DISCLAIMER: I just borrowed Harry and Voldemort from JK Rowling, they are hers...
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Harry looked up and saw his nightmare. A pair of reptilian eyes, glowing with a slight reddish light under a hood pulled over its forehead. Two slits where more have nostrils, made it looks all too similar to the snakes it talks to. Its thin mouth curled in a sneer at the small boy alone in front of him.
A hiss issued from its mouth, if it can be called that, speaking in, Parseltongue, which, of all the living wizards, only the two of them spoke and understood. It said, "Harry Potter. The boy who lived," it paused, emphasizing his words, "You will live no more. Do you dare threaten the Dark Lord?"
Harry shuddered, his mind racing. It was run, be killed, or murder him. His heart quailed at the last, he would not sink to murderer. Often his mind dwelled on who he is, but murderer he knew he was not. Murder will never end violence.
The hissing was issued from the slit in his foe's face again, "Afraid to even speak to the Dark Lord, Harry Potter? I do not fear your name, but no one dares to speak mine. I speak while you remain tongue-tied. Is there any doubt of the stronger?"
Harry's mind knew he was right, but in that he was wrong. Strength is not a guarantee of better; he knew that he was the better wizard and even if he did not prevail, good will always triumph over evil.
Finally he spoke, "Tom Marvolo Riddle, I do not fear your name as you do. I do not fear mine either, I am Harry James Potter, my mother died for me just as my father died for her. Like you, my father gave me his name; unlike you, I am proud of who I am."
He saw his opponent's pupils dilate slightly, perhaps in anger, perhaps another emotion all together.
"I do not deny myself power as you do."
"I do not desire power if it comes from the pain of others."
"You have no ambition, my boy, join me, I will give you power..."
Harry was not tempted, his desire for power would never overcome his need to be the hero. He hated it in himself, but it was strong enough to succumb his want to accept Voldemort's offer.
"I would die before joining you." Harry was hit by realization of what he must do, there was only one choice; running would bring him nowhere, murder would make him the next Dark Lord, but death was the only way for possible salvation.
He watched at the slit acting as a mouth curled into a cruel sneer, "Are you sure...?"
"Yes."
"Good bye, then, Harry James Potter, say hello to your mother, father, and godfather for me. Avada Kedavra!"
Harry watched as green light flew towards him, having no fear of death, only a burning desire to save the world from Voldemort. Letting the light hit him, he was violently torn from his body, which crumpled to the ground, but beside his Voldemort's did the same. Rising up he saw his parent's faces beaming at him, taking him into Heaven. Somewhere below him, he knew Voldemort was negotiating with the Devil, perhaps asking to be reborn, perhaps wanting still more power, or, most likely, wondering how he died in the same curse that killed Harry Potter.
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A/N: Yes, it IS the end. I put it under tragedy, what did you expect? Anyways, if you didn't get that, Voldemort killed Harry, but in the same curse Voldemort died as well... It is a happy ending, by the way, Harry saved the world without becoming a murderer, he died in the process, but that's the point I was trying to bring across, if you were given a choice to die and accomplish a task, or live but have to kill someone to do it, which would you chose?
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Harry looked up and saw his nightmare. A pair of reptilian eyes, glowing with a slight reddish light under a hood pulled over its forehead. Two slits where more have nostrils, made it looks all too similar to the snakes it talks to. Its thin mouth curled in a sneer at the small boy alone in front of him.
A hiss issued from its mouth, if it can be called that, speaking in, Parseltongue, which, of all the living wizards, only the two of them spoke and understood. It said, "Harry Potter. The boy who lived," it paused, emphasizing his words, "You will live no more. Do you dare threaten the Dark Lord?"
Harry shuddered, his mind racing. It was run, be killed, or murder him. His heart quailed at the last, he would not sink to murderer. Often his mind dwelled on who he is, but murderer he knew he was not. Murder will never end violence.
The hissing was issued from the slit in his foe's face again, "Afraid to even speak to the Dark Lord, Harry Potter? I do not fear your name, but no one dares to speak mine. I speak while you remain tongue-tied. Is there any doubt of the stronger?"
Harry's mind knew he was right, but in that he was wrong. Strength is not a guarantee of better; he knew that he was the better wizard and even if he did not prevail, good will always triumph over evil.
Finally he spoke, "Tom Marvolo Riddle, I do not fear your name as you do. I do not fear mine either, I am Harry James Potter, my mother died for me just as my father died for her. Like you, my father gave me his name; unlike you, I am proud of who I am."
He saw his opponent's pupils dilate slightly, perhaps in anger, perhaps another emotion all together.
"I do not deny myself power as you do."
"I do not desire power if it comes from the pain of others."
"You have no ambition, my boy, join me, I will give you power..."
Harry was not tempted, his desire for power would never overcome his need to be the hero. He hated it in himself, but it was strong enough to succumb his want to accept Voldemort's offer.
"I would die before joining you." Harry was hit by realization of what he must do, there was only one choice; running would bring him nowhere, murder would make him the next Dark Lord, but death was the only way for possible salvation.
He watched at the slit acting as a mouth curled into a cruel sneer, "Are you sure...?"
"Yes."
"Good bye, then, Harry James Potter, say hello to your mother, father, and godfather for me. Avada Kedavra!"
Harry watched as green light flew towards him, having no fear of death, only a burning desire to save the world from Voldemort. Letting the light hit him, he was violently torn from his body, which crumpled to the ground, but beside his Voldemort's did the same. Rising up he saw his parent's faces beaming at him, taking him into Heaven. Somewhere below him, he knew Voldemort was negotiating with the Devil, perhaps asking to be reborn, perhaps wanting still more power, or, most likely, wondering how he died in the same curse that killed Harry Potter.
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A/N: Yes, it IS the end. I put it under tragedy, what did you expect? Anyways, if you didn't get that, Voldemort killed Harry, but in the same curse Voldemort died as well... It is a happy ending, by the way, Harry saved the world without becoming a murderer, he died in the process, but that's the point I was trying to bring across, if you were given a choice to die and accomplish a task, or live but have to kill someone to do it, which would you chose?