Chapter Three: The Iceman Cometh...

Instead of writhing in pain, the man caught the curse in his hand and tossed it to the side. "Blimey! He's powerful," Remus gasped.

"Who are you?" Voldemort gasped, not hiding his fear now.

The man stepped toward him. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord...marked as his equal...possessing power he knows not..."

"That is impossible. You look nothing like Neville Longbottom," the Enemy blurted.

The young man seemed surprised as his brow rose and he looked over at his friends. "That's because I'm not Neville..."

"It's funny he looks kind of like..." Sirius trailed off, turning his wide eyes to James.

"Like?" James prompted.

"Wasn't there someone else that the prophecy could apply to, Tom? Come on think really hard." His tone was patronizing.

Lily gasped. "What?" James asked in a panic.

"It's Harry. James, it's Harry..."

Voldemort was thinking as he stood in cautious awareness of the powerful man before him. His red eyes opened in realization. "Potter?"

Harry nodded. "I'm going slaughter your body and then murder your black soul Tom. And there's nothing you can do about it. Any last comments, questions, or touching speeches?"

As a last ditch effort, Voldemort began throwing every curse he knew at the man. But Potter seemed to read his every move. The younger seemed to be biding his time, like this was a leisurely stroll by the lake, not a duel with the greatest Dark Wizard in modern history. Then suddenly an invisible hand caught the Dark Lord's throat and lifted the corpselike body into the air.

"I said...any last words?"

"H-Have mercy," he choked.

"Oh shit. Of all the things he could say right now," the Malfoy boy blurted.

"He's going to lose focus...let his rage overtake him...and compromise the battle..." The ginger said dryly. "Aaaand here we go?"

"Mercy?" Harry coughed. "MERCY?" he slammed the villain to the ground. "Why should I grant you the decency you have denied so many! You've ruined everything I have ever cared about..."

"And now he's ranting," the redheaded girl sighed.

The brunette glared at them and then stepped out of the safety of the barrier. "Mione! Get back in here! He's...gonna kill me..." the ginger said weakly.

Lily watched as the young woman walked up to Harry and slid a cold hand onto his shoulder. "Let it go, Harry," Mione said softly.

Harry kept Voldemort detained as he looked down at her. "He thrives off of hatred and darkness. I know you are in pain and we'll deal with it when this is over. But right now...right now you have to be above it and end it here."

"But Mione-"

"Harry James Potter. Calm down. I refuse to let you blow this over your stupid irrational Gryffindor abandoned spirit! It ends today, do you understand? We have other things to consider..." she said, sliding her other hand to her stomach.

Harry's features softened and a smirk grew on his lips. He kissed her forehead and nodded back to the safety of the wall. "Thank you. Just put me back together after, okay?"

"Don't I always?" She began returning and then called out, "You still owe me a shitload of dates, old man."

"Crazy woman, pain in me arse!" he chuckled.

The brunette smirked as she stood at the ginger's side. "And that is how it is done."

The man just nodded watching the woman holding the wall in worry.

Harry glared at his nemesis...again for the second time in two days. Wordlessly, he cast an Organ Crushing Curse and the monster died. The marauders moved to congratulate the man, but were stopped by the others.

"This isn't finished...not by half," Draco said stonily.

"What are talking about? The Dark Lord is dead and HOLY SHITE! What is that?" Sirius yelped at the sight.

Voldemort's body lay in a lifeless heap on the floor, but the black magic rising from him definitely didn't. In fact, it took on a corporeal form...of a woman? The figure stepped, almost casually, away from the body.

"Well done," she purred sinisterly.

"Thank you, Morgana," Harry smirked. "It's nice to finally me you and not your puppet."

"So polite," she grinned. "Hopefully, you have more of spine than your predecessor, King of Avalon."

The Marauders glanced between each other. Merlin was the last Wizard King. That was more than 1600 years ago.