 Shipper Queen Hippie Quad
Chapter 50
His heart was beating so rapidly, he could feel it in his throat. The forest was silent, but in no ways peaceful. He began to break out in a cold sweat.
The breaking of a twig made Harry turn, just in time to move out of the way of a green light.
“You are to easy to read Harry. Didn’t you learn anything in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class?” the cold voice said. Automatically, Harry put the wall up in his head.
“Ah Severus, look! He put up the wall in his head.” Voldermort taunted.
Harry turned so quickly, he got a cringe in his neck. Severus Snape stood just behind Voldermort. His face was expressionless. Hatred shot through Harry. All he wanted to do was curse him until his wrist hurt.
As loathing shot through his veins, the wall in his head steadily broke. Suddenly he felt something in his head. But it was different than before. It was like there were two people inside his head, fighting for dominance. What was going on? As the two presences fought harder and harder, his head began to throb painfully and his scar was burning fire. When he felt like his head was going to split into two any minute, the same voice from before screamed inside his head.
“Close your mind to feeling boy!” the silky voice screeched. But this time Harry recognized it. Unluckily for the owner of the voice, Voldermort did too.
“TRAITIDOR!” Voldermort’s icy voice shrieked. It made the hairs on Harry’s arm stand up. The battle in his head ceased and Voldermort turned his wand toward Snape.
“How dare you challenge the Dark Lord! You will pay.” Voldermort said, anger coursing through his whole body. His eyes were bleeding red and waves of fury were radiating off his body. Harry didn’t know how Snape could keep such a straight face.
As the green light shot out from Voldermort’s wand, realization began to sink in for Harry. Snape was always good. Dumbledore asked Snape to kill him. Probably to protect Draco. He all along has been telling him to close his mind. To keep Voldermort from reading his thoughts and weaknesses. Snape was protecting him.
But it was too late. Snape’s body was already crashing to the ground.
“NO!” Harry shouted and shot a lousy curse toward Voldermort. It missed drastically.
Voldermort turned back to him, his eyes flashing.
“Ah Harry. Hasn’t anyone every taught you that I will never be defeated? I guess not.” He smiled evilly. “Crucio!”
Pain erupted through Harry’s body. His head was going to burst. He couldn’t handle it anymore. Death would be a sweet release. Only if it would come!
Then the curse was lifted. His whole body ached and was twitching as he looked up at Voldermort from the ground.
“You don’t fear death Harry?” Voldermort’s cold voice said, having read his mind.
“Death is just the next greatest adventure.” Harry replied. Voldermort began to laugh, making the hairs on the back of Harry’s neck stand up along with his arm hairs.
But that was what Harry needed. A distraction. As Voldermort continued to laugh, Harry aimed his wand.
“Stupefy!” Harry shouted, jumping agonizingly to his feet.
Voldermort looked at Harry and flicked his wand, almost lazily.
Harry flew back at least twenty-five feet. He groaned when he finally landed and rolled over. Looking around he saw that he wasn’t in the forest anymore. He was out in the open, close to Hagrid’s hut. Fighting was heard but not seen at least forty feet away.
The slow, steady steps of Voldermort grew closer. The malevolence smile still spread on his face. He stopped right in front of Harry’s mangled body.
“Just give up Harry. You have nobody to come save you anymore. Its over. Your little red head is long since been killed.”
“NO! She’s not dead!” Harry shouted, refusing to believe it.
“Your friends are not to far behind her. I’m sure.”
“Ron and Hermione are too smart to be killed by idiots like you!” Harry retorted.
“Crucio!” Once again the pain shot through every fiber of his body. Harry screamed just so he had something to concentrate on. If he put all his energy into screaming, his mind didn’t focus on the excruciating pain.
“There is nobody here to help you. Its over.” Voldermort said slowly and wickedly. Harry coughed roughly and turned away from Voldermort’s face. He didn’t want to look at him before he died.
“You have nobody Harry. You are all alone.”
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