The New Lightning Bolt

Chapter Three

The Swirl

"Malfoy?!" Harry exclaimed.

Draco just looked down at him and looked back to Voldemort. "No," Draco said sternly.

"I'll say this one more time. Stand aside, Draco," Voldemort hissed.

"And I'll say this one more time. No."

"Fine. I'll make you then. Crucio," he said as Draco doubled up in pain.

Draco let the tiniest squeak escape his lips as he didn't want Voldemort think he got the best of him. He looked at Harry and noticed he was writhing in pain too. Suddenly it ended. The pain was lifted and he gasped in air he didn't realize he needed.

"Well, this is interesting. Tell me, Harry did you feel that too?" Voldemort asked. Harry nodded slightly as he still clutched his scar. "Very interesting."

"What is interesting?" Draco demanded.

"This," Voldemort said, "Crucio." His wand was pointed at Harry and just as it hit Harry, Draco was hit with another wave of pain. It ended and this time Harry gasped for air. "See?"

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"Can't you see?" Voldemort said a bit surprise the connection to the two events weren't coming together.

Being the smart-ass as he is Draco retorted, "No dumb-ass. Can't you see he doesn't have his glasses?"

"Hold your tongue, boy. For your information it was a figure of speech," Voldemort snapped.

"No shit, Sherlock," Draco said.

"Hold your tongue, boy unless you don't want it," Voldemort said pointing his wand at Draco daring him to speak.

Draco stuck out his tongue and grabbed it. "There. I'm 'olding ma tong."

Voldemort raised his wand and muttered an incantation aiming it straight at Draco. The words couldn't be heard over the winds howling. Acting against better judgment Harry dove and shoved Draco out of the way making the spell hit him.

"What did you do that for, Potter? You nearly made me rip out my own tongue," Draco said rubbing the shoulder Harry hit.

"Because you were being a dumb-ass, that's why," Harry exclaimed red in the face, but his face fell when he realized no sound came out. "Why can't I speak?" Harry mouthed a bit frantic staring at the fuzzy Draco.

"You can't speak because you got hit by the spell instead of Draco," Voldemort smiled.

"Spell? What spell?" Harry mouthed.

"Didn't you see it. I was aiming straight for Mr. Malfoy and you being the noble person you are tried to save your friend."

"He is not my friend!" Harry mouthed as Draco spoke.

"Of course he didn't see it. How many times do I have to tell you he doesn't have his glasses," Draco said a bit agitated. Harry hearing this response nodded his head and faced Voldemort.

Harry was knocked down from his sitting position. He threw his hand against his forehead not because of his scar hurting so much, but from the splitting headache that popped up. Slowly Harry opened his eyes to see what happened and stopped midway. Everything was clear. He opened his eyes all the way and noticed everything was much clearer than his glasses ever provided.

"Now, I don't want to hear any snide remark about him not being able to see, alright Malfoy? Actually I don't want to hear anything from you." He pointed his wand at Draco and this time the spell hit Draco erasing his voice. Draco opened and closed his mouth trying to get any sound to come out. "Music to my ears," Voldemort said as he turned to a Death Eater to discuss something.

Malfoy looks like a fish doing that, Harry thought smiling.

"I do not," Draco mouthed sitting back pouting.

Yeah. You dooooo whoa...Harry thought stopping midway. Harry waved a hand at Malfoy to get his attention. When he looked at him Harry asked, Can you hear me?

Draco looked taken a back. Yeah. Can you hear me? Draco looked at Harry quizzically.

Holy Shit! I can.

How the hell is this possible?

I don't know.

I don't think we should let Voldemort know we can talk to each other mentally, Draco thought.

Good idea. Harry looked away. But how are we going to get out of here. I mean if we move from this rope we'll get sucked into the sky, Harry thought to Malfoy pretending to examine the rope around his waist.

I don't know, Draco thought to Potter pretending to examine the rope as well.

Malfoy...do you have my wand?

What?

I'm only asking because after yours broke I couldn't find mine.

You remember that my wand broke?

Yeah. I do...

Just how much of that encounter do you remember?

I remember that you picked up my wand and you were about to break it. That is it. I can't remember anything else. Tell me the truth. You wouldn't happen to have "borrowed" it by any chance would you?

