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The Potter-mon competition.

The School of Prompt - Relieve

Hogwarts Writing Club round 6. Revolution

Word count without AN - 629


Avada Kedavra

Harry knew his arms should hurt, but he felt no pain from them. He hung limply from the shackles that held him up from the ground, his eyes flitting from person to person in the chamber room he was being held. He allowed his gaze to rest on Hermione, who was shackled directly across from him, and Ron who hung next to her. He'd failed them.

Voldemort stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by his Death Eaters, an evil smile on his face as he looked around at his handy work. The pain in Harry's head doubled as Voldemort met his eyes, an amused gleam appearing when Harry refused to look away from him. Harry could tell the monster was relishing the situation they were in.

A murmur from Voldemort that Harry couldn't hear had the Death Eaters scattering around the room, moving to stand guard beside those held to the wall.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldmort watched the shock ripple around the room as Luna Lovegood, one of Potter's little sycophants, went limp in her shackles. Gasps and cries rent the air, and Voldemort revelled in the sound. He would enjoy every last moment of this. He turned to look at Potter again, happy to see the pain in the little brats eyes as he looked at his fallen friend.

Lord Voldemort smiled. He'd finally found a way to break the boy, and it would be fun to watch him crumble before his inevitable death.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Harry saw Fred fall victim to the killing curse, and the raw pain in his chest doubled. First Luna, now Fred... Voldemort was enjoying himself. Harry knew he would be last, knew this was his final punishment for failing to fulfil his destiny. He would be forced to endure the pain of loosing every single person he held dear, forced to feel the emptiness of loss, over and over again.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort watched the boy carefully as he spun his wand around the room as though they were playing a fatal game of spin the bottle. As his wand passed over the fiery little red head girl, Potter has a visible reaction. His face contorted, his eyes closed. That was interesting... very interesting indeed.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Harry couldn't watch as Voldemort pointed his wand at Ginny. His Ginny. He closed his eyes against the sight before him, unable to watch as the one girl he'd loved fully and completely, fell to the wand of a monster. He heard the cries of Molly and Hermione and he clenched his fists as hard as he was able, his nails cutting in to his skin.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort flicked his wand towards the boy, magically forcing his eyes open. He spelled them to force Harry to watch, and saw the relief on the boys face when the little redhead, still alive and defiant, stared back at him.

"Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!"

One by one they fell and Harry felt each death keenly. They were getting closer to the time Harry knew was coming, when he would have to watch Ginny die without being able to do anything to stop it. He only hoped that when it happened, Voldemort would quickly relieve him of life so he wouldn't have to stand the pain of losing her.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort watched the girl fall, his hair resting around her face as she swung to a lifeless stop. He heard the Potter boy, his screams like music to the Dark Lords ears.

Finally, he'd broken the boy. He turned to face Harry. "You could have joined my revolution, Harry. You could have saved the lives of these people. You could have saved your little girlfriend."

Potter sobbed, paying Voldemort no mind.

With a deep breath, Voldemort aimed his wand one last time.

"Avada Kedavra!"