Chapter 33
'In the darkness of the dark night. The clutches of evil gleam In vain tries to sharpen it, The good is victorious and safe….'
"And what will benefit me, your little decision?" Voldemort raised a brow most amused.
"I played my role in this promised history, it was my sign and message, please understand, powers like mine, are not meant for mortals, I believe in your capacity of making a new world, without making wrong choices, don't be tempted with whispers of demons…"
"I feel like I'm in a preacher's presence, do not be fooled, your people have created this world system, making the wrong people in positions of power and whisking away every opportunity to our kind to be free! You slaved us by hiding us like cowards from muggles until they became powerful!" Voldemort snapped, "Look what they have turned into, have you seen their massacres in the name of peace! My methods may be cruel but it's for the sake of our society,little one."
Daphne stepped back in horrific, Voldemort's eyes blared crimson.
"You! Did this to us and pretend that it's our only resort!" He approached in fiory.
"Get away from him! He's mine" Harry walked into the cemetery, wand in his hand. Glaring at Daphne, furiously. His gaze focused then on Voldemort "Tom! Cherish the breath in your lungs it will be your last"
Harry raced toward them, heart pounding in his ears like a war drum. He knew what he had to do, but that didn't make it any easier.
It had nothing to do with his magical abilities, nothing to do with "dumb luck."
Now he knew. Now he knew what would have to be done, and thinking about it made it harder. He wanted to see Hermione and Ron, and tell them exactly what he was doing, and moreover, why he had to do it, but he thought if he saw them he would never be able to fight on. He would never be able to do what he knew he had to do.
And now his wife was there too! "Harry! Wait!" Daphne stood between them, defending Voldmort from Harry.
"Hahahah! I almost thought you were running away, Potter!" Voldemort taunted, it didn't escape Harry's mind, that Voldemort looked like Tom Riddle in the twenties.
"Lord Voldemort,please! We're not here for a battle!" She pleaded with him for some respect.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?"
"Harry calm down, please!" She held her hand to him, preventing him from attacking Voldemort.
"Stay out of my way!" He shouted at her.
Voldemort smirked, with the heat of challenge, Daphne could feel that. She retreated, " You're not in your conscious please retreat,"
"You can't annule a duel, love."
"Who said I'm fucking running, I'm standing right here you son of bitch!"
"Enough both of you!" She breathed, disturbed by Lord Voldemort, by shouting at onc, she felt a sudden ache in her heart "Don't do it, retreat," she whispered despite the pain to Harry, " Please my lion, I'm afraid of you from Voldemort and his terror,"
Harry scuffed, "If your godfather was in captivity, would you be silent?"
"Are you thinking about hiding behind her skirt, Potter!"
"He's just a kid! A fifteen year old kid! Are you actually gonna fight him! Have some morals!" Daphne was freaking out now. The enemy's limits of abilities were unknown to her, what is true about him or a rumour .
"Tut tut, even if he's a kid sweetheart. He can't avoid a challenge, destiny chose that for him, even I, can't avoid it, "
The blonde stopped midway and turned confused to the dark wizard, "What is that supposed to mean?" Daphne's brows furrowed, puzzled.
"You thought it was about you? Hahaha, well part of, and you believed that your sweet wicked words are gonna change my mind about this duel, you're the most mistaken little princess, Look around you! For Salazar's sake! This duel was a long lived prophecy to became true!"
Daphne's eyes widened and turned to Harry, who stared in anguish, "I only found out Today, He and I are destined to kill each other–" Harry's voice seemed distant and cold, but his wife heard pain instead, shaking her head in denial,
"–The other can't survive while the other lives," Voldemort finished. "I liked your arrogance and wickedness though… your desire to keep him safe, most appreciated, yet when it comes to prophecy. You can't interfere."
"Got the prophecy, of course." Harry commented.
"I got into Hogwarts; you think I can't worm my way into the ministry departments?"
"Good distraction was all that you needed." Harry noted.
Voldemort burst into his maniac laughter, clapping, flattered.
"There must be sacrifices and Mr Weasley's will be remembered, my snake loved his flesh, it tasted good she said," Voldemort lift his wand to his mouth again and said softly, "Just like that."
Daphne bit her lower lip, feeling a rush of feelings, in a world of magic and myths, prophecies are meant to be sacred, shakily, "I won't be able to interfere," she uttered, scuffing mostly to herself. What in the world was she hearing right now, fate was playing tricks on her, again. Taking a deep breath, turning to face Voldemort back with murderous eyes, "fate has decided this duel, not me… Because you took from the apparent and left the hidden.
You spoke that I'm wicked and arrogant and forgot the most important trait in me, poisonous…" her blood veins, darkened under her skin, and her voice hissed, someone could feel venom raining and it's drops on the ears of the listeners.
"–And whoever tramples me on the edge, I trample on its neck. Beware of me, and before you think about hurting me, think about my responses.".
'kill him! Kill him, and eat his flesh!' Lilith hissed. Daphne gave a soft tittle, defeated buy law of nature and divine fate, "And as mother of magic, I'm not in position to tempt the fates, they decided this… then it's settled,"
Voldemort blinked slowly, "I, Salazar's heir and only who shall guide this world to salvation, will do all that it takes to take away what you desire most, I shall give you the real justice!" Voldemort raised his wand.
"I, Harry James Potter, ready to take the responsibility of the salvation," Harry could feel the rise of power in Voldemort's, his dark magic was increasing around them, inviting death.
