Harry Potter and the Folly of Dumbledore

Sorry for the long wait between chapters, but I haven’t got this chapter back from my beta yet, so it is edited only by me.  If anyone would like to be my beta please contact me on my email (h-hr-4eva@msn.com), and I will consider you.

Maddison

I’m not J K Rowling (and who would want to be, after the last two books) and
I definitely don’t own Harry Potter.

Chapter 6
The Fallen Hero

Harry Potter was vaguely aware of where he was he knew he was walking and he knew that his wounds had been cared for, to some extent. He was brought the large circular room that he had seen once, three weeks ago. He noticed the death eaters filling the room as he was led to the dais where Voldemort was standing ready for battle. “Harry how nice of you to join us,” Voldemort smirked. Harry didn’t respond as he had long since stopped responding to Voldemort’s taunts. Voldemort grabbed Harry by the arm and the death eaters bowed returning to their spots. He laughed softly in Harry’s ear and said, “You’ll be with your mudblood mother soon.” Harry showed no response to the taunt something that one Severus Snape did not fail to notice.

“My Friends!” Voldemort exclaimed. “Today is the day we have all been waiting for! We attack London!”

A great cheer flew threw the death eaters.

“And make a fool of the muggle-loving fools’ hero!”

Another cheer rose from the death eaters.

Voldemort lowered his voice and hissed, “Of course the only real way to do that would be to really fight the boy, but we all know he’s in know condition to actually win, so I present you Potter, your wand.” He held out the wand to the boy that showed no emotion, when Harry didn’t take it he placed it into Harry’s pocket and smirked.

“And now let us begin our rein of terror!”

The death eaters apparated to London. The muggles screamed at the sudden appearance of these cloaked figures. One threesome of muggles stopped in their tracks as they witnessed the mayhem the cloaked figures were causing with little pieces of wood and their eyes widened in disbelief. The disbelief grew even more as other wizards and witches appeared to fight the ones causing mayhem. A full scale battle was beginning and it appeared as if the magical world would not be secret for much longer, it is simply not possible to obliviate the entire world, and muggles have their own special way to make sure the entire world sees an event, it’s called the television.

Hermione, Ron, Ginny, stood with wands out fighting off the death eaters from getting a group of little children, the order had not wanted them involved, but when they learned that it could possibly be the last time they would ever see Harry alive, they could not be kept from the battle.

“Hermione duck!” Ginny yelled as a red light shot close to Hermione’s head, the older girl ducked, showing her appreciation to the younger one with a simple nod of her head as she sent of her next curse.

“Ron watch the one to your left!” Hermione warned, as a death eater approached on her friend’s left.

“Thanks Mione!” He called as he shot a spell towards the death eater. Their fighting continued until the chiming of the clock tower as it chimed noon brought everyone’s attention to the base of the clock tower, where the Dark Lord had just appeared pulling along a small, dark haired boy.

“HARRY!” Hermione screamed, causing everyone in the general vicinity to stop and look towards the tower. Harry was on the ground in front of the Dark Lord. Voldemort’s cold voice rang out through the air,

“Crucio.” Harry screamed causing everyone to stop and look towards the two.

A muggle elbowed her husband, while holding her son close to her and hissed, “That’s…that’s….”

“I know perfectly well who that is.” The man responded, his voice shaking slightly.

“BEHOLD DUMBLEDORE!” Voldemort called as he ended the curse. “YOUR SO-CALLED SAVIOR!” His laugh rang out through the silence. “THE ONE PROPHOCIZED TO BE MY DOWNFALL!”

“How did he know about that!” Hermione hissed to Ron.

“I don’t know, Mione,” He responded.

“TODAY I WILL FULLFILL THE PROPHECY, DUMBLEDORE! AND YOUR ORDER WILL FALL!”

Dumbledore stood their rooted to his spot his eyes wide with astonishment.

“YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY DUMBLEDORE! NO LAST WORDS FOR YOUR FAILED SAVIOR!”

“Let him go Tom. He has done nothing.” Dumbledore said his voice cold and emotionless.”

“OH, BUT HE HAS DONE EVERYTHING NOW WATCH AS YOUR SAVIOR DIES!”

Harry had gotten to his feet, with a new strength that had come with the sound of Dumbledore’s voice; he was drawing his wand as a death eater shouted, “MY LORD WATCH OUT!”

Voldemort spun on his heel to see Harry standing there with his wand halfway out of his pocket. He smirked, “I don’t think so Potter, AVADA KADAVRA!”

“HARRY!” Several voices rang out as the green light flew towards Harry Potter. It hit him in the chest and the green light turned to gold, blinding everyone in the area, when the light cleared the only thing left of Harry James Potter was a smoking pile of ashes.

“NOOOOOOOOO!” Several female voices rang out, some of which being, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, and Tonks.

Voldemort smirked triumphantly and pointed his wand upward, “Morsmordre!” He hissed as the dark mark shot into the sky. “My work here is done.” He apparated along with his death eaters triumphant.

When they were gone several females fell to the ground sobbing, “He can’t be gone, he can’t be d-d-de-dead!” Hermione wailed.

Dumbledore walked up, “Come children, I’m afraid there is nothing more we can do.”