I must answer myself," Voldemort whispered, "they must have believed me broken, they thought I was gone. They slipped back among my enemies, and they pleaded innocence, and ignorance, and bewitchment…
Draco grumbled silently, 'You should have been gone.' If it had been he destined to defeat the Dark Lord for good Voldemort would have died in that house thirteen years ago.
"And then I ask myself, but how could they have believed I would not rise again? They, who knew the steps I took, long ago, to guard myself against mortal death? They, who had seen proofs of the immensity of my power in the times when I was mightier than any wizard living? Perhaps they believed a still greater power could exist, one that could vanquish even Lord Voldemort. Perhaps they for a time paid allegiance to another. Perhaps that champion of commoners, of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"
"Dumbledore is in disgrace. He has been stripped of all he held dear and has gone into hiding." Harry snarled, "good riddance too. Nasty manipulative old coot."
At the mention of Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle stirred, and some muttered and shook their heads. A few seemed shocked that
Voldemort ignored them. "It is a disappointment to me, I confess myself disappointed. For I trusted you all."
One of the men suddenly flung himself forward, breaking the circle. Trembling from head to foot, he collapsed at Voldemort's feet.
"Master!" he shrieked, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us all!"
Voldemort began to laugh. He raised his wand. "Crucio!"
Harry winced, no one deserved such pain.
The Death Eater on the ground writhed and shrieked; Harry briefly considered that the sound must carry to the houses around the cemetery. He just hoped no one came because he didn't want to worry about protecting more people then could protect themselves.
Voldemort raised his wand. "Get up, Avery," said Voldemort softly. "Stand up. You ask for forgiveness? I do not forgive. I do not forget. Thirteen long years… I want thirteen years' repayment before I forgive you. Nott here has paid some of his debt already, have you not, Nott?"
The tortured Death Eater lay flat upon the ground, gasping.
"Yes my lord. I am sorry I did not come sooner. I was being watched. I was freed because my wife was dead and there was no one to raise my son. They believed that at my age I was no longer a threat. With your birth name forgotten few realized I had been one of your school companions. I raised my son in the old ways that he would follow you when you returned. Alas he has died, but I heard it was in our cause." Nott gasped, his face growing paler at the loss of blood.
"Yet you helped return me to my body," Voldemort said coolly, watching Old Nott sob on the ground. "Slow to return as you are, you helped me and Lord Voldemort rewards his helpers…" Voldemort raised his wand again and whirled it through the air. A streak of what looked like molten silver hung shining in the wand's wake. Momentarily shapeless, it writhed and then formed itself into a gleaming replica of a human hand, bright as moonlight, which soared downward and fixed itself upon Old Nott's bleeding wrist.
Old Nott's pained gasps stopped abruptly. His breathing harsh and ragged, he raised his head and stared in disbelief at the silver hand, now attached seamlessly to his arm, as though he were wearing a dazzling glove. He flexed the shining fingers, then, trembling, picked up a small twig on the ground and crushed it into powder. "My Lord," he whispered. "Master… it is beautiful… thank you… thank you…" He scrambled forward on his knees and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes.
"May your loyalty never waver again, Old Nott," said Voldemort.
"No, my Lord… never, my Lord…" Old Nott stood up and took his place in the circle, staring at his powerful new hand, his face now shining with tears of joy.
You claim to still follow me yet you ran from my Mark, when a faithful Death Eater sent it into the sky last summer?" said Voldemort lazily, "Yes, I know all about that, you have disappointed me. I expect more faithful service in the future." He glared at an open spot, "Lucius should stand here. But I heard he stood with the Ministry this summer, he stood in opposition to his former compatriots." Voldemort sneered, "I would have expected better until I hear how he avoided Azkaban, claiming that Bellatrix had him under the Imperious. Do not worry, he shall be punished for his betrayal."
Voldemort moved on, and stopped, staring at the next space - large enough for three people - that separated where Malfoy was supposed to be and the next man.
"The Lestranges should stand here," Voldemort said quietly. "But they are entombed in Azkaban. They were faithful. They went to Azkaban rather than renounce me, when Azkaban is broken open, the Lestranges will be honored beyond their dreams. The Dementors will join us… they are our natural allies… we will recall the banished giants… I shall have all my devoted servants returned to me, and an army of creatures whom all fear…" He walked on. Some of the Death Eaters he passed in silence, but he paused before others and spoke to them. "Macnair… destroying dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic now, Old Nott tells me? You shall have better victims than that soon, Macnair. Lord Voldemort will provide…"
"Thank you, Master… thank you," Macnair murmured.
Draco glared, 'I think not. Aunt Bella should stay exactly where she is.'
