Chapter one : Nothing at all
He was in a dark, musty cavern...
A pale face was illuminated in the darkness, a high mocking laugh accompanying it...
"This is it, Harry. It's only you and I. No others to hide behind, no running away from it this time, Harry. Come, meet the end!" Voldemort shouted, cackling maniacally.
"So it is, Tommy-boy. So it is. The question is, whose end shall it be?" Harry retorted calmly. He felt nothing, just a cold, empty darkness where his heart should have been. His wand flashed, and all the torches on the walls were lit, illuminating whites faces... Red hair... His friends, all cold and dead.
Voldemort's face twisted in fury. "My. Name. Is. Not. TOM!" he roared, and with a great fury, he uttered a dark incantation. All the dead bodies stood up. "Attack him," he said coldly.
They lurched towards Harry, and suddenly his cold, aching void was filled with pain, hot, unbearable, aching, unwanted pain. He screamed in pain as he sliced Hermione's head off, crying as he burned Ron's pale face. His heart felt like it was split in two as he was forced to destroy his dead friends, until only Ginny was left. Harry stared at her, and then burned his love to ashes. His heart broke.
Harry's breath came in pants, fogging the cold air. His burning pain quickly cooled to a cold fury as he remembered who had done all this.
Harry turned to Voldemort. "So now we know who was really hiding this whole time," he said shakily. Harry smiled, emotionless. "Why? Why do you hide, Tom? Is it because you're afraid of dying? Or is it because you are afraid of the truth? Why did you turn so dark, Tom?"
"For power!" Voldemort hissed angrily. Then he looked surprised that he had answered, before continuing, "Why else?"
"Perhaps because you were afraid of being normal? No different than anybody else? Ordinary? You aren't ordinary, Tom, but you aren't special. You might've been, but you aren't," Harry continued, his voice calm and collected. "Face it, Tom. You are just like every other Dark Lord that has risen. Madder, perhaps, more feared, perhaps, but not different."
Voldemort screamed in fury. And as he was screaming, Harry leapt forward and stabbed a dagger into his chest.
Voldemort's eyes opened wide in surprise. An aura of golden light haloed around the wound, growing brighter, until it consumed him completely and sucked Harry in.
There was no sign of Harry ever being there.
The cavern exploded. And outside of the cavern, the mountain exploded. Chunks of rock shot into the already ruined battlefield. Not that it could just be called a field. A wasteland stretched for what looked like miles. Except it didn't. The entire earth looked like this. There was nothing living here.
Nothing at all.
A/N:
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