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Chapter 21

"It is astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, eh Harry?"  Voldemort grinned.  "Imagine what I could have done with hers."  

Harry opened his mouth to tell Voldemort off for even mentioning Rebecca, but Voldemort released him from the statue's hold so that he fell to the ground before he could say a word.

"Pick up your wand, Potter."  Harry stayed on his knees a moment longer, confused by the command.  "I said pick it up!  Get up!  Get up!"  Harry scrambled backwards, scooping his wand up from where it had been taken from him and making his way to his feet shakily.  "You've been taught to bow, I presume?  First we bow."

Harry didn't move.

"Come on, now.  The niceties must be observed."  Voldemort glared at the boy as he dared to stand straighter.  "Dumbledore wouldn't want you forgetting your manners, would he now?  I said bow."  Voldemort raised his wand and forced him to bend over painfully.  Forcing him the other direction so that he landed on his back so hard the air was forced out of his lungs, Voldemort stood over Harry.  "Crucio!"

The pain was more than anything Harry had felt before, every cell of his body screaming as his body moved in agony-fueled spasms.

"That a boy!"  Voldemort laughed loudly.  "Your parents would be proud.  Especially your filthy, Muggle mother!"

Harry used his anger to distract himself from the pain and sent himself into motion the second Voldemort severed the spell.  "Expelliarmus!"  Harry's spell was waved away effortlessly.

"Is that all you have, boy?"  Voldemort's face changed like he had put on a mask, unbridled rage snarling.  "I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter.  Then I'm going to hunt down your sister but I won't kill her, not right away.  That would be too easy, too quick."

Harry tried to keep the words from sticking in his head, but he was tired.  It had been hours since he and the others had first entered the maze and he couldn't keep his thoughts free of the threats Voldemort made towards his family and the loss that filled him every time he thought of Cedric.

Voldemort froze Harry's movements and walked in front of him again, lowering his voice so that each syllable was enunciated clearly.  "I'm going to make her beg for death; She will be gone long before her heart stops."

Harry managed to free an arm from the spell, focusing like he was evading the Imperius curse.  Punching Voldemort across the jaw, Harry was released from the spell and ducked behind a nearby tombstone as Voldemort shouted for the Death Eaters to stand down.

"Don't you turn your back on me!"  Voldemort roared, wiping a line of blood from the side of his mouth.  "I want you to look at me when I kill you!"  Harry forced his body smaller as the first spells hit the stone in front of him, crumbling the aged grave marker.  "I want to see the light leave your eyes!"

Harry stilled his heart and cleared his mind:  He wouldn't die like this, cowering and hiding.  If he was going to die, he was going to die like his parents--Upright and fighting.  "Have it your way, Tom.  But you'll never have her."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the insolence, the audacity.  "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry's spell caught the other in the air, the green of Voldemort's spell hit the red of Harry's and sent off a shower of sparks.  The meeting point of the spells fluctuated, slowly inching closer to Harry.

Summoning every smattering of power inside of him, Harry thought of all the lessons he had been put through by Rebecca, by Hermione that year.  All the hours spent on making sure he knew how to defend himself if needed and how to come out of the tournament alive.  Harry strengthened his spell and sent his spell closer to Voldemort.