"Why the fuck does all of this stuff always happen to me?" Harry wondered as he rolled away to avoid a black curse from Bellatrix Letrange, Harry quickly got back up to his feet and fired a cutting curse that ended up damaging her skirt.
"Oi! I loved that skirt!" Bellatrix growled before firing back with a torture curse that Harry barely dodged. "Stay still, you brat!"
"No!" Harry blurted out as he ducked, feeling the wind shift as the curse travelled over his head, narrowly avoiding him. "Besides, I did you a favour with that skirt, it's horrible." Harry dodged another curse before he continued exchanging spells with Bellatrix.
Tonight had not gone how he planned, the best part of it so far was getting rid of Umbridge, but unfortunately, the rest of it was rather horrible. After being sent a vision from Voldemort of Harry's godfather, Sirius, being tortured, Harry had rushed to the ministry with a group of his friends following after him. A part of Harry knew that it was likely a trap, and unfortunately, that part of him ended up being right.
Right now Harry and his friends were currently trying their best to not die as they battled death eaters in the ministry, somehow they had found themselves in a very odd room. It was a large, rectangular, dimly lit room that resembled a Wizengamot courtroom. In the centre was a sunken stone pit about twenty feet deep. Stone benches ran all around the room and descended in steep steps toward a raised stone dais in the centre of the pit. An ancient crumbling stone archway, unsupported by any surrounding wall, stood on this dais. This archway was hung with a tattered black curtain which fluttered very slightly as though it had just been touched or blown by a faint wind, although the air in the room was still and cold.
Harry's friends were all fighting the other death eaters while Harry fought Bellatrix Lestrange, the best of Voldemort's forces. Harry wasn't entirely sure if he could win, if he was lucky he would be able to stall until some form of help arrived, either way, he planned to do his best. If he could survive Voldemort then no way in hell was he going to just lie down and take it from Voldemort's followers.
"Scared Potter?" Bellatrix taunted, sending a purple curse at him.
"Yeah, of your breath," Harry cast a shield spell before a white beam burst out from his wand and crashed into a shield that Bellatrix put up, the shield shattered but ultimately did its job of protecting Bellatrix who stumbled back but managed to stay on her feet. "seriously, you kiss your husband with that mouth? He must be a braver man than I thought."
"Shut it, Potter!" Bellatrix snarled, throwing out a series of curses. Harry managed to dodge and block most of them, but unfortunately, he was unable to completely avoid the bone breaker that hit him on his free hand. Harry hissed loudly in pain, but with a herculean effort, he managed to stop himself from yelling out more besides that, not wanting to give Lestrange the satisfaction of seeing him in pain. It was difficult to not just ask for a breather, Harry had once read that the human hand had twenty-seven bones, if that was true then he was sure that all of them were broken. Fortunately, his wand hand was still unharmed, so far. "Aw, did that hurt?" Bellatrix laughed loudly.
"I've had worse." Harry grit his teeth before firing off a stunner followed by a blasting curse and a bat bogey hex (thank you, Ginny Weasley!) before firing off a body bind spell. Bellatrix swatted the stunner away, sidestepped the next spell and managed to block the bat bogey hex (damn it, Ginny Weasley!) but the next spell slipped past her defences and caused her to become stiff as a board before she fell over and landed on her back.
"No!" She screamed in anger. "I'm not losing to a disgusting half-blood!"
"I'm disgusting?" Harry repeated with disbelief. "Your teeth are multi-coloured!" Harry blurted out just before a bright light shined in the room, all of a sudden Albus Dumbledore had appeared. Instantly all the fighting stopped and everyone stopped and stared at the man that was considered to be one of the most powerful wizards of all time.
"It was foolish for all of you to come here tonight," Dumbledore began. "my order and the ministry aurors are on their way."
"By which point," Another voice spoke up, one that Harry could easily recognise even on his worst day. "you will be dead." Smoke flew into the room and shifted into the form of none other than Voldemort. "Really Bellatrix?" Voldemort asked his downed follower. "You, my best warrior, unable to defeat a child?"
"Master, please forgive me!" Bellatrix cried.
"To be fair, she lost once, how many times have I beaten you?" Harry spoke up before he could stop himself. 'I should have stayed quiet.' He thought to himself when Voldemort's gaze moved away from Bellatrix and towards him.
"You merely benefitted from luck and the plans of those better than you," Voldemort hissed. "and now, we shall end the legend of Harry Potter and Dumbledore." Without a word of warning, Voldemort fired a spell at Dumbledore who intercepted with his own spell. The two strongest wizards in the world began fighting each other while the others stayed still and watched as they each threw spell after spell at each other, once he snapped out of his daze, Harry aimed his wand at Voldemort and took a deep breath before firing the strongest cutting curse he could. For a moment, Harry thought that his spell would hit Voldemort's neck.
Only for a moment.
Voldemort dodged at the last second and with a grin, he flicked his wand in Harry's direction.
Harry gasped as he felt his wand leave his hand while his body was shoved backwards, oftentimes in storybooks, there could be a moment where something happens that the character would feel in slow motion, for Harry it would be this moment. He could spot the shocked looks of all of his friends, the gleeful expression on Voldemort and his followers plus the horrified look on Dumbledore's face. He saw his holly wand soaring away from him, out of his reach, and he could feel himself heading towards the archway with the curtain, he felt the curtain touch his back.
And then...he felt nothing.