Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [187]
Quickly, Harry looked behind him.
“NOO!” he yelled. Hermione had been hit.
CHAPTER 30- The Phoenix of the Order
Hermione had fallen to the ground. Her back lay against the hard, cold surface, and she had gone limp all over. She had an expression of terror on her face, wide eyes, and mouth open. It was eerie… she looked alive, even though she was…
“She’s dead…” said Harry to himself. “I can’t believe it…”
“Hermione…” said Ron, shaking. He ran up to her body, and put his ear to her heart, just to make sure. When Harry saw him bury his face into her shirt, he new he had heard no sound of a heart beating. Hermione had been hit by the Killing Curse, and there was nothing they could do.
“You monster!” yelled Harry, quickly spinning around, pulling his wand out, and brandishing it at Voldemort, tears filling up his eyes. “First you stop me from bringing back my mom… then you kill Sirius… then Colin… now my best friend! Voldemort! You are going to pay!”
“Ha! A pathetic child like you? Defeat me? The idea is laughable…” laughed Voldemort, still looking like Dumbledore… on the outside.
“I’ve done it before, I can do it again,” said Harry, spit shooting from his mouth.
“Yes, but now you don’t have your dear mommy’s little protection, and I am one hundred fold more powerful than I was last time we met!” hissed Voldemort, coming in closer to Harry. Harry scrunched his face up, and went red with rage.
“How dare you look like Dumbledore,” spat Harry. “You’re not even worthy enough to wear one of his socks!”
“Oh dear boy,” said Voldemort, “if only you knew the truth… if only…. You would know who is the superior wizard! Think about it Harry… only when all the colors are mixed together is black created, unlike white which is the absence of all color. Thus, black is superior to white! Evil triumphs over good! Evil is having the entire world mixed into one massive and great entity!”
“Yes, but if you combine all the colors of light,” said Harry, trying to beat Voldemort on the intellectual level, “what do you get? White…” Voldemort made fists, and went red.
“Foolish boy! What is light without pigment to absorb it!?”
“What is pigment but merely the reflection of light!?”
“I can take no more! I failed to kill you, yes, but I will have you anyway! You could have been my right hand, but you shall now become my slave! Imperio!”
The beam shot out of his wand, and straight at Harry. Immediately, Harry felt his body go stiff as the effect of the beam was taking him over. But, Harry had long since learned how to deal with this curse.
Slowly but surely, even with more and more energy coming from Voldemort, Harry resisted the curse, forcing his mind to react only to what he thought.
“Go back. Go back! GO BACK!” yelled Voldemort’s voice in Harry’s head. It was booming so loudly, it was almost impossible to resist. But, Harry concentrated on the little voice he heard, like a little mouse in a corner.
“Go forward… come on then, more! More!” it squeaked… but soon screamed. The more Harry concentrated on that voice, the louder it got. Almost instantly, it overpowered Voldemort’s, and Harry began walking normally right toward him, with a smile on his face.
Voldemort, however, was not smiling. He saw him contort Dumbldore’s face into something that was foreign to that figure, an expression of shock. Voldemort was amazed Harry broke his curse!
“You may have beaten the pathetic Imperius Curse,” he spat, “but let’s see you deal with this! Crucio!” The clear beam that had been connecting the two of them now turned to a deep red.
It hurt for only a second, but Harry soon found himself free of pain, and full of joy. Despite the deaths, him not being able to see his mother, and being about to be killed by Voldemort, Harry dug down deep for a happy thought… he found Cho.
That was more than enough to rub off the Cruciatus Curse. Within seconds, Harry was walking towards Voldemort again, bearing another smile. Voldemort