Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [178]
“Alright,” she said.
“Then let the duel begin!” yelled Voldemort. Wormtail stepped forward, and brandished his wand, just like Harry had seen done many times before at the Dueling Club.
“Avada Kedavra!” yelled Mrs. Figg. The green beam shot out.
“Porcini Magus!” yelled Wormtail. A pinkish beam came out of his wand, and met in midair with Mrs. Figg’s. The two spells fought for domination over the other, but within seconds, the stronger one came out on top.
The entire beam turned a pink color, and the spell hit Mrs. Figg. She turned a dark pink all over, and quickly transformed into a pig. Her wand fell down to the ground, and she ran away, oinking as she went along.
“Well that was easy,” said Wormtail. “I expected more of a challenge than that!”
“Prepare to get one then!” yelled Lupin, jumping into the spot where Mrs. Figg had been. He stood there, waiting for Wormtail to make the first move.
“Come on Peter, my old friend, make your move!” growled Lupin. Wormtail, however, dropped his hand to the side. He turned his head around to look at Harry.
“Harry Potter,” he said, “Did you ever wonder why the Homorphus Charm was never used on Lupin, the spell that can change werewolves back into humans, the spell that Lockhart supposedly used on many?”
That made Harry think. Why didn’t they just simply transform him back into a human? It would have been simpler than having to take that potion every month like he did in Harry’s third year, and it would have saved him many problems as a child.
“I’ll take your silence as a no,” said Wormtail. “Remus here was never made human again because the Ministry of Magic loves werewolves. They are superior to normal wizards because they are nearly invincible. Almost every spell, including the killing curses, do not work on them. I could pelt old Remus here with every spell I know, and I doubt if he’d so much as flinch.”
“So then what are you going to do?” said Harry, feeling hopeful that Lupin may win the duel.
Wormtail didn’t answer him, however. He just stuck out his silver arm at Lupin and smiled. What was he up to?
“Silverargent!” he yelled. A silvery beam shot out from his wand, and hit Lupin right in the chest. It knocked the wind out of him, and he fell over backwards, landing on the ground, just like Sirius did.
“No! You beat him!” yelled Harry.
“Remember how I said ALMOST every spell does not work on werewolves? Well, one of them that does is the Silver Spell, one that can only be conjured from a silvery object. It kills them instantly… your friend is dead Harry Potter.”
“You… killed… Lupin?” asked Harry, not wanting to believe it.
“I’m afraid so Mr. Potter,” said Voldemort. “And with his death, you belong to me.”
“Never, I will never join you!” yelled Harry.
“I don’t think you understand,” said Voldemort. “You see, you have absolutely no choice in the matter, it is not a voluntary thing.”
“The second you release me, I’ll get Ron or Hermione to kill me. That way, I won’t have to join you,” spat Harry. Voldemort almost looked hurt by this statement.
“Harry, how come you don’t want to join me? I am the most powerful wizard in the world, I have the greatest army in the world, and with your help, we can own the entire world! Why won’t you join me?”
“Because you killed my parents,” said Harry quickly. Voldemort sighed.
“Yes, sadly I did,” said Voldemort, almost sounding guilty. “But, your mother didn‘t have to die, that was her own fault.”
“You keep saying that,” said Harry, being curious. “Why didn’t she have to die?”
“Harry!” said Voldemort, sounding appalled. “You don’t think, as powerful as I am, that I would still want to kill my own daughter, do you?”
That statement made Harry’s mind feel like it was going to explode. His mother was Voldemort’s daughter? No, there’s no way that could possibly