Keeping the Game of Love Goin ♥ [Part 20]- Harrys Great Encounter

You continued to ascend some stairs leading up trying to find Voldemort. You were more alert after your run in with the Dementors. Your legs felt wobbly from climbing so many stairs and you felt like you couldn’t go on anymore. “We’re on the 42nd floor.” Harry muttered out of breath from climbing the stairs. “This is the 42nd floor. This is it.” Blaise said gasping for breath as you all forced yourselves up the last steps. You opened the door and you tiredly leaned on the wall breathing hard. “You ok baby?” Oliver asked you. “Yeah.” you said nodding. You went through the door and you made your way through the hall. Harry paused all of a sudden. “Harry?” you said as you saw him clasp his wand. “Harry, are you alright?” Oliver asked as Harry looked downward and his scar started to throb a bit. “I-I don’t know if I can do this.” Harry said hesitant about his decision. “Harry, we have to do this though.” you said. “Izzy, he’s killed my family…he….he took Ginny from me.” he said looking down. Silence fell upon you all. Harry just rubbed his scar while sighing. You remembered that day at Hogwarts when you lost Ginny. Then you remembered that you thought she was ok but she was in fact gone. “Harry….” you said walking up to him as he let out a deep sigh trying not to let the tears come out. This just made you cry. “Are you ok?” you asked with a hand to his shoulder. He looked up at you with a glazed look in his eye. “Yeah, I’m ok.” he said trying to suck it up and not show any emotion. You just sighed and put a hand to your waist and sniffed back tears that were just about coming out. You and Harry just looked at each other and knew that something big was going to happen from this. “Hey you guys…I don’t mean to….but we don’t have a lot of time.” Blaise said and you just looked at him. “Listen, I know this is hard on all of us but this may be our only way. Maybe you guys should say here and…. Ill go.” Blaise said seeing that you weren’t maybe ready for this. Especially Harry. “No, no we’re coming.” you said looking at Harry who was concentrating on something on the floor. “Harry?” Oliver said and Harry hesitated. You looked at him and he looked up at you all. He looked at you with his bright blue eyes. “I’m with you all.” he said still looking uncertain. “You sure?” you asked. He looked up at you and he put a hand on your shoulder. “Yeah. Lets go.” he said and you nodded and smiled at him. You held his hand and pulled him through the hallway. He’s been through so much with Voldemort. You knew this was hard on him but you all had to do this for the sake of the wizarding world and you all. You passed by lots of cells while been stare angrily by lots of prisoners. They made a low snarl at you and they tried to reach out for you. “Oh….Oliver…” you said fearfully as one reached out and grabbed a hold of your shirt. You didn’t want to shriek or a cause attention that would blow the operation. “Get off her…now.” Oliver said jabbing his wand through the bars onto his neck. The guy just hissed and coward back to the darkness. “Come on.” Oliver said holding you close. “Shh…guys get back.” Blaise whispered loudly while pressing you all against the wall. You saw some Dementors going up and down the other hall keeping guard. You let out a shiver as you watched your breath turned to fog in the air. You watched Oliver’s breath in the dark as the Dementor passed by without acknowledging you were in the corner. Blaise watched as it turned the other way. “Come on.” he whispered as you continued to make your way through the halls. “Cell 23, 25, 27, 29.….31 this is it.” Blaise said standing in front of the cell of the Dark Lord himself. Oliver looked at you and Blaise from the side so him and Harry weren’t seen yet. Of course they would expect you to talk to him since you’ve had a connection with him before. Your hands shook from nervousness. You had betrayed him before. You never wanted to lead a Death Eater life. Not until you met Oliver at least. The Dark Lord was NOT pleased with you after that. You walked next to Blaise and you walked in front of his chamber. You heard a scratching noise coming from the back and you could hardly see him. You looked at Blaise telling him to say the first word. The scratching stopped and you looked inside the cell. “M-my Lord?….” Blaise stuttered. You saw a tall figure walked over to the bars. He didn’t say anything. There was just silence. “Blaise Zambini….and Isabella Moretti.” you heard in a low gruff voice. His voice always made you cringe. “My Lord…” you said feeling awkward. You haven’t called him that in years. “My uncle is trying to take over….” you said in a pathetic little voice. You didn’t know how to start off speaking to him. You looked to your left and saw Harry grabbing his scar. “What brings you here?” he asked as you saw him grasp the bars with his pale, long, cold fingers. “If he rules…he will take over the wizarding world and….he’ll kill me and my family.” you confessed to him. He was just silent as he grasped the bars tighter. “Then he will have fulfilled my obligations that I have been pursuing for