Daphne pursed her lips tightly, dropping her hand, She glanced at Voldemort, her heart gave a tight squeeze, giving him a nod. Voldemort's stare was deadly but nodded back.
"– I will be the witness of the Dark Lord's Duel," Cyrus Greengrass said, appearing in the graveyard, bowing to his lord.
Daphne had a troublesome idea if she should talk to him or not, after all this many literally took care of her for eight long years, but the words refused to come out.
"—My condolences, Mr Greengrass…" Harry said, as he parted away, Daphne followed him until he was in the perfect spot for duelling.
"You can't lose, If I lose you too, I—"
Harry raised his hand to stop her, "let's hope that it won't go that way," He patted her head, insuring her.
Daphne kept her mind full of hope and prayers, 'Please God! Don't test me with my husband, I cannot bear losing him,'
Harry was charged to duel Voldemort. He was waiting for this day since that night… to avenge all his beloved's deaths, he learned hexes and jinxes and countless spells, he spent white nights in his room reading the Black family's book and his family's grimoire.
'our land is going to the abyss…' 'do not hurt us…' 'hate and void…' 'O death hear us…' The whispers said. Harry shook his head to ignore them. His heart was thumping rather heavily in uneasy anticipation of the upcoming confrontation and his left leg was ticking nervously.
"You came, Potter," Voldemort spoke up from the entrance of the room. "Here I thought that you'd be too scared to come."
"Sorry to disappoint you," Harry challenged back. "I see you got your nose back, congratulations,"
Voldemort laughed maniacally, "And all thanks to a certain lovely titania," he glanced over Harry's shoulder, then shrugged his arms, "Someone said that every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned villain." Voldemort grinned, "You need me, or you're nothing. You will have no tale. we're just alike, you and I – except you're a kid." He shakes his head in disappointment. "And you think with all that nonsense of a good side and hero complex,"
Harry took a break before he finally talked, "So how're you going to do it ?" Harry asked. "We keep fighting till one of us drops dead," Harry's hands clenched.
"Oh, that's the problem – I saw your tactics in Iraq, brilliant, not only you got the fruit of Eden or was it the devil's fruit I can no longer keep the difference but…" Voldemort let out an irritating sigh, "I did tell you …" he sing-song but still softly "... but did you listen?."
"I dunno… now is my term to discuss with you, release my Godfather Tom…"
Voldemort pointed his finger at him," Oh, that's clever; that's very clever; awfully clever." He chuckled in an upper class tone. Harry smiled humorlessly.
"Speaking of clever, have you told your little friends yet?"
"Told them what?"
" Why you left…"
"Did you tell yours about," Harry gestured to Voldemort's face.
"No; I want you to prove that to the world I'm back and my dear I come back hard,"
"You didn't take anything because you don't need to…"
"Good," Voldemort scuffed again.
And Harry's eyes widened," You'll never needed to take anything,"
" Very good. Because …?"
"Because nothing ... nothing in the Book of magic, the high castle or Hogwarts could possibly match your values and goals,"
"Dear, I can open any door anywhere with a few wards and curses. No such thing as the first grimoire now – they're all mine. No such thing as secrecy – I own secrecy. I could blow up Ministry in one order. In a world of Muggles, the man with the key is king; and honey, you should see me on the throne," He smiled in delight at Harry.
"You were advertising all the way through the trial, the gargoyle battle. You were showing the world what you can do."
"Suddenly, I'm the underworld king."
"You're a real Psycho, you desire something, you get it, why Sirius? If you want to kill me, you can right away,"
"This is no longer concerns me,"
"It concerns both of us!" Harry snapped, "A street fight game, is that what you desire…"
" More interesting don't you think?"
Voldemort stepped forward and spoke softly, "This is the part where a villain talks about his brilliant plan to conquer the world, I want the final problem – our problem, thirteen years of waiting…."
Voldemort stepped up to face Harry. "Let's take positions," he said.
Harry and Voldemort took their spot in the middle of the graveyard. Daphne stood a few feet left behind Harry, just as Cyrus took his position on the right side behind Voldemort.
"Wands at the ready, Potter," said Voldemort, taking his stance face-to-face with Harry and brought out his wand with an elegant gesture and held it in front of his face, perpendicular to the ground, in a manner that suggested that Voldemort was not holding a wooden stick but a sword in his hand.
Harry, mimicked his action.
Voldemort gave a derisive laughter. "Excellent! Excellent!"
Harry remained quiet, he'd show him soon enough, when he would curse him thoroughly.
Narcissa was just about finishing her lotus bath, trying to remove the memories of the previous disgusting act she walked into.
Her sister drove her to the edge, no respect for House Black's values… Even though he was the dark lord, she was a newly widowed…
When a great explosion shook the grounds of the manor and Narcissa flew out of the bath in panic, they were under attack.
Running to her bedroom, she saw her sister's figure standing by the window, glancing in amusement. Hurrying to her side, she saw a fierce battle outside the door, her husband and the rest of his companion battling with… Aurors?
"You have always been the favourite, To mum, dad, everyone, so beautiful, so perfect, so pure, even Andy was jealous," Bella complained.
Narcissa gulped, wrapped her bathrobe tightly around her,"Bella! This is- what are you talking about! We are under attack now!"
"You all kept sending me the glares of disgust, I was shaming you all, by my actions … behaviours … I dishonoured my marriage and house," she chuckled, swimming in nostalgie, "I found in him solitude, I don't expect his love but he respects me in his own way, he does. He will guide us to salvation."
