--Interlude->
OK, in the reviews people want more description and stuff so I'll try to work on that from now on. I'll also include a bit about the Silvered-World as it looks like I didn't explain it too well.
Anyway, the orb or Silvered-World is like a sort of mirror except it's caved in on itself, that's what gives it the strange spherical appearance. The Silvered-World reflects whatever part of the world it is attuned too the quality of the reflection, however, depends on the quality of the orb. Harry's orb, which was sent to him by Gringots after its previous owner died, is of quite a low quality. It's attuned to reflect Hogwarts but doesn't do the job very well. It can only reflect things that have been around for a very long time, after a building has been around for a couple of hundred years it become part of the scenery. This is a sort of an explanation as to why the orb only reflects Hogwarts and none of its contents. Unlike a normal mirror you view the orb by entering a smaller reflected world it creates around you. The Voldemort reflection that appears inside the orb is a manifest (collection of) all the fear people associate with Voldemort.
I hope that's cleared a few things up, don't worry if it doesn't make too much sense its just an idea I'm toying with.
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--Chapter V->
Harry waved his wand angrily at the silver mist that clung to the walls and floor; after a short journey he had arrived back where he started. He glanced up at the ceiling, bewitched to be transparent, shimmering colours played across its surface. The ceiling was either broken, which Harry doubted, or even more bizarrely but perhaps more probable there was just no sky to look at. The mist seemed to be gathering, a bad sign, turning to face a passageway the boy wizard set off in an another unknown direction.
After a few minutes of stoically plodding onwards his spinning mind returned to Hermione, he tried to calm himself, just a little while longer and he'd find her. He'd find her, unharmed and ready to leave, she'd probably nag him about taking so long to meet up with her but strangely he didn't care, he looked forward to it. Laughing to himself didn't ease his mood, it sounded strained and elongated to his ears. The false mirth echoed down the corridor and took on new forms, he spun wand held forwards like a rapier but nothing was there, only mist. It was gathering he realised, gathering rapidly. Turning back to continue on his way he almost collided with a large, cold and stern faced gargoyle. With a clatter his glasses fell to the ground. Biting back a yelp he dropped to the floor to look for the newly broken spectacles. He fixed them with a quick spell then stopped, Hermione had taught him that spell - without her he wouldn't be half the man he was. Man? Since when had he been a man, it was always the boy who lived, or the boy on the quiditch team or just plain boy to the Dursleys.
He pulled himself into a standing position using the gargoyles clawed feet, for a second he looked at its face. Recognition suddenly jolted through him, Dumbledore's office was near here! He turned and ran towards the head masters door, he didn't know why he raced towards the grand stone room, it was just an idea, a whisper of an idea, a whisper of hope?
Hermione stood as though held up by strings, she swayed slightly on her feet staring out of blank glassed-over eyes. With a sharp gesture in her direction the Voldemort Reflection sent her sprawling head over heals to the floor. She gasped, releasing the gulp of air she had been clinging to. At least, she thought to herself, at least he's letting me breathe again. With another idle gesture she was sent sliding into the nearest wall.
Harry continued to speed down the corridor, as he ran images flashed into his mind, Hermione falling from a great height; Hermione struggling for breath; always Hermione, always danger. Each of these images came hand in hand with a lancing pain through his scar. At first the horrific pictures and blinding pain had caused him to stop but now they fuelled his determination, each blast of searing picture and fire added more footfalls to his pace. The entrance to Dumbledore's chamber lay ahead, it was open wide and pale blue light wafted outwards mingling with the mist.
Harry crashed through the half-open doorway, ready to unleash hell and brimstone. Hermione floated about a few meters above the floor, the blue light seemed to be focused around her, she looked down at Harry but didn't see him - was she asleep? Or was it worse than that?
"Potter, Potter, Potter," He Who Must Not be Named walked into view with an evil smile splitting his face. Rows of sharpened crystalline teeth glittered at Harry as the reflection spoke. "Ever the foolish hero Potter. Your morals and human attachments make it insultingly easy for you to be manipulated. I will not fail this time, you should have discarded the girl long ago."
"I've beaten you more than once before." Harry's voice settled into an icy threatening tone he never new he had. He was cold he realised, cold to the world there was no happiness or joy only purpose.
