Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters. Dammit. By the way, what Harry says is not by me either. It's by a youtuber PAINT. He did a video called Harry Potter in 99 Seconds and I loved it and it made me write this. Thanks PAINT
Voldemort stared at the young male that was slowly walking towards him. The sounds of the final battle surrounded him. Screams of pain and the flashing colors of multiple spells were all around him. Somewhere nearby, he heard Bellatrix's insane cackling as she took a few teachers out. Voldemort focused on the bane of his existence.
Harry Potter. The Golden Boy. The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Piss-Him-Off-By-Never-Dying. Voldemort sneered at the small boy. The brat stopped a few feet in front of him. Harry stared up at the Dark Lord, eyes blazing. Voldemort thought the sight of the battle behind Harry made the young man look radiant. He quickly smashed that thought. He raised his wand, sneer turning into a smirk. "Ah. Harry Potter. Come to beg for your life?" His laugh was one that promised pain.
Harry silently shook his head, staring into the blood red eyes of his mortal enemy from birth. He opened his mouth, and said something that only made Voldemort's smirk grow. "There once was a boy named Harry. Who constantly conquered death. But in one final duel between good and bad. He may take his final breath." Harry said. It was only loud enough for him and the Dark Lord to hear.
"Glad to know you have accepted your fate Potter." Voldemort grinned. "I have." The young man responded. His eyes only seemed to glow brighter. "But have you accepted yours, Tom?" Harry questioned, bravely taking a step towards the Dark Lord.
Those words rang through Voldemort's mind even to this day. It had been six years since the final battle. Six years since he spared Harry Potter's life. Five years since he became the headmaster at Hogwarts, and found a potion to return his former looks. Four years since he took Harry as he consort. Three years since he and Harry had been married. Two years since their twins were born. And one year since their youngest daughter was born.
Voldemort thought of those words every day. 'Have you accepted yours, Tom?'. He stared down at his sleeping husband. A small smile graced his features at the angelic look on Harry's face. He unconsciously held the smaller man to tighter to his chest and thought to himself, 'Yes. I have accepted my fate.'
A/N Onekind here! With...A Voldemort and Harry story! Finally! I've been wanting to do these cuties forever! I'm really happy with how I did this. It may be small but my friend loves it. I'm really happy I did this. But I have things to work on. So be nice and leave some reviews please? Ciao~