"Please, you are scaring me now,Bella! What are you after ?" Narcissa's frown turned to rage, ``If you harm the family, I will never forgive you!"
Bellatrix giggled, and turned her gaze to her younger sister, "Are you sure, all your life?" Bellatrix caressed Narcissa's chin with a soft smile. Panic, fear and confusion mingled together in Narcissa's mind.
And what even deepened was Bellatrix's kisse on her sister's forehead, a deep kiss then squeezed her shoulders,
"Leave this place at once, Mrs Malfoy, leave and don't look back. A huge and massive storm will hit this house," Bellatrix warned Narcissa and walked to leave the room.
All of the members of the Order of the Phoenix were there, led by Mad eye. Beside him stood Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks, the two members of the Order Remus stood still for Sirius! This would be for Sirius, for Sirius and for Harry's parents, but everyone had a reason to hate Voldemort… however as they stood facing the door of the Malfoy manor
They received information that the Death Eaters were having Sirius captive here, and were planning something big, so the Order had to strike first. Gripping their wands tightly in the hand, Tonks glanced at Remus, some part of her wishing that she were gripping his hand instead.
It would only be a matter of time though before the Death Eaters realized they were there, but hopefully they'd get to them before they dispersed and attacked back themselves. The whole purpose was fight and gets Sirius back,
And at the signal of Mad eye. They attacked at same time
They countered it quickly, facing the death eater, that sniveling rat, Peter Pettigrew ran away, a flash of light filled the gardens. Something was happening
A burst forth from Harry's wand was enough to make every single hair on his body stand on end. The noise was truly cacophonous in the enclosed space, but Harry watched the magic stoically as it raced the length of the graveyard.
Voldemort could not simply dodge it; he had to shield against it. With a cutting motion, a wedge-shaped silver shield of magic surrounded his form as the spell roared into him.
The spell was split in two and veered off in two directions, blowing huge chunks out of, and cracking, the solid concrete walls where they impacted. Voldemort was thrown off his feet into the floor, but otherwise appeared unharmed.
Voldemort smiled grimly to himself. This was about to get very interesting.
Harry walked slowly toward him Voldemort stood, glaring furiously at Harry.
"You'll regret that, boy," the Dark Lord growled, jumping up and raising his wand in one fluid motion.
The sickly green of the Killing Curse rushed toward Harry, who rolled out of the way and came up firing. He wasn't using words anymore—just pushing his magic from the tip of his wand, one supercharged bolt of energy after another. Voldemort dodged the first few bright red masses of chaotic power; when they impacted the walls and headstones, they left sizzling craters.
Voldemort countered with more Killing Curses, finally forcing Harry to do more than dodge; he conjured a metal shield, blocking one that he knew he wouldn't be able to dodge; the intense vibrations as a result of the death magic hitting it hurt his arm like a bitch, however.
Suddenly, as Harry raised his wand to counter once again, Voldemort provoked, "Sirius told me that you grew stronger, poor man,"
Harry heard him and he's hand hesitated to cast a spell, he shook his head, no times to fall in such a trap, Not wasting an opportunity, Harry cast another shockingly power spell:
"IGNIS!" he cried, shielding his face from the blinding heat of the sphere of white fire that erupted from his wand. He could hardly look at it because it was almost as the bright as the sun.
Voldemort's red eyes widened as he saw the new spell racing toward him, its hungry white flames licking at the air all around it. The Dark Lord abandoned all pretenses at that point and dove straight flame spell flew over the graveyard and exploded against the far stones.
"Come out, come out, weedle guurl, come to play with aunty", Bella's sing-song voice resonated in the silence of the night as she stepped in the centre of the garden.
"Now, no-" but her next words were cut short as the stone, rocks, and debris on the ground began attacking her from all sides. Tonks had heard enough, and instigated by the Death Eater's words, she'd begun her attack in a flurry of cold, cold, rage.
The twigs snapped and broke against Bella's body, stones bruised her and made her bleed, as Tonks activated the transfiguration spell she'd carried out on the clearing. Suddenly, Bellatrix started cackling and laughing manically despite all the pain, and in one swift draw, pulled her wand and shot an entrail-expelling curse towards Tonks, who barely managed to duck behind the massive tree trunk. Sadly for her, the force of the spell was enough to rend the tree in two, expelling splinters of wood in all directions.
Tonks ran beyond the trunk, barely avoiding it, and her spellchain deflected most of the wood chips coming at her. She continued to conduct the mini hurricane as she ran, not giving Bellatrix a moment to breath.
Despite her relentless attack which would have easily overpowered lesser witches, Bellatrix seemed to revel in the chaos of the fight. She laughed harder with every hit, the pain just spurring her on.
Mocking, cruel laughter. Cackles of madness as the insane witch laughed at her niece's every attempt, now blithely ignoring the debris and easily shielding that which could seriously harm her.
"Is that all you can do? Even Andy would laugh at your weakness," cackled Bellatrix.
That was the wrong thing to say. Mention of her parents, Tonks attacked. She attacked without abandon, channelling all her fury and rage through her spells. Her fear turned to anger and hatred, and a coldness spread through her, a coldness which only wanted to cause harm to the person before her. It was a madness which gripped her, the battle-drums ringing loud and clear in her ears. But her fury didn't last as Greyback came out of nowhere attacking her, she apparated instantly away. Tonks hid breathlessly behind a tree while Greyback and Bellatrix kept their hunt on her,
You're such a bloody fool, Tonks! Her inner voice pitched discordant against the screaming stitch in her side and the searing ache in her abdominal muscles and thighs as she raced.
