Only One He Ever Feared
Disclaimer: Unfortunately (for
me), JK Rowling created the
characters, the world, everything about Harry Potter. I’m also quoting some
dialogue directly from OoT, Chapter 36.
I thank Felina Black for beta-reading
this story. Without her, this fanfiction would be unreadable.
near the boy, who was shouting, his eyes closed in pain.
there! Nothing to summon! It smashed and nobody heard what it said, tell your
- No! It
isn’t true, you’re lying! MASTER, I TRIED- I TRIED- DO NOT PUNISH ME-
Bella had failed
him! His Death Eaters had failed him! Was THAT possible?
- Don’t waste
your breath! He can’t hear you from here!
It was all
Potter’s fault, as usual. Ah, but he was going to pay for his impudence.
Now he couldn’t escape. Nobody was there to save him.
- Can’t I, Potter?
As soon as he
noticed his presence, the boy became scared. He could read the enormous,
unbearable fear in Potter’s eyes while he looked at him. And he enjoyed every
bit of that fear. Nobody could dare fighting Lord Voldemort and survive… The
boy knew that. Was there anybody that didn’t know, that didn’t fear him? All
those fools that persisted in denying his return were just more scared than the
others. Scared of his power.
So, how had that
boy destroyed the prophecy? How could he just think to fight him? How could he
fight his Death Eaters…and win? It wasn’t possible.
- So, you
smashed my prophecy?
Potter’s unworthy eyes for answers. He searched his mind through the bond he
rapidly had become used to activating and he didn’t find any resistances while
he travelled in his mind . He found pain, sadness, anger, terror, but the boy
wasn’t lying. The prophecy was destroyed. After all those years.
-No, Bella, he is not lying…I
see the truth looking at me from within his worthless mind…months of
preparation, months of effort…and my Death Eaters have let Harry Potter thwart
Again. He closed
his eyes, barely containing his anger. The prophecy was smashed. The boy had
won again. He couldn’t believe such a worthless being had stopped him. Right,
if Potter had been so smart to demolish his plans, then he was going to have
him pay the consequences. Yes, he would have to kill Potter. And the
prophecy…well, then the prophecy would become completely usele-….
- Master, I
am sorry, I knew not, I was fighting the Animagus Black! Master you should
No, it was
enough. He was tired of hearing his Death Eaters declaring their complete faith
and then failing him so badly. He would fix this problem soon, but only after
Bella. I shall deal with you in a moment. Do you think I have entered the
Ministry of Magic to hear your snivelling apologies?
He could sense Bellatrix’s terror. She knew perfectly
what she was going to receive. But first, FIRST, he had to kill Potter,
something he should have done years before. Nothing would have stopped Lord
Voldemort from getting his revenge...
- But Master- he is here- he is
Ah, Dumbledore was there! That was how the boy had
succeeded defeating his Death Eaters. Well, Dumbledore was going to have a big
disappointment. Without answering to Bellatrix, he looked directly into
Potter’s eyes again.
- I have
nothing more to say to you, Potter. You have irked me too often, for too long.
Potter stood motionless, aware of his destiny but
without trying to escape. Well, apparently he had succeeded in destroying all
the boy’s hopes. While the boy watched him performing the Killing Curse, he saw
his green eyes full of the same fear he had seen in his mother’s eyes. He,
Voldemort, had won. Finally.
He saw the golden statue of the wizard landing
between them, blocking the green jet of light. For a moment, he stood still,
surprised and unable to understand.
He scanned the room. It couldn’t have been the boy,
and no Auror was so crazy to challenge him. It could be only…
He saw him, his long, white beard twirling in the
air, his blue eyes looking directly at him. For a brief moment he remembered
him as his Transfiguration teacher; he remembered his worried looks and his
sincere fear of what was happening in his student’s mind. Dumbledore always had
been so interested in him… And his look now showed the same interest.
Recovering quickly from the surprise, he smiled to
himself. So Dumbledore wanted to play. Well, then he was going to give him what
he deserved. He waved his wand.
When the green light extinguished, he checked the
situation. Dumbledore had obviously transported himself in another place, so he
took a moment to look around. When he saw his enemy, the other statues of the
fountain were walking around, each one doing something different. He didn’t
care. He would have killed Dumbledore as well as Potter and everybody that
dared to challenge his power.
-It was foolish to came here
tonight, Tom. The Aurors are on their way.
He still called him Tom! After all he’d done, after
he had challenged the whole world, after he had mastered the Dark Arts,
becoming the greatest wizard of all times, Dumbledore still didn’t admit the
power of Lord Voldemort! He was instead talking of these pathetic Aurors, as if
they could scare him. He waved his wand.
-By which time
I shall be gone and you will be dead. AVADA KEDAVRA!
