Dark Love

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  • Published: 15 Jul 2014
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Did You-Know-Who really die? Or, did he fake it, plotting the biggest war the world, Muggle or Witch/wizard has ever known? Dramione ship.

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11. Voldemort POV

Crack! I glance toward the noise of the sound. Harry and the rest of the D.A. had shown. "Why, it's Harry Potter! I was beginning to think that you wouldn't show."

"What do you want, Voldemort?" Growled Harry. "Give me Hermione."

I tutted. "Oh, Harry, are you mistaken! I thought you would have figured it out by now. I want to duel. You can't just storm my place, take the girl, and leave. It's a package deal also. You get both Draco and Hermione or neither. We duel to the death." I paused for emphasis, letting the words sink in. "It will be you against me. I would hate to spill precious wizard blood by unleashing my Death Eaters on your followers. Besides, tis more fair. We outnumber you ten to one.

"So do you accept the duel? Yes? Good. Now, stand right here. Good." I position ourselves halfway between my and Harry's followers. "First, we bow. Ah, I remember telling you this so many years ago... Your fourth year, wasn't it, Harry? Yes, bow. Good. Now, take our positions..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expellarmis!"

Bolts of red and green light met, fusing gold where they met. Harry and my wands' started playing, moving the gold dangerously close to my wand. I have experienced what happens before; I won't let it happen again. I focus on sending the gold to Harry's wand, and watched, entranced, as the gold sparks did my bidding.

The force of the spells knocked Harry backward, and I laugh as he lands flat on his back. I walk over to him and kick him-hard-in the gut. "It's over, boy. Eighteen years of fighting you, and now it's over." Strangely, he seemed willing of his death. "Avada Kedavra."

Harry grinned back at me, very much alive. (why can't I kill him? This is getting very old.) Harry waggled his eyebrows at me and got back to his feet.

"You should be dead. Why aren't you dead? You have escaped Lord Voldemort thrice!"

"You're not the only one who knows how to create Horcruxes. We'll fight again, Lord Voldemort. Be ready." With a loud crack, he and the rest of Dumbledore's Army were gone.

So Harry has a Horcrux. He knows I have one. Fine. Let's play, boy. Game on.

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