Stupid, stupid fool! Keep the faith, Tonks, hold yourself together!
From nowhere, a matted mass of fur-like hair streaked past Tonks' peripheral. Remus appeared and shoved her, quite hard, onto the ground and out the way of the leaping form that could only be Fenrir Greyback in his human form, he tackled Remus to the ground.
The surprise on her face at seeing him suddenly here, beside her, aiding her, was etched with gratitude.
Greyback lunging at Remus' throat, pointed teeth bared. But Tonks was mesmerised by the claw-like nails of one of Greyback's hands pinning Remus' wand arm to the floor, while the other closed around his neck, from which gurgling, choking sounds emanated.
Pushing herself painfully off the ground, Tonks aimed her wand at Greyback's face.
"Stupefy!" she shouted, following with a Relashio for an extra round of stinging sparks that made Greyback yelp as he launched off Remus.
Despite the fury that had fuelled Tonks' Stunner, Greyback was back on his feet before Remus could draw more than one raw gasp for air, leering at Tonks.
"Pretty bitch you've got there, Lupin. Feisty, too - just how I like 'em. Care to share with a fellow-"
Remus had whipped his wand at Greyback and flung him a full twenty feet off the way,
"Such sweet Gryffindor chivalry," Bellatrix crooned mockingly.
Shoulder to shoulder with Remus, Tonks felt strength surge from him into her, giving her a steady hand to fire back at Bellatrix as he shielded them. Bellatrix was an expert duellist, a formidable opponent, to be sure. Tonks couldn't deny relief not to face her alone again. She would be brought down, at last. This family feud would be brought to an end.
Lucius showed up and stupefied Remus away, and before Tonks could turn her focus to him. He turned his focus to her.
A green light struck the area."Avada Kedavra!" Bellatrix growled just before Tonks gets to attack.
"No!" Remus whirled around, once again throwing his body into Tonks' to shield her. Her instinct was the same as Remus'.
Flailing for balance at the force of his shove, Tonks caught Remus' forearms. Their opposing momentum kept them rooted in place, holding each other.
Harry Potter was in a bit of a pickle. They had been dueling in the graveyard for some time and the surrounding terrain was already starting to dissolve. Between that and the combination of the large cracks in the horizon line, the evidence of an unstable reality was all there.
Each hit Voldemort received seemed to be feeding him instead of weakening him. His smirk did not drop, he was enjoying it, like he was playing with a pet.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort cried.
"Expillarmus!"
The two spells collided. The resulting magical explosion was enough to tear the already unstable reality to shreds. A gold field of magical energy surrounded them, and they both stared angrily at each other, refusing to back down.
Until Voldemort decided to throw his hidden trick. Harry's his scar burned worse than ever, and for a few seconds he looked forward, not upon the dark-lord, but on another man. Harry saw pictures of tortured Sirius, dangled from the ceil, Bellatrix on a side taking rounds of cutting his skin to words…'blood traior' was written over his chest.
Harry trembled at the image and lost his focus. The meeting point of the spells had moved too much, and the field of energy was rapidly shrinking. Harry tried to gain back his strength but it didn't help to win back the lost distance.
At this point, Avada's green light was inches from him,he needed to think of something!
Harry thought of a shield instantly and at that second. But things were out of control for some reason, his powers, his legs were giving up, and the green light was getting closer.
Harry lost any sense of the next coming moments. A white object come in front of him, coming between him and the curse.
It was…
Hedwig!
The owl screeched and fell to the floor next to him.
"No—NOO!" The owl lay motionless and pathetic as a toy.
"Oh, did I forget to tell you? That man…" Voldemort said, bored. " He's dead."
Harry could feel his magic changing and growing, the merging wad basically his turning into a mutant type, slowly his body beganto heat up, the merging of the energy within his body increased and the heat slowly hurt but surprisingly not an unpleasant sensation,doing his best through his pooled tears to look at Daphne. With every pulse of magic he could feel escaping his body, he longed to murder Voldemort. His wounds were getting worse. He could not take it in in, and his terror. He raised his wand and just through the forbidden curse. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Time stood still for a fraction of a second.
She glimpsed Remus' face, in his fiercely protective expression. Tears welled in her own as blurred green light exploded. Then...nothing.
And then...
There wasn't supposed to be an and then.
She and Remus remained as they had been, clasping each other's arms in their vain attempt at protecting each other from the Killing Curses.
Nothing happened.
Tonks glanced down at herself and revealed that everything seemed to be intact.
They were not dead, then who was?
She turned around to see Lucius Malfoy dropping in front of them dead,
What! Why? Who fired on who? Tonks couldn't understand, she remembered clearly the curse coming out of Bellatrix's lips, then why was Lucius Malfoy the one dead and not her.
Something was wrong,
Tonks turned her head and discovered, Releasing Remus' arms to point her wand at Bellatrix who seemed not to pay her any attention. He was thinking the same.
Silence hung heavy in the air, like a shimmering mist. For a moment, everyone was still stunned. Remus breathed deeply. Even Greyback stood still, afraid to gets on nerves on the psychopath witch.
"He dared to take my prey, filthy of our blood," Bellatrix stepped on Lucius's face.
