Harry found his chance just then and clasped Voldemort's head with his palms. Then, he let his thoughts sink in, the same magic that once allowed him to stare into Voldemort's mind. It was extremely dangerous, but he felt there was no other way.
Shhh~
Voldemort struggled, feeling an invasion into his thoughts. He tried to stop Harry, but how could he when his own memories had taught the boy? All his offenses and defenses were known. Only a small tug of war he could afford.
"Leave… my mind!"
Harry ignored his words and looked into the recent memories. Searching for the snake, he ripped across Voldemort's thoughts. His plans of attacking, the plan to kill him. He saw through all the plots and schemes, but they had all gone wrong with him losing his army.
There it is! He finally saw the snake.
Somewhere inside a room with a long table. A meeting between all the high-ranking Death Eaters that were still alive.
In the memories, Voldemort was talking while the snake was moving around on the floor. Then the scenes changed and Harry saw Dumbledore's grave.
Woosh!
Harry retreated from Voldemort's mind in that instant. He doesn't know I have the Elder Wand?
"Bombarda!" Harry blasted onto Voldemort's chest from point blank. He seized the chance and flew away from Voldemort, heading straight towards Dumbledore's grave.
"You will not!" Voldemort chased back. "Avada—"
Harry had come prepared for it and took out some pranks from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. In the form of a powder, he sprinkled something that left the Dark Lord itching all over his skin. Clearly, sometimes the simplest means were the best.
Harry gained distance with that and had the grave in sight. He looked around to find Nagini right away, but the large snake was nowhere to be seen.
Where is it?
Harry landed on the ground and rolled away to save himself from Voldemort's ire. He used the cover of Dumbledore's large tomb to look around for the snake.
Where the hell is it?! Voldemort's memories couldn't be lies.
"Come out, Potter! Face your fate!" Voldemort landed as well, still enraged. "I wanted it to be swift, but you chose pain!"
"Swift? By taking over my body?" Harry shouted back, stalling as he searched for the snake. "You sick half-blood imposter! You think your filthy existence can stand against me?"
"Aaaa!" Voldemort furiously started blasting spells all over the tomb of Dumbledore, chipping away its marble finishes with each explosion. "Fight me, Potter! It was you who masqueraded as me to win Bellatrix!"
"Ah, Bellatrix…" Harry continued, "Certainly tight in all the right places. Quite a seductive and entertaining vixen. Don't worry, you couldn't, so I put a seed in her!"
Boom!
Boom!
"Aaaa! Come out! Come and fight me! Coward!!"
Harry frowned, realizing Voldemort was far too strong magically. Seeing no other way, he took out the Elder Wand from his jacket. But his eyes remained searching throughout the floor.
Boom!
Voldemort's frantic spells struck everywhere, now non-verbal and purely fueled by rage and hatred.
"Hiss!"
Snake?
At that distant hiss, Harry remembered something and started hissing like a snake. "Shisss hasss…"
"NO! Nagini!" Voldemort heard Harry and shouted.
That only bolstered Harry as his parseltongue became louder.
Boom!
"Stop! Don't come up Nagini!" Voldemort roared.
Come up? Harry looked down at the ground and frowned. The snake is under the ground somewhere?
Time was of the essence and he made a decision quickly. With the Elder Wand in his hand, he ran off to make some distance and finally looked behind at the huge tomb, waving the wand at it. Forgive me, Professor. They'll rebuild it later.
Crack!
Crack!
The stone slabs of the tomb began to crack apart. The ground began shaking, large chunks getting uprooted completely and lifted into the air. Soon enough, as if an entire hill was being levitated, the ground on which the tomb rested flung into the air, only to land on the side with a bang.
"Hissss!"
There! Harry finally saw the tail of the snake, trying to hide back in the rubble. Not this time!
"FIENDFYRE!"
"NOOOO!"
The Elder Wand spewed great flames from its tip. A fiery dragon eclipsed them all in the sky, hiding the sun and bringing forth the fiery ire. Harry controlled it to the best of his ability, directing the fire around him to keep Voldemort at bay, while also engulfing the tail of the snake he could see.
