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Chapter 7: The Battle
Harry examined the battlefield before him. Voldemort's ranks had swelled in a period of two years. It looked as though he had summoned every Deatheater on every continent, judging from the slightly different robes and skin tones. In addition, with all the recruits added, it was a formidable army. He also had hundreds of werewolves, Dementors, giants, vampires (the sun had just set), and other horrific beasts Voldemort had created.
Harry then looked to the Hogwarts' side. They were greatly out-numbered. He even saw second years ready to join the battle. Harry gave a wry grin at that, what were they going to do, throw tickling curses at the Deatheaters? He then saw his friends.
Ron had a determined look upon his face, no doubt from the charm Harry made for him. Hermione, though, Harry couldn't explain how she looked.
Standing there, with fear etched in her face, she stood proud and graceful. Harry was glad his pendant was helping her bring out her dormant qualities. His charm's didn't give out the qualities, but helped those qualities surface in that person, where they might not have otherwise.
Dumbledore looked old and frayed. His face did brighten when he recognized Harry though. Those two seemed to be equals now. Harry no longer felt intimidated by Dumbledore, and Dumbledore didn't treat Harry with kid gloves any more, which both were thankful for.
Harry now turned to face Voldemort's army once again. Surprising everyone, he let out a quivering phoenix trill, distinct to Harry's phoenixes, and raised his hand parallel to the ground. A thundering blast issued from seemingly nowhere, but also from his hand. It blew every creature of the Dark Lord's army ten feet away from there original starting places, save Voldemort who crouched to one knee, and the Dementors.
The Dementors, however, were handled when the two phoenixes Harry sent to protect the school, came swooping down, glowing the silver of a Patronus, and chased the Dementors away. Everyone in correspondence to Harry now realized what special abilities Harry was talking about.
When Voldemort's army began to get up, Harry's back glowed a bright orange. When it was over, it appeared that Harry had grown two ordinary phoenix wings. That thought was dashed away though as he reached around his back, and pulled? The wings from himself. It appeared that they were swords, and Harry some how got them to morph into his body.
The swords looked like a normal phoenix's wings, in color, but the swords were larger. The feather part was the blade, making a very jagged and shape edge, capable of shredding its victim into little bits' and pieces'.
Harry charged at a group of werewolves and vampires, and torn them into unrecognizable pieces on the ground. Harry then focused his attention to Voldemort, who had a malevolent grin on. This enraged Harry. He charged Voldemort with a livid battle cry, causing Voldemort's already grin to split further. As Harry was within twenty feet of Voldemort, Voldemort hunched forward, and peeled his mouth back, exposing most of his mouth. Voldemort opened wide and let out a blood-curdling scream, launching Harry back thirty feet, and sending his swords another hundred feet into the Forbidden forest.
Harry got up shaking his head, trying to get the ringing in his ears to stop. When he reached his feet, he gave Voldemort a smirk, which he returned. Their smirks weren't laced with contempt, but acknowledging each other's power.
Harry then threw away his cloak, which seemingly disappeared before it hit the ground. He took on a face of intense concentration, and started to change. His hair elongated into what looked like a black mane, his nose got wider and seemed to grow somewhat of a snout. His body grew a light fur on it, and his hands looked like a cross between a feline's paw and a human hand. His feet, which were now bare, propped up on to tiptoes. Finally, a tail with a black patch of hair emerged from Harry's pants. It looked like someone tried to morph into a lion, but got stuck half way between.
Harry gave a feral grin to Voldemort, which looked pleased at this new revelation. His Deatheaters, however, shuddered at the grin from the demi-human. Wormtail, who seemingly felt threatened by this turn of event's (maybe his rat form felt threatened), jumped out to meet Harry. This pleased Harry immensely. Before anyone knew what happened, Harry rushed forward, slashed his right hand across Wormtail's face, leaving four gash marks. His left hand made a slashing movement from bottom to top, spilling Wormtail's entrails on the ground and him falling backwards with a blank stare upon his face.
Harry then made a beeline for Voldemort. When this happened, it seemed the battle was under way. Dumbledore told students of fourth year or lower, to go back into their dorm's, as he felt today's victory would be in favor of Hogwart's. Both sides' numbers fell. Voldemort's army, however many number people they had, was not well trained. Except veterans and those of the inner circle, most fled when they were over-whelmed.
Harry's and Voldemort's battle was a stalemate. With Harry's strength and speed, Voldemort seemed to be as capable. He was quick and moved like a snake, making it exceedingly harder to hit Voldemort. They fought for hours, matching each other's blows well into the next day. The fighting around them seemed to come to a halt as both sides watched. It was like a qudditch match as each person cheered for a victor.
Harry's furious swipes connected with air, as it looked like Voldemort slithered in the air. Voldemort's legs kicked at Harry, only to meet with rock hard muscle of Harry's abdominal region. If not for the seriousness of the battle, it would look as if there was a ballet going on with the fluid grace of both participants.
Harry finally connected two blows, much like what he did to Wormtail. However, the belly cut looked no more than scratches. Voldemort and Harry were both panting heavily, and both realized Harry had won.
So had Voldemort's followers as they crept silently away, sulking. Harry transformed back into the silver haired boy and looked with a passive face.
"A worthy adversary, I do say," Voldemort said between breathes.
"I agree," Harry responded.
"Now, Harry, what do you intend to do?" Voldemort hissed.
"We both know I can't kill you," at which Voldemort smirked, "but what I will do is banish you until I have an heir that can!" Harry finished strongly.
Voldemort simply raised himself from the ground and told Harry, "I can't wait."
With that, Harry's hands glowed white with a purple tinge. He then thrusted his hands forward, enveloping Voldemort in the milky whiteness. After the brightness left, nothing stood there, and neither did Harry for long as he dropped to one knee and finally keeled over.
AN: How was that? I know not a lot of explanations, but at least you know what his swords and his modifications to animagus are. More explanations next chapter, so ttfn!
Peace.