Journey to Somewhere

Up in Flames

A/N - Inspired by “Up in Flames” by Ruelle.

Harry looked at the old man… This man had destroyed his life and so may others.  Yet he was oblivious to his own obsession.  He let his anger for all the years, the pain and scars filter into his eyes, he let the flames flow over him.

Albus watched as red flames started to flicker from the palms of the young man.  Then if he had not been bound he would have jumped when those flames roared to life and started swirling around Harry.  The man’s facade fell and he could see were sky blue eyes staring back at him with such loathing.

“The power of fire Albus, you gave me that…The power of ice and and darkness flow within me. All of it will be your undoing for the lies you have been telling everyone for years and years. Tonight you will be purged of your lies to yourself and the world. You will pay for what you have done.  I will undo all that you have done.” Harry’s voice echoed and boomed throughout the tower.

Harry sent his beloved an impression to run fast.  He waited until he received the impression of gone.  He set all three powers free: fire, ice and darkness… They flowed from him into a cyclone swirling and crashing into the the walls and roof of the tower.  Flames catching and burning fast, the tower going up around them.  The floor crumbled below them and the walls fell to ash, the cyclone now the only thing holding Harry and the Headmaster aloft.

Below them the entire tower below was being consumed and turned to ash. Stone, wood and any other material did not withstand the fire.  The Headmaster was screaming as he was surrounded by fire and darkness, then the pain came as the ice invaded his body. Shards of ice swirled around him then his skin was pierced by the shards, then the splintering of his body started by flames that caught to his robe.  He was blinded by the darkness, pain and screams are all that filled him as he was eaten alive from the inside and out with fire and ice battling for dominance in his body.  

Harry watched as the headmaster succumbed to the fire, and the ash was dispersed and Harry settled onto the ground.

Voldemort was the first to reach Harry, the man’s skin was still steaming when he went to him.  He was stunned into immovability as he stared at Harry.  He had glimpsed the face before, but now that the powers had washed away the entire facade Voldemort faced the most stunning creature alive.  He could hear gasps behind him, but he wanted to be the one to hold Harry after this. Harry was almost as tall as he was now, his hair no longer a mess fell straight over his face.  It was blue black silk, and the sky blue eyes shone under the moonlight.  The pale skin called to him.

Harry stood in the middle of the grounds, his body was finally his own. He could feel it.  He smiled as his love approached. He noted the stunned look and turned a familiar phrase.

“Do I look that bad?” Harry asked.

Voldemort finally reached him.

“No, you are the most perfect vision in the world.” Voldemort whispered against the lips that opened in invitation to his kiss.

~TBC