Tommy-Boy's Fall Part I
By Greenfly
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Voldemort and Harry circled each other within the arena, the prophecy echoing in both of their minds.
… Neither can live while the other survives… Neither can live while the other survives…
No one could interfere now. Both he and The-Boy-Who-Would-Not-Die were circling in the strongest shield that could be conjured. They were completely unaware of the hundreds or Deatheaters and Aurors that were apparating in the field outside the shield. Neither noticed Dumbledore arrive and add his magic to keep the shield in existence, even though Harry knew he would. The duellers were in a world of their own. Only the two of them were there – from the beginning of time until the end it would only be those two.
… Neither can live while the other survives…
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted and Harry ducked.
"What? No Crucio? Learned your lesson have you?" Harry taunted, his wand concentrated on a stick on the floor not too far from his feet. He still kept an eye on Old Tom though.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort screamed again and Harry dodged once more. Why did the Boy keep trying? It was useless.
"Avada Kedavra!" A green belt of light was returned, which Voldemort casually side-stepped. Harry didn't even spare a glance at him before concentrating his wand once more on the slowly lengthening stick.
"When will you learn Boy? The world can not exist without me. If you destroy me you will destroy everything that you know. I have linked my mortality to magic itself! What do you think will happen if you destroy me?" Voldemort shouted. How the Boy ever found out about his Horcruxes he'd never know. No matter. He was going to kill the Boy and then the world would be his.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry collapsed onto the floor; eyes squeezed shut as sweat dripped down his face. He was finished. Now he only had to see if the spell had worked.
Voldemort watched in amusement as the pathetic boy before him scrambled once more to his feet, his wand lying forgotten on the ground. What did he think he could accomplish? Especially with no wand! A cold chilling laugh echoed within the dome-like shield and Harry almost collapsed through the pain in his scar, but fortunately managed to keep standing as he brought what he had transfigured up and onto his shoulder.
"Avada Kedavra." Voldemort was just playing now. He could see the boy was spent, and enjoyed watching him dance. "Avada Kedavra." He aimed once more for near the boy's feet. He watched as the Boy hauled what appeared to be something heavy onto his shoulder. What had he transfigured that stick into? Perhaps he should ask before he killed the Boy.
Harry watched Voldemort's eyes flicker and he grinned. Voldemort didn't know what it was, and it would be his downfall. Seeing him raise his wand once more, Harry interrupted him with words as he took aim.
"This, Tommy-boy, is what muggles call a bazooka."
And he pulled the trigger.