DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, places, terminology, or really much of anything depicted in this story. Hope that covers it.
Okay, on with the show--
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Full Circle
By AJLetson
Ch1: Endings and Beginnings
When the Dark Lord Voldemort fell, Harry Potter won instant recognition within the wizard community as "The Boy Who Lived". Seventeen years later, through Ministry of Magic propaganda and the articles in the Daily Prophet, the tide of opinion had turned against him so strongly that even some of his closest friends had deserted him. Alone and almost friendless, Harry faced off for the final time against Voldemort...
"Crucio!" Voldemort smiled. As Harry writhed in agony in front of him, the Dark Lord exulted in his final victory. He leaned down.
"You never could beat me, Potter. Whatever Dumbledore told you about any protection or advantage you might have, he lied. Compared to me, Potter, you're nothing."
Through the red haze in front of his eyes, Harry attempted to focus on Voldemort. "You're wrong." The light of defiance still gleamed in his eyes.
Voldemort flaunted the two wands that he was holding. "What are you going to do to me, young Potter? You have no wand."
Then, impossibly, a scarlet bolt flew from Harry's hands as he shouted "Expelliarmus!" through gritted teeth, and both wands left Voldemort's grasp and flew towards Harry. Unsteadily, Harry got up. "You're wrong, Voldemort. The capability to love, which you lost long ago, gave me this ability, to cast spells without a wand, or so Dumbledore told me." He leveled his wand at Voldemort, ready to cast the spell that would end the Dark Lord's power forever."
Defiantly, Voldemort stood up from where the blast of Harry's spell had thrown him. "Get back down!" Harry ordered harshly. "Three years ago, you made me bow to you; you must bow to me now."
Smiling a small smile, the Dark Lord sank to his knees...and Harry leveled his wand once more. "Avada Kedavra!" A bolt of green light flew from the tip, and as Voldemort breathed his last, Harry fell to the ground beside him, utterly exhausted.
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Another disclaimer: The ideas of nonverbal spells, casting spells without wands, and Harry having an advantage over Voldemort all came from the HP series.
A/N: I'd write more for a first chapter, but I have to sleep; finals tomorrow. Enjoy...
Update: It's been about half a year since I wrote this, yes, I know there are a few silly mistakes in here (Harry is doing some very odd stuff, I don't see him as being that prideful. Blah, oh well. I made some minor additions and changes for clarity