Harry Potter and the Alucinor Dicio

28. Chapter Twenty Eight






Disclaimer: I don't own him. Shutting up now, and getting on with the story, lol.




Chapter 28 - Ashes to Ashes




Harry felt as though his whole world had ground to a halt. All he could see was Hermione. It was as if the edges of Harry's vision had darkened until she was the only thing he could concentrate on. He could see the twigs sticking out of her hair, the dirt on her face and clothes, the scrapes across her cheek and the gash on her arm that was bleeding profusely. And her eyes. Cinnamon pools that were pleading with him silently. Pleading that he ignore the danger to her and do what needed to be done. Harry turned away from those eyes, and the request they sent.



“I swear, Riddle! If you hurt her, I'm going to make you wish you'd never lived to be re born in the first place!” Harry's voice shook with barely repressed anger. Voldemort just sneered at him as he walked around Hermione and Wormtail.



“You think you can hurt me, Potter?” Voldemort screamed in a tinny voice. “I don't think you'll be very useful once your mudblood bitch is laying on the ground! Crucio!” Harry could only watch as Hermione dropped to the ground , writhing in pain, while Wormtail's wand still pointed at her forehead. Anger exploded in Harry's chest, as he fought to think clearly and strategize. While Voldemort and Wormtail were distracted by placing the curse on Hermione, Harry pointed his wand at Wormtail and murmured 'Adligo Magus'. A jet of dark purple shot out of his wand and hit Wormtail squarely in the back. Neither Wormtail or Voldemort noticed anything.



“ You see what you make me do to her, Potter? Just give up! Allow me to kill you once and for all, and her death shall be painless as well!” Voldemort's face was contorted with rage as he spoke to Harry.




“How about you take that bloody curse off of her, and we'll fight! Then we'll see who will live or die! What's the matter Tommy can't handle a 16 year old wizard all by yourself? Scared of me, are you?” Harry's voice, by some miracle showed no fear. It was steady and strong despite the fact that it felt like he was being ripped apart watching Hermione suffer. Harry's lack of reaction seemed to give Voldemort momentary pause, and the curse lifted at his loss of concentration.



“ You think I fear you!! You'd do well to be more careful boy! If this is how you want it then so be it. Wormtail... be prepared to kill her when I say so... I'd like Mr. Potter to be able to watch.” Voldemort's face twisted with an evil grin. He stepped closer to Harry and they both lifted their wands, assuming a dueling position.



They circled each other warily, each aware that dueling wise there wasn't much they could do to each other because of their wands connection. Harry did not quite want to reveal his new powers just yet, so they circled each other like sharks circling their kill.



“ Well, boy?” Voldemort sneered. “ I am waiting to see how you will, what was it? Ah yes, make me wish I'd never lived to be re born?” All of a sudden , Voldemort shot a Reductor curse st the stand of trees behind Harry, and branches fell down on Harry like rain. Harry managed to duck and roll, but not without receiving a fair few scrapes in the process.



“ Is that the best you have, Tommy? Fourth years can get that spell off!” Harry sneered at Voldemort, while wiping blood out of his eye.



“ Wormtail, give the mudblood another taste of pain..” Voldemort ordered over his shoulder. Wormtail, looking delighted to be of use to his Master, raised his wand and pointed it at Hermione.



“CRUCIO!” he bellowed. Hermione cringed waiting, but nothing happened. Wormtail shook his wand at her crying 'Crucio” over and over, but nothing happened. Harry sent up a silent thanks that his binding spell had gone unnoticed. Voldemort spun around, glaring at Wormtail.



“ What is the matter with you Wormtail? Can you not perform a simple task when I ask it of you!” Wormtail cowered before his Master in fear. “Crucio!” Voldemort cast the spell, not on Hermione, but on Pettigrew. Harry frantically motioned for Hermione to run, and upon seeing this, she began to creep away from Voldemort and Wormtail.



“And where do you think you're going?” screamed Voldemort as he noticed Hermione's failed attempt to escape. He released his curse, and Wormtail slumped to the ground, passed out from the pain. Voldemort reached out and slapped Hermione hard across the face. Blood spurted from her lip. “There are better ways of dealing with little mudblood bitches such as yourself than using magic!” He reached out and struck her again, harder this time, and the force of the blow sent her stumbling back. She fell into a tree behind her and as her head hit the solid object, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she slumped down, unconscious.



Harry, who's vision had been colored by red the first time he saw Voldemort reach out and lay a hand on his Hermione, had charged across the field, launching himself at Voldemort. They rolled around, each grappling with the other, before Voldemort managed to roll out from under Harry and leap to his feet.



A sudden frisson of fear crossed Voldemort's face as he realized that it was just he and Harry now, he had no faithful Deatheaters to surround himself with at the moment. Harry could not lose his focus, and had to restrain himself from checking on Hermione, he was only able to pray that she would be okay.



“ Just you and me, now Tommy! Are you ready for this?” Harry screamed at Voldemort.



“You'll never have it in you to actually kill me Potter, you're too soft! Like your father you will fight, but fail. Or perhaps you will plead like your mudblood of a mother?” Voldemort taunted Harry. Harry was aware of a great feeling of anger and pain rising up in him at Voldemort's words. That he would dare taunt him with his parents murders. Harry's vision blackened, as he no longer saw Voldemort standing in front of him arrogantly.



He saw his Father, fighting to his death to protect his wife and son, he saw his Mother, screaming, pleading for her son's life. Harry raised his wand and screamed “Compos Igniculus!”. The grass around Voldemort burst into flames, which grew so rapidly that they were almost eight feet high fueled by nothing but Harry's anger. A look of astonishment crossed Voldemort's face as the flames licked up his robes. The look turned at once into screams of pain, as Harry watched him burn.



Harry could not really see Voldemort's pain and suffering. Instead he saw Cedric's face as he was hit with the Killing Curse... Sirius falling through the veil. The flames rose higher and burned hotter. Harry saw Grawp , screaming over Hagrid's lifeless form, and Hermione's face when Voldemort had hit her. The flames had spread out to Harry now, but Harry was not effected by his own spell. Voldemort was now writhing on the ground, his flesh was starting to blacken and peel off like a layer of dirt. His screams were so loud, and Harry felt satisfaction upon hearing them.



Yes, suffer! Suffer you evil creature, you will die a death a thousand times worse than any you've inflicted. Harry had unknowingly, screamed these words aloud. Very faintly, Harry was aware of the voices of Ron and Dumbledore screaming at him to stop, that it was finished. Harry, however was consumed by a rage that would not be stopped until it had worn out. Harry did not know how long he stood there, watching the human inferno before him. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, and Harry breathed it in deeply. Finally, minutes, hours later – Harry did not know, all that lay before him was a pile of smoldering ash. All at once the flames went out, and Harry fell to his knees heavily.



Ron and Dumbledore ran over to support him. Harry was dimly aware of being grateful that they had survived, as all three looked upon the pile of ash that had been the greatest Dark Wizard of the century. Nothing was said for a moment, and Harry felt the exhaustion creeping in. He lifted his hand to point to where Hermione lay.



“ 'ermione...” was all he managed to croak out before succumbing to the darkness and passing out.


A/N: There we go! The end of Voldemort lol. Yay! I'l be updating again late Sun night or Mon morning. Only Two more chapters to go... * sniff *



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