Lilja's face twisted immediately into disgusted horror, nose wrinkling visibly. "Ew, Harry!" she exclaimed, clearly disturbed by the blunt mental image I'd just painted.
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chapter 34
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Chapter 34 (~9k words):
— Harry —
Mutant Voldemort hissed some incomprehensible snake gibberish at the massive basilisk curled beside him. Immediately, the oversized fucker slithered forward, fangs bared and eyes flashing dangerously.
My brain briefly wondered how the hell he'd managed to pull another gigantic basilisk out of his ass this fast-then I remembered the answer to weird shit like this would always be "dark magic."
The snake lunged, its freakishly bright yellow eyes locking onto me and Lilja like headlights, and an instant migraine slammed into me, spiking behind my eyes and nearly forcing me to my knees.
I groaned and grabbed my forehead, pissed beyond belief. The basilisk's death stare couldn't outright kill us-Lilja and I were way too powerful for that-but it still stunned us, and fuck was it annoying!
"Lilja, move!" I shouted, shoving her roughly aside just as the basilisk's gaping jaws snapped shut mere inches from her face. She stumbled sideways, eyes wide and stunned for a split-second. "Thanks, Harry-" was all she got out before that bastard's enormous tail swung around, smashing into my side like a freight train.
Air rushed violently from my lungs. I flew backward, crashing into the stone wall behind me so hard that cracks splintered across it like a spiderweb.
Chunks of debris rained down around me. Fucking fantastic.
"Ow," I wheezed bitterly, my head spinning. Getting bitch-slapped by a fifty-foot basilisk still wasn't exactly fun. Somewhere nearby, Voldemort was cackling his nasty head off, that shrill, hateful laugh of his ringing around the chamber.
Bastard.
From the corner of my blurred vision, I saw Lilja leap onto the snake's thrashing body. She plunged the blade deep into the basilisk's scaly flesh and twisted viciously.
Blood sprayed in thick, dark spurts, splattering her face as the monster roared and writhed beneath her. Voldemort screamed furiously, flailing his one remaining arm as his pet completely lost its shit from being stabbed.
"Kill her, you useless beast! Stop thrashing and kill her now!" he shrieked, his voice a blend of panic and rage, spittle flying from his twisted mouth.
The snake, completely blinded by pain and fury, twisted its massive bulk violently. A smirk crept onto my lips as Voldemort realized, too late, that he'd gotten way too close.
The giant snake was convulsing wildly, and this time it accidently slammed its tail into Voldemort, catapulting his ragged ass across the room. He hit the far wall so hard that chunks of rock exploded outward, raining debris everywhere!
I couldn't hold it back-I snorted loudly, wiping blood from my lip as Voldemort peeled himself pathetically from the rubble, bruised and battered, his crimson eyes practically glowing with hatred.
"You...will regret laughing, Harry," he spat venomously, struggling upright with only one arm. "I'll see you dead before this ends!"
"Yeah?" I grinned darkly, cracking my neck to the side. "Keep dreaming, asshole."
I summoned my water blade, forming into a razor-sharp weapon of pure, liquid fury. Without another second wasted, I launched forward at full speed, blade shimmering as I closed the gap toward Voldemort.
Voldemort actually looked afraid. For a second that alone almost made the whole shitshow worth it.
He backed away across the ruined stone, his serpent tail dragging a bloody groove, eyes flaring a brighter, crazier red as I sprinted straight at him. The chamber was a mess around us-columns shattered, Slytherin's smug stone face cracked down the middle, steam still hissing from places my water and his fire had collided-but right then it was just me and him and the thin, humming line of water in my hand.
He threw his one arm up and started screaming curses.
"AVADA KEDAVRA! CRUCIO! SECTUMSEMPRA! MOR-"
Sickly green lances of death, barbed blades of shadow, twisting bands of red all howled toward me at once. The air stank of rot and ozone, the floor around us charred where stray curses hit. I didn't even try to dodge half of them. I swung. The water sword sang in my hand.
Every time I brought it across my body it sliced through spell after spell, the magic shattering apart in bursts of steam and sparks against the impossibly dense edge. A Killing Curse split in two, the halves burning past me on either side and slamming into the ceiling with twin thunderclaps. A purple-black slashing curse met the blade and simply...came apart, torn into harmless motes that fizzled against my chest.
Voldemort's jaw dropped. "That's impossible!" he shrieked, voice cracking as he hurled another sickly green bolt at my face.
