Both their spells clashed and turned into a thunderous exchange. A push against each other, to hit the other first. Voldemort started with a disadvantage, but he poured out all his magic to push against Harry.
Thankfully, they both had to come down to the ground to do that.
"Ugh…" Harry struggled a little as the scar on his forehead began to hurt. But he still pushed forward despite the disparity in their innate magical power. So what if Elder Wand was his, Voldemort remained one of the strongest wizards to live. No external means could help overcome the innate magic. "I… Won't… Lose!"
One step at a time, he tried to physically push forward. Voldemort's green bolt of magic against his green bolt of magic. Both their colors meant death.
"Hehe! Hehe!" Voldemort laughed after seeing himself winning. "Be prepared to join your parents, Potter!"
Shhhh!
The searing, exploding, plasma-like energies continued to collide. Harry, yet remained firm, a smirk curling on his lips.
"But you killed far more than just my parents, Voldemort!" Harry bellowed and took a larger step forward, unbothered that he was losing the battle. "Even those who stood on your side… like Lady Zabini! You violated her, and killed her! Right in front of the eyes of your own followers! You vile creation of deluded obsession!"
"That is the world we live in, Potter! The strong reigns supreme!"
"Not in this world!" Harry replied and his gaze shifted slightly towards the back of Voldemort. "Do it! Take your revenge!"
"HAAAAA! Crucio!"
A third roar bellowed from behind Voldemort. Before he knew it a sharp, stinging, mind-numbing pain took over his whole body. He looked behind while keeping the wand ahead. "You! Blaise Zabini?"
"You killed my mother!" Blaize shouted and swung his wand again and again like a maddened beast. "Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!"
"Aaargh!" Voldemort faltered at last, unable to face so many painful curses. He looked back at Harry and saw the boy had gained an advantage over him, the killing curse from the Elder Wand a meter away from him. "You fight with deceit!"
"And you split your soul into eight pieces!" Harry responded instantly.
"Crucio!" Zabini continued, eyes bloodshot.
Thud!
Voldemort fell to his knees but kept his wand up, dark blue veins were all over his bald head. "This isn't over, Potter! It never will!"
"I know," Harry replied and took the final step ahead.
At last, the green flash struck Voldemort's mortal body like lightning from the sky. The dark wizard growled in pain like a beast, eyes full of delight, rage, and a little disbelief. He stared at Harry while his body turned into ashes, grinning with his animalistic teeth.
The real battle starts now.
Harry abruptly turned around to look at Hermione, Bellatrix, and Narcissa. Other than Hermione, he couldn't call his feelings as love for the other women. But no doubt he did feel a great deal of affection towards them.
"Forgive me," he mumbled at the three women and gazed at the crowd of the army he had gathered with good and evil means. As soon as he placed the tip of the Elder Wand under his own chin, he noticed their gasps. "Don't hate me for this. There's no other way."
"MY LORD! NO!" Bellatrix bellowed, panicked.
But Bellatrix felt Narcissa's hand holding her wrist. "Don't… Voldemort will never die without this."
"LET GO!" Bellatrix growled at her own sister.
Harry sighed, his gaze met with Hermione's eyes. A lot of guilt swept him. This was inevitable.
At last, Harry whispered the final spell under his breath. "Avada Ked—"
"Expelliarmus!"
Woosh!
"Stupefy!"
Thud!
Eyes agape, Harry fell flat to the ground. His wand was stripped and now in Hermione's hold, his consciousness sliding away.
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What's this place? Harry had no idea what had happened. One moment he was about to end himself, and the next thing he knew there was darkness all over, followed by a world all white. All except the people that walked around.
It was a busy road somewhere in London, and he could make out the texture of the building. As the people walked past him, he noticed a younger version of Professor Dumbledore entering a building.
Professor?
Harry rushed behind the fast-walking figure and entered the building. There were kids all around, some young and others older. The headmaster walked into one of the rooms soon enough.
As Harry followed in, he froze in place. Tom?
"At Hogwarts, you will be taught not only to use magic but how to control it," Dumbledore said to the young Tom. "Do you understand me?"
