Cursum Perficio: My Journey Ends Here

The air was full of the sounds and smells of battle, the ground a pool of blood and the fighters covered in sweat. In the center of it all was the one, the dark lord. He stood with his wang clutched tightly in one white knuckled hand and a manic gleam in his frightening red eyes. His eyes were focussed solely on the tall skinny boy making his way toward him. The time was right. The dark lord halted his fighting and waited for the boy to come to him.

"Tom," yelled Harry Potter, his voice carrying all around the area. "I have come to kill you. Prepare to die."

"You think a puny little boy like yourself can destroy a great dark lord such as myself," asked Tom, amusement evident in his high, cold voice. "You are nothing but another death to further my rise to power. You mean nothing. You are nothing."

Tom smirked as the boy faltered and looked back at his two fighting friends. They didn't even know what was going on around them. He flicked his wand and they fell lifelessly to the floor. He then turned his wand back on the trembling boy and opened his mouth to speak the fatal spell.

The boy fell face down in a pool of fresh blood. Tom walked over to him, flipped him over and casually snapped his wand in two. The boy couldn't use it anymore but who cared. It gave tom so much enjoyment to do it.

"So ends Harry Potter, the boy who lived," he said calmly.

A/N Okay so I was mad when I wrote this. I hope you like it anyway. May the moon protect and watch over you.