Missed. He had missed
Dumbledore. His anger had made him miss the shot. He saw Dumbledore casting a
powerful charm and quickly conjured a silver shield. He heard a strange sound
as the spell collapsed against the silver defence. He stood still for a moment,
surprised, as he recognized the charm. He couldn’t believe Dumbledore had tried
THAT. What was he playing at?
-You do not
seek to kill me, Dumbledore? Above such brutality, are you?
He looked at the old wizard whowas
calmly looking back at him. In his blue eyes he could notice the same show of
wisdom, of superiority, that Dumbledore used when he was his teacher.
-We both know
that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom. Merely taking your life
would not satisfy me, I admit-
Again, that stupid theory about something worse than
death. Dumbledore hadn’t changed during these long years. But the Dark Lord
certainly wasn’t going to stay there, listening to the useless sentences of a
mad, dying old man.
nothing worse than death, Dumbledore.
THAT was the truth. He had known (and defeated)
death. Dumbledore didn’t know anything about this subject, something he was
going to change in minutes.
-You are quite wrong. Indeed,
your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death has
always been your greatest weakness-
Weakness? Dumbledore was closing up within him,
shieldless, undefended, muttering something about death and dared talking of
HIS weaknesses? He quickly searched for an answer, but then thought that the
most appropriate was very simple.
He saw another golden statue blocking the jet and
felt his hatred growing, something he didn’t think possible. Dumbledore tried
to take him by surprise with a flame whip but he immediately turned it into a
snake. Then he transported himself behind Dumbledore, who was dealing with the
snake, and threw another Killing Curse, sure that nothing could save the old
Dumbledore’s phoenix blocked it. The phoenix! He had
completely forgotten Dumbledore’s old companion. But this didn’t matter, since
the bird, now a useless baby, couldn’t help his master anymore.
Suddenly Dumbledore surprised him with a sharp
movement. For a brief moment, he saw the snake being destroyed, then an
enormous mass of water, water from the fountain, summoned by Dumbledore’s
magic, covered him. He tried to fight against the force of the current that was
empowered by the spell and found it very difficult to defeat. Well, there was
no time to deal with that. He Disapparated.
Bellatrix had screamed. The room was now silent and
he could see Potter trying to exit from behind his protection. They all seemed
to think he was gone. How wrong were they! Dumbledore, on the contrary, seemed
He grinned and prepared himself for his revenge,
closing up within the boy…
you are, Harry!
Oh, Dumbledore was trying to protect Potter! But it
was too late. He entered into the boy’s mind with all his might and will and,
some instants later, he blew the first strike.
Confusion.> Potter was
suffering. Enjoying every bit of the boy’ despair, he started controlling the
body. <Madness. Fear.> Potter’s will was naturally strong, but he could feel
sadness and fatigue draining force from him. Oh, this was going to be easier
than he thought. He imposed his power on the suffering boy.
-Kill me now, Dumbledore.
He saw fear in the blue of his former teacher’s eyes.
He could feel his confusion. Dumbledore was going to understand the insanity of
opposing him. <Pain. Fear.> Potter too was finally understanding how
insane he had been. <Despair. Fear. Pain.> Yes, he would have accomplished a fatal
blow to all his enemies once and easily. Victory was near.
-If death is
nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy.
Kill Potter, Dumbledore! What was he waiting for?
Didn’t he know that the boy was going to be destroyed anyway? This was only
increasing the length of his sufferance. <Pain.> Yes. <Fear.> Yes. <Despair> Yes,
Potter had finally understood his mistake. <Desire
of death>. What? Desire of
What did it mean? How could he wish to die? How could anybody wish to die? <No more fear.>
What did it mean? Potter was dying and suffering, possessed by the most
terrible wizard of all times! How could he ignore fear? <Relief.> WHAT?
What was happening? <Happiness> NO! How could…why…it couldn’t be
happening! Happiness? Why? How? He had to know why that was happening but deep
in his mind he knew perfectly what it was. The only thing he couldn’t defeat.
<Love.> A jolt of pain flowed in his body. The control… he
couldn’t keep the connection if that hurting feeling continued erupting from
the boy’s heart. He tried with all his might to destroy that damned, burning
feeling, but it was too strong. He had to try…to try….<LOVE!>
He was immediately expulsed from Potter’s mind. His
head was aching - that powerful feeling had hurt him badly. He couldn’t face
Dumbledore in that condition. He quickly Apparated near Bellatrix and grabbed
her. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared, but too many Death Eaters had been
captured that day. He sent a last glare to Dumbledore, who was deciding whether
check Potter’s condition or pursue him and, before Hogwarts’ Headmaster could
decide what to do, he quickly Disapparated.
-See you next time, Potter.