No, Potter, Draco lied. I can only remember you doing wandless magic to get it back from me, He lied again trying to convince Potter.

I showed you my power?

Ouch, Potter, Draco thought holding his head chancing a glance at Potter and at Voldemort to see if he was still talking to the Death Eater. Not so loud. And yes, you did show your power to me. So what?

I really don't like to show anyone except in extreme circumstances and even after that I always erase their memories.

I think it was an extreme circumstance, Potter. I was going to break your precious wittle wand. Look at the bright side, Potter. At least I won't be able to tell anybody. You probably just misplaced it.

Shut up, Malfoy. For your information that wand is probably the only thing that is going to save your sorry little butt, Harry glared at Malfoy. He suddenly looked away and added, it was the only thing that saved me from death last time.

How touching. I heard you killed Professor Quirrell by touching him your first year and Voldemort was suppose to be living in Quirrell

Yeah. That's right.

So let me get this straight. You defeated Voldemort by touching the thing that he was living in, correct?

Correct.

So tell me why you need your wand to save yourself. Why can't you just go up to him and grab his face or something?

First things first. I can't defeat him by touching him anymore because of what happened during the Triwizard Tournament.

"Alright boys where were we?" Voldemort asked facing Harry giving him a sharp pain running through his scar. Draco and Harry drew in breath in unison.

"My Lord, would you please explain that again?" asked the Death Eater Voldemort had been talking to. He turned around and once again began to talk to him, but in a rather pissed off voice.

Do you feel that every time he is near?

What? The pain in my scar?

Yeah. That hurts.

It not only happens when we're near each other, but also when he is in my dreams. Anyways, after me and Cedric picked up the cup, or rather the Portkey, together we were transported to a grave yard, where Cedric was killed and Peter Pettigrew tied me up and drew blood from me.

Peter Pettigrew? That names sounds familiar.

Sirius Black supposedly killed him along with a couple muggles in a street. If we get out of here I'll tell you all about what actually happened. Anyways, Peter used my blood and his arm to have Voldemort rise into a stable physical form. Since they used my blood Voldemort is no longer affected by my touch.

Alright, now explain the whole wand thing.

The core in Voldemort's wand is a phoenix tail feather. The phoenix that donated it gave another...just one other.

Let me guess. You have the other wand.

Yes. I do. When two wands fight with the same core from the same animal the wands act weird. At the graveyard we dueled and our spells connected forming a sort of bubble around us. There was a ball of light that connected our wands and we tried to push the ball to the other person's wand because it would vibrate fiercely. I got the ball to his wand and it started to show his past spells like a priori incantatem. Peter's arm came out first and finally my parents. They told me to break off the spell and run for it, but Cedric wanted me to bring back his body so I did.

So your wand is our ticket out.

Basically.

Interesting. Why don't you use some of your wandless magic?

I could, but I am not sure if it will work.

"Do you have it down now, Maul?" asked Voldemort speaking in a normal tone.

"Yes, my Lord."

Draco gasped, but made no noise. Maul, he growled.

What's up?

If we get out of this I'll tell you the whole Maul situation.

"Boys," Voldemort said turning to them and clapping his hands together following up with rubbing them. Draco and Harry drew in breath once more in unison. "You are probably wondering about the storm I created and it's purpose." They nodded. "It was made to get rid of a few problems I was having, such as you," he said pointing a finger at Harry. "I was waiting for you to come out flying so I could destroy you with the storm. It is made so that it will suck basically anything unstable like people, trees, and rocks into a dimension and when I end it the objects will be crushed. It is not as complex as other ideas I had, but you always seem to screw them up." Voldemort bent down and squatted on his hams. "This time you didn't screw it up," he turned to Draco and continued, "You did."

"Tell me, Draco. How did you get out here with out me seeing you?" asked Voldemort.

Do tell, Malfoy.

Draco glared at Potter before turning to Voldemort. "I don't know," he mouthed. "Perhaps you need Potter's glasses." Smack. Voldemort backhanded Draco.

Ouch. Can't you keep your mouth shut?

