Post by punklil007 on Aug 9, 2005 17:26:28 GMT -5
Chapter 22: The last word
"Now Potter." Voldemort stalked towards him and Harry's scar pulsed painfully against his temples, "So Meet again. And in my favor. You are alone and friendless and wandless too I see. Convient." Harry slowly lifted himself up, trying not to throw up the little food he had, had in the last 24 hours. He carefully reached behind him for his wand. Voldemort laughed, the high cold laugh that had haunted Harry's dreams for 16 years and flicked his wand so Harry's wand flew into his empty, outstretched hand, "Nice try Potter. Now I will finish you. At least your pitiful mother was not alone when she died. She had you, which isn't much to say. But you are absolutely alone. Alone and about to die."
"Think again." Someone screamed. Harry looked around and through the dizzy haze that blinded him he saw a tall black haired girl walking casually into the room, wand raised. Voldemort screamed a dreadul, pain reaking scream and Harry's head filled with unberable pain.
<stop. make it stop.> he tried to tell Flora.
<close your mind. He-.> Flora's voice died away. Harry no longer felt the connection. Then an extremely faint voice in his head said, <He and I are strictly bonded by...he's killed so many people and feels no remorse...he's taking over our...connection...don't stop believing Harry...>Harry felt everything from his mind go blank, everything disapear. The world was black and spinning and he was...opening his eyes. The room was coming back into focus. A girl with jet black hair and deep eye sockets stood over a kneeling man who was wailing and cowering before her, screaming and agony. Harry felt his scar burning on his forehead as the man continued to scream. It was only then that he realized that he was screaming as well. He shut his mouth and it took effort as if someone had super glued it shut but the screaming continued. Harry made a move to get up but the girl hissed,
"Don't move Harry." How did she know his name? He was sure he had never seen her before...then it came to him. It was Flora. Flora who could speak to him through their minds. Flora whom he had kissed. Flora who had spoken her last words through their minds moments before. Or had it been moments before? SHe could no longer speak to him. There was no more connections between them. Voldemort had severed it. Voldemort...
was wailing at Flora's feet screaming and wailing while Flora stood with absolute calm, her eyes closed, her wand held out in front of her.
"NO!!!" Voldemort was screaming, "NO!!!" Harry didn't understand. He didn't think Voldemort was human enough to feel pain but he was clinging to himself and his eyes were rolling so he could've been under the cruciarist curse.
"Flora."THere was a sniff behind Harry and through his mental daze he saw a figure rize from somewhere behind him.
"Mum." Flora didn't open her eyes but if she had her eyes would've been as icey and cold as Proffesor Snapes had ever been. Her voice conveyed the hatred that only a murderous, sick, cruel rat deserved. Bellatrix made no move to help her master. Her eyes were fixed undontingly apon her daughter. She wasn't wailing or yelling like Voldemort but her face was screwed up in agony. Harry supposed the connection of her mind and her daughters was effecting hers too. Flora took her wand off Voldemort but he continued to scream. She pointed it at Bellatrix.
"No...you don't know what your doing...I'm your...your..." Bellatrix looked wildly around for her wand which gave Flora enough time to lazily huff out,
"Stupify."Bellatrix crumpled and fell to the floor. Voldemorts screams rang off Harry's temples. He closed his eyes. He wanted it to stop, to end, for Voldemort to be gone.
"Harry!" He opened his eyes and found himself nose to nose with Flora. She knelt next to him, her hands resting gingerly on his shoulders.
"What-uh-hu..."he stuttered confused.
"We have to get out of here. Volde-" There was a high pitched cackle from somewhere to Harry's right and he looked up. Voldemort had struggled to a standing position and was holding his wand aloft at the pare of them. Flora slipped something into Harry's back pocket.
"Potty and Lestrange sitting in a tree...how touching...never thought you were quite his type...coming from your mother..."Voldemort panted. His wand hand wavering a little.
"My mother might have been a low life murderous cow but at least she was loyal to you." Flora said calmly, without a hint of anger in her unwavering voice.
"Loyal?" Voldemort spat, "LOYAL???You no nothing of betrayel girl-"
"I know my mother left me for you and that's as bad as it ge-"
"AHHH!!!" Voldemort made a slashing movement with his wand and Flora rolled away from Harry as the spell broke them apart and Harry sprawled backwards on the ground. From the place where Harry sat propped on his elbows, he looked for Flora. She was lying with her head amid her long black hair, her eyes closed. Keeping his eyes unblinkinly on Voldemort, Harry reached for Her hand and closed his own around it. It was still warm. He felt hope flicker somewhere inside him.
"So Potter, you really think you'll win now, do you? Just you and me? You and the dark lord, the dark lord who's..." but Harry didn't hear the rest. He pulled what turned out to be his wand from his back pocket and flailing his arm wildly he bellowed,
"EXPELIARMUS!!!"He heard Voldemort cry out in alarm and he saw his wand go flying off in the direction of the lift.
"ACIO-," but he didn't have a chance to finish because at that very moment Flora brandished her wand at Voldemorts retreating back and shouted,
"PETRIFICUSS TOTALUSS!!!"