Lucius Malfoy was a wily, unscrupulous, manipulative and, if the truth be told, a truly evil wizard. He was also a coward and kept minions to do his dirty work for him so he liked to think of himself as untouchable. It helped that he had tons of money, was the Lord of an important family and had friends in high places. He prided himself on being able to escape being caught for the many unethical things he did and so far he had – until the Dark Lord fell.
He had joined the ranks of Death Eaters because he saw it as a way to acquire further power. Lord Voldemort had charisma, was probably the most powerful wizard ever to be born in Britain (Dumbledore be damned) and was an old school friend of his father, the mighty Abraxas Malfoy, who had conveniently died of dragon pox leaving his son Lord Malfoy and in full control of their vast wealth and power.
But Lucius Malfoy was a traitor, he betrayed the dark lord in the most crisis time, his lord needed by his side.
And to that, an order come to Bellatrix to use this attack as a cover to execute the lord of Malfoy house.
Bellatrix calmed and lowered her wand in instance and glared toward the huge mansion, silently.
"Watch… and listen," Bellatrix ordered them, without turning her focus to them.
"Hear my master's lament to you…" she spoke,softly. And disappeared in the air. Followed by Greyback in seconds.
In an instant a deathly silence fell over the air, even the birds no longer making a sound.
It was too much for Remus. Something, something dangerous was going on, he was convinced. Bellatrix's words terrified him, The only thing that had to be done now was to sent a patronus to all the members to retreat, before the catastrophe caused by Voldemort and his Death Eaters occurred.
He took Tonks from hand and apparated away into a hill near the manor.
Remus barely had time to understand what had happened when a deafening roar was heard.
And all that Remus and Tonks saw was green, green everywhere, the color of the killing curse and Slytherin house, with a sound like lightning.
The manor exploded with a dull blast. Everything was swept away by a wild fire.
Bellatrix gazed at the scene with a satisfied look on her face. She hadn't died. She had won. But they'd lost, and she'd made sure they understood that. She had brought down upon them by the order of her master an almost divine punishment. His hell, the hell they had unleashed, the hell they had unleashed had consumed and swallowed up they had built.
Her master's wish to punish his stupid followers and kill Dumbledore's men, two birds with one stone.
Down in the dungeon, Sirius was still dangling, blood hadn't dried yet, his almost lifeless eyes were counting the drops. They said despair is a trick of the devil, and Sirius was in the between.
There was a sound of movement close to him, then Sirius saw a shadow moving closer.
The moment anyone entered the room and saw, he heard someone descending the steps outside the door, they backed against the wall on either side of it. The door flew open.
Sirius saw Wormtail gazed into the empty cellar, Wormtail's wand emitted sparks; his silver hand attracted Sirius's attention.
Sirius saw the ratlike man's small watery eyes full of fear and hesitation, Wormtail, the man he befriended years ago, was freeing him.
"I,I…" Wormtail was trembling before motionless body; once the first arm was free, it launched itself on Wormtail's neck.
"Si– Sirius, I wanna... he... lp you, the place is crumbling!" Wormtail tried to break free but it was a meaningless effort, the wand dropped on the floor. And the stones were shaking around them.
The silver hand tried to tear off Sirius's arm and break it but Sirius's eyes flashed red in Wormtail.
Years and years of waiting to take his revenge from the coward, traitorous rat.
His fingers tightened around the neck, vains darkened under the flesh as he pulled up, with all his strength Wormtail up. Pettigrew was turning blue, his eyes rolled upward in his purple face; he gave a last twitch, and was still.
When Sirius heard a cracking on the neck. He refused to let go of the rat, he was fighting despair and illusions. He wanted to be satisfied as he killed the traitor.
Moments later as the silver arm dropped from Sirius, he dropped Pettigrew to the floor,
He looked up and let out a sigh of relief, he saw green light fill the dungeons, and the stones fell, while he was relieved at last. Sirius welcomed death as an old dear friend, he was ready to see his friends again.
Voldemort shielded himself, "Yes! This is it!" He exclaimed, manically. Harry kept sending the green curse at Voldemort, "That's the look I desired to see! You need to mean it! Perfecto!"
The magical pulse was much more powerful. It immediately shattered every single one of the headstones. Rather than eldritch bolts of magical fire, this pulse manifested as a physical shockwave that emanated from Harry's body, radiating outward in three dimensions in a sphere, traveling through walls and floors on its way. Voldemort was thrown off his feet again, though he was unharmed.
Harry saw Hedwig on the ground, she was dead; She'd died, his first companion in this world, in this life, died. He screamed in rage, his owl, his first real birthday present. His first real friend. The owl that opened up a whole new world to him. Was gone too!
Daphne's worries were raising, she know the look, she knew the feeling, the aura, the magic she felt was unbearable for her to endure, her heart started bumping hard between her lungs.
'He will kill him if he doesn't kill himself first,' Lilith sneered in Daphne's mind. Shaking off the demoness away,
The pulse had completely faded, which it did just as it reached street level, another blew forth from Harry's beleaguered magical core, which was fueled by the strongest and most desperate emotions he had ever known.
Voldemort threw a chaining spell at Harry, the latter wasn't fast enough to dodge it.
This was the wizard that had driven away over one hundred Dementors with a single Patronus when he was thirteen; most magical people could not even cast a corporeal Patronus, and those who could would be hard pressed to defend themselves against more than two Dementors. This was the wizard that had forced Voldemort's wand to submit in the graveyard at the end of the previous year, something he could have only done if he had more raw magical potential than the Dark Lord.