"Hisss!"
The snake writhed and tried to hide further inside the dirt. But the Fiedfyre was explosive and oppressive, ripping apart the chunks of dirt to burn more of the snake's flesh. The more the snake tried to wriggle away the more it got burned.
"Stop this!" Voldemort shouted, panic in his voice.
Harry drew pleasure from it and continued, bombarding fire all over the possible hole that the snake had dug for itself. Charring its tail, then going further and further into its body to destroy it whole. But thankfully he didn't need to as once the Horcrux was damaged beyond a point, everything vanished.
"Hissssssss…!"
The snake couldn't even wriggle completely. Its grave became the very hole it had dug to reach inside Dumbledore's grave. Its body continued to turn into ashes as the fire inflicted inferno. The black shadow that arose from it also succumbed to the same fire.
"Nagini!" Voldemort shouted all that while, unable to cross into the storm of Fiendfyre. "Potter! You will suffer for this!"
Woosh!
Just like that, Harry stopped spewing out the Fiendfyre and made it vanish. He stood there facing Voldemort, wand ready. "Then make me!"
Snap!
Harry apparated abruptly and reappeared behind Voldemort, still keeping some distance. "You lost when I was just a year old. What makes this any different?"
"Avada—"
Harry vanished from the spot and this time appeared in the sky, flying in the black mist. The Elder Wand had sped up his magic beyond belief. "You thought Horcruxes would save you? Look at you now! Half-blooded, half-human, and one-eighth of a soul!"
Voldemort finally noticed the Elder Wand in Harry's grasp and almost thought of escaping for now.
"You can't!" Harry announced. "You've run once with your tail between your legs. Not again, not this time!"
The battle was inevitable.
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Back in the school, the battle was going in the favor of the good side. The Giants fell easily, the limited number of Voldemort's supporters surrendered once they saw no way to win, and their Lord was nowhere to be seen. Their morale was lost from the beginning as most of the purebloods had changed sides.
Yet, nobody cheered. Nobody shouted in victory. Where were Harry Potter and Voldemort?
"Did we win?"
"Not yet, Ron," Hermione nervously replied and looked left and right into the sky. "Not until Harry is here."
"It didn't even feel like a battle," Neville added, looking unhurt with just some dirt here and there.
"Hmph!" Bellatrix sneered disdainfully at their chatter. "It's all thanks to my Lo… Harry, who spent the last month subjugating every pureblood who changed sides today. You should be grateful to Harry that you're even breathing."
"Bella!" Narcissa warned her sister to control her tongue. "In any case, the battle for us is over."
Woosh!
"THERE!"
All heads turned towards the sky near the school castle. Two dark shadowy figures were visible in the air, fighting each other while free-falling towards the ravaged battlefield. Voldemort's growling shrieks were audible, while Harry's roars overpowered everything.
BOOM!
Both of them landed on the ground perfectly, carving a small crater with their magic. But ignoring everything else they leaped back at each other, wands flaring magic and at the same time physically dodging each other with the flying skill.
Woosh!
Killing curses and Cruciatus curses got thrown left and right, at each other's throats, both waiting for just one hit to land. But Harry's speed left plenty in shock as he dodged each of the Dark Lord's attacks and countered them with his own.
Boom!
Their spells collided in the sky like roaring sparks from a kiln.
"Die Potter!"
Harry scoffed, unaware of where that arrogance was coming from. All that he cared for now was to kill Voldemort's physical body before dealing with his own.
Shwooo~
Fuck! That was close! Harry narrowly saved himself from a green flash of the killing curse. That was the only curse that was being exchanged between them now. Pure hatred for each other fueled their battle. Voldemort's own effects on Harry's mind made him effective in casting the darkest of spells.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry bellowed at last, anticipating Voldemort's movement and flashing out the curse at unmatched speed.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort countered just in time and clashed with Harry.
BOOM!
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