~ Chapter 7: The Battle ~
"... it's time to get back inside!" said Hermoine and they started to get
Ron took the basket with food, Hermoine wore her books and the big blanket
Draco wore the basket with the forks, knives, spoons and other silverware
they brought and Harry decides to carry the basket with the glasses and
Ron and Hermoine were already walking towards Sirius and Remus who were
waiting for them.
Draco started walking with Harry just behind him, but he didn't get far
'cause the basket Harry was carrying ripped open and everything fell to the
floor, luckily the grass was soft so no glasses or plates broke. Harry
quickly started to get everything together when Draco stared walking back
while Ron and Hermoine, after seeing everything was okay, walked towards
Sirius and Remus. "Need any help, love?" asked a worried Draco, Harry
looked up with a smile and said
"No, I got but thanks", but Draco wasn't that easily persuaded
"Are you sure, I can help you carry *that* if you want" Draco said while
pointing at the basket and looking around kinda worriedly, Harry just
shaked his head, Draco was very protective of him since the summer since
Harry got raped and beaten, nobody but Harry's closes friend were allowed
near and if one should even look wrong at him Draco would sent them the
'Malfoy' glare and make a threat so they wouldn't even think off doing it
again but luckily not many people did and they were left alone and even
then he was still very protective as if round every corner a murderer would
be waiting but Harry didn't complain he found it sweet and he felt very
safe the safest he's ever felt in his life but he could really handle a
basket and he looked up saying
"I'm fine Draco, you go ahead, I'll be right there", Draco was still
hesitant looking back between their friends and Harry a frown on his face
but before he could say anything, Harry said
"go ahead and try to find something out about those two" pointing at Sirius
and Remus with a big smile and raised eyebrow, and that was it Draco smiled
back knowing how much Harry loved those two he went to investigate and
walked towards the group standing some 100 meters away waiting for Draco
and Harry to join them.
Harry cleaned everything up and stood up ready to walk to the group waiting
for him but he didn't get very far 'cause suddenly he felt an incredible
pain in his scar and fell to his knees screaming out loud while he clutched
his head in his hands, his vision became blurry because of the tears
flowing down his face but he saw his friend stop, turn and run towards him
He heard a familiar, too familiar for his taste, laugh and wanted to scream
to his friend to run but he couldn't 'cause his throat hurt to much. A few
seconds passed, even though they looked like hours to him, he got used to
the pain and started to stand again and the voice started laughing louder
and harder, he turned and came face to face with his greatest enemy:
"Well well well, if it isn't the boy-who-lived, ... still alive I see ... "
said Voldemort cruelly "... but that's something we can change rather
quickly" he said stepping closer to Harry, smiling evilly. "We'll see about
that" said Harry while he heard his friends come closer yelling his name
"Harry! Harry! Are you alright?", Draco, Sirius and Remus where the first
to stand by him, Hermoine and Ron followed quickly after that, but Harry
paid to attention to them he just kept staring at Voldemort trying to
ignore the pain and prepping himself for a battle he wouldn't forget but
when he felt Draco place his hand on his shoulder shouting his name he
snapped out of his reverie and looked at his boyfriend saying
"Yeah, I'm alright but ..." he said snapping his head back at Voldemort "I
know someone who won't be in a little while ..." he took a step closer
ignoring the "No, Harry no's" from his friends
"... I'll let ya guess three times ... Tom!" and he smiled evilly.
"Don't call me that you insolent brad ... you don't know who you're messing
with ... and besides you wouldn't come close enough to hurt me ..." yelled
Voldemort raising his wand towards Harry, who doesn't even flinch.
Maybe Harry didn't move but his friends did and all at the same they raised
there wands ready to yell some curses and hexes but before they could utter
even a word they heard Harry yell "Noooooooo .... stop!" and their wands
were ripped from their hands and were flung backwards really hard and
really fast and landed a couple of meters further on the ground.
It seems Voldemort yelled "expelliarmus" just before they even got a change
to do anything.
