Chapter 1, Part 4-The Trap
Not all of them were dead. That Harry knew, but the spell he had used was one Hermione had created. It conjured up a hologram of the people that you loved or the people you inspire to be. Sirius was definitely both. Harry’s godfather; just taken away from him.
“Now you’ve got no where to run, Voldemort,” Harry said still holding the cage intact as his apparitions stood guard against him leaving.
“No where,” Sirius repeated, the only one out of position. He walked around Voldemort, his own smoky wand buried in the wizard’s neck.
Voldemort cringed but he couldn’t do anything about it, Sirius was still dead, that’s what mattered. He had to keep his wand steady until the right moment came, when he knew he could make it out.
“You never thought it would end like this did you Voldy?” Sirius asked, “Trapped by a seventeen year old and a crew of smoke wizards.”
“SHUT UP!” Roared Voldemort, unwittingly loosing all focus on the scene beyond the cage; missing his way of escape. “You’re dead, Black! A blood traitor killed by his own cousin! You have no place in this world!”
“You’re wrong,” Harry said coolly. The hot-tempered, uncontrollable Harry Potter was gone now. Only Harry remained. |