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A chill wind blew across the damp heath, low dark clouds scudding before it.
Swirling amidst blackened leaves and dead clumps of grass it battered against
the imposing bulk of ancient castle. High in a tower window, two figures stood
" Too cold for May, isn't it?" remarked Harry Potter.
Ron Weasley answered him. " Bloody right! What do you bet You-Know-Who’s got
a hand in this."
That was indeed possible, reflected Harry. Voldemort had been on the move,
rallying his troops for what was sure to be a final assault on Hogwarts school
of Witchcraft and Wizardry and he was probably powerful enough to control the
" Come on, let's see where Hermione is, besides its almost dinner." Ron said,
wrapping his scarf around his neck and heading off down the stairs.
Harry turned to follow his friend but stopped and gazed out again at the darkening
moor. A premonition suddenly splashed over him like ice water, a dull burning
sensation began in his head, He is coming…
* * * * *
Harry careened down the stairs taking two at a time. Slowing to a fast walk
he entered the Great Hall scanning quickly for Ron. He spotted him talking to
a bushy haired girl at the Gryffindor table and swiftly made his way over to
them. They were engaged in a subdued argument on the merits of whether or not
the 7th years should be allowed a final trip to Hogsmeade.
"C'mon, Hermione, as Head Girl you should be able to influence Mcgonagall into
letting us go." Ron was wheedling.
" Honestly, Ron, you know it's much too dangerous after that last attack at...."
Hermione trailed off after noticing the grim look on Harry's face. "What's wrong,
" He is coming. Voldemort is coming now."
" What!" Hermione gasped.
" Hermione, you need to alert Mcgonagall and get the students into the dormitories.
Ron you come with me." Harry ‘s voice was steady as he gave these instructions
but a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.
While Hermione departed for the Head Table, Harry pulled Ron after him into
the entrance hall and grabbed both their cloaks from the wall.
" Wait a minute!" demanded Ron " What the bloody hell do you think your doing?"
" Going out," was Harry’s terse reply.
" Harry! You-Know-Who’s out there! You can’t be serious!"
" Ron, listen to me." Harry grabbed Ron by the front of his robes. " Voldemort’s
coming to destroy me. I’m the only one who stands between him and the
entire destruction of the wizarding world. I have to face him, I have
to go out there and fight him."
" That’s where you're wrong, Harry" said Ron, breaking Harry's grip on his
robes, " We are going out there."
* * * * *
On the windswept quidditch pitch they waited. The only sound was the whistling
of the wind through the goalposts and the occasional rumble of thunder in the
" Oy, Harry, sure you got the right place?" Ron muttered.
" I'm sure," Harry replied tightly.
At that moment Harry groaned and staggered. There was a flash of light, a ring
of figures appeared around them and the storm broke in a fury of rain and lightning.Through
the rain Harry could make out the ring of twelve Death Eaters surrounding him,
but his attention was quickly drawn to the two figures in front of him. One
was a short man clutching something long bundled in a cloak. The other was a
tall, cadaverous wizard with a snake-like face: Lord Voldemort.
Voldemort smiled, " At last! We meet again, Potter. Time and again you have
evaded me, but now I have you. Your destruction will mark the beginning of a
new age in the wizarding world. But, we have time. Secure them!"
Before he had time to react, Harry was hit by some sort of paralyzing spell
uttered by one of the Death Eaters. Beside him Ron was slammed to the ground,
victim of a different spell. Unable to move he watched as unconscious Ron was
dragged before Voldemort. The Dark Lord chuckled coldly and looked at Harry
standing paralyzed in place.
" So, Potter, you brought a friend, obviously a scion of that muggle-loving
clan of Weasleys by the looks of him. No doubt an acquaintance of your, eh Wormtail?"
This was directed at the second man who was still clutching what Harry could
now discern as some sort of sword.
" Yes, master, my former owner when I was in animagus form." Moving forward,
Wormtail kicked Ron twice in the ribs.
" Now, now Wormtail," sneered Voldemort, " We have more refined ways to do
such things. Crucio!"
Ron was abruptly ripped from unconsciousness by the horrible pain that cascaded
through his body like a thousand red-hot knives. Harry could only watch helplessly
as his friend twisted and screamed in agony. His scar felt as if it were molten
iron burning through his forehead. Casually Voldemort flicked his wand, abruptly
ending the spell. Stepping over Ron's body, he advanced toward to Harry.
