Harry Potter and the Blood Risen Moon (Completed)

Chapter 28: Snake Vs Wolf

He found the base hidden deep within the forbidden forest. He watched as Voldemort gloated to his followers. The smug, vile monster was proud of his work. Anger burned through his veins as he watched the few Death Eaters and Voldemort.

That un-human man was the cause of everyone's suffering. All Harry had to do was kill him. Before he could do that he needed to find Voldemort's pet. His senses were jumbled and he couldn't track the snake. He couldn't see her near Voldemort. Perhaps she was hunting further in the woods. Only if he could get passed Voldemort without being noticed.

"I know you're there boy. Don't forget how we are one," Voldemort called out.

With a curse under his breath he stepped out and boldly walked to the heart of the camp.

"Brave is the fool yet he walks into death's waiting hands," Voldemort said, his hands raised in welcome.

"That's because fools have no brains," One of the masked Death Eaters spoke.

"Silence!" Voldemort snapped.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Draco called from his cage.

Harry looked over at the blonde. He was in some sort of cage and didn't look so well. His blond hair was hanging in his face instead of being slicked back. His clothes were torn and stained by dirt and grim.

"Ah yes. Young Malfoy asks a fine question. What brings the prey to the lion's den?" Voldemort asked.

"I came to end this," He answered.

He looked Voldemort in the eye and saw fear. Voldemort was afraid of him which sparked hope. If Voldemort was afraid then Harry could win this.

"End it we shall," Voldemort said raising his arm, wand in hand. The Death Eaters backed away to give them room. "Draw your wand," Voldemort demanded.

Harry didn't move for he had no wand to draw. "You come unarmed?" Voldemort asked. Harry could smell his fear. "What game do you play?" Voldemort continued asking questions.

"This ends tonight," Harry spoke before moving.

The energy gathered in his legs and he used that to propel him forward. He closed the distance between himself and Voldemort. He lifted Voldemort off his feet and they crashed to the ground.

Voldemort's wand slipped from his hand as they landed. He didn't let him catch his breath as he brought his fist down hard. Blood sprayed from Voldemort's 'nose'. Harry continued to pound Voldemort's face as the vile monster reached for his wand.

A flash of red and he was tossed into the air. He landed with a thud and quickly moved to his feet. It was then he saw what he was really looking for, Nagini. Another red flash came his way and he dodged, rolling back into the thickness of the trees. He moved quickly, his focus never leaving the sight of his prize.

It was like he was on the battlefield of muggles fighting. Behind him the ground would explode and dirt would rain down. Trees would split sending splinters everywhere. Blood filled Harry's nostrils as he moved closer to his objective. He heard Nagini speak but the sounds of battle prevented Voldemort from hearing her cry for help.

Harry pounced with the knowledge 'Do more than it can heal'. Nagini wrapped herself around his body and tightened. He felt a few ribs crack from the pressure. He held back a howl as a few more snapped. With a growl he reached for her head. His hands found either side of her jaws.

Nagini clamped her jaw down and her fangs ripped into his palms. His grip was set and with his might he pulled. Her jaw slowly parted. The further back he pulled the more he felt her jaw break. Within seconds he had ripped her head in two. Wanting to make sure he completed the job, he ripped her head right off the body.

Voldemort still stood in the center of the camp, enraged. Harry picked up the snakes head and tossed both pieces into the camp ground. He saw Voldemort's horrified expression as he realized what he was looking at. Harry stepped forward, through the tress and back into the camp center.

"Potter," Voldemort spoke with venom.

"Riddle," He spat back with just as much hatred.

Voldemort suddenly smiled and lowered his wand. It confused him as to why he would retreat his action. He grunted and looked down. The sight before him stunned him. He saw blood and lots of it spilling from the torn flesh that still held the blade. He wasn't looking at the hilt but the edge of the sword.

His blood burned and his vision swam. A warm liquid fought its way up his throat and dribbled from his lips. Numbly he watched as the blood that spilled from his lips mixed with the blood that spilled from his abdomen. The blade slipped back into his chest and out his back.

He fell to his knees and gripped at the wound. Blood overflowed his finger tips and continued to spill onto the cold hard ground. He saw the veins in his hands. His skin had paled and he could feel his heart slow. He came to terms that he was dying. The blade that pierced his skin was made of silver and there was no way for him to heal from this.

He didn't have the strength to hold himself upright. Spitting out more blood, he fell the rest of the way to the ground. He rolled onto his back unable to bear the scent of his own blood. He looked up into the cold blue eyes of his former friend.

"Sorry Harry. This had to be done," Draco spoke. Harry wasn't able to understand the meaning of his words. The edge of his vision darkened and his breathing was shallow.

He couldn't focus and as he closed his eyes the last thing he heard, "A brutal way to die but none more fitting for The Boy Who Lived."