Voldemort strikes back

rufuscoperpot

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 05/02/2004
Last Updated: 05/02/2004
Status: completed

Some duel, some amazing fly on a broomstick and 30 points from Gryffindor - One shot

Chapters

1. Voldemort Strikes Back

1. Voldemort Strikes Back

Author’s note: I don’t own anything… Neither on Harry Potter, nor on the rest. It’s just a silly idea that crossed my brain last Saturday when I was discussing with a friend of mine about the motivations of Voldemort… Sorry Joanne, Sorry Mister Lucas…

Somewhere in the trio 7th year à Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry, panting, headed to the top of the highest tower of Hogwarts. He did not know how he managed to survive until then and he did not know if he would see the sun rising. Slowly, while he was having one minute of rest, the events of the preceding hours were played back.

Waking up in the middle of the night, he was unable to get back to sleep. The hair on the back of his neck were nearly hurting. A danger was close or there was something wrong around. He had made a round around the dormitory, going from window to window but he had not seen anything in the black of the night. Too nervous to return to bed, he went, alone, for a walk around the lake. And it was then, obviously, that everything had started without him noticing anything at all. He was mid-way around the lake when a horrible pain came to his scar. He had grabbed his wand fiercely and tried to stay alert despite the pain, ready to fight for his life. Thanks to the accelerated cursus he had taken with Dumbledore on occlumancy in the summer, he pushed the pain away and began to see clearly.

He saw through the eyes of his enemy… He saw the Deatheaters being introduced in the castle through a secret passage. He saw them head to the Gryffindor tower, enter the common room and head to the boys and girls dormitories. He saw the Deatheaters coming back pushing the student in front of them. Hermione was amongst them. Bravely, she looked into her ennemy’s eyes ust before yelling:”it’s a trap Harry”. He saw Ron… as immobile as a salt statue, floating behind one of the Deatheaters. He knew that Ron was not dead but probably stupefied. Then through the eyes of his enemy, he saw everybody move to the exit of Gryffindor common room, probably to be headed toward the secret passages. Then the vision blurred. Harry ran… He had never run so fast for so long. Thanks to the quidditch training (how he was gratefull now for all the hard work the different captains of the team had made him work through), he was at the gate the time to say “hocus pocus”.

He had his wand at the ready. Then he started his slow, too slow for his taste, progression in the castle, to the Gryffindor common room. At each turn, he peeked around to avoid being caught like a deer in the beams of a car.

After several minutes of slow progression, he met his first adversaries. They seemed to wait for him. Several furious hexes went his way, crashing in to the walls near where he was standing. Eventually, he replied, taking aim carefully and took his two adversaries down. That’s when he saw Hermione and the other gryffindors led by none other than Draco Malfoy passing by, a short distance away. There were several slytherins around them, guarding them, herding them, avoiding any attempts of escape. He tried to follow, but couldn’t. Just behind the group of student, the Deatheaters had made a well-covered line. Soon, it was not possible for Harry to go further. Everywhere he wanted to go, there seemed to be some Deatheaters… Everywhere? No… One way was free. As he didn’t have any other choice, he took it.

Soon, he was in a room bathed by the moonlight. And in a beam of moonlight shining through an only window, was his worst enemy: Lord Voldemort himself.

Somewhere else in the castle, Draco Malfoy was, at last, separated from the group of Deatheaters led by his father. He had to play the part of the mean guy once more and he hated that. Of course, his father had not let him choose which part he wanted to play until now. Somehow, he had the possibility to speak with a roaming ghost he had never seen before. It was the ghost of a young girl. He had simply said: “Gryffindor is in trouble… Wake the other house up”. But after that, the voice of his father had echoed in his ears, asking “To who do you speak Draco?”. Fortunately for him, Moaning Myrtle was gone through the wall. Could she make something? Draco was not really sure of it.

Then his father gave him the order to lead the student outside through the main gate of the castle. And the Slytherin students had begun to herd the Gryffindors. At the main gate, however, things didn’t turn out the way they should have been for the slytherin students. At once, the one who was leading them turned around and tell them:

“Enough of this… Drop your wands, all of you, before it’s too late”

Some had obeyed, more from the habit of obeying than other things. Others had a small smirk on their lips and others had laughed. Until all hell break loose and there were hexes and curses flying everywhere. All the slytherin students were disarmed and inoffensive.

The gryffindors didn’t know where to look or where to go… The students from the other houses seemed to congratulate Draco on his way to handle the situation. Hermione went to Malfoy who was suddenly very interested by his shoes.

“I heard you and Moaning Myrtle… Thank you…”

“You’re welcome… If I can be of use for something else?”

“Well, if you could just enervate Ron”

“Oh, Ok…”

Malfoy went to Ron, enervate him with a wave of his wand. But Ron’s first move was to put his hand around Malfoy’s neck and to squeeze… And he would have succeeded if Hermione didn’t stop him saying that Malfoy saved them. Then, leading the students, they decided to seek shelter in the quidditch pitch, a place that could be easily defended.