years.” he hissed. You knew he wasn’t pleased to see you. You didn’t know what else to say. He was still convinced about killing you. “He will be certain to be rid of you!” Blaise spat out saying that he as well is doomed. “I am aware of that.” he said loosening his grip on the bars. You looked at Blaise and he looked over at you. You didn’t know what else to say. Blaise gestured you to say something else but you just shrugged. You glanced over at Oliver and looked at you. ‘I don’t know’, you mouthed to him. He just walked over to you and stood in front of the cell. You can see the eyes of the Dark Lord narrowing at his sight. “You know better than to bring a blood traitor around me!” he hissed. “Hey! We are trying to help you, ok?! Only if you help us. You don’t understand how much this girl means to me.” Oliver said and Voldemort went to grab for him but he backed up quickly. “Whoa!” Blaise said and Oliver made a furious face. “Look!…Lets put our differences aside ok?! Harry come here.” Oliver said looking over at him. Voldemorts eye sight shot to the left where Harry was hiding but he couldn’t see him. He looked like he was in disbelief that THE Harry Potter was there. Oliver was pissed now. “Harry…” Oliver hissed and Harry presented himself. There they were face to face. They stared each other down with such hatred for each other. “Harry?” you said but he just clutched his wand harder that you can hear his knuckles cracking. You looked at his hand and saw him drawing blood as his nails dug deep into his hand. You put a comforting hand on his shoulder as he stared down his greatest foe. So many years they have been trying to get rid of each other. There Harry was armed and ready to kill. Voldemort was unarmed and not a threat at all and Harry had the power over him to kill him at this very moment and avenge his parents and Ginny if he wanted to. You can tell by the blood that he was trying his hardest to hold back. “Look, help us and we will help you. Just listen for one second.” Oliver said through gritted teeth. The Dark Lord is not easy to persuade. This wasn’t easy for any of you and you didn’t expect it to be easy but it’s the only way. Voldemort groaned and turned away going back to his cellar to the darkness. Oliver threw his hands up and scoffed. “This isn’t gonna work.” Blaise said. “Listen! You think this is easy for us?!” Harry yelled out. You all look at him as he spoke his first words to the Dark Lord. “I have lost everything in my life. Everything that I cared about. EVERYTHING.” Harry said with a crackling voice. You let him speak. “Its is because of you that everyone I cared for is lost. I have tried my hardest to hold on to dear life…I have tried my HARDEST to not take my own life.” he said. You never knew he thought about things like that. Your jaw dropped a little listening to that. Silence fell among you all and you glared at Blaise who was listening intently. “You do not understand how much everyone means to me and you never will because you don’t have that heart.” he said. You looked at Oliver and he just concentrated on Harry. “You will never know what it is to love…you will never experience friendship or being in love.” he said and you felt your eyes watering a bit. “They mean the world to me because they are all I have left in this world and they are the only ones that keep me living.” he said and Blaise looked down. You sighed deeply and you held Oliver’s hand as you felt him squeeze yours. “So if I have to face my greatest enemy to help them out…so help me Merlin….I will grit my teeth and do so.” he said proudly. You saw Voldemorts eyes divert towards Harry. He was listening. “Isabella….she is my best friend. I put aside her differences. I saw past her Death Eater qualities and I saw something else. Something pure.” he said looking at you and you gave him a small smile. “I hate you more than anything…but for now….we need to put aside our differences if we want to live.” Harry said. You sighed and looked at Voldemort. He got up and he walked over to the bars. “How on earth am I able to help you?” he asked in his hoarse voice. “My Lord…” Blaise said walking over. “Isabella possesses the heart of Bara-Du.” Blaise whispered and Voldemorts head shot towards you. You gulped as he glazed at you. “You lie.” he hissed. Blaise looked at you and gestured for you to show him. You sighed deeply and you pulled out the valuable necklace from your pocket as it dangled loosely from your hand in front of him. “It cannot be.” he said reaching out for it but you pulled it back. “No…you help us.” you said. He stared at you blankly. His look was the same. From the first time you saw him in your early years. His look doesn’t soften. He just blankly stared at you. “As you wish…Isabella.” he said. You breathed a sigh of relief. You shoved the necklace back in your pocket and you took out your wands. “Ok, lets do this. We have to be quick.” you mentioned. “Right.” Harry said. Blaise pointed his wand at the lock of Voldemorts cell. “Bombarda!” he yelled out sending chunks through the air. “Come on!” you said as he followed you in his rags. You had to be quick about this before you get caught.