" Before I kill you boy, let me make clear to you why this is a turning point
* * * * *
" As you well know, Potter, I am the last heir of Salazar Slytherin." Voldemort
was speaking softly, his red eyes gleaming in the occasional lightning flash,
" When Slytherin and Gryffindor parted ways many years ago a certain prophecy
was uttered: In the final hour the heirs shall meet, darkness and good shall
strive and the destiny of worlds will be held in balance." Voldemort
stepped closer, locked eyes with Harry and hissed: " but, what you don't know
is that you are the last surviving heir of Godric Gryffindor."
Harry was stunned, He the Heir of Gryffindor? What? The sight of Wormtail
bringing the sword to Voldemort interrupted his thoughts. Voldemort wrenched
the sword from the scabbard and whipped it in an arc. " Look, Potter, behold
Harry was still paralyzed, helpless as he watched Voldemort raise the sword
for the killing blow. Time seemed to stand still for Harry. The scene around
him was frozen like some bizarre tableau. Harry felt an odd sensation in the
back of his mind, like something was struggling to break out, and suddenly in
a rush of inexplicable power he was moving forward. The paralyzing spell that
bound him cracked, and fell away like drops of water. Stepping forward and raising
his right hand, he thundered in a voice he hardly recognized as his own: " Gryffindor
* * * * *
In a swirl of light, the ruby encrusted hilt of Gryffindor’s sword dropped
into his outstretched hand. Time resumed its normal course as Harry brought
the sword around to meet Voldemort’s swing. The swords collided with a brilliant
burst of light. Voldemort stepped back and regarded Harry with interest. " Most
impressive, boy, but it will only prolong your imminent destruction."
He attacked again only to be deflected by Harry’s sword. The fight continued
on. Harry had no sense of how long the fight continued, but could tell he was
slowly tiring. Voldemort, however, was a wizard in his prime and sensing his
advantage, attacked with redoubled ferocity. Bit by bit Harry was being driven
back toward the ring of Death Eaters when, out of the corner of his eye, he
caught a glimpse of Wormtail bending over Ron’s inert body, a knife grasped
in his hand. Momentarily distracted, he whirled to fend off Voldemort, too late.
With a cry of triumph, Voldemort drove Harry’s guard down and thrust forward.
The gleaming blade entered Harry’s chest and drove all the way through him.
Harry felt an expanding pain in his chest as he watched in fascinated slow
motion as the sword entered. Then, even as the sword stabbed through his flesh,
it began to crumble. The blade of the sword dissolved into nothing, leaving
only the hilt. Voldemort was thrown off balance. Summoning his last remaining
strength, Harry swung the sword of Gryffindor in a sweeping, downward arc. Screaming,
Voldemort flung up his arm to protect himself. The shining blade slashed inexorably
downward, rending flesh and shattering bone. Voldemort's body was wreathed in
green flames as his screams turned into a shriek and finally a thin hiss.
* * * * *
Harry fell to his knees, hands grasping his gaping wound. He knew the wound
was fatal, he could feel his life ebbing away. Determinedly he lifted his gaze
to where Lord Voldemort had been. All that remained of the once powerful Dark
Lord was a small pile of dust gray ashes. Even as he watched, the wind took
the ashes and scattered them away. Harry’s vision began to blur, and it seemed
that a golden haze was forming before his eyes. Suddenly, to his surprise, Professor
Albus Dumbledore stood before him. Dumbledore looked exactly as he appeared
last year before his death, with Fawkes his phoenix resting on his shoulder.
" Well fought, Harry," said Dumbledore, a twinkle in his eye, " Alas, poor
Riddle could never understand that, in the end, good ways triumphs over evil.
There are no exceptions. That is why he could not kill you. And for that very
same reason you must now go back to see that evil does not rise again. Farewell,
Heir of Gryffindor."
Harry shook his head and opened his eyes. He was still on his knees, but his
vision was better and he could make out a figure running toward him.
" Ron!" Harry lunged forward and caught his friends arm. " Wormtail…the knife,
are you all right?"
" Never better! When you hit You-Know-Who, Wormtail and the rest went berserk
and started running away and…" Ron trailed off looking at Harry chest, " Cor!
Harry, didn’t you get stabbed?"
Harry quickly put a hand to his chest. He felt a long gash in his robes, but
no blood or any kind of wound. Opening the front of his robes he looked at his
chest. All that remained was a four-inch, jagged scar. Great, scars and me
are like students and sugarquills, thought Harry wryly, together forever.
Grasping Ron for support, Harry pulled himself to his feet. The storm had cleared,
a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds illuminating the quidditch pitch
and turning the castle golden. Harry threw an arm around Ron’s shoulder, and
turned towards Hogwarts. "Come on, let’s go home."