This was the wizard that had lit his wand in magicless land in time of need and fought gargoyles, something which was supposed to be impossible based on the laws of magic, he slaughtered a thousand years old dragon, Harry did it.
Daphne watched as the tied up Harry began struggling to break out of the chaining spell, but didn't even make a dent before after a few more minutes, Harry's magic rose.
'God of heaven and earth, most merciful on us all, save him!' she prayed.
Two seconds later Daphne felt another shift in his magic as a large burst of white and red light exploded from Harry, she gaped. Harry got his awakening.
however to her astonishment all of the spell that was holding him shattered. Standing before him was Harry with three quarters of his face in blood, and his left arm was completely burned along with a hole in the shoulder.
Voldemort was also stunned by the amount of magic that was being emitted considering that he had been completely drained beforehand.
There was much more to Harry than she knew, and there was one thing that she hated and that was not knowing the answer to something.
She had a powerfully berserk Harry after them.
Harry charged towards Voldemort with high speed, he dodged all of the attacks effortlessly. As Voldemort swung a cutting spell into Harry's chest,
While Harry hit the right shoulder deeply. Voldemort who just looked on ,and Harry felt Voldemort's fury, the horror of his own duel, before pointing his wand at the incoming wave, Voldemort muttered something under his lips.
A crimson hexagonal-shaped barrier appeared in front of Voldemort blocking him from the impact of Harry's attack as it tried to overpower his shield; Then a small crimson bullets shot from the shield and ripped apart Harry. only to see. A crack formed in the shield much to Voldemort's shock before he was forced to apparate away releasing the shield.
"Unbelievable…" Sam stuttered, who apparated next to Cyrus, few minutes after the start of duel, to watch it," I never saw the awakening before,"
Daphne ignored his comments, she didn't even notice the blood dropping from her clenched hands, nails digging through the skin of her palms, drops of blood falling down. Those two fought like mirror twins, they had the same thoughts, acts and reactions.
Was that Harry's true magical power?It was quite frankly off the known scale, and it was finally being unleashed from his expanding magical core as the pulses increased in frequency and potency. If Daphne and the others were weak people they would have been knocked to the floor. But for his first time , his body won't handle the magic.
Many died from the sudden exploded magic, those who couldn't handle the awakening of magic in them.
"The awakening differ from wizard to another, some has body changing, some ends mingling with one element that the rest of the fives," Daphne told Sam.
In her condition, in the moment of her awakening, she mingled with fire element, that's why she never tried to control the other four, true by nature, she could use it but not like her fire magic.
Wth the awakening, wands is no longer needed to be used.
The magic of those two was burning her in return, it was too much for her condition to handle, The fear and terror took in her heart. And her brother's duel flashed in the witch's mind, her brother died in a duel…
Harry will die too!
If Harry used his magic awakening recklessly, without precautions, he will lose his strength ten times he gained, that's the price of the awakening.
Daphne frowned; 'it's about to happen again' Lilith said.
"Harry needs to stop," Harry and Voldemort's souls were glowing in the same aura at the moment, Harry's pure soul was turning to the same state of Voldemort's.
Meanwhile as Harry kept attacking, every muscle in his body felt like tearing off him like or cords tearing up.
'He has many souls in him, that Voldemort, you feel that too?'' Lilith said.
Daphne focused on Lilith's words, souls? Voldmort's was… Daphne searched for signs of the demoness' words and felt but six! Six souls, Swallowing their surroundings. it couldn't be!
'What's that supposed to mean?' Daphne asked Lilith.
'thats up to what he did,' Lilith replied.
"This needs to stop," she murmured, moving forward. Unconsciously.
Voldemort used a loophole and blasted Harry with an energy blast, then ensnares him with his robes.
"Stop…" she uttered.
Voldemort send a Crucio to Harry. "No!" Daphne shouted.
Voldemort loved the sound of begging coming of that arrogant princess, so he attacked again, knocking Harry off.
Taking a deep breath, Harry used spells of fire, freeing himself from the vines. Harry resisted the pain in his body.
Harry trapped in a fissure, about to be killed but he rises from it via an air spout, ready to fight. Harry attacked with an air blast and Voldemort retaliated with a water one. The fight continued and it was brutal and harsh.
Then, the strangest thing happens. Nagini emerged from the mirage, reaching down Harry. Harry avoided her sharp fangs. Unnoticing the robe around his legs, dragging him down on his back.
Harry felt Nagini wrapping herself around him, "Now the years of darkness begin!" the dark lord announced. Harry felt Strikes like lashes sting his skin from Voldmort's attacks.
He felt something in his body burning and dragged out of him, he didn't understand as if his soul was leaving him to go to Voldemort.
Each hit from Voldemort was killing him. While Nagini kept him trapped.
Is that how they killed Arthur?
"It's over."
"STOP!" Daphne shouted running forward. But Cyrus and Sam came in front of her and prevented her from approaching.
"I'm afraid we cannot, my lady." Sam shook his head.
"You see, Mr Potter challenged the dark lord into a formal duel. We cannot interfere, according to the law of magic, this duel is legal…" Cyrus added.
As a person she knows the wizarding duel rules, she must remain still, she could watch as Harry was going to end his life, he was reaching his limit. She didn't need super powers to know that Harry's body can't handle that magic.
