(TO PREVIOUS PAGE) And as the Ring became his property, Lucius felt himself slowly changing within, developing an overpowering feeling of invincibility, that he could never be defeated by another.

But Harry knew none of what had just taken place. For he was miles away, on board the Millennium Falcon II, safely en route to Earth.

That is, until he fatally miscalculated a turn, accidentally hit his head against his ship’s control panel, and the vessel shot through the rocky exterior and crash-landed on Mustafar, the lava planet.

Harry blacked out and temporarily lost consciousness.

Only to find, when he woke up, that he was lying on a small mass of uncomfortable, rocky land, which was barely enough for him to get comfortable on. And all around him, was red-hot, fiery lava, so hot that Harry felt that his very insides were burning.

He gave a jolt when he realized that he wasn’t quite alone.

For there was a evil, leering, scowling face, surrounded by long, blond hair, right in front of him, holding a blood-red lightsabre directly above his eyes, and slowly gaining ground every second. A face he had seen only earlier that day. But it was a face he would definitely have preferred not to see.

It was the face of Darth Lucius, who was accompanied by his son and apprentice, Draco.

Startled, Harry backed away, instantaneously, withdrawing as far as the small piece of red rocky ground would allow.

And Lucius cursed under his breath. Just as he was about to strike his first blow, Harry had woken up and become conscious.

So, Lucius withdrew his lightsabre, pretending that nothing had happened.

And he sneered at Harry like he always did, as if mocking him.

But Harry wasn’t daunted. No, not one bit.

For he calmly whipped out his lightsabre, and switched his wand to his other hand.

“So, you want to fight?” he challenged Lucius, standing his own ground and sounding a lot braver than he felt at the moment.

“To the death!” Lucius agreed, whipping out his lightsabre again.

And he quickly struck Harry with his lightsabre.

But Harry was prepared. He skillfully deflected the blow.

Lucius tried again, this time aiming directly for Harry’s neck.

But once again, Harry deflected the blow, with a defensive move worthy of a true Jedi.

And then the Jedi performed the first spell he could think of.

He swished and flicked his wand.

“Wingardium Leviosa!”

The small, but heavy ring that Lucius was holding, lifted off his palm and suddenly began to levitate in mid-air.

Lucius was stunned. He hadn’t been expecting this at all.

But that wasn’t the end of Harry’s apparent trickery.

For the very next moment, the ring zoomed towards Lucius, like a faithful boomerang, and hit him, square on his forehead.

Alone, the ring would not have been able to do any damage in this manner, but the great speed and strength of the attack, coupled with the immense power of the Ring, was just enough to cause Lucius to completely lose his footing and topple off the safe, but small piece of rocky land, and straight into the piping hot orange-red lava flames surrounding them.

Lucius screamed in frustration as he went over the edge and his body was being charred beyond recognition.

“Help me destroy him, Draco! And you shall become the next Sith Lord!” were his last words before his blond head went completely under the lava. (TO NEXT PAGE)

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