The Last Days of War

As my fingers grasp around my wand I ignore the pain and try to stand. I swagger for a bit but balance myself. I get down off the table and am now level with it. "I see we are playing the hero till the end Harry," he said with a chuckle, "It'll be my pleasure to finish the last Potter off."

I crumple my face and do not let his insults get to me for I must focus. I raise my wand and whisper the 1st curse so that he doesn't hear. It hit's him dead on and knocks him to the wall. I pelt him curse after curse and the sweet taste is returning to my mouth. Before too much damage is done he springs to his feet pelting me with curses. He is obviously angry and not focusing because they are not powerful at all. A glimmer of hope is starting to appear in my mind. I must distract him. I set the bottom of his robes on fire causing him to loose all focus. I shoot the body-binding curse at him and watch, as he becomes stiff as a board. He is trapped now. There is no way he can win.

I stand over this once human life and think. How do I kill him? He's not human nor is he a spirit. He is the living dead. I had to act fast the spell was warring off; I could hear him calling for his men. The killing curse did not work, what will? A knife? I summon the knife from the table and am ready to stab when something stops me. Someone has grabbed hold of my hand. I turn and face them. It was the rat- Peter. We struggle over the knife and it falls to the floor. At once I drop to the floor, not remembering that I have broken ribs. I let out a cry but grab for the knife. I am just about grab hold of it when something slithers around me. It's that serpent. I try to move but it has already twisted around me. Voldemort and the rat both look down upon me with wide grins.

Once again I find myself in the caged room. I do not know how I have come to be here, my guess is a spell. I try to sit up but I am too weak. I roll to one side and see the blood oozing out from my wound. I know I don't have much time. I lay there on the floor thinking about my life, as it was to end in a short time. I think about my parents and how they sacrificed their lives for nothing. About Ron and Hermione how I should have treated them better. How I should have told Hermione that she means the world to me. I lay there thinking about the end when I heard a voice. "Do not wish for death," the voice said.

Great now I'm hallucinating.

"Harry you have to have faith. You can not just give up and except defeat. This is one battle you cannot lose."

"How can I do anything? For God sakes I can't even stand up."

"Find the strength that lives within you."

"I do not have anymore strength," Harry said as his world began darkening

"Do not give up! Think of what will happen."

I lay there thinking of what would happen. Tears began to flow from my eyes, and without noticing I was up off the ground standing. How could this be? It didn't matter I had to get out of here.

I grabbed for my wand and it was still in my pocket. I tried to appearate but that did not work. I tried a portkey but that didn't work either. I was frustrated and mad, how the hell was I going to get out? I walked as fast as I could to the wall and started to feel for some kind of door. 20 meters down the wall there was some sort of hinge. Hinge means door. I felt around for a knob but no such luck. I tried a bunch of spells but none worked. In desperation I slammed my fist to the wall and screamed, "Why won't you bloody open?" Perhaps it was some sick game, but the blasted door opened. I shielded my eyes from the bright light and walked out. Not even 10 paces out I came face to face with him. On his 'face' he had plastered and evil smirk in which he then threw something else at my feet. A sword?

He stood in a fighting stance telling me to come to him. I picked up the sword and realized that it was Godric's sword. Taking a wild guess I thought he had Slytherin's. He was clearly an expert swordsman. I on the other had never used a sword in my life, but I was holding him. After fighting a while he slashed the sword out of my hand causing it to fly across the room. He held the sword to my neck and said, "I could kill you now if I wanted to Harry."

"Then why don't you?" I spat at him.

"Because dear Harry I want you to suffer. And suffer you shall. As we speak my men are rounding up your friends... And I'd dear say I look forward to meeting Miss Granger," he said with a smirk.

"I swear if you-"

"You'll do what? Cry for mummy?" He laughed pressing the sword into my neck.

"Come now Harry we must greet our guest."

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