Harry looked at his friends and was relieved to find they are unhurt and
already getting up but frowned when they couldn't seem to move, it seemed
they were all trapped in some sort of bubble and couldn't move beyond them,
they were desperately banging on the bubble, yelling and screaming to let
them out but it was no use, Harry looked at Draco who was looking
helplessly at Harry tears rolling down his face 'cause he couldn't do
anything, he can't help Harry and protect him, he whispered 'I love you' to
Harry like it was the last time he would be able too, Harry whispered it
back but frowned at the sudden scared look on Draco's face, the pain in his
head came back and remembered Voldemort was still there but before he could
even turn he heard
"Crucio" and he felt an incredible pain: his very bones were on fire, his
head was surely splitting along his scar, his eyes were rolling madly in
his head, he wanted it to end ... to black out ... to die ... but he
couldn't and he wouldn't, he promised himself that if he ever met Voldemort
again it would 'end' then and there and that was sticking to that.
He never noticed Voldemort rose him in the air and walked towards his
friends until he dropped hard on the floor, he started coughing and felt
blood run down his chin 'well ... this is familiar' he thought but
stiffened when he heard a yell
"Open your eyes Potter so your friends can see what kinda hero you really
are" but Harry refused even when his friends were yelling at him
"Do it Harry, please open your eyes or he's gonna hurt you again, please
Harry please" but still he refused he wouldn't let Voldemort get the
pleasure but when his head was yanked up and heard a collective gasp from
his friends he opened his eyes and looked strait in those of Draco's grey
eyes brimming with tears thinking 'that he couldn't look that bad after one
crucius curse now could he?' but the looks of his friend told him
He looked at ever single one of them telling he loved them and that it
wasn't their fault but stopped when he heard " Ooohh ... this just brakes
my heart ... of course it's their fault Potter that you should suffer ...
well partially at least ..." he chuckled " ... they should have known
better then to attack me ... even you knew *that* ... for every single
person ... *you* get to suffer " he smiled and yelled "CRUCIO" five time in
a row each time with a little more time between them so he wouldn't get
used to the pain, Harry yelled and yelled and yelled until he couldn't do
it anymore, the pain numbed everything, he distinctly heard the voices of
Sirius, Remus, Draco, Ron and Hermoine begging Voldemort to stop and take
them in his place but Voldemort said
"Why should I do that, it's more fun this way ... I didn't come here for
you ... I have no interest in you ... you getting to watch is just a bonus
..." and yelled
"Crucio" one more time. After what seems like days to Harry and his
friends, he stopped and left Harry alone for awhile, Harry lay on his side
facing his friends, he was terribly bruised and bled everywhere on his
body, he was shaking, his breathing was very shallow and his eyes looked
All his friends were crying afraid Harry was gonna die but suddenly a big
shutter went trough Harry and it seemed his eyes glowed but it was gone so
fast it was hard to tell it was real or not. Suddenly Harry coughed and
blinked his eyes several times getting on his knees he fumbled in his robes
looking for his wand, when he found it he tried to stand but his knees gave
away, he tried several time before finally standing on wobbly legs.
Voldemort just laughed but his friends stared at him in wonder and unbelief
"Harry ... get out of here ... run ... go away ... don't do anything
foolish ..." but he ignored them and stepped closer to Voldemort wand
Both Harry and Voldemort yelled "Crucio" at the same time and the same
thing happened like what happened last year when they both yelled
"Avada Kedavra" at the same time but this time no ghost or dead people came
out of the wand only the power surge connecting them was there. Harry tried
to hold on as long as he could but with his weakened state he fell to his
knees easily and the surge was broken and before he could even utter a word
his wand was out of his hand and in Voldemort's.
It seemed like the end!!
Suddenly Harry felt that shutter again and his eyes glowed but it was
quickly gone again. He suddenly felt strong even though he didn't look like
it and was back on his feet again,
"you foolish boy, you really don't know when to stop do you ... well ...
it will all be over soon" and pointed the two wands at him and yelled
"Avada Kedavra" at the same time as Harry even though he hasn't got a wand.
They all looked at Harry in shock, he had his hand raised and a green beam
was coming from it, 'Wandless magic ... he can do wandless magic ...' and
their hope rose again.
The beams hit each other and held on, feeling Voldemort was losing his
powers he took advantage of the situation, closed his eyes and began
muttering words he never heard before and the surge intensified and hit
Voldemort whose eyes became wide when the beam struck his chest and he fell
down: Voldemort was dead!
Harry looked relieved as Voldemort's body began falling down, the two wands
fell from his hand and hit the ground beams hitting from them, Harry's eyes
widened and looked at his friends, who were now free and started running
towards him, and turned his head in time to see a black and green beam
coming towards him, hitting him in the chest with a strength he flew back
against a nearby tree hitting his head hard and slumping down, hearing the
screams of his friends he lost consciousness.
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