Disclaimer: The characters in this fan fiction does not belong to this particular poor, uneducated, aspiring author, it belongs to a certain, rich, successful author somewhere around the globe.
A/N: This is my first fic posted on here! I have had many, many inspiring ideas, and half-finished fics written, but they either wrote themselves into a corner (I have no part in that!) or lost inspiration. This one however, came to me in its entirety. (I got up every two minutes to jot down ideas while lying in bed at 2am!) I have already planned for it to be a two- or three- part novel length epic fic. :) So enjoy without worries! I'm hoping to update once a week or bi-weekly, on Thursdays.
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The sounds of the battle roared around Harry, who was hardly aware of the fighting, the duelling, and the hexing. He was focussed only on the person standing in front of him; Voldemort. His green eyes narrowed as he focused on the loathsome figure standing before him; his pale-white complexion and blood-red eyes furthered his anger. This was the reason for his unhappiness. This was the reason why he must kill him.
"Come to kill me, young Potter?" Voldemort smirked, which looked like a grimace on his snake-like face, "I am the Dark Lord. You'll never succeed in your pitiful endeavour. Join me now or die tonight."
"No, I think not, Tom Riddle," Harry replied calmly despite the storm of war raging about them. He levelled his wand at his target, "I have power you know not of."
Voldemort cackled, tears of laughter forming in his eyes. "A boy who wants to best the evilest, most powerful wizard of all time? You must be joking. I'll end this quickly, shall I? Avada Kedavra!"
The curses began to fly between the two wizards. Flashes of angry red and deadly green shot out from the ends of the brother wands, each not willing to hurt the bearer of the other. The duel was intense, both participants equally matched, Harry with his youthful vigour, and Voldemort with his expertise and precision. A winner was nowhere in sight. Harry and Voldemort were both panting from exertion of the long duel, when finally Harry spotted a gap in Voldemort's defence and sent a body-binding curse. Long tendrils of thick, black rope wound themselves around the Dark Lord's body, successfully binding his wand hand behind his back, preventing him from uttering any more Dark spells.
A flash of shock and fear passed over his eyes, but was quickly concealed with a sneer. The red eyes glared icily at Harry. "Well done, boy, the old man has taught your worthless self something after all. But considering that you are about to join your dirty-blooded parents, there's not much use for that, is there?" Voldemort laughed, the sound grating harshly against Harry's ears, "You can't even cast an Unforgivable, can you? How absolutely usele-"
"STOP!" Harry bellowed, his uncontrolled wandless magic effectively silencing Voldemort for a moment. "You have no right to make such a statem-"
"Pity that you had no parents, Potter. Here's a taste of what it can be like-"
"Avada-"
"«Obsequium Humanus Mancipium!»"
"-Kedavra!"
A jet of green light hit Voldemort right in the chest, blasting him up four feet into the air. His lifeless body fell down, hitting the ground with a thud. Harry was pushed back by the force of the unknown spell Voldemort had casted. He felt millions of tiny claws peeling at his skin, his throat, and his eyes. He turned to his right, meeting the eyes of one Severus Snape, the one who had cast the Killing Curse. Suddenly, all went black.
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A/N: Review + Suggestions = Love? Please give a newbie writer some loving and drop one by! This has also not been beta-ed, so if some nice person wants to do that, I'd be delighted. :)