The HMS STFU - Second Canon100 entry. Voldemort Goodness

Subject:	Second Canon100 entry. Voldemort Goodness
Time:	11:38 pm

Title: Voldemort Reclaims His Title
Fandom: Harry Potter
Fic: Rose Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Prompt: #72, Fixed
Word Count: 1,655
Rating: PG
Summary: Rose Potter fights Canon!Voldemort at the end of Goblet of Fire.
Author's Notes: I couldn't stand seeing Voldemort pussified, so here's how it SHOULD have gone.

Wormtail approached me, raised his silver hand, and then with one swipe, cut through the bonds trying me to the gravestone.

There was a split second, perhaps, when I considered merely Teleporting away and leaving Voldemort and his Death Eaters limp and unfulfilled, it was certainly appealing, but a statement and a point had to made here. Voldemort said he was all powerful…hah…pathetic…he was nothing compared to the very power of creation in which he himself resided, which he sought to defy.

The Death Eaters closed ranks, forming a tighter circle around me and Voldemort, so that the gaps where the missing Death Eaters should have stood were filled. I raised my head and grinned at Voldemort, waiting. Voldemort for his part narrowed his eyes at my apparent humour but did nothing to stop it, probably thinking I was going mad or something.

Wormtail walked out of the circle to the place where Cedric had disappeared, and returned with my wand, which he thrust roughly in my hand without looking at me. Then Wormtail resumed his place in the circle of watching Death Eaters.

“You have been taught how to duel, Rose Potter?” said Voldemort softly, his red eyes glinting through the darkness. My only answer was to raise my wand at Voldemort in a sideways duelling stance, my left hand out, ready to channel druidic magic, my mind shifting into as deep a Void as I could muster. I knew I was facing all three Unforgivable curses, and it would be a stretch to fight all three, my eyes looked at all the thick marble gravestones around me and it gave me an idea…

“Good, Rose, and now we bow to each other,” said Voldemort, bending a little, but keeping his snake-like face upturned to me.

“You think I would bow to you…” I said almost serenely. “You have no honor Voldemort; I doubt you know the meaning of the word. You kill in cold blood, skulk in the shadows…”

“Come now the niceties must be observed, Rose…Dumbledore would like you to show manners…bow to death, Rose…” retorted Voldemort, smugness flowing with that comment.

The Death Eaters were laughing again. Voldemort’s lipless mouth was smiling suddenly. But I did not bow. I was not going to let Voldemort play with me…I was not going to give him the satisfaction…

“I said bow,” said Voldemort, raising his wand – and I felt a powerful magic attempt to make my spine curve, I flicked my own wand almost casually… and nothing happened. I didn’t even have time to react as the force pushed me down, and I found myself forced into a bow.

“There now,” Voldemort said with a smile. His Death Eaters laughed even louder, and all I could do was feel extreme rage at being humiliated like this. “Very good, Rose. You surprise me, you know. Clearly the old man has trained you, as demonstrated by your supreme arrogance at thinking that you could stop me with a flick of your wand. And now, we duel…”

Voldemort raised his wand, and cast a Cruciatus that I attempted to side-step, but found the magic had somehow caught me, and I felt supreme pain rushing through my body. I couldn’t understand it, I had utilised my martial arts training as I had done in the past, how was his curse able to hit me?

The waves of pain ceased as suddenly as they had began, and I looked up to see Voldemort’s glowering features towering over me. “Yes, Rose,” he said, a visible sneer crossing his face, “I am better than you. Did you really think that a filthy little daughter of a mudblood like you could stand up to me?” The gathered Death Eaters erupted with derisive laughter at this, and I could feel their jeers upon me.

I was forced to conjure a gleaming silver shield in front of me to attempt to deflect his next Cruciatus curse, but it caused me to stagger backwards as I tried to stand up. I was forced to overexert myself with getting to my feet, and I quickly waved my wand in circle around me and animated and controlled all the thick marble headstones I could sense around me. They jumped out of the ground and zoomed towards me, knocking a few Death Eaters around the legs and back, causing few to even flip over and scream in pain as a bone or two was broken.

Seven headstones lay animated at my feet.

Voldermort retaliated with the next Unforgivable, the Imperius curse, which I purposefully let hit me. He was lucky so far, I was sure of this. I could beat this curse.

