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Chapter 49:Forgiveness And Death
Voldemort had gotten his hands on the latest Daily Prophet. The cover showed a freshly dug grave with the headline “A Fallen Hero”. He smiled a scary, disturbing smile. Everything was falling into place. He truly believed that Dumbledore was dead. It was 11 o’clock. Voldemort was going to strike at midnight. Wormtail was running out of time. He had no chance to warn Dumbledore and the others about Voldemort’s attack. It was as if Voldemort knew of Wormtail’s betrayal before Wormtail even committed the act. He was constantly watching Wormtail. Surveying him for any signs of weakness. Wormtail grew more nervous and anxious by the minute. If he didn’t warn Harry and the others, he would be breaking his promise. It was bad enough that for 15 years he had felt enormous guilt over betraying his best friend, but the idea of not making it right was almost too much to bare. The red gleamed in Voldemort’s eyes as it became half past 11. Harry was ready and waiting. He had been ready since the day he found out what truly happened to his parents. “Wormtail!” Peter turned around startled. “Yes… master?” He answered. “Where is your head at? He shall finally be killed once and for all and it seems your mind is elsewhere. GO NOW! Leave my sight. If you can’t think about our victory so close at hand instead of your stupid stomach which I heard grumble, then you’re no use to me. NOW GO!”
He screamed while Wormtail could have sworn he saw steam come out of his ears. Wormtail quickly rushed out of there at the thought of being killed from behind. This was it. The only chance he had. He tried not to look suspicious as he past two death eaters. Wormtail went as far away from Voldemort and the others as possible. He found a fireplace and quickly dug the Floo Powder out of his pocket and threw it and watched as the green flames appeared out of thin air. He put his head through them and immediately saw Dumbledore’s old face. “Peter, about time. What took you so long?” He asked. “He kept watching me. Look, he is planning to attack at midnight. We are exactly where you thought we’d be Dumbledore. Now hurry and let’s finish this already.” Peter urged. Dumbledore was surprisingly proud of Pettigrew right then and there. He knew how anxious and terrified Peter must be. And after all, he actually kept his promise to Harry. “Thank you Peter. Not worry, we shall be there shortly.” And then he closed down the channel. “Inform the others. I’ll warn Harry.” He ordered.
She left quickly and left Dumbledore alone. He concentrated very hard and he informed Harry. Harry was nervous enough without having to experience this unusual mind communication thing. “Harry, stay exactly where you are. Don’t continue until we get there. I read Tom like a book. He is exactly where we believed. Now, be ready. This is it my boy.” And in the blink of an eye Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, and the Ministry Of Magic had just apparated there. Even though Voldemort had great numbers at his command, so did Harry. But there was a difference, everyone had more determination and will to finally rid the world of this evil. Harry couldn’t help but smirk seeing this many people on his side. “Thank you for not letting Hermione and the others come. This will be a lot easier knowing there all safe at the castle.” Harry said. “No thank you Harry. For you are far more braver than I ever could be.” He replied. Dumbledore didn’t need an invisibility cloak to make himself invisible. He just did in front of Harry to create an even more element of surprise. “Everyone ready?” Harry asked everyone, which was too many to name. They all nodded and had their wands at the ready.
Then they descended and were feet away from the death eaters. The death eaters saw them approaching and in instant the place erupted with flashes of bright light as a million spells and jinxes flew everywhere. The only things that could be heard were shouts of spells, screams of pain, and sometimes the thud of a body falling to the ground dead. Harry made his way through trying to find Voldemort who was being cowardly and letting everyone fight his battle for him as he stood back and watched. Harry was keeping his own against all the dark magic and very skilled witches and wizards. Since it seemed like the world was going to end with Voldemort at power and causing so much destruction, The Ministry of Magic allowed Harry to practice and improve his magic when he was away from school.
At last Harry found him. In the shadows nonetheless. Harry suddenly felt exhilarated. It was as though he had an angel looking after him. Even in the shadows, Voldemort’s eyes burned red and could be seen miles away. He was boiling mad as he watched as his precious death eaters fell one by one. His army was losing to the forces of good. How that burned him, maybe even tormented him. Then he noticed Harry and quickly became thrilled. “Ah, the famous Harry Potter has come to finish me off has he?” Voldemort mocked. “Yes. After tonight you will never kill another innocent person again.” Harry replied. “Shall we.” Voldemort said as he actually bowed before the duel. They began what would go down in history as the biggest fight in the world. “I’m impressed Harry. You seem to have improved. Now I finally have a worthy opponent.” Voldemort sneered.
“Didn’t do it to impress you. I did it to destroy you!” Harry yelled. The battle was intense. Both were such great wizards that neither had been able to touch the other. Voldemort was growing frustrated. They continued and suddenly a voice shouted “Accio Knife.” The knife flew out from under Harry’s cloak and directly hit the place where Voldemort’s heart should have been. It took only a second, but Voldemort got distracted from hearing a supposedly dead Dumbledore’s voice and the knife hit him. He was bleeding profusely. His snakelike face actually looked human, for it had the human emotion of terror and shock.
Dumbledore became visible again. When Voldemort saw him he dropped his wand. The only person he ever feared. Who was suppose to be dead and gone, stood there alive and well. “Sorry Tom, but I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.” Dumbledore said. Then both Harry and Dumbledore performed the killing curse. Voldemort screamed Noooooo! And the curses hit its target and Voldemort was dead. Finally, once and for all Lord Voldemort was dead. Harry hugged the man who had taken him under his wing. It was all over. The battle was finally won. There were more losses on the bad side, then on the good. Only three Ministry people had died. Miraculously the helpless Peter Pettigrew survived. With Voldemort gone, the weight of the world fell off Harry’s shoulders. Suddenly everything became clear to him. Harry’s parents wouldn’t have wanted him to keep hate in his heart for Peter. They would have wanted him to forgive him. “I’m glad you’re still alive Peter. I appreciate you keeping your word. And I just wanted to say… I forgive you.” Harry finished feeling a lot better. Peter couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He felt so relieved and humbled. “Thank… you.” Was all he could say.
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Last edited by rogue77; 10-31-2007 at 08:59 PM.
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