November 1994
Dumbledore's Castle
As the massive transfigures stone weapons were grind in to dust by the vines, Dumbledore went through a myriad of expression.
For the first time after devouring Voldemort's soul, absorbing and intricating himself with the dark mark and the philosopher's stone, Dumbledore felt his confidence waver.
He felt a trace of fear down his spine and anxiety crept over his mind. He calmed his mind to remove these feelings as he looked at the coming attack of the vines.
Dumbledore gritted his teeth hard and steeled his face as he pulled a massive amount of magic from the runes. The faces of the death eaters turned pale once again but thanks to the philosopher's stone, they healed in a moment.
Dumbledore felt the massive amount of power coursing towards his wand and jabbed his wand forwards.
Following his spell, large amount of dense black mist started to emerge from his body.
The mist started to accumulate behind Dumbledore as two Octopus' tendrils like structure- one on each side formed at his back.
The tendrils were as thick as trunk of a tree and were around 15 feet long. Like the tendrils of octopus, both these tendrils dangled as they flashed towards the incoming vine attack from Harry.
The two opposite attacks- vines on one side and the tendrils on the other collided and a massive boom was produced. A colossal shockwave erupted because of the impact and ground beneath the impact and the area surrounding it was split.
The two attacks held on to for few moments as neither seemed to gain an advantage.
But as the moments passed, Dumbledore's mist seemed to gain advantage. Although Harry's vines seemed larger and more powerful, Dumbledore's tendrils had a corrosive nature. It took some time but finally it started to show effect and the vines started to be corroded.
Harry waved his hand and all the vines disappeared in an instant. Dumbledore, though, did not felt any good feeling. He knew this was not enough to defeat Harry Potter.
He drew magic from the runes and jabbed the wand forwards once again and another pair of tendrils emerged at his back.
He repeated this process two more times and in the end, Dumbledore had 4 pairs of tendrils dangling at his back.
By this time, Harry had also prepared his attack and seeing the thing in front of him, Dumbledore's eyes bulged in shock… fear… and dread.
Floating behind Harry, above his head was a massive symbol- the symbol of the deathly hallows.
A massive triangle with a circle and a straight line inside it.
The straight line which represented the elder wand was formed by a bluish glowing flame. It was no ordinary flame and the heat being emanated from it was in a very large quantity.
The circle which represented the resurrection stone was formed by a single streak of lightening. The streak was purple in colour and it was continuously releasing small purple coloured sparks.
And finally, the triangle which represented the invisibility cloak had been made of pure white ice crystal.
Witnessing the symbol of the deathly hallows… the crest of the Peverell family, dread took over Dumbledore.
All his life, he had been obsessed with the hallows and he knew that anything that resembled the hallows even if it was simple looking was bound to be dangerous.
He let out another grunt as he pulled another wave of intense magic from the rune and this time, he did not increase the number of the tendrils but he added more magic into the existing tendrils and strengthened them.
Harry raised his palm and pushed it slightly forwards. Following the motion of his palm, the symbol of the deathly hallows flew towards Dumbledore.
The tendrils came from Dumbledore's side but nothing happened as expected. Dumbledore along with other spectators like Minerva and Amelia had expected another massive explosion but the symbol of the hallows pushed through the tendrils with ease.
The ice froze the portions of tendrils, the lighting had left burnt scars on it and the flames seemed to burn them completely.
Dumbledore was hasty as he pushed more and more magic and tried to create a barrier in front of him. But even the barrier was of no use as it crumbled the moment the symbol of deathly hallows touched it.
"Harry… my child…" Dumbledore was mid way as he tried to plead for his life to be spared as the symbol collided with Dumbledore and he too was frozen and burnt.
Only at the time when the old coot died, did he realise the vast strength between him and Harry Potter.
Dumbledore's body fell with a thud and Harry emerged victorious.
The philosopher's stone too fell as the runes had disappeared but Harry pulled it towards him before it struck the ground.
The death eaters too fell unconscious on the ground.
Minerva and others sprinted towards Harry… towards victorious Harry.
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