New Harry Potter Adventure’s: Chapter 10 – The Battle of Hogwart’s

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author.

Chapter 10
Voldemort deeply inhaled the cold, stinging air as he turned to face the thousands of his supporters behind him. A few of the Death Eaters gasped in awe at the impressive sight of him. Voldemort was stood high above them on a giant stone, with the impressive castle of Hogwart’s behind him and the large, full moon casting an angelic glow on him. Draco stood just below Voldemort on his right side on a smaller boulder as Voldemort raised his wand in the air; commanding silence. Instantly the supporters fell to a numbing quiet; even the giants who followed the orders of no wizard looked dumbly over to Voldemort as they tapped their clubs in their hands.

‘Over there,’ shouted Voldemort as he pointed a skeletal finger to the castle, ‘in that most ancient of magical places, lays Harry Potter. For seventeen years, he has eluded me through sheer luck and the sacrifice of others. Some of you foolishly believed that he had even ended me. But now, with his blood running through my veins and my new, unbeatable wand we shall defeat him. This very night, cowering in the castle behind his so called friends, you shall see me show Harry Potter for what he really is; nothing more but a pathetic, talentless, lucky young wretch. Tonight, Harry Potter will die and I shall rule this world forever; with you, my noble servants beside me. Death Eater’s, do you stand with me?’ finished Voldemort as he raised his wand high in the air.

‘YES!’ came the roar of thousands of voices as they all raised their wands into the air. The tips of their wands glowed all different colours; red, green, silver, gold, blue, white and orange, as Voldemort raised both his arms in the air, soaking up their adoration.
‘And so it begins,’ said Voldemort quietly to Draco as he turned to face his old home. With the exhilarating feeling Voldemort always got before murder, he raised his wand and fired a giant, serpent shaped spell at the castle. Suddenly, the glow of thousands of spells lit up the night sky as, lead by Voldemort’s curse, they hurtled towards the castle.

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‘Seamus, look out!’ cried Harry as he pushed Seamus away from some falling stone rubble.
‘Thankyer Harry,’ said Seamus gratefully as he brushed dust from his robes, ‘there’s too many of them Harry. Go back to the Great Hall, tell them the astronomy tower is about to fall unless we get reinforcements now.’ Harry nodded as Seamus ran over to the tower’s edge and began firing spells from the balcony towards the grounds once more. In a matter of minutes, Harry found himself on the third floor where Dean was sat, nursing a wound by his ribs surrounded by four unconscious death eaters.

‘Dean, are you ok?’ asked Harry concernedly as he knelt beside a pasty looking Dean.
‘I’ll be fine Harry,’ replied Dean with a weak smile.
‘Did you defeat these Death Eaters all by yourself?’ asked Harry impressed as he surveyed the carnage around him.
‘No Harry I didn’t. They cornered me and were about to kill me, when he showed up. Harry……it looked like Ron,’ said Dean faintly. Harry felt his stomach give an unusual jolt as Dean slipped into unconsciousness. Could Ron really be in the castle helping the defenders? With these thoughts in his mind, Harry untied his cloak from around himself and wrapped it around Dean to keep him warm till help could arrive.

Cries of pain and of falling rubble filled the air in the castle as Harry raced down the second floor.
Suddenly, as Harry was half way down the corridor, a figure turned the corner, facing him.
‘Ron…..,’ said Harry breathlessly as Ron gave him a warm smile.
‘Harry, duck!’ Ron cried suddenly as Harry instantly obeyed. Harry covered his head as he felt the heat of Ron’s spell fly over his head, which was followed by a cry of pain of somebody behind him. Harry quickly turned around to see Dolohov’s body laying crumpled beside a suit of armour as Harry heard the sound of approaching footsteps.
‘Ron….,’ repeated Harry as he took Ron’s outstretched hand and stood up.
‘Harry,’ said Ron as he looked into his eyes, ‘look, I know I’ve done some terrible things, and I’m not asking for you to forgive me. Voldemort lied to me Harry and twisted my mind against you. I understand if you and Hermione could never forgive me, but please, I am with you now. Please let me help you defeat him.’ Harry looked back at Ron and for the first time, saw the old sparkle in his eyes which he used to have when they were friends.
‘Ok Ron,’ said Harry as clasped Ron’s hand, ‘follow me.’ With Ron close behind, Harry and Ron burst into the Entrance Hall where the Death Eater’s were beginning to break through the heavy wooden doors.

‘Harry…..,’ said Hermione breathlessly as she ducked an incoming spell from the window, ‘…Ron?’
‘Hermione, there’s no time to explain,’ said Harry quickly, ‘but Ron’s on our side now, you have to trust him.’ Hermione gave Ron an unusual look before giving Harry a nod of acceptance. Just at that moment, the wooden doors that lead to the castle groaned open as a horde of death eater’s and other dark creatures burst into the large Entrance Hall. Shouts, screams and flashes of spells filled the room as reinforcements for the defenders arrived from the Great Hall. Harry ducked a killing curse aimed by a masked Death Eater before hitting him in the chest with his own well placed stunning spell. Suddenly, Harry felt the ground trembling around him and people flee away from him as he slowly turned around. A massive, 20 foot giant was stood over Harry, club raised ready to strike. Harry saw his life flash before his eyes as he felt an almost ready acceptance of death.

‘HARRY, NOOOO!’ came a cry as Harry felt himself roughly pushed aside. Harry turned just in time to see Ron receive a sickening hit from the giant’s club and fly across the Hall, before hitting the far stone wall and slumping to the ground.
‘RON!’ cried Harry as a swarm of people surrounded the giant to subdue it. Harry ducked and dived his way through the battle, narrowly avoiding stray spells till he finally found Ron, slumped by the wall, breathing heavily. Harry helped Ron into a seated position as blood flowed freely from a wound in Ron’s head.

‘Ron, Ron, please be ok,’ pleaded Harry as Ron looked up lovingly at Harry.
‘It’s…..too late Harry,’ coughed Ron as blood started to trickle from his mouth, ‘all I ask of you……..is to remember me how I used to be……and how I am now,…….not what I did in the past,’ finished Ron as his breathing became harder and harder.
‘Please Ron, don’t die,’ Harry said as a trickle of tears fell down his cheeks, ‘you’ve only just came back to us.’ Ron grasped hold of Harry’s hand as his breathing became strained.
‘Harry…..I’m sorry for everything……..I love…….you and Hermione……very much……goodbye…..’ Suddenly Ron gave a sharp inhalation of breath before his eyes glazed over.