Part 2



Voldemort stood there, he looked taken aback at Harry’s boldness and for a split second he actually admired his stature, he quickly however pushed that thought to the back of his mind; while glaring at the boy who lived, the one who defied him above anyone else, the one he knew would have to die in order for him to finally reign like before.

“You were foolish to come here tonight Potter.” He spoke quietly.

“Maybe so, but I had no choice, you have something I want!”

Voldemort scoffed and raised his wand. Karis held hers up as did Harry, ready to block or reflect anything that he may throw at them.

“You really think you and this little girl can beat me Harry?”

“Honestly, I don’t know!” replied Harry. “But isn’t that what you are afraid of?”

In Harry’s opinion Voldemort still looked unnerved, he felt this to be a nice surprise, what with Karis by his side, and he felt that familiar glimmer of hope shine inside of him, something that he always felt when he was in her presence.

“Ah, so you do know its remnants, how interesting.” Voldemort replied while twirling his wand in his long scaled hands. “Fair enough Harry, let’s play it your way. You tell me the full containment of the prophecy and your friend Mad-Eye in there can be released, and then you and I will have this out alone, while your friends will be allowed to leave.”

“NO.” shouted Karis, shaking her head. “No Harry, don’t do this.” she said frantically. But Harry kept his stare on Voldemort, he dared not take his eyes off of him.

“How sickening, your girlfriend here is concerned for your safety, you may want to kiss her goodbye before you bow down to death Harry!”

He heard Karis wince, and he took her by the hand, he could feel her shaking yet her breath was steady and her physique strong, he felt proud of her, but nothing could compare to how she felt about him at this moment, she was concerned, but she admired his courage, and finally saw the glint of the man he was becoming.

“You have a deal.” Harry replied, while squeezing Karis’ hand, warning her to be ready.

Behind Voldemort stood a large iron door, Harry recognised it from his vision he had while at Hogwarts, it was the cell where Alastor was being imprisoned. If only I could get the door open, he thought.

Karis, as if hearing his thoughts, started to move around to face Harry. For a second he was confused. She moved towards him and took his face in her hands and stared into his large emerald eyes. His heart started to pound in his chest, he thought she was sure to have heard or felt it. She slowly motioned her face towards his and kissed him gently on the lips.

As she pulled away, she looked up at his surprised frown and smiled, she mouthed something to him and he answered her with his eyes.

All of a sudden Karis was pushed out of the way by Harry, to the left side of the room. Voldemort raised his wand but she was too quick and shouted “BOMBARDA.” The iron door behind him was blown off its hinges, knocking Voldemort sideways, but keeping him grounded and standing tall on his scaled feet.

“Crucio”

Voldemort did the unthinkable and placed the cruciatus curse on Karis, she was trying to run into the cell and rescue Alastor but was caught by the red stream of light. She was thrown in the air and landed hard on the cold stone floor, screaming in agony.

Albus was trying to break down the force that surrounded him. He tried with his entire mite but the walls of the protection orb would not deteriorate. The protection orb spell only lasts for five minutes, but in this case, he felt it was five minutes too long.

Harry didn’t have time to think, just seeing her there on the floor in insufferable pain was unbearable, he thought of Sirius, he had already lost him, and he couldn’t lose her too.

An empowered force overtook his entire being, he held out his wand which now started to vibrate, Harry watched it for a few seconds when a white jet of light protruded from it. Out of his wand came a bright white form. Harry had to look twice as he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing “It can’t be” he said disbelievingly to himself, as the large form of a shaggy dog ran headlong, straight into Voldemort.

*

It took Harry a few moments to realise what had just happened. He had seen that dog before and his heart warmed at the prospect that it was the astral form of Padfoot. It was then Harry remembered his Godfather’s vowel, that we would always be there for him and will always protect him.

Even in death he was staying true to these spoken words and the glimmer of hope that Harry felt earlier had now heightened to a new level.

Prongs, his Father was Harry’s Patronus. To ward off the thing that Harry was afraid of the most; Dementors.

Padfoot had gained firm place of the disarming and protection spell, to ward off the one and only person whom in life he had known and wanted nothing more than to destroy. Well now he had his opportunity to face this wizard. Only Sirius would be cunning and stubborn enough to defend Harry against Voldemort!

Voldemort was thrown against the wall with the force of the spell that had hit him and collapsed to the floor; he looked astounded while trying to comprehend what had just taken place.

Padfoot then turned around and elegantly bowed to Harry, before lightly vanishing into thin air.

“Accio Wand.” shouted Harry, still trying to take in what had happened.

Suddenly to the horror of the Dark Lord, his wand flew up from the floor into the hands of the one person Voldemort despised above all others. Harry Potter.

“Maybe it’s time you bowed down to death, Voldemort!” spat Harry. Feeling stronger than he had ever felt so far in his short lived life.