Harry was glad Mr. Lucius had not come. He worried how Draco would react if his father betrayed them.
"And here" - Voldemort moved on to the two largest hooded figures - "we have Crabbe… you will do better this time, will you not, Crabbe? And you, Goyle?"
They bowed clumsily, muttering dully.
"Yes, Master…"
"We will, Master…"
He had reached the largest gap of all, and he stood surveying it with his blank, red eyes, as though he could see people standing there. "And here we have six more missing Death Eaters… three dead in my service years ago. One, too cowardly to return… he will pay. One, who I believe has left me forever; he will be killed, of course. And one, who remains my most faithful servant, who already reentered my service and died in it."
The Death Eaters stirred, Draco and Harry saw their eyes dart sideways at one another through their masks.
"He is at Hogwarts, that faithful servant, and it was through his efforts that our young friend arrived here tonight…Yes," said Voldemort, a grin curling his lipless mouth as the eyes of the circle flashed in Harry's direction. "Harry Potter has kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go so far as to call him my guest of honor."
Harry stormed to his feet, "Guest of Honor indeed. I should have attacked Nott when I had the chance. I let him disarm me."
Crabbe asked, "Master, we crave to know… we beg you to tell us… how you have achieved this… this miracle… how you managed to return to us…"
"Ah, what a story it is, Crabbe," said Voldemort. "And it begins - and ends – with my young friend here." He walked lazily over to stand next to Harry, so that the eyes of the whole circle were upon the two of them.
"You know, of course, that they have called this boy my downfall?" Voldemort said softly, his red eyes upon Harry, "You all know that on the night I lost my powers and my body, I tried to kill him. His mother died in the attempt to save him – and unwittingly provided him with a protection I admit I had not foreseen… I could not touch the boy."
Voldemort raised one of his long white fingers and put it very close to Harry's cheek. "His mother left upon him the traces of her sacrifice… This is old magic, I should have remembered, and I was foolish to overlook it but no matter. I can touch him now."
Harry's wandless hand slapped his hand away, 'Flippendo.' He thought, grateful Draco and papa had drilled non-verbal casting into him.
Voldemort staggered back slightly, "Now that wasn't polite at all. If you wanted to duel you should have just asked. I would have thought that Dumbledore would have taught you better."
"That bastard taught me nothing other then he can't be trusted. I am not on any side but my own." Harry growled, Voldemort did not remember Draco's presence why?
Draco stayed beneath the cloak but was ready to toss it aside at any moment.
"I was trying to tell a story here but if you'd rather get on with it…here he is… the boy you all believed had been my downfall…" Voldemort moved slowly forward and turned to face Harry. He raised his wand. "Imperio."
Draco was comfortably in Harry's mind and together they forced the Dark Lord out.
"You! You dare defy me and resist my imperious curse?" Voldemort hissed in rage, "You will pay. "You will see how foolish it was to suppose that this boy could ever have been stronger than me," Voldemort continued his voice thick with hatred. "But I want there to be no mistake in anybody's mind. Harry Potter escaped me by a lucky chance. And I am now going to prove my power by killing him, here and now, in front of you all, when there is no Dumbledore to help him, and no mother to die for him. I will give him his chance. He will be allowed to fight, and you will be left in no doubt which of us is the stronger."
"Now!" Draco yelled, the cloak thrown to the place where he sensed Benia hiding with Creon.
Hermione, George, Fred and Blaise cancelled their Disillusion spells.
Instead of just Harry, he his five companions at his side.
"You have been taught how to duel Harry Potter?" Voldemort hissed softly, his red eyes glinting with hatred through the darkness.
"I was learning dueling in second year," Harry scoffed. "I will not bow. You are not worthy of such respect."
The Death Eaters hissed in anger at their master's treatment.
"You filthy little Half blood!" Macnair snapped.
Old Nott growled, "Malfoy! How could you turn you back on our ideals?"
"I was never foolish enough to throw in with you."
"A Mudblood and two blood traitors then, interesting choices Potter. Who are you Dark one?" Voldemort asked.
"Me?" Blaise asked, "I am a seer."
"You wear the colours of my house, why do you side with Potter."
"He has won my respect, something you could never do."
"Fine! We duel. I will suffer no interference!" Voldemort sneered. "Now you face me, like a man, I see you are straight-backed and proud, the way your father died. And now - we duel." Voldemort raised his wand,
Harry thought, 'Obscuro Reflecto.' A invisible shield covered them…
"Crucio." Voldemort yelled.
It rebounded.