Every strike he got, she felt it on her too.
Harry's veins were popping up on his skin and the adrenaline rushed. His skin was turning purple from the many bruises.
She shook her head, unbearably. She could not endure another death, this was too much,
"Voldemort STOP IT! HARRY IS JUST A BOY! CALL IT OFF!"
Kreacher was glancing at Grimmauld place with agony, the house that once was full of life was now full of death and sorrow.
The most ancient and honourable house Black has fell, holding a candle and wondering around, he glanced at the names on the tapestry room and cried, Master Regulus's vow will remain with him to end of his life, he flicked his fingers and the room raised in flames, burning the thousands years name of the dynasty that should been royals.
He cried and mourned as he sat next to his mistress's portrait, sobbing in silence.
Wallburga's curtains opened and she didn't scream, she just sat still, listening to her old elf's sobs.
What a poetic end...
Harry snapped and used a stupify with cutting charm against Nagini and Voldemort, ending it with Bombarda Maxima.
In the other side Voldemort's raised again, he continued, Harry watched as first the wounds of Voldemort stopped bleeding; then the edges began to knit together slowly; the muscle and gristle beneath the skin repaired itself as well,
Harry could hardly believe his eyes. Harry was tired. Voldemort burst into a maniac laughter, enjoying.
Harry shook his head, he was a psycho.
"HARRY! VOLDEMORT STOP IT!"
Harry drew his wand and looked up, between his hard breathing. He could feel his body burning and Daphne's desperate calls did nothing to him.
"You are ready to go that far for what… Godfather?" Voldemort tutted. A Crucio hit Harry as Voldmort kept sending curses. Harry was losing his focus.
"Do you feel lucky, loved and protected?" Voldemort taunted Harry, unaware of the death happening all around them.
Lord Voldemort smiled. "Your parents are dead. Your friend is dead. Your Godfather is dead even though your owl didn't survive. Why don't you think I can defeat you?"
Harry tried to stand up but Voldemort sent a Crucio at him. He then threw a charm of black robe to wrap around Harry's neck. Harry hanged limp, and Voldemort assumed that Harry was unconscious.
Voldemort thought to himself, that he would torture him a little longer. He threw a limp Harry against his father's grave. Nostalgie and it brings back memories of summer alive again.
Harry crushed through.
Voldemort was very certain that he wouldn't lose to Harry, he was sure about it.
Voldemort moved to deal the blow that was sure to kill Harry. It was like the time flew so slow, everything moved in slow motion, and in that second where everything became slow,
A pain-filled scream echoed in the air. Daphne tried to use her powers what failed to help Harry, she choked blood out, if Sam and Cyrus didn't hold her up. She was still weak, fuck her body, in time of need, she was never helpful.
Her breathing was hardening and her heart was racing. "ENOUGH!" She cried out. She can't bear losing Harry too. Harry was tired. He couldn't even lift his fingers. Voldemort glanced at her, bored and coldly.
"I don't know your story, but whatever your hatred of our world is, Don't let destiny fool you, don't throw it on Harry! Take it on me! I was the one who manipulated Harry to do my work in Iraq, I was the one who belittled you and not him!" She tried to reason with Voldemort. Struggling against the hold of Sam and Cyrus. Her eyes flicked from Nagini to Harry to Voldemort in rapid sequence, her thoughts now shedding their paralysis, racing through her head, making connection after connection. Harry's scar. The headaches, the connection, the visions. Think Daphne! Think!
Let's kill the snake!
Voldemort had killed his parents…, without the usual horde of sycophants… had murdered his parents in cold blood… had been ready to create another….
Her eyes darkened and took a deep breath, focus on the breathing Daphne!
And as she was about to strike, Harry began to stand up, his wand was in the ground, he leaned his hand on the stone for support, his last resort.
They also saw him breathing heavily, as he shakily stood up. He took his wand out of the ground and assumed a battle stance. But he drops to one knee, too weak to stand up for more than a few seconds.
Daphne chanted at least a spell to heal him but he pointed at her that look, even in these times, Harry doesn't want her to rely on her.
Voldemort was watching their interaction with curiosity. Why was she so desperate for this weak boy? What does he have except his recklessness?
"This. Is. My. Fight." Harry remarked, panting in between words.
"Harry, you're in no condition to fight. Retreat!" Daphne exclaimed.
"I don't. care. I started. this fight and I. finish it." He argued.
Daphne bit her lip, giving up into the hold of the two Deatheaters, her face fell down. Resistance was no longer in her body.
"It doesn't matter who faces me. I will kill you all in the end." Voldemort states in a matter of fact tone.
"I am. your. opponent. Leave her. out of this," Harry declared. Before his weak leg betrayed him.
Dark chuckles filled the graveyard. The sound seemed to be coming from all around, but Harry pinpointed precisely where Voldemort was.
Daphne's body betrayed her as she could see blood dripping out of her. Her wounds were reopening again. She glanced at the demon of the shadows and ordered him, mentally. 'Go! Fetch him!'
Voldemort sent a cutting spell to Harry's right arm, Harry let out a scream of pain. His left arm was cutted. And Daphne closed her eyes in agony.
"Princess of Vasilian, watch closely!" Voldemort called her to open her eyes. When she did he continued saying, "watch as I prove to you that your reign is over, once and for all!"
