As Harry fought the Dark Lord, knowing it would be the last fight for one of them, prophecy kept playing back over and over in his mind.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…
That was true, alright. He was the only one capable to vanquish.
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ...
Again, simply stating the facts. It was him.
and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, and he shall power the Dark Lord knows not,
Same again, with a little more added.
and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…
And there it was. Potentially problematic.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ...
And that's just repeating what's already been heard. The words echoed around his mind as spells flew past him.
Either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…
It was always that line that he remembered.
Either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live…
Either must die at the hand of the other…
Either must die at the hand…
Hand? Harry looked at his wand and at Voldemort's.
'Hold on a moment' he thought. 'The prophecy says hand.'
He looked up at Voldemort's face and saw nothing but pure hatred in the red eyes, forcing power through the wand. Hand. He raised his wand high and screamed, running straight at the Dark Lord.
"HOGWARTS!"
Voldemort stood there shocked, watching the teen come charging at him, wand up in the air. He started another killing curse but the Potter brat reached him before he could finish.
SMACK!
Harry's fist collided with Voldemort's chin. The other hand, still holding his wand slapped across his face, the tip catching his eyes. Voldemort was powerless against the strength the boy had physically. Punch after punch landed, no matter how he tried to defend himself. The last thing he remembered was the boy's wand colliding with his nose.
Harry stared down at the battered body that had been Lord Voldemort. He panted momentarily before withdrawing the wand from Voldemort's excuse of a nose. He looked at it and grimaced.
"Urgh. Snake bogeys." He wiped his wand on the Dark Lord's trousers before walking away.
A/N: What do you think? R&R.