The Dark Lord screamed in rage and pain, "That's impossible!" his eyes narrowed farther, "this happened before, my curse…it was rebounded. Malfoy! This is your doing. You defied me when I possessed Quirrell and we attempted to steal the Philosopher's stone. You taught him that spell. A shield that reflects Unforgivables."
"Actually your snakeship," Draco sneered, "it reflects any spell cast on it. Its reflected the Killing Curse, your nonverbal, wandless strangling hex as well as Obliviate and now it's reflected the Cruciatus. I never taught Harry this spell; I never learned it myself. It was something I always knew."
"Your Snakeship? You dare? You nasty little blood traitor. I will take great pride in informing your Aunt Bellatrix of your betrayal. So I can watch her punish you like she punished the Longbottoms, ahh her finest moment." Voldemort snarled.
"Better to be a blood traitor then a soulless monster who delights in the pain and suffering of others. I wonder if you are merely a pawn in Dumbledore's chess match. You wouldn't be the first Dark Lord he allowed to come into power so he could receive glory from defeating them." Draco smirked, "Don't worry, if you do succeed in freeing Bella I shall take great joy in erasing her from the Black Family Tree."
"This shield of yours isn't a fair move in a duel. Let us begin again." Voldemort said in a silken hiss.
"Why should we give up our advantage?" Harry asked, he thought at Draco, 'his wand and mine are brothers. What does that mean?'
'Wandlore states that if two brother wands meet and are forced to duel one another, there will be a battle of wills and the stronger wand will force the other to regurgitate its spells in a reverse order something called Priori Incantatem.'
'If I duel his properly and cast at the same time then his wand will refuse to battle mine?'
'Yes but yours will have to win the battle of wills.'
Harry smirked, 'I have a duel core, it makes my wands stronger.'
'do not be overly arrogant Adder. Remember this all happened because you allowed yourself to be captured.'
'I KNOW!' Harry focused on Voldemort, "very well, a proper duel then."
Voldemort was ready, as Harry shouted, "Expelliarmus!" Voldemort cried, "Avada Kedavra!"
A jet of green light issued from Voldemort's wand just as a jet of red light blasted from Harry's, the two jets of light met in midair.
Suddenly Harry's wand was vibrating as though an electric charge were surging through it; his hand seized up around it he would win this battle of wills because he knew what to expect. Soon a narrow beam of light connected the two wands, neither red nor green, but bright, deep gold. Harry, following the beam with his astonished gaze, saw that Voldemort's long white fingers too were gripping a wand that was shaking and vibrating.
Nothing could have prepared Harry for this, his feet lift from the ground.
He and Voldemort were both being raised into the air, their wands still connected by that thread of shimmering golden light. They glided away from the tombstone of Voldemort's father and then came to rest on a patch of ground that was clear and free of graves- near where the Triwizard Cup deposited himself and Cedric.
The Death Eaters were shouting; they were asking Voldemort for instructions; they were closing in, reforming the circle around Harry and Voldemort, some of them drawing their wands.
"I'll kill any who interfere!" Voldemort cried with a high cold voice.
The golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort splintered; though the wands remained connected, a thousand more beams arced high over Harry and Voldemort, crisscrossing all around them, until they were enclosed in a golden, dome-shaped web, a cage of light, beyond which the Death Eaters circled like jackals, their cries strangely muffled now…
"Do nothing!" Voldemort shrieked to the Death Eaters.
Harry saw his red eyes wide with astonishment at what was happening, saw him fighting to break the thread of light still connecting his wand with Harry's/ Harry held onto his wand more tightly, and the golden thread remained unbroken.
"Do nothing unless I command you!" Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters.
Then an unearthly and beautiful sound filled the air, it was coming from every thread of the light-spun web vibrating around Harry and Voldemort. It was a sound Harry recognized, phoenix song.
Draco tossed his wand at Harry, 'Adder, Catch.'
Harry smirked, catching the wand with his non-dominant hand out of reflex. He could feel Draco's wand vibrate with his own magic, 'Stupefy.'
The connection broke.
The golden cage flickered and melted away.
"Now!" Draco yelled as Voldemort began to fall, the Dark Lord was stunned temporarily. He slowed Harry down with the same spell Remus used when Adder fell from his broom and caught him.
"Impedimenta!" Blaise yelled.
"Flippendo!" Hermione shouted.
"Stupefy!" Fred smirked, keeping George behind him.
Death Eaters fell to their hexes.
Draco caught Harry, "Retreat. To the portkey."
They all ran to the golden cup.
"One. Two. Three."
Six hands grabbed for the cup.
They all heard Voldemort's scream of fury at the same moment that they felt the jerk behind their navel that meant the Portkey had worked - it was speeding them away in a whirl of wind and color. They were going back...
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