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A young wizard raised his wand and pointed at the evil being that had killed his parents before he got a chance to know them. The battle raged on around him – both in his mind and in reality. The weight of the world, rested on his shoulders, he was the one who was destined to kill Voldemort.
He stared into the cold red eyes of his parents' murderer.
"You're time has come Voldemort, prepare to die"
Voldemort laughed. "You think you can beat me?"
The young wizard nodded, and levelled his wand. Voldemort also raised his.
"Avada Kedavra!" cried Voldmort.
"Expelliarmus" cried the wizard a second later. The two spells met and created the Priori Incantatum effect. The young wizard concentrated, forcing his spell along the connection to the other wand. As soon as the spell touched the wand, the young wizard forced his wand away, breaking the connection and cried "Magique Oblivious"
Voldemore screamed in pain, he felt like his body was being torn apart. He felt like something was being sucked out of him. "What's happening?" he gasped.
The young wizard smiled in triumph. "Your magic is being sucked out of you"
The spell complete, the young wizard raised his wand and cried out the second spell in the series of three. "Corpus Oblivius" Another pain seized Voldemort, and he fell to the ground, dead. The spell had sucked his soul into oblivion. The wizard called out the third spell, and Voldemort's body burnt into ashes.
Voldemort was dead. Neville Longbottom lowered his wand and turned away. The forgotten part of the prophecy had completed his quest.