I let my body move the way Lilja had drilled into me-weight low, feet light, lead shoulder turned. One step, twist, cut. The Avada hissed against my blade and died.
It would've been impossible for me a month ago.
I spared her a glance as I kept moving forwards. Lilja was a blur of silver and blood on the basilisk's back, standing braced along the thick rope of its spine as it thrashed and smashed the pillars around her. She drove her sword down again, right between scaled plates the size of dinner plates, a rune flaring along the blade as norn magic detonated inside the wound.
Dark blood geysered up, spattering her armor, her hair, her face.
She looked like a murder goddess in mail and skin-tight leather, snarling something in Old Norse as she ripped the sword free and plunged it in again. Blood ran in hot rivulets over the curve of her breastplate, down her stomach, dripping off her thighs, and my overheated brain picked the worst fucking time to think that I had never seen anything so unbelievably hot.
Focus, idiot!
I hit the last few meters at a dead sprint, Voldemort's curses coming faster now, sloppier. He was panicking fully! "Die, Harry Sitri!" he howled. The fingers of his one hand lengthened into black talons and he swung for my face, trying to rake my eyes out.
I didn't even think. I just did what Lilja had made me do a hundred times in the forest. Inside line. Step into him, not away. I shifted my weight, sliding to his bad side, and brought the water blade up in a tight vertical arc. His clawed hand met the edge mid-swing. There was a wet, meaty crack and a flash as devil magic bit through corrupted flesh and bone like paper.
His remaining arm severed cleanly at the elbow. It spun away, fingers still clawing uselessly at the air, black blood spraying in an ugly arc across the chewed-stone floor.
Voldemort shrieked. It wasn't a human sound. It was high and shrill and broken, a demon getting skinned alive.
"That's for Lily," I hissed, chest heaving. "And that's for Jasmine! And now, I'm going to end this!" I growled, raising the shimmering blade, my entire being burning with righteous fury as I stepped forward to plunge it straight into his twisted, shriveled heart. My muscles tightened, ready to strike-
Suddenly, his head snapped forward with inhuman speed, jaws wrenching grotesquely wide open. I didn't have time to react before he sank razor-sharp fangs deep into the flesh of my shoulder, piercing through muscle, skin, and bone alike!
A raw, searing agony exploded throughout my nerves, and I roared in pain, jerking instinctively backward, blood instantly soaking through my shredded shirt. The bastard latched on tighter, his teeth sinking deeper, and with a surge of pure rage I slammed my boot into his chest, finally wrenching myself free. Blood streamed down my shoulder in crimson rivulets, drenching my side, pulsing from the deep punctures.
"Fuck you, you filthy bastard!" I spat, breathing harshly through the agonizing torment radiating from the wound.
My whole left arm went numb for half a heartbeat, then the feeling came back with a vengeance as the pain shifted-sharp, burning, then icy, like someone had injected liquid frost into my veins.
Voldemort pushed himself up with his tail, torso upright, no arms left at all now. He looked more snake than man, panting, chest heaving. Then his tongue slithered out and he licked my blood from his lips. Slowly. Deliberately.
"Ahhh," he moaned, eyes rolling back for a second in obscene bliss. "Delicious. Devil blood... Sitri blood. Far more satisfying than those four legged beasts I've been hunting in the forest." "I can't wait to feast on the rest of you, Harry Sitri," he crooned, voice gone almost tender. "To drink you down, savor you screaming as I peel your soul apart." He flicked his tongue, tasting the air, and his eyes locked onto mine, bright with triumph. "And now," he hissed, "you're helpless."
I tried to take a step toward him. My knee buckled. The chamber tilted sideways for a second and I had to slam the point of my sword into the floor to keep from going down. My vision tunneled, the edges going fuzzy and dark like smoke creeping in from all sides. The throbbing in my shoulder sharpened into something else, something worse-pins and needles turning into knives, a cold fire racing out from the bite.
"Are you enjoying my paralyzing venom," Voldemort said conversationally, tail flicking back and forth as he watched me sway. His voice sounded far away and too close at the same time. He laughed again, a high wet sound. "Every second, it creeps closer to your heart. Muscles lock, lungs seize...you suffocate in your own useless flesh while I watch. I wonder how long half-devil's physiology can fight it, hm?"
"Harry!" Lilja's scream reached me through the haze, urgent and terrified, as she fought valiantly against the wounded basilisk, desperation clear on her blood-streaked face.
