Ch. 150

"Awaken the song that speaks of empty sky…"

Voldemort mirrored his stance as the dark lord began his own spell.

"Hear the screams of the souls of the damned…"

Harry's brow furrowed in concentration as he mentally forced the runes to combine before him. He began to glow, much like Voldemort, as invisible lines of magic became visible, coalescing around him.

"Now harken ye the voice of the ocean's lord!"

A circle of light began expanding from around both of them as the runes flickered into visibility, forming patterns on invisible planes before both of them. Voldemort continued, undeterred.

"Answer my call, and unleash the fury of the abyss!"

Both brought their wands forward with a heave, and the two runic circles floating in the air before them slammed into each other.

" Tidal Wave !" Harry shouted.

" Bloody Curse !" was Voldemort's answer. The two spells battled for dominance, causing a brilliant cascade of lightning to flare up where they met, bathing the room in blinding light. Wind howled in the underground cavern, tearing at their robes as they both pushed with all of their might. The space in between their spells distorted, flickering with an unearthly glow as reality itself was ripped to shreds. Waves of power washed across both of them, and the marble floor cracked and crumbled beneath their feet.

When it faded, the two combatants stood there, unharmed, but the tips of their wands were glowing with expelled power. Voldemort nodded in acknowledgement; for Harry to match a warlock spell was a feat even he acknowledged as impressive, but the young lord of Polairix looked winded. One more spell would finish him off. Voldemort began casting again.

"In the abyss, the trident of Hell's Lord dances…"

Harry realized that he needed to keep going. He'd only been studying runic magic for a short time, with a lot of help from the Trazkabanian sorcerers, since they were more aware of it than wizards, but even they had limited themselves to a single runic spell, and even that spell was sealed away. He had completely underestimated the amount of sheer power and concentration it took to cast one of these spells, even though he knew that what he was casting was not even the perfect execution of the spell. He forced himself to keep going, struggling to remember the words that would help focus the powers.

"In my hand the Creator's sword that calls eternal sleep!"

Purple light flickered to life in front of Voldemort, dancing in his eyes like flames.

"Dripping crimson truth lights the one true path!"

Red light flared up in front of Harry, and the marble floor ripped open around Voldemort, explosing flows of molten lava beneath. Colums of fire raced towards the dark lord as Harry continued his spell, forming a runic circle of flame beneath Voldemort's feet.

"Honor our pact and hear my command!"

" Maleficent Harm !"

" Animate Earth !"

The ground around Voldemort exploded as Harry's spell took effect, bolts of flame licked up angrily into the air. At the same time, a huge purple blast of magical energy erupted from underneath Harry. Both flew through the air, having been unable to shield themselves, and crashed to the ground. The marble floor was gone at the spot they'd stood at before, exposing angrily glowing lava beneath. Harry managed to stand first, clutching his broken ribs as he faced Voldemort. Realizing that now was his chance, before the dark wizard recovered, and he started another spell despite the drain on himself. His lungs burned as he forced air into them to form the words of the spell, every nerve in his body on fire from the energy he was channeling through it.

"Sapphire light burns deep into hell…"

Voldemort was picking himself off the floor when he heard the quiet chant. Not bothering to rise past his knees, he jutted out his wand.

"Harken the angel's summon…"

Harry found himself staring up as a giant runic circle formed above him, a good twenty yards in diameter, slowly rotating, humming with barely restrained energy. The spell he was about to cast was the most powerful from the archives Hiscophney had given him access to, something that could be as lethal to the caster as it was to the target. The Count had hinted that this particular spell hadn't ever been cast since almost the time of Merlin. Usually, Harry would be reluctant to cast something that he could easily loose control over, but it was his best shot at ridding the world of Voldemort. He didn't care if it tore asunder the fabric of space, or if he warped time. All he wanted was for Voldemort to die.

"Witness their sins, and call forth the day of judgment!"

Voldemort looked up at a similar circle floating above his head, bathing him in a stark yellow glow. The dark lord smiled insanely as he conjured up the powers of the forbidden spell, intent on wiping Harry Potter from existence.

"The true path shall guide you, find peace in annihilation!"

" Pale Flare !" Violet bolts flashed from the circle above Harry's head, curving around to slam into Voldemort's unshielded body. He braced himself for the onslaught he knew was coming. He recognized Voldemort's spell. It was the sister to his own.

" Phantom Destruction !" Yellow bolts of lighting crashed into Harry, driving his body all the way back to the wall as Voldemort's barrier failed. The magically-reinforced marble crumbled around him, and all time seemed to stop as he contorted in agony. He couldn't breathe, couldn't feel the blood rushing through his head. He couldn't fall to the ground as the magic continued to spear into him, pushing into the marble until he was embedded into it. Their spells tore open reality, opened portals to other planes as they called forth untold amounts of power, power that wasn't supposed to be handled by any human.

Their wands hummed and disintegrated under the strain as otherworldly lightning continued to cascade into both of them. The two runic circles connected, forming a cage around them as the world around flickered in and out of existence as the forces of nature tried to combat this defilement. Pale violet arcs fought with bright yellow lightning for dominance, causing a tear in reality to open up between Harry and Voldemort. It flared with unholy light, alternated with inconceivable darkness. It was as bright as the surface of the sun, and as dark as the event horizon of a black hole. Thunder crashed and went unheard as nature was violated.

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