Dark Inheritance


Of course I don't any of this, other then any OC's I chose to include.

The duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort was not going well, at least from Harry's point of view. Voldemort had Dumbledore on the defensive, and was not giving him time to turn any of the spells against him. Harry closed his eyes. Where were the Aurors. Where were his friends. Another wave of magical energy made him open his eyes, he gasped as he saw Dumbledores wand fly out of his hand and Voldemort lazily plucking it out of the air. He waved his own wand and Dumbledore fly across the hall and hit the wall. Voldemort laughed as he advanced on Dumbledore, both wands trained on him and Harry hissed as his scar flared in pain.

"It seems this is the end for you, old man." Voldemort hissed. Dumbledore got to his feet and gazed at Voldemort calmly.

"You will not win, Tom." He said, his eyes briefly sweeping over Harry. Voldemort hissed at the use of his muggle name, then his red eyes narrowed.

"Is that so? Lets see how your precious Order opperates without it's head."

Harry knew what was going to happen, and he couldn't let it. He pulled himself to his feet, gripping his wand so hard, it was a wonder it didn't break. Ignoring the pain in his scar, Harry staggered towards them. He couldn't let anyone else die. To many people had died because he was unable or was to weak, to prevent it. His parents, Cedric, Sirius. With the death of his godfather fresh in his mind, all he he could think was that he wished that it was Bellatrix that was standing before him. He raised his wand, as Voldemort smirked at Dumbledore and did the same.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" There was the bright green light of the killing curse, then the body fell forward.

Dumbledore blinked and let out the breath he'd not been aware he was holding as he found himself looking as Harry Potter standing directly in front of him wand still raised. Dumbledore looked down at the now dead Voldemort in front of him. The prophecy had been fulfilled, but he had to admit it was a lot sooner than he'd expected. He looked up again to see Harry still standing there, staring at where Voldemort had been, his wand still raised.

"Harry?" Dumbledore asked, concern entering his eyes as Harry didn't respond. He quickly made his way over to his student. As he got closer he saw that Harry was trembling, and his eyes were wide with shock. Dumbledore gently lowered Harry's wand arm. "Harry?" He said again, and this time Harry glanced at him, then at the floor.

"I killed him." He whispered.

"Yes you did." Dumbeldore said. "And I for one am very grateful." A twinkle in his eyes. Harry glanced up sharply and Dumbledore realised that had been the wrong thing to say.

"I killed him, professor. I'm a murder." Dumbledore placed a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"You did what you had too."

"Oh yes, because of a prophecy." Harry said bitterly. "But what does it make me? Am I any better then he was?" Dumbledore was stunned, how could Harry even think such a thing.

"Harry, look at me, my boy." Harry looked up, his eyes full of fear and pain. "You did it to protect the ones you care for, Voldemort did it to cause pain and gain power. That is the difference between you and him. That's what makes you better. Do you understand?"

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, and opened his mouth to reply, when the fireplaces roared into life as Aurors Flooed in. Just as Harry's friends arrived. They looked at Harry, Dumbledore and the prone body of Voldemort for several seconds before Ron whooped and jumped into the air. That did it, Hermione and Ginny squealed and almost tackled Harry to the floor. Neville grinned and Luna smiled ethereally.

"Did you really do it!?" Ginny cried out. "Is he really dead?" Harry couldn't help but smile as his friends enthusiasm got to him.

"Yeah, Voldemort's dead." He said, and the whole room was filled with whispered. Ron clapped a hand round Harry's shoulders, and grinned.

"Hey mate!" He said. "What does it feel like to save the world?" Harry looked at his best friend and couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face, despite the guilt and pain he was feeling for killing someone, even if it was Voldemort.

"Good, I guess." He said. Somewhere deep inside Harry something stirred, it had been wait too many generations for this, it was ready to make it's presents known.

Well there you have it. My first HP full length story has began!

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