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Post by shava4 on Feb 22, 2011 13:51:53 GMT -5
Voldemort didn't flinch as the gravestone a few feet away shattered as he knew what the boy could see from behind a stone and it wasn't him coming up quietly. he was amused as they boy tried changing stones a few times and then tried throwing a spell back as he ran for another one. The DE cheered at the chase and laughed at Potter's antics, their spirits restored from the seeming resistance a few moments earlier.
But the Dark Lord had decided to finish things before too much more happened.
Moving more quietly now he was almost on the same row as Potter, soon to have a completely free shot down the very row he was hiding on. Moving suddenly flowing over a gravestone, Voldemort sighted down his wand at the boy who was facing him, hiding behind a newer stone and said quite clearly
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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 22, 2011 13:57:20 GMT -5
Harry's legs felt like rubber but he pushed on, running as fast as he could from stone to stone until he stopped abruptly. Why was he running away? All he was doing was fueling the death eaters' amusement. If he was going to die, he wasn't going to die like a coward, he was going to die like his parents: brave and facing the danger.
So he turned around, his jaw set, his chin high, and found himself a few feet from Voldemort who had crept up on him quite successfully and had his wand raised. Harry knew this was it. With less than a second to make a decision, he lifted his own and said just as clearly though a bit faster, "Expelliarmus!"
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Post by shava4 on Feb 22, 2011 14:03:39 GMT -5
Whatever he had expected, it wasn't this certainly. The two spells hit each other with a flare of sparks and in an instant a fearsome sight began as the spells held the wands connected as the middle point shifted back and forth. As he watched with amazement with the yells and shouts of the Death Eaters all around, the spells began shoving back towards Voldemort's wand. No matter what spells he shouted, no matter what he said, it came slowly backwards towards him, no feat seeming to make a difference.
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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 22, 2011 14:14:46 GMT -5
Harry's wand began vibrating in his hands and he had to grasp it with both hands to keep it from slipping through his fingers. He had never seen anything like this before but instinct told him that holding onto the connection was the only way to not die. It was while he was holding on for dear life that little balls of light started shooting from the place where their spells had collided in mid-air and those lights turned into the ghostly figures of Cedric, an old muggle man, a little old lady, and lastly his parents. Harry felt his heart beat a little faster at the sight of them floating there beside him, looking proudly at him."When the connection breaks, you have to get to the portkey" James Potter informed his son. "We can linger for a moment to give you some time but only a moment. Do you understand?"Harry nodded, unable to find his voice. Cedric spoke next. "Harry, take my body back. Take my body back to my parents."Harry was having trouble holding onto his wand, it was shaking so much at this point. He nodded once at Cedric and then turned to his mother. He could have stared at her all day but she broke the trance by saying lovingly, "let go. Sweatheart you're ready, let go!"Harry, as little as he wanted to, yanked his wand upwards, breaking the connection suddenly. The ghostly figures swarmed Voldemort and Harry pushed his legs faster than he had all evening, getting to Cedric's side in an instant and waving his wand frantically towards the fallen portkey. "Accio!" It soared towards him and he caught it in the same hand that held his wand, the other clutching Cedric's shirt and they dissapeared into nothing.
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Post by shava4 on Feb 22, 2011 15:07:30 GMT -5
The effect backed entirely into Voldemort's wand and figures began appearing. In shock and not understanding, the Dark Lord recognized all the past murders he had accomplished in reverse order. In a minute most of them has surrounded Potter and kept glaring at him saying words he could not understand. The Death Eaters watched and exclaimed as the event went on for several seconds, tho it seemed far longer to him.
Suddenly they all turned and rushed him, ghosts from the past seeking revenge and he yanked his wand up and started casting defensive spells while most of the DE began showering the area with stunning spells (tho carefully not near their master) and it was a few seconds before it was clear what had happened. The boy had escaped again.
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The snake made it's way down the hallway, silently and stealthily moving closer to it's target. It was child's play for a snake to com up out of the sewer entrance into a bathroom into the Ministry itself, only having issues with figuring out which place was the right floor. It couldn't really use the elevator system to make progress after all.
As it approached the corner it sensed one of the humans set to block it and prevent it's entrance. This was it's target and, fortunately, the stupid human was asleep against the wall where it had been waiting. Warned there would be an alarm, the snake reared back and looked at the man's arm, picking it's place before it struck hard. There was a confused exclamation as the man woke and began scrambling, but the snake was already on it's way to leave rapidly back the way it came....
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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 23, 2011 6:50:57 GMT -5
Evening was falling fast. The five members of gryffindor fifth year boys dorm were all asleep. The only difference between four of them and the fifth was that he was twitching in his sleep, a light coating of sweat covering his face, the contortion of his face indicating that whatever he was dreaming about was not pleasant.He saw a man sleeping...what a fool...he was attacking him...but then the man was awake, howling in pain and reaching for his wand...leaving quickly now was the best idea...And then Harry was awake. Sitting up straight in bed with a panic stricken expression he found himself staring into the concerned eyes of Ron. "Your father" was all he could say because he was shaking so much. Luckily Ron didn't need much more before he was off to get McGonagall.
Harry, covered in sweat, and still shaking, gave his scar a furious rub. What was happening to him?The End
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