I felt for the third time in my life, the sensation that my mind had been wiped of all thought…ah, it was bliss, not to think, it was as though I was floating, dreaming…drop your wand…drop your wand…

I will not, said a stronger voice, in the back of my mind. Stupid thing to do…

Drop it…

I won’t do it…

Just drop it the wand…

“I WON’T!” I screamed, breaking the Imperius curse. “I did it!” I thought strongly, waving my wand at Voldemort again. My wand recoiled, just barely deflecting the Stunning hex that Voldemort had lazily fired at me as I broke the Imperius curse. I looked shocked, this couldn’t be happening. I waved my wand, and fired a Conjunctivitis curse at him, sure this would hit.

Voldemort merely deflected the curse, and threw another Cruciatus in return. I tried to dodge it again, but I was somehow caught by it, and sent smashing into two of the headstones laying in front of me as I reeled in blinding pain.

“My turn if that’s how you want to play it…” I grunted as he released the curse, and flicked my wand at a Death Eater. ‘Imperio!’

“What?” said Voldemort in surprise. He turned his attention away from me, looking at the Death Eater I knew to be Crabbe, and who I had cast the Imperius curse on. The Death Eater looked slightly puzzled, and shrugged, and Voldemort erupted in scathing laughter. “Casting Unforgivables? On the Death Eaters? I’m beginning to rethink my assumption that Dumbledore trained you, you’re too much a fool for that to be true!”

Voldemort’s face took on a sneer worthy of Snape, and he started advancing on me.

“You’re mortal, you know,” he said, lazily batting away the Cruciatus curse I had tried to send at him. “You are weak, feeble, and inferior.”

I howled in fury and waved my wand and cast a Tempus Jinx at Voldemort, he waved his own wand at oncoming wave of time magic and disappated it instantly. He did not even have to break his stride, and was quickly approaching the headstones in front of me. “How… how is this possible?” I thought, trying to conceal my rage and fear.

“Avada Kedavra!” snarled Voldemort; it seemed he had had enough of our little duel. One of the animated tombstones at my feet suddenly came to life and jumped in front of me, intercepting the Killing curse and marble bits and dust flew everywhere as it exploded.

“How many of those do you have in you, Tom?” I asked laughing. “I doubt even you can cast six Killing curses in the space of a few minutes.”

Voldemort froze, a look of horror on his face. I smirked, a look of triumph coming over mine, before my own expression shattered. Voldemort and the Death Eaters had burst into laughter, and Voldemort’s wand was pointed at me.

“‘Have in me’? ‘Have in me’? Do you even understand how that curse works, little girl? No, you don’t… you can’t. Because you have not the power to use it. You have the heart to use it, I can tell. My spies have kept me very well informed, oh yes. I know what sort of person you are, Miss Potter, and you cannot harm me.” The last few words were snarled as he swept away a tombstone that I had sent at him, the block of stone bursting into pieces.

I tried to send more curses, hexes, jinxes, and even the tombstones at him. Each was deflected, or reflected, or even just avoided. He kept coming at a steady pace, and I was now forced to step backwards to try and escape from him. As he reached the tombstones, he waved his wand and shattered them all, a gleeful smile coming over his face.

“Yes, Potter… this duel has been all sorts of fun. It reminded me of the first time that I was challenged by some child whose parents I had killed. He did have more up his sleeve, however. Disappointing.”

I had reached my limit, and called upon my druidic power. The ground around the cemetery started to quake and crumble, and the roots of the nearby trees erupted. They had all sprouted thorns, and quickly whipped at the death eaters and Voldemort. Voldemort looked shocked, but ignored the roots and cast a Cruciatus curse at me. I lost control of the magic, and the roots fell limply back into the crevices in the ground.

“That was unexpected, Potter,” he sneered, now standing directly over me. “I didn’t envision you having that kind of power. A nice ace up your sleeve… but useless in the end. How does it feel to know that you lie helpless, defeated, and humiliated in front of me?”

I snarled at him, but the pain caused my jaw to lock and my lungs to seize up. But oddly, the pain ceased, and I had enough time to look up and see Voldemort point his wand down at my chest.

“However, I tire of this little distraction. Goodbye, Potter. It was… amusing, while it lasted. Avada Kedavra!”

The last that I saw was a flash of green light, and then nothingness.

comments: Poke a delusional shipper

April 16th, 2006

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