The Wand, the Ring and the Sword
By JBean210

Published 3/14/2015

Happy Pi Day!

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Chapter One

The Wand

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A/N: For Catwriter, who wants to read a Harry Potter / Green Lantern cross over.

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"We bow to each other. Harry," said Voldemort, bending a little, but keeping his snakelike face upturned to Harry. "Come, the niceties must be observed… Dumbledore would like you to show manners… Bow to death, Harry…"

Harry's wand was in his right hand, his arm still trickled blood from the wound where Wormtail had taken his blood. His breath came in harsh gasps as the Dark Lord taunted him. He would not give in, he would not bow to him—

"I said bow," Voldemort hissed, raising his wand, and Harry felt a force like some huge, invisible hand bending him forward, forcing him to do Voldemort's will. Around them, the gathered Death Eaters who had been so silent, so fearful as Voldemort admonished them for not coming to his aid over the past 13 years, now laughed raucously at Harry's peril. "Very good," Voldemort said at last, and the pressure on his spine ceased. Harry stood upright.

"And now, we duel." Voldemort's wand moved again, and before Harry could do anything to defend himself he was hit by the Cruciatus Curse. Everything disappeared in a wave of white-hot pain, all-encompassing and all-consuming, so that Harry was no longer even aware of where he was. There was only the pain—

Suddenly, it stopped. Breathing heavily, Harry staggered to his feet, trying to move away from Voldemort, to put distance between them, but he fell against some Death Eaters who had surrounded them, and was pushed roughly back toward Voldemort.

"A little break, then," Voldemort said lazily, his wand circling in the air in anticipation of the next bit of fun. "That hurt, didn't it, Harry? You don't want me to do that again, do you?"

"I'm not afraid of you," Harry ground out, raggedly, and he meant it.

"You're not?" Voldemort smiled evilly. "I asked whether you want me to do that again," he said. When Harry didn't answer, he pointed his wand. "Answer me! Imperio!"

The Imperius Curse wiped his mind of all thought save the command to respond to Voldemort, to do as he bid. But Harry resisted it with all of his will. I will not answer, he thought. I won't. I WON'T.

Just say no, another part of him crooned. It will be so easy, so simple. Just answer no…

I WON'T, Harry's mind screamed, fighting back. Just answer no…

"I — WON'T!"

Harry's words echoed through the graveyard, and the laughter of the Death Eaters died away. "You won't?" Voldemort said quietly, his red eyes flashing dangerously in the fading light of the evening. "Harry, obedience is a virtue you must learn before you die. Perhaps another dose of pain —"

But as Voldemort began to raise his wand this time, Harry reacted, flinging himself sideways to the ground and rolled behind the marble headstone of Voldemort's father, Tom Riddle. Harry heard a crack as the curse Voldemort had cast slammed against it.

Voldemort chuckled, a terrible sound. "Harry, Harry…" he softly chided, as the Death Eaters began laughing once again. "We are not playing hide-and-seek here. Our game is considerably higher stakes, as you should know.

"You cannot hide from me. You cannot escape — even if you could Apparate, I have cast spells to keep you here. You are being a very foolish boy, Harry Potter."

Silently, Harry had to agree. This was it for him, the end had come. He couldn't run, he couldn't fight. Even if he could Disarm Voldemort, the only dueling spell he knew, what could he do against so many gathered Death Eaters? Harry sighed silently, resolving to meet his end with his head held high, unafraid.

"Does this mean you would prefer me to finish it now, Harry?" Voldemort taunted him. "Come out, then, Harry. Come out and we can play one final time. I promise it will be quick, now. It may even be painless. I don't know, as I've never died…"

Harry would show him how a brave man died. He prepared to leap to his feet, to challenge Voldemort with the only spell he knew that might help him, the Disarming Charm. Perhaps, just perhaps, he could surprise the Dark Lord enough to make him lose his wand.

"Harry Potter."

The voice in his ear made Harry freeze. It had not come from Voldemort, nor Wormtail, nor any Death Eater. It was as if someone had whispered directly into his ear. Harry turned his head.

Floating inches from his nose was a ring. "You are Harry Potter," the ring said.

Harry fought down the impulse to ask how a ring could talk and instead whispered, "Yes, I'm Harry."

"You have been judged worthy to bear this ring and wield the power of the Green Lantern Corps," the voice in his ear, the ring said to him.

"What is — the Green Lantern Corps?" Harry whispered. He had no idea what the ring was saying to him.

"Harry, stop whispering to yourself and face me," Voldemort said, beginning to draw nearer to the gravestone. "I grow tired of your attempt to delay the inevitable! Stand and face me!"

