Penny: I'm trying really hard to make this fic more flowy then my others, because of this this fic will be updated slowly; I want this to be a well thought out fic. Tell me all about what you think of this fic, whether good or bad, just let me know how you think I did. Also, I don't own either KHR or HP, all rights go to there creater (which I'm not).

Taunt & Fire Judge: I plan to update sometime in May.

In a world full of darkness the moon will always shine more brightly.

He wanted to run, he wanted to hide, and he wanted to be anywhere but here in this cemetery. But, Voldemort wouldn't let him have that respite after he had watched Cedric die and watch the murderer of his parents resurrected.

It wasn't enough that this man had turned his only true home into a prison that locked him in and wouldn't let him escape from a dangerous tournament, a prison that locked him inside with people who thought him a cheater, and a liar.

It wasn't enough that he had killed his parents and damned him to an abusive house, with a family that couldn't get enough of showing how worthless he really was, and how he was only there because he earned his keep.

It wasn't enough that he tried to get him killed each year he has been at school.

He was the-boy-who-has-to-die according to this man who stands in front of him, mocking him, and in his pained filled mind he still couldn't find the energy to hate this man. He had enough reasons to yet, something inside him wouldn't let him hate him, or anyone for that matter. There is Draco, Uncle Vernon, Death Eaters, Snape, Dudley, Dumbledore, Aunt Petunia, Ron and the list goes on and on about people who have wronged him or who have hurt him, but he never hated them. Just like he never hated them he didn't hate this snake face man. All he felt was pity at the site of this being that had to feel powerful by taking out a 14 year old boy, and by being surrounded by people who had no back bone and became toads with all their bowing and kissing of this man's robes.

It took him a minute to notice that he was being pulled to his feet and given his wand. But, it didn't take long for him to realize that he was supposed to duel the murder of his parents, because of the sharp pain in his leg, giving him a sense of reality.

With all of the toads surrounding the two, the one with the power thirst said, "You have been taught how to duel, Harry Potter?" his red eyes glinting through the darkness, but his eyes didn't come near the glow that his own green eyes did.

In his semi-muddled mind he thought about the joke of a dueling club that Lockhart had taught. At the moment he could only think of one spell that he learned then, and how he learned more in the time he was studying for the Tournament then then.

When his mind refocused it was to the words "Bow to death, Harry…"

He wanted to laugh, he really did! This man has been trying to kill him since he was a baby and for some unknown reason he thought he could kill him know. While he didn't have nearly as much experience as the other did, he learned long ago from his time in primary school that in a fight experience, size, age, none of it mattered all that mattered was that you tried, and never back down. Running never brought you anywhere except in certain situations.

He never showed this man an ounce of respect before and he wasn't going to start now with this bowing and playing his games. But it didn't seem to matter, what he thought as his body was forced to bow before he was in quick session hit with another Cruciatus Curse. Like before he refused to give this man the satisfaction of hearing him scream, as no one has had that honor since he was five; when his uncle gave him a beating for getting top marks in school while Dudley had the lowest.

The white hot pain he felt soon left and he quickly got up. And he was quite proud of himself for only having a slight wobble stance. But no one else shared his sentiments, as Voldemort was quick to start on another one of his taunts. He refused to listen to this self-loathing being! Someone who has no respect for human life, for Cedric, his parents, and for all the other lives he had ruined in his quest for power.

At the end of this he would live just to spite this demon and for everyone he cares about. He is going to live!

It was with this resolve that while that white snake was laughing at him he pointed his wand at the shadow of a man, and shouted, "Expelliarmus!" and Voldemort cried, "Avada Kedavra!" on instincts alone.

As green and red meet, Harry couldn't help the feeling of irony at that the spells that the other favored is the spell the color of their opponents eyes. The feeling past fast enough though because his attention went straight to his vibrating wand that now was connected to Voldemort's by a golden light. And had to close his eyes because of how bright the light was.

He wanted to let go of his wand, because it was shaking so bad. But he couldn't, he knew instinctively that if he hesitated with his spell for even a second he would die. And he couldn't die; he had to live to spite this monster! He had to live for his friends! He had to live to protect the ones who couldn't fight!

And with that thought he opened his eyes and from a bystander point of view his eyes were a frosty blue-white, which had a luminescent glow in the dark. The golden thread started to turn the same color as his eyes and continued to cross then it eventually got to Voldemort's wand, there was an explosion of frosty blue flames, that the Death Eaters had no chance of escaping, and were turned into sculptures made of moonstone that were then destroyed because of the continuing waves of flames.

Voldemort wasn't as lucky as his followers, and when the flames hit him, he gave a silent scream from all the pain. It felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes as his skin slowly turned into moonstone and once his skin was rock hard the feeling of his insides become solid. And it was in pure horror as he watched as all his soul fragments came from all around and hit him in the chest, this pain was nowhere near what the flames felt like but they were worse than the Cruciatus Curse.

He knew he was going to die, permanently this time, and all he could feel was fear and pain. And it was all because of that brat! When he started to feel numb to the world he used his last bit of strength to look at the boy who had defeated him, the last thing he saw was dimming green eyes.

As Harry saw his parents murderer eye's dim to the same way as Cedric's had, he finally let the day catch up to him and as he fell backwards, the last thing he saw was the night sky, with a big, bright moon in the center. Little did he know that that was going to be the last time he ever saw anything again.