He finally finds the power to knock the demons off his best friends, though it is much too late. He points his wand directly at the group, and after casting a binding spell, he shatters the demons. Their beastly forms explode, and they cease to exist. The larger demon elevates back to the earth with ease, but Harry does not care to notice this. He looks at the butchered bodies of the two most important people in his life, and he gags at the sight.
"Voldemort," Harry adverts his eyes from the bodies to the one demon. Its lips curl into a smile.
"Harry Potter. You are quite a fool. Did you honestly think I would allow you to keep them?" The demon shrieks and bellows in laughter, which makes Harry cover his ears. His skin quakes, but when he opens his eyes, he realizes the entire earth is quaking beneath his feet. He stumbles and falls near the bodies of his best friends, their blood on his hands. He falls back in horror, quickly and shakily wiping their blood on the grass beneath him.
"They weren't apart of this." Harry screams, his eyes searching for the demon, "It was just me."
"You'll get your turn."
Harry scrambles to his feet, trying to hold his balance while the earth shifts and shakes. The towers on the quidditch pitch crumble and fall. Smoke piles into the air, and clouds roll in from the south, dark and monstrous. He grips his wand painfully tight, so that his knuckles turn white. He feels lightheaded and nauseous from the loss and sight of so much blood.
He falls to the earth for his knees can no longer hold his weight. He presses his cheek into the dirt, silently praying for the abhorrent monster to burn in hell where it belongs. His glasses are crooked on his face, one eye is blurry while the other sees clear. Rain begins to fall gently at first, but soon it pelts violently into his back. Hooded figures apparate to the disaster, and their popping noises cause his ears to twitch and bleed. Hundreds circle him and the demon, and he closes his eyes to will everything away.
"Stand Harry Potter." The demon Voldemort's voice is loud and booming in the disaster. His cheek vibrates on the earth, for it continues to shake, but it suddenly stops, and the only noise is his harsh breathing and the heavy rain. He struggles to his knees, then to his feet, holding his wand outright.
"Harry Potter, I have long awaited this day where you will bleed before me, and beg for mercy. I dreamed of nothing but your cries and the anguish on your face when you see your friends die before your very eyes. There will be satisfaction when I rip the lightening bolt scar from your forehead, and hold the flesh in my hands while you die at my feet. Today marks the start of the rest of my everlasting life."
Harry squints at the demon who grins maliciously. The demon runs his elongated tongue over its fangs. The hooded figures advance on Harry, and he holds his wand high in the air.
"Stay away from me." Harry yells, and the hooded figures stop momentarily, "Where are Hermione and Ron?" Harry searches frantically for the bodies of his best friends, which seem to have disappeared.
"Behind you." Demon Voldemort is infront of him now, his black eyes peering deep into Harry's soul. He motions for Harry to look, allowing him one last glance at their deformed bodies. Harry turns and utters a small cry, for their corpses are elevated, and two Hooded figures bind their arms and bodies together. Hermione lays across Ron's chest, half her hair torn from her scalp, and one of her eye sockets empty. A chunk of Ron's stomach is missing, and that's where the figures place Hermione, as if she completed him.
Demon Voldemort thrusts his nails through the small of Harry's back. Voldemort then digs into the flesh of his scar, tearing it from his forehead. Harry's mouth falls open wide to utter a scream, and his pupils dilate at an alarming rate. Voldemort then pulls his nails from his back, sending Harry forward. Harry falls to his stomach, his glasses break completely when he comes into contact with the earth; the shattered glass imbedding into his cheek. Blood seeps and soaks his already torn shirt and the dirt he lays on.
Give up. He will win. You can't win now. It's already over. You've already lost anything that was of any worth to you. You're failed. What you've prepared for all your life you've failed at. It's over. Close your eyes. It's over.
The words swirl in his mind, and no mental force he built up is strong enough to cast them out. He squeezes his eyes shut, and ignores the strange voice inside him.
"No," Harry opens his eyes. He clutches his stomach, blood oozing through his dirty fingers as he comes to his knees, his entire body losing strength quickly. His forehead throbs in pain, and his heart pumps five times faster than normal. He keeps his eye closed, for blood pours from his forhead over his eye and into his open mouth. He gropes the grass for his wand which fell from his grasp when he fell. Demon Voldemort grips his upper arm and hoists him up, bringing him close to its venemous mouth.
"It's over."
"For you it is." Harry gasps, and takes his wand, speaking the spell Hermione taught him; the only spell that he knows can kill Voldemort. He closes his eyes as he pushes his wand through the demon's chest, speaking the words repeatedly.
"[Kill the demon. Let it rise in hell.]"
He then bites the demon's shoulder, digging his teeth deeply into the rough outer flesh. His crimson blood and the demon's pour into his mouth, and the bitter taste disgusts him, but he continues to drink the blood, letting his own mingle with the demon's.
"[When this is over, life begins anew. Kill the demon. Let the evil be done.]"
"Let it be complete."
Harry doesn't hear the cries of horror from the hooded figures, nor the last wail of demon Voldemort as the blood runs down its shoulder and on Harry's chest. Harry leans fully against the dying demon, with no more strength to stand. They fall to the earth, and Harry descends into oblivion.
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Author's note:
One more chapter after this.
Also, I have the words of the spell in the []'s because I had it translated in Latin, and the latin translation for
it was quite horrible, so I left it in english.