Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [188]
“Very well then, Mr. Potter,” he said. “I can see that you are more powerful than even I had imagined… well… goodbye!”
For only an instant, the red beam connecting them disappeared, allowing Voldemort to get ready to perform another Killing Curse. This slight delay also gave Harry the chance to do something daring… something he had to do!
“Avada…” began Voldemort. Harry instantly changed his shoulder blades into wings, and shot forward, faster than sound.
“…Kedavra!” he finished. Harry was just feet from him now, and saw the tip of the wand glowing green. A millionth of a second later, he was just inched from him, and Voldemort was doing just what Harry had expected.
There was a flash of white light, and then, where Voldemort had been, there was now a copy of Harry, wings and all. The green beam shot out of his wand, and hit the real Harry, knocking him over.
Was he dead? Was he dying?
No, he couldn’t be! He could still feel every one of his limbs working in his brain, everything was registering okay… his plan had worked! Harry jumped up, and hovered into the air, looking at Voldemort’s shocked face.
“I guess I’m not as powerful as you thought,” chuckled Harry. “My Killing Curse couldn’t even kill me. Ha!”
“You will pay, Potter!” yelled Voldemort, looking exactly like Harry, (except for the horrible eyes) shooting up into the air. “Even though I may not be able to kill you in one shot, I can do it in many! Stupefy!” A green ray shot from his wand and Harry, who was too excited from his last maneuver, didn’t manage to dodge it. The spell hit him, and Harry fell to the ground.
“Harry!” yelled Ron, all red-faced and eyed, jumping up from Hermione. He quickly took out his wand, and pointed it at Voldemort.
“Korosucide!” he yelled, sending the black beam high in the air, but just missing Voldemort. He flew to the side just in time, and dodged it. Voldemort pointed his wand at Ron, and muttered something. The beam came down and hit Ron, knocking him out, just as it did with Harry.
Harry gave a groan, and closed his eyes. He heard Voldemort coming down from the sky, ready to make his finishing move on both of them. He had won, all hope was lost… there was nothing they could do.
Harry heard him walking up right in front of him now, and pull out his wand from his pocket. He crouched down on the ground next to Harry, and placed his wand on his forehead.
“Now, Harry… I’m feeling nice today, so why don’t you tell me… what curse do you want me to kill you with?” he laughed. Harry swore at him.
“Now now dear lad,” said Voldemort sarcastically, “even at death, we should not forget our manners now should we? Well then… if you don’t want to make the choice, I will have to make it for you!”
Harry closed his eyes, and prepared himself to see his mother. He felt the world around him begin to shake and rattle, and getting extremely warm. What kind of curse had Voldemort put on him?
The heat rose, and the ground shook more furiously. Was he going to be sucked underground? Harry clenched his eyes harder together, and was surprised that he was able to do that. Shouldn’t he be dead by now?
Harry quickly opened his eyes, and felt weak at the sight before him. He saw the real Voldemort, not him or Dumbledore, laying there, appearing to be dead. All around him, there was broken earth and above him, there it was.
The golden phoenix.
It was the most beautiful creature Harry had ever laid eyes upon. It was immense, at least the size of an elephant, and it gave a radiant, golden glow that radiated throughout the entire field. It had what appeared to be white cloths revolving all around it, and they appeared to be carried by smaller golden phoenixes. Its eyes were exactly like Dumbldore’s, full of warmth and compassion, and the entire thing appeared to be made out of energy rather than matter. It was truly a sight to behold. No wonder Garde had fallen in love with it.
“Harry Potter…” came a voice in Harry’s head. It had to