Okay, I'll say this again. Be nice.

The door blasted open and four dementors glided into the room. They flew to the area where Voldemort was, and then dashed at Harry and Ron.

“Expecto Patronum!” Both Harry and Ron shouted in unison. Thinking of when he first learned that he was a wizard, a stag leapt from his wand. A tiny Jack Russell terrier ran behind it, getting anything which the stag missed.

The force of the dementors was unbearable, but Harry and Ron knew that they had to keep themselves alive to defeat Voldemort. With this in their mind, they put all their effort into the patronus charm and watched three dementors glide out of the door. As soon as the charm was lifted, Ron fell to the floor, tired and cold.

“C’mon Ron,” Harry said running over to him and tapping his cheek. “You can do this, I can’t do it without you.” Harry looked into Ron’s eyes and saw them roll over.



“Noo,” Harry cried, believing Ron was dead. This time, Harry rose with anger, wand clenched in his hand so hard that his fingers were digging into his palm.
“You killed him, you evil. You killed him!” Harry said, raising his wand.
“Crucio!” Harry shouted, launching a torture curse at Voldemort. This did hit.

Voldemort screamed in pain, feeling what he had done to those before. Harry released the spell after a few seconds because he had no energy left.

“Imperio!” Voldemort said, making Harry his rag doll.
Dance around, little brat. Show me your last dance.

No, I will not. The pressure on Harry was too much. If he would dance, then all the pain would go away. It didn’t sound like a bad idea, but a little voice inside his head was telling him something.
Always trust your instinct, Harry.

Come on, you small child. Dance and all this pain will stop. You will be able to see your filthy family again. All you need to do is dance.

No, I will not. No I Will Not," NO, I WILL NOT!” This time, Harry did not just say this in his head. His whole voice roared as his echo bounced off the walls of the amphitheatre. He had defeated the Imperious curse, and was still sane.

Lord Voldemort had had his energy drained from casting that spell, and stood up, in front of the veil and raised his hand.

Managing to stand up, Harry shouted, “Avada Kedavra,” successfully managing to launch the killing curse at the now standing Voldemort.

As his laughter went silent, Voldemort sensed that his end was near. “Avada Kedavra!” He said, blasting the spell at Harry.

The two beams of green light met in the middle, just in front of where Voldemort was standing. He saw that he was an inch away from death when something marvellous happened.

Both spells met in mid-air and joined, creating a dark emerald orb. The same colour as Harry’s eyes.

A thousand miles away, a small man sat by a hut stood up. He walked towards a telephone and dialled a number. The man had a beard and bright emerald green eyes. The dial tone lasted only a second, when a second man’s voice was heard in the speaker.
“Yes?”
“My descendant, he is needing help. Send the bird, it will find its way.”
“Yes, Godric. The bird will take flight in a moment.”
“Thank you, Palmer, you have done well.”
One of the men hung up, and as that happened a boy was clinging on to his vibrating wand for dear life.


Nothing is quite how it seems.

*flees*