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| Fateful Night | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Hermione! No- no... come on, get up.- Mione!" Ron whimpered picking up an unconscious Hermione. Blood trickled down the side of her face from a deep gash under her hairline. Ron's shoulder had been dislocated from being sent flying backwards into the stone wall, yet he found the strength to carry her. "Dad!" he yelled out into the night. "Dad! Where are you?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Ron," came a feeble voice from several feet away. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Dad, you okay?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I'll live- Arg!!" Ron could hear his father fall back down into the cold, wet grass. Even from feet away he could hear him taking in sharp breaths. "Are you all right, son?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Fine. But Hermione's unconscious. We have to find Harry and get out of here." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He heard a groan come from his father, but knew that he agreed. As they made their wy towards each other, they heard hurried footsteps in the nearby woods headed towards them. Even though it was pitch black, except for a sliver of moonlight, they could see a gleaming rim of a pair of glasses. It was Harry. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Get yourselves out of here," he gasped, winded from running. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Where is he?" asked Mr. Weasley. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Gone before I could get to him." Harry could sense their shivers as he said that. "Where's Hermione?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I've got her- Harry, we can't leave without you. We can't until he's-" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I'm giving you a chance to escape. Take Hermione- This is between me and Voldemort. Hurry up, both of you, before he-" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Harry was interrupted by a black hooded figure that had appeared before him. The fiery blood-red eyes burning a hole through his own. Harry shot back a look of pure venomous hatred that he had never felt before. But before anyone could do anything, powerful invisible binds made Harry lose his balance and fall to the ground. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Your time has come to an end here," hissed the high, cold voice from underneath the hood. It was enough to send shivers down a giant's spine. "No more tricks, no one here to protect you," he said in a sort of mockery. "Your precious Dumbledore is dead along with the rest of your Phoenix Order. Now to finish off the remaining hope of all Mudbloods and muggle lovers... Pity," he said quietly. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Harry lay there, rage boiling in his eyes at those words. 'Dumbledore couldn't be dead. He just couldn't,' he thought. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Murdering bastard!" screamed Ron, Hermione still in his arms. Voldemort turned and began to raise his wand. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Avad-" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Ron! Go!!" gasped Mr. Weasley. And with that, Ron disapparated. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "That was very noble of you to protect your son like that," Voldemort said coolly. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He really didn't care that Ron had escaped. He had Harry and was satisfied with that. But the more victims the better. Suddenly Mr. Weasley pulled out his wand. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Crucio!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Reflectia Incantem," he drawled almost lazily. A harsh scream pierced the night. "That was incredibly foolish of you, Arthur." Mr. Weasley couldn't stop his painful screams of bloody murder. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Stop it!" Harry growled, shaking with rage. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Voldemort's bloody eyes flickered with what Harry could only assume as a vindictive smile. He heard the swish of a wand and almost immediately Mr. Weasley stopped screaming. His breath was now coming in sharp gasps. Harry squirmed and struggled against his invisible binds to no avail. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I'm not a cruel man," he said in an amused tone. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You're no man. You're a monster," Harry retorted through gritted teeth. This made him give a cruel and chilling chuckle. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Very well, I'm a monster." He flicked his wand and Mr. Weasley started to shriek in agony again. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Voldemort turned back to watch Mr. Weasley suffer. In that instance, Harry noticed something silver in Voldemort's robes glisten in the faint moonlight. A dagger. He could barely touch his own wand with his finger under his body. Voldemort must have assumed that he'd lost it in their battle earlier that night. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "The consequences of being a Mudblood lover, Harry," he said, amusing himself again, never taking his eyes off Mr. Weasley. This gave Harry time to try and reach for his wand.*continued*"I think I should just end your misery now- Give Harry here a little demonstration of what I have in store for him." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| In those very seconds, Harry strained to reach his wand. Two fingers- Now finally having a full grasp. He undid his binds quickly as Voldemort raised his wand and pointed at Mr. Weasley. "Accio!" Harry yelled. Stunned, Voldemort turned to face him. The dagger shot out of his robes and into Harry's awaiting hand. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Harry forgot he was a powerful wizard himself, forgot that he could easily kill him with two simple words. All he knew at that moment was that Voldemort must die. He must die for all the pain he's caused. He must die for all the pain he caused him- For killing his parents and hurting the woman he loves. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Harry threw himself at Voldemort, both of them losing their wands as they hit the ground. Mr. Weasley had stopped screaming when Voldemort lost his concentration while Harry took the dagger. He lay there on his side, panting, watching the two black figures wrestle and holler in pain on the ground. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Harry!" was all he could manage to say. His throat was raw from all his screaming and his voice was worn out. He found his wand and took aim- But then realized that even if he was strong enough, he might hit and kill Harry instead. He had no choice but to remain there, watching as fate decided on who will be the victor in the end. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| As feeble, weakened, thin and bony as Voldemort was, he had a cold iron grip and gorilla-like strength that practically overwhelmed Harry. Fury coursed through his veins, increasing his adrenaline to match the Dark Lord's. The dagger remained virtually still between them as they shook with anger, forcing the blade to touch the other. When one hollered in pain, the other ceased the opportunity and attempted to penetrate their skin. Both came close, but not close enough. Magic was useless to them at that point. All they wanted was to see their enemy die. This as revenge in all its glory. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And it happened in a flash. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A sudden thunderstorm appeared. With every lightning flash, their eyes connected in stare of pure hatred. Their bodies were inches away from each other, still battling strong to win control of the dagger. Suddenly they both jumped in shock. It was in his stomach- The other's weight forcing it deeper inside. Their eyes remained wide, still in the same state of shock as to what had just happened. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He won. After all these years... revenge was his. As a final blow, he twisted the dagger in his stomach- sending eerie screams into the stormy night- and turned it up, slashing away at more of his insides. And they fell back to the ground. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| One died. One collapsed of exhaustion. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It's over. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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