Albus Dumbledore, Chief warlock of the Wizengamot, Headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry, sat quietly, looking around the large table. It had been a few months since the Department of Mysteries saga, six young wizards and witches, lead by one Harry Potter had infiltrated the Ministry due to receiving false information regarding the welfare of the late Lord Black, Sirius. Voldemort had used his connection with the boy and forced him, and his schoolmates to try rescue Sirius. Although Sirius was in no real danger, and the image Harry had seen of his godfather suffering at the hands of Voldemort had been cleverly fabricated.
Of course, the whole thing had been a complete trap. Harry and his friends had been cornered by Tom's inner circle who had ordered Harry to turn over the item he and the Order had desperately been trying to protect all year. The item in question was a small glass sphere that inside had a recording of a prophecy. A prophecy which was made concerning both Harry and Tom Riddle, Aka Voldemort. Fifteen years ago Tom had only heard half the prophecy and had attacked the Potters, intending to kill the one who threatened his power. There was another though who also could have fitted the prophecy a young Neville Longbottom to be precise.
If Tom had heard all of the prophecy he might had been more cautious and waited to attack. This year Tom had wanted to know the entire prophecy and had tricked young Harry into getting it for him. The prophecy could only be retrieved by the one in which the prophecy concerned. In this case Tom and Harry. It seems however Tom underestimated young Harry once more, and what should have been a simple act of taking candy from a baby, had turned out to be a great deal more difficult then he had hoped. Harry Potter being the boy who he was, stood up to the inner circle and with his friends bought enough time for himself and the Order to appear and ambush. That is where things had taken a turn for the worse. Albus had pleaded with Sirius to stay behind, but the old fool had rushed in head first, like any Gryffindor and had gotten himself killed, by being hit with the killing curse and falling through the veil of death.
Harry was already mad enough as it was, due to one of his close friends nearly being killed by a dark curse, but when he saw the man who had become a father figure fall through the veil all hell had broken lose. Harry had been using simple spells up till then, but after what had happened. His simple spells had turned into a mixture of more dangerous spells, several of which dropped a number of Death Eaters including the late Lord Malfoy. There was no remorse or reaction to what he had done. He had killed several witches and wizards and had thought nothing of it. The boy had then chased after Bellatrix Lestrange who had been the one to kill his godfather. The boy had gone down an even darker path and had cast an unforgivable. That had been when the real trouble had started. Voldemort, tired of waiting, had appeared in the Ministry and faced off briefly with the boy. Albus closed his eyes and slowly recalled what he had seen.
Ministry Of Magic front Entrance Hall
Dumbledore suddenly appeared and looked upon the fight now taking place between Tom and young Harry. What he saw truly frightened the elderly Wizard, both were exchanging unforgivables. Harry was trying to hit Tom with the torture curse, while he was using his all time favourite spell the killing curse. Dumbledore watched stunned as Harry used his environment to his advantage and was now at a stalemate against a wizard who had over fifty years more experience.
"So Potter, not so light after all are we? Who would have thought the great Harry Potter would be throwing around unforgivable and other dark curses. Dumbledore would be terribly disappointed in you knowing some of the spells you have been throwing at me."
Harry narrowed his eyes ducked, rolled and sent another chain of cutting curses towards the wizard who had made him an orphan, he watched the first swatted away and then second impact a shield that Tom had created. Harry's emotions were on over drive, the old wizard could see that. He had just watched his godfather fall through the veil. Sirius had meant the world to him. Before his third year Harry hadn't known about Remus and Sirius and the friendship they had shared between his mother and father. He had always thought he was alone and had no family left. Both men however had proved those thoughts wrong. He wasn't alone, He In fact did have family and that had meant the world to Harry. Now though that was all gone, sure, the boy still had Remus, but Harry never really connected to the eldest Marauder. He had been more close to Sirius and now that Bellatrix had killed him. Then the boy felt like he had nothing left.
Harry hadn't even noticed Dumbledore was watching him. He had lost the one person he cared the most about, and now thanks to that demented bitch, Sirius was dead. Still Harry was pleased he had given the bitch a few things to remember him by. Voldemort had been forced to use a port-key as the wounds he inflicted with several dark curses had caused the bitch to bleed out. He banished a large piece of rubble in front of the incoming killing curse. The rubble exploded. Harry side stepped another spell.
"No good using tame spells against you snake face! However, let's start to make this duel really interesting shall we?"
Dumbledore eyes widened as he heard Harry hiss in Parseltongue and sent several dark spells towards Voldemort, causing the surprised Wizard to shield both spells. Any other shield would have shattered under the power of the spells.