you make your own destiny

chapter 11

Voldemort, Harry and Hermione were invited to a party

with Antonin Dolohov. The atmosphere at the party was

somehow subdued, but they went on with it even though

they had just lost some friends.

The Malfoys were also there, but were very quiet as

they watched the people mingling around them.

Harry and Hermione were standing in a corner talking

with each other. They were in unknown territory here

and were a little scared.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" a voice asked.

Harry and Hermione turned toward the voice and looked

right into the eyes of Blaise Zabini. He was flanked

by Crabbe Jr, Goyle Jr, Greengrass and Bulstrode.

"Voldemort asked us to come. Why do you ask?" Harry

said, looking over Zabini's shoulder to see that

Voldemort was keeping an eye on them just in case he

had to step in.

"Why don't I believe you?" Zabini said.

"You are just as guilty as the order of flaming

peacock's for Pansy's death," said Bulstrode.

Harry opened his mouth to respond to that, but saw

that Voldemort was walking over.

"No they aren't. They don't support the Order any

more. They are on our side of the war now," Draco

snapped.

Draco's revelation of their side in the war brought a

murmur through the crowd.

The other Slytherins just looked at him in disbelief.

"I will not have you talking to my daughter and Harry

like that," Voldemort said, sliding up to stand behind

the group.

"Daughter," several voices sounded.

"Yes, my daughter," Voldemort said. "The same

daughter who, I was told, died with my wife."

A witch started to shake intensely.

"BY YOU," he yelled and pointed at her with his wand.

A binding spell shot out and held her captive.

"Goyle, take her to the dungeon" Voldmort said. "I

will be questioning her later."

Goyle Sr went to work. Voldemort turned around to

look at the children.

The Slytherins looked scared of what he might do to

them, but at the same time they where also trying to

look at Harry in wonder. Voldemort decided to answer

that question before they asked it.

"In the final stages of the first war, the Potters

took a stand against Dumbledore and joined me," he

said. "For that, I said I would protect their son

from Dumbledore and I always keep my promises."

Suddenly a loud bang sounded and Dolohov yelled.

"We're being attacked!"

"Lucius, take the kids to my manor and protect them,"

Voldemort cried.

"Yes, master," Lucius said.

Voldemort turned to Hermione and Harry. "I have to do

this," he said when he saw the tears in Hermione's

eyes. "Go now. Lucius is waiting."

Harry put his arm around her shoulder and looked at

Voldemort with a emotion in his eyes that he couldn't

read.

"Be safe."

Voldemort could only nod.

The Portkey flashed and they were gone.

When Voldemort got outside, he saw his Death Eaters

and the Order of the Phoenix fighting. In the middle

of it all stood Dumbledore, surveying the destruction

with a look of pleasure.

He hadn't seen Voldemort yet.

Voldemort threw a instant scalping hex at him just to

make Dumbledore aware of his presence. He hadn't

expected it to hit, but it did and Dumbledore was

suddenly standing there without hair and a beard, a

laughable sight.

Voldemort would have laughed if Dumbledore had not

pointed his wand at him and threw a sponge-knee hex at

him. He felt his knees begin to buckle under him and

he cast a quick anti-hex on himself.

"Do you really think that I'm holding Potter and

Granger in some of my Death Eater's homes? How stupid

do you think I am?"

"Then where are they?" Dumbledore asked.

"In my dungeon," Voldemort answered with a smirk.

And since he didn't know where he lived, the Order

couldn't 'save' them.

"Confundo," Dumbledore yelled, furious. Voldemort

ducked it and threw a tripping jinx at him.

Dumbledore tripped, but yelled "Incendio." The ground

under Voldemort's feet erupted into flames.

A wave of his wand and the flames were gone.

Dumbledore was still lying on the ground when

Voldemort pointed his wand at him.

"Petrificus totalus!" Dumbledore was stunned, but he

could still hear what was going on around him.

People all around them came to a halt when they saw

what had happened. Dumbledore was in Voldemort's

mercy. Seemingly in slow motion, Voldemort raised his

wand to throw the final curse.

"Avad....."

"Expelliarmus," shouted Charlie Weasley.

Voldemort barely managed to avoid the hex and throw a

Entrails-Expelling curse at him.

Charlie screamed as he felt his insides being torn

out.

Bill saw his brother fall screaming in agony and

jumped in to help, but was hit by a Fiendfyre curse

and was burned from the inside out.

With that, Voldemort looked around and saw that the

fight had reach a deadly end.

"Retreat."

He and all the Death Eaters popped out, but they had

won a small victory.

Molly and Arthur Weasley ran over to their sons.

Arthur extinguished the fire on Bill and Molly,

sobbing, tried desperately to piece her son back

together.

The battlefield was quiet except for the sounds of

their tears.

Feet away, the stunner had been lifted off of

Dumbledore, who stood, not bothering to console the

Weasleys.

Harry and Hermione were in Voldemort's possession and

for the first time, he feared he might lose the war.