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Whispers At Night

Cherry

Well, what can I tell you? I'm sorry for the delay. This chapter has been hard to write. Why? Because I was so happy with the first. I was…am…afraid of destroying it by posting a second chapter. But, here I am. I just hope that you'll like it.

And yes! Pheromone, My Lovely will be updated. Real life has been hard on me, but I will update it. Honestly. I will.

Well, enough babbling. I'm quite sure no one reads this anyway.

Enjoy.

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Chapter two: In the Eye of the Storm

The sight before him didn't exactly make him feel any better. There was too many Death Eaters. Far too many. Harry swore under his breath. He couldn't let his friends risk their lives like this…

He took a deep breath as he studied the small group before him. "Listen," he whispered, "this is the last chance you have to leave. If anyone of you, anyone," he repeated slowly, his eyes flickering to Ron, "has any seconds thoughts; just turn around and get the heck out of here."

Ron shook his head. "I'll stay, mate."

Harry frowned, his eyes traveling over every face in the small group. "Fine," he whispered finally. " We'll attack on my signal." He turned, studying the scene before him as he tried to recall every advice Hermione ever had given him.

"Don't get mad." He heard her voice say inside his head.

He breathed in deeply. "Now!" he bellowed.

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Should any muggle accidentally have seen the sky over the Forbidden forest, they would have thought that someone was firing fireworks from the forest. The spells kept flying, lighting up the sky in different colours: Blue, red, purple and green.

Harry grit his teeth as he fought another Death Eater. He didn't have time for this! "Stupefy!"

"Protego! Avada Ked-"

"Avis!" Harry shouted. Small yellow canaries shot out from the tip of his wand, attacking the Death Eater. "Petrificus Totalus!" He dashed off, not taking the time to see if his spell actually hit its target.

He pushed and cursed himself through the mass of people, only stopping when he absolutely had to.

He had to find Hermione.

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Hermione moaned as she lay face down into the mud, her body aching. She spluttered, spitting out some mud from her mouth. "I…hate…you…Riddle." She glared at him.

His eyes flashed red as he bent down, tapping her cheek with his wand. "I'd watch that mouth of yours if I were you, mudblood."

"But you're not," she hissed, meeting his glare with her own.

He straightened. "No, I'm not." He twirled his wand once more. "And that's very lucky for me. Because if I was, I wouldn't be able to do this; Cruci-"

"No! Stupefy!"

Voldemort flickered his wand lazily, bringing up a shield effortlessly. He pretended to yawn as the spell bounced off. "Potter," he hissed.

Harry rubbed his pounding scar with a grunt. "Let her go."

"Charming as usual, Potter." He sneered, sending of a few spells.

Harry glared, dodging the spells by leaping to his left. He raised his wand. "Confundus! Sectumsempra!"

Voldemort waved his wand, bringing up his shield once again. The spells bounced off the magical shield with a loud clang. "Crucio."

Harry quickly leaped behind a nearby rock. He panted and closed his eyes, taking a few seconds to regain his breath.

He glanced to both his left and right. He knew that the stone he was hiding behind wouldn't protect him for long. A good reducto and he would be history. He needed a plan. Preferably one that would work.

He frowned. Voldemort's shield seemed to stop whatever spell he sent at-

Harry froze suddenly. The shield was strong enough to block ever spell he sent at him but… His brows furrowed as a plan started forming in his mind.

It was a desperate plan…but it might just work.

"Potter!" Voldemort roared. "Come out, or else your mudblood filth…" he left the sentence hanging, knowing that Harry would get his drift.

Harry searched the ground quickly, his face breaking into a grin as he finally spotted a rock about the same size as his palm. He gripped it tightly before jumping onto his feet.

He leaped out from behind the large rock he'd been hiding behind. "Oi! Tommy!" he roared as he threw the stone with all his might.

Voldemort whirled around, only to see the small stone flying towards his face.

Harry lifted his wand quickly. "Reducto!" he cried. The stone exploded, shattering into small projectiles.

Voldemort's eyes widened as the small debris passed through his shield with a sucking sound.

Harry let out a loud cry of victory. "Yes!"

Voldemort hissed as the small stone-projectiles hit him, launching into his eyes and pounding his face. He sneered, wiping his now bleeding cheek with his sleeve. "I'll get you for that, Potter."

Harry kept silent, his wand drawn.

They stared at each other, red eyes meeting green in a silent agreement. At least one of them would fall tonight.

The final showdown was here. The prophesy would be fulfilled. One way or another.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Reducto!"

The both spells met in the air, canceling each other.

"Ah, smart boy. You're relying on our wands' connection." Voldemort sneered. "Don't count on being fast enough every time. Crucio."

Harry leaped to the side. "Expellimarus! Petrificus Totalus!"

Voldemort flickered his wand, once again bringing up his shield. As usual, his spells bounced off harmlessly. A second flick, and the shield dissolved.

Harry's brows furrowed. Of course, Voldemort would have to dissolve his shield, otherwise he wouldn't be able to shot any hexes himself. In other words, the only time he had a chance to hit him would be when he was in the middle of a spell. A spell with a long name.

Harry gulped. There was only one spell Voldemort used with a long name.

"Hermione!" he called, his voice betraying him nervousness.

She lifted her head with a moan.

He took a deep breath. "I just wanted you to know…I love you."

Her eyes widened in understanding. "Harry…no!" she whimpered.

"How sweet. Avada…"

That was the signal he'd been waiting for. "Reducto!"

"Kedavra!"

The two spells passed each other, side by side.

Harry smiled as his spell connected with Voldemort's chest, exploding with an sickening sound. If that didn't blast his heart into smithereens, then nothing would.

Harry didn't even flinch when Voldemort's curse connected with his own chest. He'd managed to keep Hermione safe. She would live.

His smile softened as he cast her a last glance. She was thoroughly breathtaking, even as she was covered in mud.

His knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

"Hermione…" he whispered, "I love…"

The world darkened, and Harry Potter knew no more.

Hermione propelled forward using an energy she didn't even know she possessed. "Harry! No!" she cried, stumbling on her feet. "No, no, no…" A sob escaped her lips as she tumbled to the ground.

Harry was dead. Her world had finally crumbled.

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To Be Continued…