B"SD
Not Mine
One of my stupidest ideas, but I still like it.
"And so it comes down to this moment," Harry said, staring deep into his enemy's red eyes. The two were standing in the middle of the Great Hall, facing each other, wands pointed into the other's face. Around them were gathered the survivors of the Hogwarts Battle, standing silent, terrified and transfixed. "There's just one more thing to ask," he said.
"And what is that?" Voldemort spat, hatred and contempt in every syllable. There was a pause.
"Do you believe in fairies?" Harry whispered.
"What did you say?" Voldemort hissed.
"Do you believe in fairies?" The silence hung heavy over the great hall, stretched taut. Then, to Harry's astonishment, the wand pointed at him dropped, the red eyes he was staring into filled unmistakably with tears.
"Yes," Tom Riddle whispered, his chin quivering. "Yes I do."
