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Chapter 12
A/N: Cliffhanger! Sorry. I know I know. Maybe I'll delete it and post these two chapters together. Anyway, thanks for all the reviews, I've gotten like 175 here. On Fanfiction.net, I've gotten like 5. I like the people here better. I should start giving reviews. It's just, I think people might take the things I say the wrong way and…yeah, yeah, It's no excuse. I'll go review after I write this chapter!
Warnings: None
Now. On to the story.
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"Harry, no!"
Hermione screamed as a golden shield materialized in front of her and the red light streaking towards her hit it and bounced off.
Dumbledore.
"Harry! Calm down!"
Harry screamed again and sent red light towards Dumbledore. As they hit the aging wizard, they vanished.
"Harry, if you do not calm yourself I will be forced to…"
"FORCED TO WHAT, OLD MAN!? Forced to hurt me?! LIKE YOU'VE DONE ALL THESE YEARS?!"
"Very well Harry. If you insist."
A second duel began, this one between Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore.
Voldemort was a mere amateur compared to Dumbledore.
The two wizards stood their ground and shot spell after spell at each other. Harry's anger had unlocked reserves within himself he hadn't know he possessed, but Dumbledore was fighting with the knowledge of a hundred years of learning. The two seemed equally matched, Harry absorbing every spell that hit him, and Dumbledore conjuring shields and dodging the curses that got through. Spells shot everywhere.
"You're no match for me, old man! You're grown complacent and weak, sitting here, in your school." Harry sneered.
"And you Harry. You've grown overconfident. You're not ready to harness all the power you're using. You'll tire. Before me, if the amount of energy you're expending is any indication."
"You have no idea what I'm capable of. For too long you've oppressed me, told me what to do, USED me for your purposes. NO MORE!"
Harry shot three curses in quick succession at Dumbledore. He blocked the first two, and sidestepped the third.
Or would have.
Harry had maneuvered Dumbledore so that he was trapped against a tree and couldn't dodge the shot.
Dumbledore took the hit, stumbled.
And fell.
"NO!"
Harry screamed, green light shooting out of his mouth and eyes.
"YOU WILL NOT KILL HIM!"
A voice materialized out of nowhere.
"You are mine, Potter! You will do as I say!"
Voldemort. Somehow he had possessed Harry.
"NO! GET OUT OF MY BODY! GET OUT OF MY MIND!"
The green light continued to stream out of Harry. Finally it tapered off, leaving Harry on his hands and knees gasping for breath.
"Professor? What just happened? What was that?"
Albus Dumbledore stood up gingerly, and approached Harry.
"I understand now. Harry, let me see your forehead."
Harry pulled back his hair to show his forehead. Pale, unmarked skin showed in the moonlight.
Harry's scar was gone.
"Professor?"
"I believe, Harry, that when you killed Voldemort, he used his connection to you to transfer his consciousness. He possessed you and used you for his own purposes. Perhaps, had you studied Occlumency as you were instructed to, this may not have happened. But that is the past. Voldemort is truly gone now."
Harry straightened and then winced. But all pain vanished as he saw Hermione laying on the ground, not moving.
"HERMIONE! HERMIONE, NO!"
Harry dashed over to where she lay and cradled her head.
"Hermione? Hermione, wake up. Please, wake up."
When she failed to respond, Harry sat back on his haunches and screamed at the sky.
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A/N: Another Cliffie. I'm SORRY! Don't hurt me! Please? I'm at my job right now so I have to be quick with the chapters. When I get home I'll write another LONGER, MUCH LONGER, chapter. I promise. At least I explained what happened! Right?
Right?
Hello?
I'm so alone.