"You're done, Harry Sitri. You'll suffer greatly before I end your miserable life!" Voldemort sneered, stumbling forward toward me, his ruined body a ghastly sight of mangled limbs and bleeding wounds. Yet still he advanced, driven by sheer madness and hatred.
My heart hammered desperately. Lilja was still battling that massive serpent; she couldn't save me right now. But fuck if I was going to lie down and surrender to this twisted fucker.
"Not a chance, asshole," I rasped defiantly, pushing through the agony, forcing myself to remain upright even as paralysis continued to seep insidiously into my muscles, stiffening every joint, numbing every nerve. "You'll choke on my fucking blood before you ever taste victory."
Voldemort hissed viciously, dark amusement flickering briefly in his crimson gaze. "Oh, Harry, brave little fool. Your defiance tastes as sweet as your suffering."
He lurched forward, his jaw snapping hungrily, prepared to tear me apart. But even paralyzed and bleeding, I wasn't fucking finished yet. Through clenched teeth and hazy vision, I drew on every ounce of willpower, rage, and stubborn determination, fighting against the numbing poison with everything I had left-
I was barely clinging to consciousness, but even drowning in the numbing chill of Voldemort's venom, fury surged hot and unstoppable through my veins.
You will not beat me! I thought savagely, teeth clenched, tasting blood and defiance on my tongue. I wouldn't give that twisted fuck the satisfaction.
With every last scrap of strength I had left, I forced my shaking right hand into a tight, trembling fist. The effort burned like fire across my chest, my shoulder screaming agony at me-but pain be damned.
I channeled all the bitter fury, all the hatred and desperation into my clenched knuckles, and suddenly felt a blistering cold shoot through my veins!
An icy glow erupted violently around my fist so intense it seared my vision. The freezing aura crackled, steam forming instantly as moisture in the air crystallized around me!
Voldemort lunged, his gaping maw wide, venom-dripping fangs aimed straight at my exposed throat. His crimson eyes glowed hungrily, utterly insane with bloodlust, victory already written plainly across his twisted face.
"Die, Sitri!" he shrieked, voice raw with mad, savage triumph. "You will return my Horcrux! Your soul belongs to-!"
"Fuck off!" I roared, voice ragged and defiant, as I threw my fist forward with every ounce of hatred and strength I possessed.
My ice-coated fist collided viciously into the side of Voldemort's grotesque snake-like face. I felt the impact shiver violently through my bones, a jarring shockwave that surged from my knuckles up my arm and deep into my chest.
But that was nothing compared to the visceral satisfaction I felt at the look of sheer disbelief flashing across his monstrous features.
A blinding, searing flash of blue-white exploded from the point of contact, spreading rapidly outward, enveloping Voldemort's head. It happened so fast I barely registered it. He froze instantly-completely solid, the scales and twisted flesh crystallizing into a grotesque ice sculpture of agony and astonishment.
His mouth was locked open, fangs bared and frozen mid-scream, his scarlet eyes wide in shock, trapped forever in that singular moment of realization-that for once, he'd underestimated the wrong goddamn person.
For half a heartbeat he stayed there suspended, almost beautiful in a sickening, surreal way. Then, just as suddenly, the frozen head shattered spectacularly, exploding outward into glittering shards of ice and crimson-stained crystal.
Momentum carried Voldemort's headless corpse backward in a limp, grotesque arc. It crashed violently into the splintered stone wall, lifeless tail twitching spasmodically before falling still. The crumbling remains slid to the ground in an undignified heap, black blood pooling across the cold stones.
I stood there swaying on numb, trembling legs, chest heaving, head spinning wildly.
Did I just...? Had I actually used my Sitri ice magic?
My dazed brain struggled vainly to process the impossibility of what I'd done. I staggered drunkenly, muscles going slack, knees buckling beneath my weight.
Then, from somewhere behind me, came an ear-splitting, bestial shriek of agony. I spun clumsily around just in time to see Lilja drive her rune-marked sword deep into the gaping wound in the basilisk's thrashing body one final, savage time.
The monstrous snake convulsed violently beneath her, shuddering with its death throes. Dark, steaming blood gushed forth in hot, thick torrents, spraying Lilja's pale skin and battle-worn armor, painting her in the glorious carnage of victory. The massive serpent let out one last agonized cry, shivered horribly, and then collapsed limply to the floor, stone cracking and crumbling beneath its enormous bulk.
