The dark graveyard was covered with a sea of black hoods, all facing forward with rapt attention. It was going to be a night to remember and celebrate. The scenery was not have been as luxurious as they had been accustomed to, in comparison to the comfort of their wealthy manors. Yet their eyes were not on the scenery. Neither the sinister statue that stood in the middle of the grounds, nor on the various tombstones placed in memorial for those who passed were paid any attention. Oh no, on this peaceful night, their eyes focused on the current spectacle. A battle between an insect and a recently returned deity.

A regal individual, with aristocratic grace and blonde hair stood in restless anticipation. For after this fight is over he hoped that his nightmare will end. The cruelty wrought will end with just a few more calculated and necessary deaths. Although he had no qualms with the teen who bears the lightning scar named Harry Potter, he did have qualms with everything that child symbolized. Indeed, magic blood spilled, especially of one so young is tragic, but it was necessary. As the eyes of Lucius Malfoy rose up to observe history in the making once more, his very body shook with the memory of the night where bloodlust ruled the dark. He heard an echo of the screams of a baby in a crib and only to be in a short moment stifled. Yes, as Lucius Malfoy watched his old brother in arms fight, he remembered the night the great Tom Marvollo Riddle truly became the cruel Lord Voldermort.

Of course, nobody else was aware of the thoughts going through a certain Lucius Malfoy. They were amazed that the Dark Lord was able to hold his own against an above average student, when his magic would take at least a week to regenerate back to its potential. They were also very impressed that the boy showed the survival tactics needed to hold out as long as he did. However, each of them knew that against any one of them, the boy would not last more than 5 seconds. As it stands, the only reason he lasted this long was because the Dark Lord had just received his magical core to use once more and not to mention, get used to the standard motions once more after all of this time. Otherwise, a mere glance would be able to tear Harry Potter to shreds.

Harry was now backed behind a gravestone as he felt the multicolour lights whizz past his head and hit behind his safety barrier. His adrenaline and confidence decreasing by the second. It reached the critical point as many do where he made the realization that he was going to die tonight. Time seemed to slow as he was only loosely aware of the barrage going on behind him. He briefly wondered if his friends would forgive him for failing to take him down, only to stop and realize they really weren't good friends this year well…except maybe Hermione. He remembered in sadness briefly the life of Cedric, snuffing out so quickly cause he wasn't fast enough to stop him.

It's funny, to think one's life truly flashes before their eyes as they prepare to face the reaper himself. In watching how truly miserable his life was from the horrors of school, to the loving Dursley's he decided to finally be the difference should he escape with his life, however unlikely.

He found the lion in his heart and the snake in his head and heard his arch enemy once more yell over the spell-fire, 'come now Potter! You're mudblood of a mother saved you then but she isn't here. No Dumbledore, no songbird just you, and your weakness!'

This was it, he told himself and having found his resolve finally stood out from behind his only source of protection from the evil before him. 'Come Tom, have it your way.' There was a flash of shock but only briefly in his opponents' eyes. Harry also saw something he'd never see the snake show. Was it almost a hint of…pride? Regardless the hatred once again took over his opponents' posture as tension suffocated the air.

That tension lasted but a mere moment as they were off. With a series of shouts from the young boy, "Stupefy! Bombarda! Diffindo!" Voldermort watched as the multicolor lights flew at him only to quickly cast them aside with minimal difficulty. Slightly surprised at the offensive and the power they presented however, he watched as they tore up the landscape in front of him. With dirt and cobblestone flying all over the place, Harry remained poised and ready, waiting to see the aftermath of his assault. It didn't take long for his preparedness to turn into fear as he heard "Voltus! Crucio! Sectumsempra!"

There was nothing he could do to prepare a the lightning fast Voltus caught him off guard, as it was a spell much unknown to him. A spell that he was soon going to be intimately familiar with. Almost as soon as he blinked he found himself on the receiving end of what felt like lightning striking his chest. It blew him halfway across the graveyard into another gravestone. He heard a crack in his back but his focus was on what felt like millions of volts piercing his skeleton. It wasn't excruciating but it was disabling some of his nervous system and causing some degree of pain. He tilted his head slightly to the side to avoid the Crucio which made an indent beside his head. It embedded some pebbles in his skull but all in all it was the least of his damage. At least that was until the newly pronounced Sectumsempra nicked his leg, for rapid cuts nearly sliced his leg right off. As his eyes glazed from the pain and voltage, Harry knew he could only make one last bout of energy for a final assault.

The crowd were left in awe and shock at the display before them, every one of them impressed with both wizards only to draw deathly still. The duel drew to a close with Harry hobbling to face Voldermort head on in a symbolic standoff in front of Tom Riddle Senior's corpse. The wizards each marked the momentous occasion with spells that never failed each of them respectively, even in the darkest of times, 'AVADA-KEDAVRA,' 'EXPELLIARMUS.' As the two spells drew near to each other, nobody present, saw the flash of a being who burst into violet flames with a trill. For though Harry Potter will live till another day, another king was ready to enter the board and neither the light nor the dark was ready for him.

A.N: Well that's a wrap. Please let me know thoughts and opinions, as a beginning of a hopeful journey. I'd love the feedback as it is the first I've written.

Take care now, and hopefully you'll enjoy the rest that is to come.