"I am fed up with these games. You both are going to die, but first I think I will erase that scar off your forehead, Potter." Voldemort stood up and pointed his wand at Harry's head. This time Draco shoved out Harry out of the line of fire and Draco got hit. Harry looked over his shoulder to see Draco's stiffen. Voldemort looked too shocked to stop the incantation. Light was connecting Voldemort's wand to the middle of Draco's forehead the just below the hairline. The light beam was moving up and as it touched his hair the way it grew started to change. It was no longer going to be able to be slicked back. On the right side of the light beam the hair started to shift up and on the left it started to go downwards covering his eye. Where the beam was concentrated the most it started to swirl.

I can't move.

Remembering he didn't need his wand, Harry waved his hand and Voldemort went sailing. Draco relaxed and turned toward Harry. He saw what looked like a cowlick. The swirl in the middle of his hairline seemed to be the reason why the right side went up and the left side down.

What?

Your hair.

Draco reached up and felt his hair. My bangs. They're sticking straight up!

Only on one side.

What did he do to my hair?

Worry about your hair later, okay? Help me get rid of the Death Eaters that are encircling us.

Draco took his attention from his precious hair and noticed the advancing Death Eaters.

Throw them into the sky with me. He waved a hand at one of the closest ones and with a silver light guiding him went into the sky towards his doom.

Harry followed his example. Why didn't you tell me you could do wandless magic?

You actually have seen me do it before but you just can't remember.

When we get out of here you are going to explain everything.

If we get out.

They continued to throw the last of the Death Eaters out into the sky and relaxed.

Potter, where is Voldemort?

I don't know, but he is close.

They stiffened when they saw Voldemort walk out from behind a beam. "Once again you boys amaze me," he said pointing his wand at them. "I don't think you should try your wandless magic on me boys because the one who does I will kill the other first," Voldemort explained. "Since you just sent a quarter of my followers to their death I do believe that their disappearances leave open spots in my force. Are you boys interested?"

Harry wanted so bad to say something mean and witty to his face but since his voice was temporarily useless, he gave Voldemort the finger.

Nice one, Potter.

"Come now, Harry. You don't truly mean it, do you?" Harry held up the other finger as well. "Well, if you are going to be mean about it, why don't we break off your fingers, shall we?" Immediately Harry put them down. "I thought so. But just for your rudeness, I'll make sure you can't do magic." With a wave of his wand Harry's hands were stuck together in a sort of praying position. "I do believe that you will be the first to die if Mr. Malfoy does any magic," he said staring at Draco. "Just look at your hair."

Draco looked at Potter and Potter's eyes were on his hair as well.

Is it truly that bad?

Let's just say you are going to have to find a new hairstyle than just having it slicked back.

"What do you think Harry? I personally think it was ingenious."

Ingenious? He didn't know what the fuck was happening at the time, Draco thought to Potter while glaring at Voldemort.

Calm down, Malfoy.

Why should I calm down? He ruined my hair.

First of all he didn't ruin your hair. He would have ruined it if he turned it red. Secondly, if we are ever going to get out you need to have your hands free for as long as you can so calm down and listen to what he says and at the last second set him on fire or something.

Set him on fire? Is that the best you can think of?

I said or something.

"How about it Draco? How about a seat in the inner circle? How about making your dad proud?" Draco looked up. "I thought that would get your attention. You know Draco, I am sick of having to talk over this wind." He waved his wand and the storm stopped. All the objects that flew up there and all the people Harry and Draco sent up there were most likely dead with this simple gesture. The wind stopped allowing Harry's ears to listen to the quietness. Nothing was making a sound except Voldemort's voice. "That's better. Your father was my right hand man, Draco."

Great. Death Eater talk.

Shush, thought Draco looking intently at Voldemort.

"His loyalties were beginning to waver so I had to make a decision. I could either keep the best right hand man in social affairs I've ever had with an indecisive allegiance or I could get the second best with full allegiance. I brought it up with your father and he denied ever being doubtful about my motives, which I knew was a lie. See Draco, I don't like to be lied to. If your father would have apologized and promised never to let it happen again I would have been a little more satisfied, but you and your Malfoy pride got the worst of him. You on the other hand can learn from your father's mistake if you chose to. You can join me and together we could do extraordinary things with your power. You can learn from the best," Voldemort said looking at the confused Draco. "What do you say?"

"What if I said no?" Draco mouthed.

"Well, I really never thought of a Malfoy to say no to power."

"I am not like my father," Draco tried to say wishing he still had his voice.

"Yes, I know that. You aren't as stubborn as your dear father. But you could pass your father's power easily. It's all in your head."

