Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
I Like The Quiet.
They were standing there, on a bleak island that was little more then a bunch of rocks just off the northern most tip of Scotland.
" Is this island to be your final resting place Potter?" sneered Lord Voldemort, the worst Dark Lord that had existed in countless centuries, untouchable by anything magical asked his greatest foe Harry Potter, the only one who had ruined numerous plots of his and seemed to survive where no one else did.
"Perhaps, but then it could also be yours." Answered Harry, facing his enemy calmly, at ease with his hands behind his back.
"You seek to challenge me? You fool nothing magical can harm me, I am INVINCIBLE!"
"It's true that nothing magical can harm you, but this island, if you can call it that, is rigged with entirely muggle explosives. We have also been here long enough for both the anti-apperation and anti-portkey words to go up."
"WHAT? What have you done? You can't escape either!"
"That may be true, but there is one thing may not have known about me."
"And that is?" snarled Voldemort.
Harry smiled as he moved his hands, one of them holding a detonator, in front of him. "I like the quiet."
Click!
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