by ermintrude2003 » Thursday 1 January 1970 1:00:00am
Chapter 8
Harry led the way round the curving corridor and into the Entrance hall. They reached the top of the stairs and sure enough Voldemort was waiting at the bottom surrounded by his followers, who were snarling at the sight of Harry and Dumbledore. Harry recognised a few of them at once. Lucious Malfoy was standing next to Voldemort, obviously his right hand man now, he looked at Harry with glistening eyes filled with excitement at the thought of getting revenge. Crabbe and Goyle's fathers stood on the other-side of Voldemort. Others Harry didn’t know stood lined up next to them.
“Well, well, we meet yet again Mr Potter. I believe this time, luck, won’t be on your side.” Voldemort hissed, Hatred flowing through his words.
“I never needed luck,” replied Harry aggressively, “and I wont this time!”
“Well you certainly seem sure of yourself Harry, but lets see how brave you are when were face to face.” And with that Voldemort waved his wand and ropes clasped around Harry’s arms and chest and pulled him forward, towards Voldemort. Harry’s scar seared with pain again and he flopped forward held only by Voldmort’s magic. Voldemort grinned at this and began to drop him to the floor and pick him up again and again.
All of a sudden Dumbledore’s dry voice rang out into the hall.
“Leave the boy alone, it’s me you want Voldemort.”
“Don’t be stupid old man, why would I want you when I can finally defeat the one who made me weak for all those years?”
“Because I am the wizard everyone knows you truly fear, he is just a boy, and anyone can kill a boy.”
“Fine have it your way you fool, first I defeat you then I have my revenge on the boy.”
Dumbledore flew down the steps brandishing his wand. Voldemort withdrew his ropes from Harry, who collapsed to the floor, and took a new position towards Dumbledore. Luscious Malfoy swept towards Harry guarding him in case he moved.
“Ready old man?” Hollered Voldemort.
“I’ve been ready and waiting for years, Riddle.”
“You shall suffer for calling me by my fathers name Dumbledore, just like he did in the end.” And with that he lunged forward, but Dumbledore was too quick for him,
“Expelliarmus” he cried and Voldemort flew backwards hitting the wall, his wand laying forgotten at his side.”
“I hate it when wizards do that, it’s such an easy spell.”
“But it works to great effect Riddle” Dumbledore said in argument.
In a flash Voldemort raced to his feet, grabbing his wand and shouted
“Imperio.” Dumbledore was startled by his quickness and was hit hard by the curse. He flew back, slumped against the steps, but he fought it off quickly and raised himself again to his feet.
“Impedimenta” Cried Dumbledore, and with that Voldemort froze stuck to the spot. There was an almighty crack of the ice surrounding Voldmort’s mouth and he managed a few words.
“Seize him” and with that 5 of his followers including Crabbe and Goyle surrounded Dumbledore and cornered him. Lucious waved his wand and Voldemort was freed of the curse.
“Master, he is stirring. Come quickly.”
“Guard Dumbledore tightly, I will finish this one of first.” Voldemort swooped down on Harry brandishing his wand.
“No I cannot kill him this way, he is too well protected from the killing curse. No matter I came well prepared.” And with that he pulled a gleaming silver knife from his robes. “Get ready to die Potter.” Voldemort lunged holding the knife to Harry’s throat. Harry immediately opened his eyes and stared Voldemort in the face. Harry struggled trying to throw Voldemort off, but he was too strong. This was it; this was how it was going to end.
Just then Ron, Snape and McGonagall arrived at the top of the staircase. McGonagall raced straight to Dumbledore’s aid and tied up Voldemort's followers, freeing Dumbledore. But Snape had better targets in his sight. Seeing Harry and Voldemort in the corner by the Great Hall, he leaped and swooped down on Voldemort making him drop the knife, which only scratched Harry’s neck. Snape grabbed Voldemort and they rolled in a great scuffle, Harry couldn’t believe it Snape had saved his life. Voldemort forced Snape onto the ground and grasped for his wand in his robes, he aimed it at Snape's forehead and yelled
“Avada Kedavra” a jet of green light escaped Voldemort’s wand and went straight into Snape’s head. Snape lay limp on the floor, a trickle of blood running down from his head, over his crooked nose and into his open mouth. Everyone looked on in horror except Harry who was racing towards Voldemort his wand out in front of him.
“Crucio” yelled Harry, still running forward in determination. But Voldemort was too quick for him. He dodged the spell and flipped sideways. He swung around and yelled
“Avada Kedavra” and again a swarm of green light filled the room; Harry fell to the floor writhing in pain.
“Nooooo” shouted Ron running forward, only to be held back from a very stern but frightened McGonagall.
“I have to do it Minerva, I have too.” Dumbledore spoke suddenly.
“But Dumbledore, we still have a chance, Harry still has a chance.” Ron slid to the floor weeping.
“He will amount to great things Minerva. I have done many things in my time and now it’s his turn to take my place. And besides, I’ve wanted to finish him off for years!”
“But sir.”
“I’m doing it Minerva, no matter what you say to me, it’s what I have to do I know it.”
“Ok” McGonagall sighed holding back tears. “I will miss you, we all will”
“I will always be in these walls Minerva, always, remember that, tell Harry that.” And with that Dumbledore whipped around and was gone in a flash. Ron looked up astounded, except that Dumbledore wasn’t gone, Ron could hear a faint buzzing and saw what looked like a Bumblebee heading for Voldemort, and sure enough it landed on him and sunk its tail deep into his neck. Voldemort stood up, his whole body rigged; he shook violently for a second and then collapsed in a great heap on the floor. His followers looked at him amazed. Voldemort was dead.