"Now Potter." Voldemort stalked towards him and Harry's scar pulsed painfully against his temples, "So Meet again. And in my favor. You are alone and friendless and wandless too I see. Convient." Harry slowly lifted himself up, trying not to throw up the little food he had, had in the last 24 hours. He carefully reached behind him for his wand. Voldemort laughed, the high cold laugh that had haunted Harry's dreams for 16 years and flicked his wand so Harry's wand flew into his empty, outstretched hand, "Nice try Potter. Now I will finish you. At least your pitiful mother was not alone when she died. She had you, which isn't much to say. But you are absolutely alone. Alone and about to die."
"Think again." Someone screamed. Harry looked around and through the dizzy haze that blinded him he saw a tall black haired girl walking casually into the room, wand raised. Voldemort screamed a dreadul, pain reaking scream and Harry's head filled with unberable pain.
<stop. make it stop.> he tried to tell Flora.
<close your mind. He-.> Flora's voice died away. Harry no longer felt the connection. Then an extremely faint voice in his head said, <He and I are strictly bonded by...he's killed so many people and feels no remorse...he's taking over our...connection...don't stop believing Harry...>Harry felt everything from his mind go blank, everything disapear. The world was black and spinning and he was...opening his eyes. The room was coming back into focus. A girl with jet black hair and deep eye sockets stood over a kneeling man who was wailing and cowering before her, screaming and agony. Harry felt his scar burning on his forehead as the man continued to scream. It was only then that he realized that he was screaming as well. He shut his mouth and it took effort as if someone had super glued it shut but the screaming continued. Harry made a move to get up but the girl hissed,
"Don't move Harry." How did she know his name? He was sure he had never seen her before...then it came to him. It was Flora. Flora who could speak to him through their minds. Flora whom he had kissed. Flora who had spoken her last words through their minds moments before. Or had it been moments before? SHe could no longer speak to him. There was no more connections between them. Voldemort had severed it. Voldemort...
was wailing at Flora's feet screaming and wailing while Flora stood with absolute calm, her eyes closed, her wand held out in front of her.
"NO!!!" Voldemort was screaming, "NO!!!" Harry didn't understand. He didn't think Voldemort was human enough to feel pain but he was clinging to himself and his eyes were rolling so he could've been under the cruciarist curse.
"Flora."THere was a sniff behind Harry and through his mental daze he saw a figure rize from somewhere behind him.
"Mum." Flora didn't open her eyes but if she had her eyes would've been as icey and cold as Proffesor Snapes had ever been. Her voice conveyed the hatred that only a murderous, sick, cruel rat deserved. Bellatrix made no move to help her master. Her eyes were fixed undontingly apon her daughter. She wasn't wailing or yelling like Voldemort but her face was screwed up in agony. Harry supposed the connection of her mind and her daughters was effecting hers too. Flora took her wand off Voldemort but he continued to scream. She pointed it at Bellatrix.
"No...you don't know what your doing...I'm your...your..." Bellatrix looked wildly around for her wand which gave Flora enough time to lazily huff out,
"Stupify."Bellatrix crumpled and fell to the floor. Voldemorts screams rang off Harry's temples. He closed his eyes. He wanted it to stop, to end, for Voldemort to be gone.
"Harry!" He opened his eyes and found himself nose to nose with Flora. She knelt next to him, her hands resting gingerly on his shoulders.
"What-uh-hu..."he stuttered confused.
"We have to get out of here. Volde-" There was a high pitched cackle from somewhere to Harry's right and he looked up. Voldemort had struggled to a standing position and was holding his wand aloft at the pare of them. Flora slipped something into Harry's back pocket.
"Potty and Lestrange sitting in a tree...how touching...never thought you were quite his type...coming from your mother..."Voldemort panted. His wand hand wavering a little.
"My mother might have been a low life murderous cow but at least she was loyal to you." Flora said calmly, without a hint of anger in her unwavering voice.
"Loyal?" Voldemort spat, "LOYAL???You no nothing of betrayel girl-"
"I know my mother left me for you and that's as bad as it ge-"
"AHHH!!!" Voldemort made a slashing movement with his wand and Flora rolled away from Harry as the spell broke them apart and Harry sprawled backwards on the ground. From the place where Harry sat propped on his elbows, he looked for Flora. She was lying with her head amid her long black hair, her eyes closed. Keeping his eyes unblinkinly on Voldemort, Harry reached for Her hand and closed his own around it. It was still warm. He felt hope flicker somewhere inside him.
"So Potter, you really think you'll win now, do you? Just you and me? You and the dark lord, the dark lord who's..." but Harry didn't hear the rest. He pulled what turned out to be his wand from his back pocket and flailing his arm wildly he bellowed,
"EXPELIARMUS!!!"He heard Voldemort cry out in alarm and he saw his wand go flying off in the direction of the lift.
"ACIO-," but he didn't have a chance to finish because at that very moment Flora brandished her wand at Voldemorts retreating back and shouted,
"PETRIFICUSS TOTALUSS!!!"