Eye of the Snake

Eye of the Snake

Chapter 6: Revenge

Harry looked at the room he appeared in. It was very gloomy, but it was the one from his dream. He looked around and ran right into Wormtail. He didn't stop to chat.

"What are you-..."

"Avada Kadavra!"

He was halfway there. He killed the man who sold his parents to Riddle; now it was Voldemort's turn.

Harry found a large room with many people in it, all of them Death Eaters. He had forgotten his Invisibility Cloak at Hogwarts, so all the Death Eaters saw him.

They immediately cast many spells at him, and one hit Harry that made him pass out.

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"Harry? Oh, Harry? Wake up, Potter!"

Harry felt his hair being pulled very hardly. He was forced to look at Voldemort's ugly face. He noticed that he was tied to a wooden board.

"Hello, Harry, how are you?" the Dark Lord asked. "Did you think that you could get by us? You know, you really are stupid."

Voldemort put his wand on Harry's chest. "Say goodbye, Harry!"

"Wait!" Harry said. "I have a question!"

"Okay."

"With all of your 'great powerful' magic, why can't you get a better nose?"

Voldemort gaped at Harry for a while, the chance that Harry needed. He cut through his bounds using the Diffindo spell. He then punched Voldemort right in the nose, making him back up a little.

"Who gave him his wand?" Voldemort asked.

Another punch came Voldemort's way. Harry knew that if he tried a spell on Voldemort when he was so ready, Priori Inchantium would occur. It was a good thing that he had observed Dudley's fighting skill when he was younger.

"Come on, Potter, kill me!" Voldemort yelled, his nose gushing blood.

"I will!" Harry yelled, jumping on Voldemort and grabbing his neck. Voldemort snapped his fingers but it wouldn't work. Harry didn't understand: Voldemort was supposed to be a cloud of smoke by now. Instead, the two were in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort drew his wand. "It's time to die, Potter! Flipendo Extendius!"

A large blue light shot out of Voldemort's wand and went right for Harry. The light became a sheet, covering the whole chamber and knocking things down without a care. Harry was hit by it, and was sent right into the wall.

And Voldemort laughed. No matter how disgusting, cruel, or severe, Voldemort would laugh. He had a cruel, twisted laugh that would stay in Harry's head forever. He laughed when he killed Reamus and Ron. He laughed when he reformed the Death Eaters. Now, Harry wanted to take that laugh and make it his own.

"What are you going to do, Harry?" Voldemort asked. "How are you going to defeat me, the most powerful wizard in the world?"

"Like this," Harry said. He pointed his wand at a nearby shelf of prophecies. "Carpe Retractum!"

An orange light cord shot out of the wand and stuck to the shelf. Harry pulled on his wand and the cord pulled on the shelf. It toppled over, right on Voldemort.

Lots of prophecies fell, but only one shattered. It was the prophecy of Tom Riddle Jr. himself. Harry saw Sybil Trelawney appear from the mist.

"THE MAN THAT WILL BE BORN UNDER A WITCH AND WIZARD SHALL BRING GREAT EVIL TO THE WORLD! THE BLOOD OF THE MAN TOUCHING HIS SKIN WILL STOP ALL HIS MAGIC! HE WILL PREVAIL, UNLESS OPPOSED BY THE BOY WHO LIVES!"

Trelawney disappeared and Harry looked at Voldemort. "So you can't do magic when your own blood touches your skin? Huh. Diffindo Hidious!"

Voldemort's skin tore and blood seeped out.

"Coverous Goreous!" Harry chanted. Voldemort's blood gushed through his wound and covered his body.

"Avada Kadavra!" Voldemort chanted. Nothing happened.

"You can't do it, Tom," Harry said. "But you see, I think it's good for you. You've cast that spell so many times in your life, I think it's enough."

"Harry, please," Voldemort said. "I can make you powerful. Together we can bring them back. We can bring anyone back! I'm the greatest wizard in the world! Please, Harry, don't do it!"

Harry sighed and shook his head. "Sorry, Tom, but you're not. It's not what you can do with a wand, but what you choose to do. Albus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world, because of what he chooses to do with his wand. Goodbye, Tom. Avada Kadavra!"

Voldemort screamed, yet was still alive.

"Avada Kadavra!"

He was getting weaker, but still alive.

"Avada Kadavra!"

Finally, Voldemort was the weakest he could be. His wand dropped out of his hand, and Harry picked it up.

"I... won't ever... be defeated!" Voldemort said feebly.

"Yes you will," Harry said, and he shoved the wand in Voldemort's temple. The Dark Lord was dead.

2/11/05