But as he looked down he sensed something was wrong. Voldemort’s wand had touched his own and something extraordinary started to happen.

From the tip of Voldemort’s wand came a figure that Harry recognised and knew well.

“Justin?” he questioned, looking mortified. But it wasn’t the pearly shadow that he saw of his parents at the graveyard in his fourth year, this was a solid form, and it flew as fast as it could from the room.

Harry started to move forward towards Voldemort, his teeth gritted and his wand pointing to the snake like creature, who in turn could only smirk. Harry felt the anger rising up inside his veins, and as he lifted his wand ready to administer a curse, he was pushed out of the way by no other than a free and very much active, Professor Albus Dumbledore.

Harry looked aghast at the old man, but he didn’t have time to think, all he could do was run into the cell and pick Karis up from the floor. Helping her gain strength in her legs, they both motioned over to Alastor who was weak and bloodstained, crouching in the corner.

Karis held the old man close into her. “Harry, I have to apparate with Alastor now, you must come with me.”

“No Karis, my fight is here, the DA is outside I can’t leave them, we will get back with the rest of the Order. Maybe we can apparate with one of those.”

“Find Kingsley.” replied a shaken Karis. “He has an old newspaper on him; he can use it as a portkey.

“OK, I will see you back at Hogwarts!”

“No. Meet me at you know where!”

Harry nodded in understanding and started to leave the cell to help find the others.

He ran out of the room after hearing the loud crack of apparition and found Albus had Voldemort trapped in a sheer block of ice.

As Harry was about to hand Voldemort’s wand to Albus for safe keeping, the door to the room was bombarded with black cloaked figures. One of them shot a spell, and the hand that clutched Voldemort’s wand had been hit. Harry screamed and pulled his hand back, while the wand fell to the floor.

He looked down to find his hand was burning. Albus quickly put a protection shield around them both and cleared his flaming hand with cold liquid water, before apparating them out of harms way.

Outside, the DA and the Order had now formed a coalition around the back. Most of the Deatheaters that fought out the front main entrance had been strongly bound and many aurora’s and ministry officials had now arrived at the scene to help.

The fight however was not over. Cornelius Fudge arrived looking extremely dishevelled and his eyes were red and his normal round chubby red face looked drawn and pale.

He caught sight of Albus holding up Harry, and the Order and DA closed around them, relieved to finally see Albus and Harry together.

Cornelius Fudge went scurrying towards them as fast as he could. Making him wheeze from the excessive strain as the icy cold air hit his lungs.

Ginny went bounding headforth up to Ron and Hermione who were standing together, linking arms as if to hold one another up, both apparently in utter shock.

However, the shock was due to Justin bolting in an upright seated position which in turn scared the wits out of Ron who was still holding onto him at the time, thinking him to be dead.

“Justin, we thought you were dead.” shot Luna incredulously

“Uh, I…uh, I think I was.” He stuttered bewilderingly

“What are you talking about?” asked Ginny confused.

“I think I was dead, I saw Harry fighting you know who and I remember flying, that’s about it really.”

“I knew it, it’s the power of three houses.” muttered Luna.

“Luna, now, what are you talking about?” asked Ron, frowning and disbelieving what he was hearing. He looked at Hermione, who in turn shook her head and frowned while shrugging her shoulders.

She turned around to see Ministry officials and aurora’s gathering together, she jumped up.

“It doesn’t matter.” said Hermione with relief, pointing. “There’s Harry and Dumbledore, come on, let’s go.”

“Albus, Albus.” fussed Cornelius. “Azkaban Albus, Azkaban.”

“Slow down Cornelius, what’s happened?”

“It’s been attacked. Attacked by Dementors, and they are heading this way!”

“The escaped Deatheaters are already inside Cornelius, they did this to Harry’s hand, if I’m not mistaken it was Bellatrix.”

Harry was still wincing in pain, as his hand was bright red and covered in large blisters. But he felt a rise of anger overtake him again, due to the sound of her name.

“We must leave now, we cannot stay here, we must announce war, no-one is safe.” Bellowed Fudge, while shaking his hands in the air, petrified at the sheer prospect of it all.

Harry pounced forward onto Cornelius, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, his emerald eyes were flashing with anger as he put his face directly before the Minister of Magic.

“You could have prevented this if you only had listened to us in the first place. You are a disgrace and my friend could be dead because of your intolerance to the truth. You make me sick!” Harry then pushed a horror struck Cornelius backwards, while Albus came to Harry’s aid and held him up as he started to lose his balance and his consciousness.”

Albus turned to look at his team members who all stood there wide eyed and restless.

“Kingsley, please take the DA back to Grimmauld Place, Harry and I will meet you all there.”

Kingsley nodded and took out the old Newspaper from his pocket and tapped it, while muttering “Portus” under his breath, he then rounded up all the purple cloaked DA members, and each of them felt the uncomfortable pull of force within their naval as they were all subjected to portkey travel.