Out of The Shadows (Golden Trio Era) {1}

No More Use of You

Voldemort looked at Harry for a brief moment before looking back at his Death Eaters, a thoughtful look on his face. "But how to get at Harry Potter? For he has been better protected than I think even he knows, protected in ways devised by Dumbledore long ago, when it fell to him to arrange the boy's future. Dumbledore invoked an ancient magic, to ensure the boy's protection as long as he is in his relations' care. Not even I can touch him there... Then, of course, there was the Quidditch World Cup... I thought his protection might be weaker there, away from his relations and Dumbledore, but I was not yet strong enough to attempt kidnap in the midst of a horde of Ministry wizards. And then, the boy would return to Hogwarts, where he is under the crooked nose of that Muggle-loving fool from morning until night. So how could I take him? Why... by using Bertha Jorkins' information, of course. Use my one faithful Death Eater, stationed at Hogwarts, to ensure that the boy's name was entered into the Goblet of Fire. Use my Death Eater to bring Mikayla Black, the only living Aevus Seer, to the graveyard. Use my Death Eater to ensure that the boy won the tournament, that he touched the Triwizard Cup first, the cup which my Death Eater had turned into a Portkey, which would bring him here, beyond the reach of Dumbledore's help and protection, and into my waiting arms. And here he is... the boy you all believed had been my downfall..."

Voldemort moved slowly forward and turned to face Harry. He raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. "Crucio!" Harry started shrieking loudly as he thrashed in the ropes that held him to Voldemort's father's grave. Tears gathered in Mikayla's eyes as she watched him get tortured. She screamed advancing towards Voldemort to grab attention away from Harry. It worked. Voldemort's eyes cut to her and in an instant, a cruel smile encompassed his face. He swept his wand away from Harry, who stopped shrieking immediately and pointed it at Mikayla. "Crucio." Pain erupted throughout her body and she let out a loud scream, her back arching off the ground she had taken refuge on. Her very bones felt like they were on fire, her body felt like it was getting stabbed with a hundred knives, and her head felt like it was getting pounded by a mallet. Mikayla wanted to die, the pain was so intense... And then it was gone. She laid back on the ground, breathing heavily. The sound of laughter sounded and Mikayla wearily looked up to see that it was coming from the Death Eaters. Voldemort wasn't done, however. He turned back to Harry and once again pointed his wand at him. Then Voldemort broke off the connection and turned back to his Death Eaters."You see, I think, how foolish it was to suppose that this boy could ever have been stronger than me," Voldemort said triumphantly. "But I want there to be no mistake in anybody's mind. Harry Potter escaped me by a lucky chance. And I am now going to prove my power by killing him, here and now, in front of you all, when there is no Dumbledore to help him, and no mother to die for him. I will give him his chance. He will be allowed to fight, and you will be left in no doubt which of us is the stronger. Just a little longer, Nagini," he whispered, and the snake glided away through the grass to where the Death Eaters stood watching.

"Pick up your wand, Potter! I said pick it up, get up. Get up! You've been taught how to duel I presume yes?" Mikayla whispered to him to summon her wand for her. "Accio Mikayla's wand." Mikayla's wand flew into Harry's hand before he handed it to Mikayla. "Two against one. Not very fair is it?" Voldemort questioned, "and a 68 year old against a 14 year old is fair? Tom." Mikayla spat back. Voldemort did not like what Mikayla said, but he wanted to prove to his followers her was once again strong. "Your mouth is a dangerous thing Miss Black. It's the main reason you're here, I could use your powers to gain my kingdom again." Mikayla scoffed, she was acting a lot braver than what she was feeling. "First we bow to each other. Come on now Harry the niceties must be observed, Dumbledore would not want you to forget your manners now would he? I said bow!" He forced Harry to the ground with a wave of his wand. "Alright, alright, now back up." He lifted his spell. Harry just stood there, unwilling to fight. Mikayla raised her wand at Voldemort "Raise your arm, Harry." He ordered. Harry gripped his wand, but refused. "Not willing to cooperate, eh? Well, no worries, thats just the reason why we brought her along." He pointed his wand beside Harry at Mikayla. "Crucio!" He shouted.

Mikayla began to scream in pain, clutching her arms and shaking on the ground. Voldemort stopped and looked back at Harry. "Put up your arm or I'll do it again." He threatened, with his wand still pointed toward her. "Harry, don't. Escape!" Mikayla heaved as she ordered and instructed her best friend. "Quiet!" He snapped his head back to look at her. "Crucio!" He hit her again. Harry watched her cry and scream. His knuckles were clenched to the point they turned white. But he held my ground. "No, no, no, no, no, no,no." She shook her head as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Stupid girl. You no longer have any use to me. Avada Kedavra." He cursed, Mikayla put her hands up in front of her face. She was muttering something a protection spell built a shield, Harry quickly aided her also conjuring a protection spell. A small piece of the curse hit her. But the bubble closed on the spell, it reacted and combusted, deflecting the rest of the spell back at Tom. Mikayla went limp.

Harry's POV

Voldemort was hit and stumbled backwards, clutching his chest and kneeling. He turned his head to look at me before standing. Mikayla laid there, not moving, not even the subtle rise of the chest to indicate breathing. Her head was rolled back against Cedric's arm. The pair were incidental cuddling lifelessly. "You are quite the wizard Harry, but you can't kill me." He hissed, getting to his feet. "Crucio!" He pointed his wand at me. I fell to the ground in pain once again. He leisurely walked toward me and crouched. "I'm going to kill you Harry Potter, I'm going to destroy you. After tonight no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight if they speak of you they'll speak only of how you begged for death, and I being a merciful lord obliged. Get up." He forced me to stand and turned away. I took the chance and ran. I dove behind a gravestone just before a spell hit me. "Don't you turn your back on me Harry Potter. I want you to look at me when I kill you, I want to see the lights leave your eyes. I want you to join your friends!" He shouted in a maniacal voice. Overcome with rage and sadness, I forced myself to stand with my wand tight between my fingers. I walked out from behind the tomb. "Have it your way, then. Expelliarmus!" I shouted, thrusting my wand in the air. "Avada Kedavra!" He yelled at the same time. Our spells connected in between us, we both tried to have our spell push past the other and hit the target. The dominance wavered between the spells, but no one took victory. I grabbed my wand with both hands, trying to keep control. "Do nothing. He is mine to finish. He's mine!" He ordered the Death Eaters.