Harry watched them interact the whole time. Eventually, the old man left with the boy still talking.
"I can speak to snakes too. They find me… Whisper things. Is that normal for someone like me?" Tom revealed and noticed the look of shock on the headmaster's face. Following that, the old man left.
Harry still remained there, staring at young Tom. All the signs were there. How did the Professor not see it?
"GET OUT!"
Harry turned to the young Tom suddenly, his screeching scream almost demonic. His eyes stared right at him as if he could see everything.
"GET OUUUUT!"
I can kill him right here. Harry patted his jacket to find his wand. Where is it?
"GET! OUT!"
BOOM!
Without a warning, Harry felt something tug on his collar and drag him backward through the air. The entire building went past him and soon he found himself standing back on the street outside.
However, that scene changed again and revealed a house.
Everything was still white. Tom Riddle appeared again, but older. There were other members in the house. And soon enough, Tom murdered them all—his father and grandparents. The last Riddle line.
Woosh!
Memories after memories, Harry found himself seeing all of Voldemort's life. Yet, he couldn't find himself pitying the evil being for even a single moment. He may have had a lonely childhood, but at least he didn't have to suffer the Dursleys from the moment he could walk and talk. At least he had a room and not a fucking cupboard.
"Lack of mental growth from the use of a love potion to create him?" Harry wondered if that was the case. Perhaps Tom Riddle was born with a mental defect. Perhaps he could feel no positive emotions. "How could you miss the obvious, Professor…?"
"Indeed!"
Harry turned around in a rush, his surroundings having changed to the King's Cross station platform. But this was Tom Riddle in his adult form, not the vile-looking Voldemort.
"I've asked that myself. How did Dumbledore let me grow for so long?" Tom said, approaching Harry and slowly walking around him in circles. "In the end, I realized he was only strong in his magic. Not in his mind."
"Where is this place?" Harry questioned.
"Hah! Where else but your mind, Potter." Tom dismissively replied and stopped walking to stare at his face, a smirk on his lips. "While you watched mine, I watched your life. I pity your childhood, I really do—But I also don't care."
"Happens. Born of love potion, after all." Harry mocked back.
Tom's nose wrinkled like a feral beast. "I saw your activities… Even Narcissa? Now that I see it, I agree with the choice. Elegant, beautiful, pure, perfect to carry my seed. While I don't agree with the muggle whore, I'll still take care of her well, Potter—I won't ever let her womb remain empty."
No change of expression appeared on Harry's face. "As expected from filth born of love potions."
"..."
"ENOUGH!" Tom bellowed. "I own your body now, Potter. It's best for your little soul to fade away and feed mine to completion!"
"Are you sure, Tom?" Harry asked him back and raised his arms wide. "Did you really think I wouldn't consider this possibility?"
Tom frowned and noticed something strange. The world around them that was pure white now started to turn black. The melancholy of death suddenly hit him. "W-What did you do!?"
Harry smirked as he settled cross-legged on the ground. "Before our battle began, I ate a dissolvable marble. It's got something inside it that'll be released in a day's time—right in my stomach."
"WHAT IS IT?!" Tom almost crawled over to Harry.
"Why? Can't you guess? It's poison."
"No!" Tom fell on his rear, right in front of Harry. "B-Basilisk!"
"Ten points to Slytherin!" Harry clapped for the dark lord.
Silence fell between them. The white world full of light around them continued to turn black. It was the poison killing Harry's body, and it was happening too fast.
Tom, utterly confused, stared at Harry's face in fury, awe, and envy. He, who had split his soul seven times just to stay alive, was about to lose to a boy who chose to kill himself to defeat him.
"Y-You… damned yourself to death! Is that your plan, Potter?"
"I had a feeling Hermione would pull something like this. I've known her for years." Harry shrugged and rubbed his eyes after taking off his round glasses. He was undeniably sad—far more than he could express. "But… I would've liked to at least see my future family once before... well, before the end."
"No, no, no…" Tom raged in fury and pounced on Harry, gripping his collar. "You fool! You and your damned Gryffindor insanity!"
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