Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [151]
“Ready competitors?” asked Professor Flitwick.
“Yes,” said the four of them together. Harry hoped his clone would wake up soon.
“Well then, ready… set… go!” he yelled. Just as he said the last syllable, all of the clones’ eyes opened. Each one looked alive, and ready to go. Harry’s clone looked slightly worried, not knowing what was going on. He spun around, and saw Harry right behind him which, no doubt, added to his confusion.
“What! I’m y- I mean… you’re me!” said his clone. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. He didn’t want to have to go through this again.
“Listen,” said Harry seriously, “I don’t have time to explain right now, but I need you to fight those other three in there.” Harry lazily waved his wand in the general direction of the other three clones. His clone crossed his arms.
“Well I don’t feel like it,” said the clone. Just then, there was a flash of green light, and a think beam shot right passed Harry’s clone. It made him jump, and Harry looked where it came from. He saw Lavender’s clone, wand out and poised. Harry looked at her, and she raised a single eyebrow to him.
“Fine, explain later!” said Harry’s clone, taking out his copied wand. “She almost hit me with the Killing Curse!”
“Good,” said Harry. His clone was on his side, but he didn’t have much time to think of a strategy. Lavender’s clone was ready to strike again. Harry looked over at Seamus and Dean. Dean wasn’t having too much luck, he was still arguing and pleading with his clone to fight. Seamus’ clone looked like he about to faint.
“Clone!” yelled Harry. His clone spun around, pointing to himself.
“Me?” he asked.
“Yeah you! Who else!?”
“Don’t call me ‘clone’,” he said. “It’s derogatory.” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Fine, what should I all you?”
“Call me Harry… oh no, that won’t work. How about Harry Two? No, that’s corny…. Hey! I got it: Harold.”
“Whatever,” said Harry. “Harold! Take out Dean and Seamus! Use the newer Killing Curse!” Harold nodded, agreeing, he threw his wand out at Dean’s clone.
“Korosucide!” he yelled. A sparkling black light flew out from his wand, and hit Dean’s clone. It glowed purple for a split second, before it exploded into billions of microscopic pieces, like confetti. A sickening happiness flowed through Harry. He couldn’t help but smile. He had commanded someone to destroy someone else, and it was exhilarating. He had to do it again.
“Now get Seamus’!” yelled Harry. Harold did the same to Seamus’, blowing him into tiny bits. The same macabre joy came over Harry, and he grinned. Harold then turned to Lavender’s ready to strike.
“Korosucide!” he yelled. The beam shot out, as fast as light, but it seemed that Lavender’s clone was even faster. She teleported to the opposite side of the arena before the beam was even halfway to her.
“While you were so busy taking them out,” said Lavender, pointing to Seamus and Dean, “I made my clone put a Teleportation Charm on herself, in addition with the Speed of Thought Charm. Now, she can move even faster than a spell!”
Lavender’s clone popped around the arena a few more times, to show off her intense speed. It would be almost impossible to hit her with any spell. To make matters worse, her clone was invisible most of the time, only appearing for a millionth of a second after a teleportation.
“Now what?” asked Harold, trying to follow Lavender’s clone. Harry gritted his teeth. There was a way, put the same spells on his clone so they would be moving at the same speed. However, from what Harry had read, that was the most dishonorable thing to do, copy your opponent’s idea. It was far worse than losing a duel, even though you won. Most people who tried