Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [106]
“Where are you Malfoy?!” yelled Harry. “Come out!” Harry turned around, and was surprised to see that there was someone behind him. He looked up, and saw that it wasn’t Malfoy… but it was his parents.
They were right there, in front of them, smiling down at him, as if they had never been gone.
“Wha- what’s going on?” asked Harry.
“We love you, Harry,” said his mom. Harry’s eyes suddenly filled with tears, he ran up to them an gave them a hug, crying more into them. This wasn’t a trick… this wasn’t a spell… he was with his parents now….
Just then, Harry felt something fall onto his head, like a raindrop. He looked up, and saw what it was: blood. His mom was bleeding from the mouth. Harry backed away, and his mom collapsed to the floor. Harry saw, behind her, a figure that he remembered: Voldemort as a teenager, Tom Riddle.
He was holding a knife in his hand that was dripping with blood, and he was laughing, flinging the blood from the knife everywhere as he laughed. Harry’s dad spoke,
“Why Harry? Why did you kill her?”
“What do you mean, I didn’t kill-”
“It’s all you fault she’s dead! I wish you were never born!” yelled his father. “Go away! GO AWAY!” Harry backed away slowly, not believing what he was seeing. Harry’s dad bent down over his wife, and when he did, Tom Riddle plunged the knife into his head, right through the top. He screamed so loud, Harry thought his ears were going to explode. Blood poured out of his dad’s mouth, ears, eyes, and nose before he collapsed and died. Tom Riddle was now laughing harder than ever.
“No…” whispered Harry. Tom stopped laughing.
“It’s you fault,” he said very monotone, staring right at Harry. “I wouldn’t have had to attack them if you hadn’t been born.”
“No… no it’s not!” yelled Harry, turning around. When he turned around though, he was facing an even more horrible sight. There were hundreds of Tom Riddles, all pointing at him, and chanting,
“It’s all your fault. It’s all your fault.”
“No it’s not,” said Harry, turning around, and finding himself facing a hundred more Tom Riddles. He was surrounded by an infinite number of them.
“It’s all your fault. It’s all your fault,” they chanted in unison.
“No…” said Harry, feeling as though he may collapse. The Tom Riddles were now closing in on him.
“It’s all your fault. It’s all your fault.”
“No it’s not!” yelled Harry, feeling stronger. He had to remind himself, this wasn’t real. This is just a spell…. He thought it was real before, but now he knew the truth! The duel! Malfoy! This was just one of his spells!
“It’s all your fault. It’s all your fault.”
“This is just a spell…”
“It’s all your fault. It’s all your fault.”
“This is just a spell.”
“It’s all your fault. It’s all your fault.”
“This is just a spell!”
“It’s all your fault. It’s all your fault.”
“THIS IS JUST A SPELL! IT”S NOT REAL!” screamed Harry. He suddenly found himself back where he was, fighting Malfoy. He looked terrified, seeing that Harry had somehow gotten out of his spell. People were surrounding them, waiting to see what was going to happen next. Harry jumped to his feet, and brandished his wand.
“IT’S NOT REAL!” he yelled as loud as he could. A giant gold and red beam shot out of Harry’s wand, and hit Malfoy in the forehead. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
All eyes were on Harry, who was breathing fast. The Great Hall was completely silent. Harry walked over to Malfoy, hearing each step echo through the hall. When he arrived at Malfoy, he bent over, picked up his wand, and held it in the air.
The Great Hall burst into applause. Ron and Hermione came running up to him, and carried him back to where the rest of the club was, with cheers coming from the audience the entire time.
“Congratulations Mr. Potter,” said Professor Flitwick. “You are the Dueling Club captain and champion.”
The audience exploded into applause again, and Harry could see some Slytherins dragging Malfoy out of the Great Hall and to the Hospital Wing. Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked behind him, and saw Mrs. Figg.