"Wrong Potter, you've beaten Voldemort many times," The glass skinned creature winced at its use of the name. "But you have only beaten me once, on that night, the night when Voldemort was at his strongest; that was the only time he deserved to use my name."
"Let her go." Harry raised his wand threateningly gritting his teeth with the possibility of deadly combat. He Who Must Not Be Named either ignored Harry or simply didn't here. The creature was mad with rage and hatred.
"Voldemort found me here, you see, there's nothing special about this orb; though it was the first I found. I began to gather here: every nightmare, curse or made up title involving Voldemort is a part of me - every new fear adds to my strength. But, but I must still obey him!" The reflection stopped ranting and stared directly at Harry. "Now we must fight Potter, we must fight and I will finally prove that I am better that you, better than Voldemort and better than the world!"
"This is insanity either step down or die!" Harry took a step forwards face blazing angrily.
"A gift for you Potter," He Who Must Not Be Named lurched forwards and grabbed at Harry's face. I his other hand he held Hermione's book of spells. The creature muttered some sort of spell and the words flew in torrents from the book to Harry's already troubled mind. Staggering backward Harry felt his knowledge swell, new words tumbled into his mind and old words gained new meaning. His back brushed against the wall stopping him from going any further. "Now, let us duel on equal terms boy wizard." Unannounced five darts made from flame danced from the reflection's right hand. Harry saw them and slashed the air vertically with his wand accompanied with the correct words a pillar of ice rose from the floor, the darts smashed into it harmlessly. Both of them circled the floating form of Hermione bathed in a weird blue glow they sent spells racing backwards and forwards.
Harry panted heavily, he had no idea how long he'd been fighting the creature. He glanced across at Hermione worriedly, he was almost certain she was fine, but for how long? Sprawling across the floor he dodged a flapping mess of green fire that had just been summoned by his opponent, tacking quick but careful aim he obliterated it with one of the many spells the reflection had 'given' him. Gathering himself from the floor Harry walked warily around the outside of the room. Although there was no furniture there seemed to be an infinite number of places his attacker could be hiding in. Edging forwards, keeping as close to the wall as he could Harry suddenly froze. An icy hand gripped his shoulder, it spun him around roughly, coming face to face with He Who Must Not Be Named. "It seems that you have lost, Potter." An arched finger hung inches from Harry's face. "But, before I kill you I must destroy you," The finger moved to point at Hermione at the same time the hand digging into his shoulder swung him around to watch. "Any spell you use at this range will destroy us both, but before you think about it, I will destroy her with my last breath. You see Potter, you have failed, I win." Harry's brain raced, he sifted through all the new knowledge swimming inside him. There was nothing, the book had focused heavily on attack at long range, this close it was useless. The book! He saw it from the corner of his eye, it lay discarded on the floor, empty but not quite useless.
"Accio! Book!" Whether it was need or just luck Harry didn't know but the book raced forwards screaming towards him. The reflection turned, serpentine eyes narrowed in a mixture of suspicion and hate. The book, with a jerk of Harry's wand, slammed into the creature's face. The vice like grip on the young wizard's arm went limp for a second and he rolled backward scrabbling into a crouch. All around him, echoing off the barren walls, was the tinkle of broken glass. His eyes reluctantly turned from Hermione to He Who Must Not Be Named. Where the creature's face had been were shards of smashed glass, sticking out at odd angles. The book lay on the floor amongst a dusting of shrapnel.
"You have not one Potter," the voice oozed from everywhere, no longer coming from the creature's mouth. But its words however ominous were untrue with a final step the mirror-skinned beast fell to the ground. Harry stood, eyes set like a statue, cold and stony.
"You say you are made of the fear and hate people posses for Voldemort, that every time someone speaks his false name you grow stronger." Harry spoke like a robot while tacking measured backward steps. "There is one more thing people say about Voldemort… the boy who lived always lives, the boy who lived always wins." With out fear, hatred or remorse Harry unleashed one last spell on the evil lying half-dead before him. "Avada Kedavra." With a sound like a bottle being crushed under foot He Who Must Not Be Named collapsed into a million crystals of cold glass.
Hermione gave a gasp and fell; her voice shattered the silence in Harry's heart more effectively than the spell had shattered the beast. He caught her easily in his arms as she fell; he felt he had a new strength as she clung to him…
--End Chapter V->
The next chapter should be the last, hope you enjoyed this one.