Harry saw as he laid against the stone, Voldemort stepping forward. He was fighting between consciousness and blacking out, his body betrayed him in the end, blood was covering his face and his right arm lost its usefulness. Laying at his feet. Heavy breathes, this was nothing like fighting gargoyles. He put his left hand in his jacket's pocket, grasping the hand of the sword he took from the land of mesopotamia. Without attracting attention. Hope and faith was all that left, praying and calling. For a last minute help from the sword. Staring at Voldemort. Hoping that the steel of sword will appear in the moment of need.
His fingers tightened around the handle. "This is what I've been waiting for…" he whispered to himself, his voice betraying him.
'To become a Voldemort, you must drop your humanity…' Dumbledore's voice flashed like a an old memory to Harry, something The headmaster told him after the chamber of secrets incident. '...as his body is replaced with nothingness… the heart slowly will be gone and replaced with stone, released from suffering, emotions… the reminder of his mortality, Voldemort will lose them all… that is what Voldemort fears most, that's why his heart is the last part of him… if he still retains even fragments of mortality, His heart alone will be vulnerable…'
"That's right huh...Come straight at me…" Harry invited, There was no more spell left in Harry's pocket. The force and size of the pressure wave is getting higher.
"I've had enough! I'm tired of this! It's all over!" Voldemort stood In front of Harry. Pointing his wand." I will prove now who the victor is… right here and now!" A green light was lightening from the tip of his wand. "AVADA KED-!"
"Nooooo!" Daphne freed herself out of the Deatheaters and rushed to Harry. The spike of despair became a gaping chasm, and her thoughts and emotions nearly shut down.
When a shining silver and metallic thing flashed through Voldemort's body. Daphne stopped midway, shocked and traumatized.
Harry stabbed Voldemort with a sword, right through his heart. Voldemort gasped in pain. And Harry's remaining strength gave all to the push of the sword through the heart.
Deeper and deeper…
The sound of slice meat was heard and Voldemort remained still for a moment.
Nagini hissed to her master, Crying for him.
There and in that moment, the battle should be called to its end.
Voldemort's free shaking hand reached for the sword and wrapped his fingers around the sword and steam of burning flesh reeked, his fingers were burning yet they were kept wrapped tighter around the iron.
"You were cursed since birth…" Voldmort spoke, no sign of pain, slowly pulling out the sword to the shock of Harry.
"Both from the union of James Potter and Lily Evans, fate has now come full circle,and the curse is about to reach its fruition!" Voldemort said, pulling out the sword and breaking it in his hand.,
Harry gaped, stunned, and hand shaken.
The cut in the chest of Voldemort was closing on it's own,
Harry's emerald eyes widened to its largest in shock.
Everything went in slow motion when Voldemort pointed his wand, Daphne's steps as she approached.
"Curse your fate ,and your parents as you die!" Voldemort evil smile reached his eyes. His eyes turned shine red and his skin darkens in inked runes. Saying the killing curse.
Harry admitted his lost at that moment and was ready to greet death.
Daphne's energy then started to merge with her body, and mentally, accidentally used telekinesis to sent Voldemort away.
She hovered over Harry, checking him and didn't Notice Nagini who jumped and bite her arm. Daphne tried to free the fangs of the snake off her hand, by breaking the head skull of snake. And failed, The weight of the snake prevailed.
'I won't let you touch him!' she thought
'You interfered in my master's duel, you dared to attack him.' Nagini hissed
'Say it again and I will turn you into snake soup of snake!' Daphne tried to reply in a broken parseltongue.
Harry tried to open his eyes and fight darkness but failed miserably.
Out of nowhere, out of nothing, they were surrounded. At least ten hooded figures, suspended in the graveyard, formed a vast circle, Harry doesn't know who it was. Screams, a blaze of green light on every side. Harry lost any sense of where they were, yells around him, But what saddened him more was the look in Daphne's eyes when she kneeled before him and stared at his body.
She looked helpless...hopeless. It was as if her eyes died right at that moment, she was saying something but he didn't understand her, the world became quiet and dark.
There was a snapping sound and Daphne jerked her head towards it. She saw Dumbledore standing in front of her, with his back facing her, his wand aloft, Daphne could see his face white and furious.
Her heart has never been pounding this fast before, not even in the worst situations, she was helpless and Harry was dying of a fair duel. She shouldn't let this happen, how did she agree to that, her brother died in a fair duel too and he was the strongest, the oldest.
Voldemort raised his wand again and sent another jet of green light at Dumbledore, who turned shielded then;
"Can you take him to Hogwarts?"
"Y-Yes!" She was fighting her emotions and nodded, between crying her eyes out and collecting Harry's cutted arm. But In between, she was desperately repeating Harry's name, rushing to get him saved. Once Dumbledore gave her approval, she used her magic and apparated at once .
"It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom," said Dumbledore calmly. "Is that your saviour!?" spat Voldemort, laughing. He sent another Killing Curse at Dumbledore who turned to flames.
Meanwhile, in Hogwarts hospital wing, Daphne cared less to herself and focused on using her remaining energy to heal Harry. She refused to let the nurse do it.
She refused to let anyone touch him.
"Harry, you will be alright! You'll be alright! You'll be alright! Stay with me! Love!" But he heard her.
'She's calling.'
He could still hear her.
'She's calling me, Leave me alone! I don't want to wake up! I don't want to return!" He thought he was starting to feel his body again. And with his very soul he screamed into the darkness.
'From the dark of the night we left, We carried our hopes, to make it real, we hurried…In the end, We were faced with illusions…'