Worlds Together (Harry Potter and Avengers Fanfiction)

The Beginnings

AN: Most of this chapter is just review, EXACTLY JK ROWLINGS WORDS but the bit at the very end is mine. I give all credit to JK Rowling for the characters and this chapter(except for the very end of this chapter, and what will happen in the future).

"I don't want anyone else to try to help." Harry said loudly, and in the totalsilence his voice carried like a trumpet call. "It's got to be like this. It's got tobe me."Voldemort hissed."Potter doesn't mean that," he said, his red eyes wide. "That isn't how heworks, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter?""Nobody," said Harry simply. "There are no more Horcruxes. It's just youand me. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about toleave for good. . . .""One of us?" jeered Voldemort, and his whole body was taunt and his redeyes stared, a snake that was about to strike. "You think it will be you, do you,the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pullingthe strings?"

"Accident, was it, when my mother died to save me?" asked Harry. Theywere still moving sideways, both of them, in that perfect circle, maintaining thesame distance from each other, and for Harry no face existed but Voldemort's."Accident, when I decided to fight in that graveyard? Accident, that I didn'tdefend myself tonight, and still survived, and returned to fight again?""Accidents!" screamed Voldemort, but still he did not strike, and the watchingcrowd was frozen as if Petrified, and of the hundreds in the Hall, nobodyseemed to breathe but they two.

"Accident and chance and the fact that youcrouched and sniveled behind the skirts of greater men and women, and permittedme to kill them for you!""You won't be killing anyone else tonight," said Harry as they circled, andstared into each other's eyes, green into red. "You won't be able to kill any ofthem ever again. Don't you get it? I was ready to die to stop you from hurtingthese people-"

"But you did not!""-I meant to, and that's what it did. I've done what my mother did. They're protected from you. Haven't you noticed how none of the spells you put on themare binding? You can't torture them. You can't touch them. You don't learnfrom your mistakes, Riddle, do you?""You dare-""Yes, I dare," said Harry. "I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I knowlots of important things that you don't. Want to hear some, before you makeanother big mistake?"

Voldemort did not speak, but prowled in a circle, and Harry knew that hekept him temporarily mesmerized and at bay, held back by the faintest possibilitythat Harry might indeed know a final secret. . . ."Is it love again?" said Voldemort, his snake's face jeering. "Dumbledore'sfavorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did notstop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love,which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach,Potter-and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this timeand take my curse. So what will stop you from dying now when I strike?""Just one thing," said Harry, and still they circled each other, wrapped ineach other, held apart by nothing but the last secret.

"If it is not love that will save you this time," said Voldemort, "you mustbelieve that you have magic that I do not, or else a weapon more powerful thanmine?""I believe both," said Harry, and he saw shock flit across the snakelike face,though it was instantly dispelled; Voldemort began to laugh, and the sound wasmore frightening than his screams; humorless and insane, it echoed around thesilent Hall."You think you know more magic than I do?" he said. "Than I, than LordVoldemort, who has performed magic that Dumbledore himself never dreamedof?"

"Oh, he dreamed of it," said Harry, "but he knew more than you, knewenough not to do what you've done.""You mean he was weak!" screamed Voldemort. "Too weak to dare, too weak to take what might have been his, what will be mine!""No, he was cleverer than you," said Harry, "a better wizard, a better man.""I brought about the death of Albus Dumbledore!""You thought you did," said Harry, "but you were wrong."