Thanks Sarah and Connie! I'll be starting it up relatively soon after I finish with this story. Since I am up and am not quite capable of falling asleep I am going to update now haha. Enjoy!

"I was wondering if you would show up old man," said Voldemort with a wicked little smile.

"I couldn't deny reuniting with an old student Tom," said Dumbledore, positioning himself so that he was in front of Harry and me.

"You know that you are no longer good enough to beat me, don't you Albus?"

"I have a few tricks up my sleeve still Tom," said Dumbledore, a different kind of twinkle appearing in his eyes.

I had started to move Harry and me back in case Dumbledore needed more room to do what he needed to do. I had a feeling that the two were going to start dueling at any moment and it certainly wouldn't help Dumbledore's cause if we were standing in his way.

"Well, if you insist. I'll enjoy beating you." Before Dumbledore even had a chance to respond Voldemort had raised his wand and shot a spell at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smacked the spell away with one wave of his wand. Voldemort looked angry but not completely surprised. With another attempt Voldemort sent a shot of black smoke at Dumbledore, the front of it in the shape of a rather large serpent. Dumbledore moved his wand in a circle above his head, blocking back the serpent's bites with flames. I pushed Harry and me back further, the heat of Dumbledore's flames hitting us in the face and knocking the breath out of both of us.

"Move back farther!" Dumbledore barked at us over his shoulder.

After a couple of moments that seemed to last an eternity Dumbledore's flames had managed to send the serpent back reeling. Voldemort raised his wand again, then time shooting out his own version of flames that collided with Dumbledore's. Dumbledore gave his wand another wave, a spare flame coming rather close to Harry's pant leg, before being blocked back with a fresh burst of water emitting from Dumbledore's wand.

Harry and I were watching in amazement as the flames and water collided with one another, smacking each other in such a way that it looked like the spells were having a sword fight with one another. Voldemort was getting annoyed at the pace this duel was moving, and quickly flicked his wand towards the thousands of glass windows behind him while Dumbledore's water seemed to be retreating a little.

"Duck!!" I yelled, pulling Harry down with me as a thousands broken shards of glass came flying at the three of us.

Dumbledore swiftly flicked his wand again, instantly turning the glass into grains of sand as they came within three feet of him. A couple of them were missed, one of which cut me across the cheek.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked me, reaching his hand up to touch my cheek.

"I'll be alright," I said, pulling Harry up off of his feet.

Voldemort was fuming, angered that Dumbledore was capable of finding so many solutions to his more complicated spells. Taking a deep breath Voldemort raised his wand to strike again.

"We can do this all day if you'd like Tom," said Dumbledore, repositioning himself so that he remained in front of Harry and me.

"I know we can old man, but let's be honest, I will last longer than you."

"You forgot Tom that not all dark magic is as powerful as good magic," said Dumbledore, moving in sync with Voldemort as he paced back and forth, keeping his eyes on the three of us.

I had shoved Harry behind me, still keeping my wand elevated in front of me incase I needed to use it.

"Ahh old man, you continue to underestimate me."

Dumbledore stood there eyeing Voldemort curiously before he completely disappeared. We all looked around and I could tell that Voldemort hadn't really left. I was about to share this information with Dumbledore when I felt Harry jerk behind me. I swung around quickly, falling to my knees just moments after Harry had collapsed on the floor.

"Harry?!" I said, reaching out to touch him, but not sure what to do.

Harry let out a grunt of pain, his body wriggling and tensing as the pain shot through him. I closed my eyes, reaching in to his mind, and to my horror found that Voldemort was there completely. I could sense him weaving his way in and out of Harry's thoughts, pulling images of me, his friends, and even Sirius to the surface. With each shot Voldemort changed it, morphing it so that it was a scene that illustrated pain. Hermione, dead on the ground. Me getting hit with a spell.

"You will lose Harry," said Voldemort, using Harry's mouth and body to speak.

The others who had been fighting near the veil had arrived behind us, them stopping as soon as they saw Harry and me on the ground. Dumbledore stepped back and put his hand on Hermione who was about to run over.

Harry squirmed again as Voldemort's cackle filled the air, again coming from Harry's mouth.

"Harry," I said, reaching out and touching touching his arm with my hand. His body instantly stopped moving upon my touch.

He turned his head upwards so that his eyes could look at me, but his eyes were different. A perfect red and yellow circle had appeared around his normal green eyes, reflecting all the pain you are feeling.

"You aren't like him Harry. I know he wants you to think he is. He wants you to think he is, but you aren't. It's your choices Harry, you're choices to choose friends and love over immortality. It's the fact that you have something worth fighting for that makes you different Harry."

Harry looked at me. "She's lying Harry, you are just like me," said Voldemort.

Harry grunted again.

"Harry," I said, squeezing his hand firmly in my own.

"You are wrong," came Harry's struggling voice. I looked into his eyes, trying to send my strength to him. "I'm nothing like you. I have people who care about me and love me, and you...you have nothing. You don't have friends or people who care, and the truth is that I pity you Voldemort. I pity the fact that you will never have anything that I have. You will never know love."

I watched as Harry's eyes went back to their normal color. He was staring at me, his breathing slowing, when I felt Voldemort there. I turned to look up at him.

"You are a fool Harry Potter, and you will lose everything." He turned his face so that he could look at me after taking Harry in for a moment. "And you are an evil bigger fool for you will lose even more than him."

I stared up at him, taking in his slitted eyes, when a series of popping sounds came from behind me. Voldemort looked over at Fudge who was striding towards us, stopping instantly as he spotted Voldemort. I kept my eyes on Voldemort who vanished instantly.

"Oh no, he's back!" came Fudge's voice, but I could have cared less.

Harry began to sat up, with my help, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. I put my hands on either side of his face, leaning my forehead forward so that it was resting against his. Harry reached up and placed one of his hands on my cheek, while wrapping the other arm around my waist.

I pressed my lips against his, not caring at the number of people that were standing around us, or the photographer who was quickly trying to get his camera to work. After a moment we disengaged our lips and Harry pulled me into a hug. He held me and I held him, both of us paying attention to nothing but the feeling of one another in each others arms, as the sounds of flashes of light surrounded us.

We were alive....for now.