Draco looked up at Voldemort hate radiating from his eyes. He slowly got up to stand to his feet and he leaned as close to Voldemort as the gold rope would let him. "Fuck. You."

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled pointing it at Draco. Draco was ready he had Potter's wand in hand and pointed it at Voldemort. He thought hard and quick of "Expelliarmus."

The wands connected like Potter said they would and once again Lord Voldemort looked stunned. Stunned? Draco was beginning to understand. As the beads of light emerged yet again for another go to the other person's wand Draco thought furiously to Potter.

Potter. I'll untie your hands and break off the connection. When I do this use all your power to Stupefy him.

Okay.

With a flick of the vacant hand Harry's hands separated. The bead of light was coming close to Harry's wand and Draco couldn't hold onto it. It seemed Voldemort new what to expect and was taking it to his advantage.

Now.

Draco tore off the connection, which the Dark Lord was not prepared for. He looked surprise in the short link because it was unlike his and Harry's. Draco raised Potter's wand and thought, "Stupefy," before Voldemort could pull another spell. Harry held both his palms to him and also thought "Stupefy."

Voldemort went down hard. Harry and Draco looked at each other. Together they had just stunned the most powerful evil wizard yet.

He won't stay like that for long, Malfoy. He is too strong. Get this rope off so we can get help.

Draco nodded at Potter and grabbed the rope thinking hard for it to release them. It wouldn't. He looked back at Potter and he too grabbed the rope and thought, but nothing happened.

Give me my wand and you get Voldemort's. When we get out you are going to pay for stealing my wand.

Draco rolled his eyes and handed back the wand. He held up a hand for the Dark Lord's and it came to him obediently. Together they tapped the wands on the rope but nothing happened.

What are we going to do?

Hedwig! She'll get help. He held a hand out towards the sky, even though he could have used his wand, and summoned his owl over. A moment later a snowy dot from the sky came gliding over to them.

Déjà vu.

What?

Never mind. Potter? How is your bird going to understand you when you can't speak?

I didn't think of that.

Obviously. Let me get some parchment and a quill and we can write a letter to Dumbledore. A second later they came flying towards him. He wrote yet another short but informative letter to him pleading him to rescue them. Harry tied the letter to the owl and Hedwig took off in a more hurry than other mail deliveries.

I think she knows we need help.

Smart bird you have there, Potter.

Thanks. Umm...care to tell me why you lied about having my wand?

I'll tell you when we get out, Potter. If you haven't noticed we still have the most crazed bastard in all of history right in front of us.

Crazed Bastard? I thought he was your master or something.

What are you talking about, Potter.

I thought you were going to become a Death Eater.

Were...is the key work, Potter. They were silent for a while. I think we should stupefy him some more. Do you think your wand and his might work together on this one?

Let's find out.

Harry raised his wand and so did Draco with Lord Voldemort's. Stupefy! they thought together. The two streams of light connected together and headed towards the limp body of Voldemort. Together they ended it.

You know, Potter, I am beginning to like his wand. I think I'll keep it.

Do you really think that the Ministry of Magic is going to let you keep the wand that killed so many?

They don't have to know I have it. He looked at Harry who was paling a bit. Don't worry, Potter. Look on the bright side.

No offense, Malfoy, but what bright side? There is no bright side to the thing that killed my parents.

Draco looked down at the wand. It too had killed his parents. This didn't kill your parents, Potter, that did, the thought pointing to Voldemort. Anyways, the bright side will be that I can't duel you...well, not by wands at least.

Fine. I won't tell, but you better put it away because here come Dumbledore and a couple of other teachers.

He did what Potter suggested and stuffed it into his robes next to Potter's cloak. He watched as Dumbledore came running towards them.

For an old dude, he is pretty fast.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy you are alright. Voldemort," Dumbledore said and looked down, "you're not. Minerva, Severus would you be so kind as to putting this," he pointed to Voldemort, "in a safe place? Be sure to use very tight ropes when tying him up." They both nodded and used their wands to tie him up. "Harry where are your glasses?"

"They're in some kind of dimension Voldemort created," he tried to say forgetting he couldn't talk.

"What? I am sorry Harry but I didn't hear you. And Good Lord, Draco, what happened to your hair?"

Draco sighed and let his head fall into his hands. It's ruined.