"Hold up your right hand," the voice whispered, and Harry obeyed. The ring flew downward, settling on his third finger, and flashed bright green. "Speak the Oath. You know the words."

Harry started to shake his head, having no idea what the voice meant, but words were forming in his head. Important words.

"In brightest day, in blackest night

No evil shall escape my sight!"

Harry whispered into the night. Evil was all around him now. Voldemort and his Death Eaters were evil and couldn't be allowed to go on killing people like Wormtail had killed Cedric. He rose to his feet, turning to face Voldemort.

"Ah, there you are, Harry," Voldemort hissed. "Let us continue our little duel, then—"

"Let those who worship evil's might,"

Harry spoke more loudly this time, pointing his fist at Voldemort, who pointed his wand at Harry.

"Beware my power — Green Lantern's light!"

Harry shouted the last words at the top of his lungs, and on the last word Voldemort shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"

A green flash slammed into Harry, seeming to illuminate every tombstone, every mask that watched the duel between Harry and Voldemort. Harry flew backwards a dozen feet, landing in the dirt.

Voldemort lowered his wand. It was finished. Potter was dead. He had fulfilled the prophecy. And the ignomy of his defeat at Potter's hand was laid to—

"Master!" Wormtail suddenly cried. "Look!"

Voldemort looked, and felt a cold dread pass through him. Potter was moving! The boy pushed himself up on one elbow, looking down at the green glowing ring on his finger. "What happened?" he asked, seemingly to himself.

Voldemort stepped forward again, brandishing his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" he shouted again, and the green flash hurtled toward Harry. Before it reached him, however, a dome of green light surrounded him, deflecting the Killing Curse away into the evening sky.

"Impossible!" Voldemort hissed. "The Killing Curse cannot be blocked!"

Harry was getting to his feet, holding the ring near his face. "Oh, I see," he said, ignoring Voldemort and his followers. It was almost as if he were…speaking to it. "I can really do that?" Harry's eyes looked up from the ring, into Voldemort's.

Voldemort felt — fear. "Kill him!" he shouted to his Death Eaters.

They surged forward, wands throwing arcs and bolts of energy at Harry. They were all deflected by green bursts from his ring. Harry pointed his right hand at them. The ring on his finger flashed green again, and beams of green light shot from it, forming giant hands that grabbed all of the Death Eaters and held them fast. The beams of light separated from the ring, but the green hands remained solid around the now-helpless Death Eaters.

"You — you cannot…" Voldemort hissed disbelievingly. "Where do you get such power, Potter?" His wand was held before him but what could he do? Potter had resisted even the Killing Curse, just like all those years ago, even though his mudblood mother was long-dead now and no help to him.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Harry said, taunting him.

In just a few seconds he had learned what the ring upon his hand was, what it represented. The ring had told him it was a Power Ring, fashioned upon the Planet Oa by a race of immortal beings known as the Guardians, beings who had made themselves the protectors of the Milky Way galaxy. Oa, at the center of the galaxy, was the repository of the Central Power Battery, the source of the Green Lantern's power.

Harry had also learned that he was needed elsewhere, that the man who had worn this ring before him was in serious trouble and he needed to save him before it was too late. Harry had precious little time to waste fighting Voldemort.

"I have to go now," Harry said. "But before I do, I need to take care of you." The ring had told him it worked by imagination and willpower — anything he could imagine, the ring could bring into reality, and would remain real as long as he had the will to sustain it. Harry's eyes quickly scanned the graveyard. What could he do to render Voldemort and his followers harmless until the Ministry could arrive to collect them?

Harry saw the solution. The iron fence around the graveyard began glowing green, then broke apart into long iron rods, wrapping themselves around the torsos of the Death Eaters. Other pieces of iron wove themselves around the constraining bands, then plunged their ends into the ground, anchoring the Death Eaters in place. Voldemort screamed impotent rage and fury as the same fate befell him, though Harry fastened three times as many iron rods around the Dark Lord as he had around his followers. All of their wands floated away from them, plunging into the ground a dozen yards from them, forming a sort of garden of wands beyond the reach of any of them.

"I will let Dumbledore know where you're at," Harry said to Voldemort. A green broomstick formed in his hand, and Harry mounted it. The ring glowed green again and Cedric Diggory's body lifted into the air, floating over as a second broom formed beneath it. Harry and Cedric's body flew into the night sky, headed towards Hogwarts.

"Master," a faltering voice croaked near Voldemort's ear. It was Wormtail. "Master, what do we do now?"

"Oh, shut up!"