Meanwhile, in the dark room, Harry and Voldemort were face to face, fighting with their eyes. Nobody ever knew who launched the first blow but suddenly, curses and counter curses were flying in every direction, creating holes in the walls, the floor and the ceiling, shaking the castle on its foundations. Harry was clearly disadvantaged. Suddenly, as Harry was in a very tricky situation, Fawkes, Dumbledore’s phoenix, appeared out of nowhere and gave Harry Godric Gryffindor sword. Seing this, Voldemort opened his own wizard robe and took a sword too.

“Two can play that game young Potter…”

Soon the battle was raging. It was the most hounded fight everyone had ever seen. Each blow was avoided or paraded. Harry had for him his years of quidditch and his seeker reflexes. Voldemort had for him his science of the fight and his experience at this. The blade clashed together, sparks flying everywhere… The two adversaries turned, attacked and ducked. Then Voldemort decided that it was enough. He held his sword with one hand and with the other, he grabbed his wand and started to send objects flying to Harry who was having a hard time to avoid them on top of the sword blows.

Soon, Harry was forced to withdraw and to exit the room through a hole in the wall. As soon as he was outside, he ran. Voldemort was on his heels. Panting, he climbed the stairs to the top of the highest tower four by four. It was there that he was now, catching his breath for a fight which will continue as soon as his enemy would show up.

From a distance, Harry saw the quidditch pitch. Curious thing, there were students in the pitch and some of them were flying around on broomsticks. Surely, there cannot be a quidditch match going on at this time of the night.

Hermione, Ron and the other students were all in the quidditch pitch. And, to no one amazement, Hermione came up with the idea of the most experimented students patrolling above the pitch to prevent any intrusion. And as it was her idea, she took a Nimbus 2001 who would never again be supporting the weight of a slytherin. She was not at ease on a broomstick but didn’t complain.

Suddenly, from the top of the highest tower of the castle, explosive lights came… A bit like if powerful hexes were thrown.

Voldemort had reached the top of the stairs. The fact that it was impossible for him to apparate on Hogswart’s grounds was a bit annoying to him but it was a detail. His enemy was upstairs. Already weakened by the beginning of the fight. Just the job to finish…

The battle continued, fierce, explosive, screaming bloody murder. Harry and Voldemort were exchanging blows with a terrifying power in them. Harry had his wand drawn and he tried too to put some obstacles in Voldemort’s way. But Voldemort was able to anticipate his every move or to counter them before it annoyed him. Harry was loosing the battle and he knew it. And then it was the end. With a slight move of the arm, Voldemort just had Harry’s hand neatly cut, just above the wrist. Harry was with his back toward the void surrounding the tower. He lost his balance and fell over the top. With his valid hand, and with a seeker reflex, he grabbed a flag pole that was there.

Voldemort was above him, waiting to give the final blow. Harry had all the suffering from his hand on his face. He raised his eyes and yelled

“Why?”

Voldemort looked at him, seeming to see him for the first time.

“You want to know why? Young Potter? Well, I’m going to say it to you… Harry, I’m your father…”

“You liar!!!”

“Search your heart, son…”

“Noooooooooooooooooooooo”

At this moment, Harry’s hand lost its grip on the flag pole and Harry began his last trip toward the ground, at full speed. The sun was rising

In the quidditch pitch, Hermione had not lost one second of what was happening on the top of the highest tower of the castle. She saw Harry fell over, grabbing the flagpole and then, one minute later, letting it go and falling falling falling… She heard Harry yelling a loud “noooooo” in her ears but also in her head and in her heart. She only listened to her Gryffindor bravery, she leaned on the broomstick and launched herself toward Harry, toward the man of her heart. She didn’t listen to the words of Ron and Malfoy saying that Harry was doomed and that she would be too if she went that way.

Never had anyone seen a broomstick flying so fast. Had Hermione been following a golden snitch, she could have caught it within a second. She heard Harry’s cry while he was falling like a stone. She leaned some more on the broomstick, trying to gain the necessary amount of supplementary speed. She was sure that she could catch Harry before he went crashing on the ground. She was also sure that this would be the last thing she would be able to do because there was no way to avoid the tower wall at such a speed. But she accelerated anyway. She was only a blur now…

At two meters from the ground, Harry, still crying in his fall, was caught by something he had not seen coming. Something that was faster than him… And curiously, now, he was not falling anymore… But he was going very very fast.

She did it… She had made the impossible again… She had caught Harry and she had avoided crashing into the wall. She was not sure how it was even possible but she had made it. And now, she was flying away from the tower at the same speed… She looked at Harry for a second and whispered “I Love You Harry”…

Somewhere above him, Harry heard someone yelling

“POTTERRRRRRR !!!!”

Harry jumped in his seat. The vapours simmering above the cauldron had made him sleepy and a very angry Severus Snape was towering him…

“30 points from Gryffindor for sleeping in my classroom”

Never again would he look at “The Empire Strikes Back” two days before school restart… Never…

The End…

Author's note : for the readers who care, I didn't give up on Love is in the Heir... It's just hard to write more things on a story that is already written... Anyway, it should come soon...