"Where is Bellatrix?" Danny asked. Everyone looked around, searching for her, "Oh, no, I wouldn't let her escape so easily," he said, evaporating in black smoke.

Bellatrix was almost at the telephone lift at the other end of the Entrance hall, but she looked back as he sprinted towards her and aimed another spell at him. Danny just lazily dodged.

"You cannot win against me!" she cried, shooting another spell.

"I was and am the Dark Lord's most loyal servant. I learned the Dark Arts from him, and I know spells of such power that you, pathetic little boy, can never hope to compete..."

"Oh, shut up already!" Danny shouted, sending ectoblast right above her head. She flinched, it looked like he just shot Killing curse at her, "do you really think, that your pathetic light show can do anything? Plus, your dear old mate Voldemort is not going to be happy with you, is he?"

"What? What do you mean?" she cried, and for the first time there was fear in her voice. Danny shrugged.

"The prophecy now is just a pile of shattered glass," he smirked.

"LIAR!" she shrieked, but he could hear the terror behind the anger now, "YOU'VE GOT IT, AND YOU WILL GIVE IT TO ME! Accio prophecy! ACCIO PROPHECY!"

Danny laughed again because he knew it's pointless.

"Nothing there!" he shouted, "Nothing to summon! It smashed and nobody heard what it said, tell your boss that!"

"No!" she screamed, "It isn't true, you're lying! MASTER, I TRIED, I TRIED...DO NOT PUNISH ME"

"Don't waste your breath!" yelled Danny, his eyes gleaming, "He can't hear you from here!"

"Can't I?" said a high, cold voice.

Tall, thin and black-hooded, his ugly snakelike face white and gaunt, his scarlet, slit-pupilled eyes staring ... Lord Voldemort had appeared in the middle of the hall, his wand pointing at Danny.

"So, you smashed my prophecy?" said Voldemort softly, staring at him.

"Nope, Harry did it," Danny grinned.

"Master, I am sorry, I knew not, I was fighting the Animagus Black!" sobbed Bellatrix, flinging herself down at Voldemort's feet as he paced slowly nearer, "Master, you should know..."

"Be quiet, Bella," said Voldemort dangerously, "I shall deal with you in a moment. Do you think I have entered the Ministry of Magic to hear your snivelling apologies?"

"Which was stupid, by the way, snake face"

"I have nothing more to say to you, Work," he said quietly, "You have irked me for too long. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

This time Danny was prepared. He simply sidestepped it. He was laughing at Voldemort's surprised face.

"Is that all you can?"

Voldemort raised his wand and another jet of green light streaked at Phantom, who turned and was gone in a whirling of his cape. Next second, he had reappeared behind Voldemort, trying to blast him, but to no avail.

"It was really foolish to come here tonight, Tommy," Danny teased, "The Aurors are on their way..."

"By which time I shall be gone, and you will be dead!" spat Voldemort. He sent another killing curse at him but missed, instead hitting the security guard's desk, which burst into flame.

"I'm immortal, Tommy, you can't kill me!" He laughed, dissapearing again. Now Dark Lord was furious, immortality was something he tried to achieve all his life!

Danny appeared behind and shot a powerful blast. Voldemort was forced to conjure a shining silver shield out of thin air to deflect it. It caused no visible damage to the shield, though a deep, gong-like note reverberated from it...an oddly chilling sound. Bellatrix tried to attack, only to be stopped by the grinning duplicate.

"What do you seek, Work?" called Voldemort, his scarlet eyes narrowed over the top of the shield.

"Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I admit..." Phantom said calmly, continuing to walk towards Voldemort as though he had not a fear in the world, as though nothing had happened to interrupt his stroll up the hall.

"There is nothing worse than death, child!" snarled Voldemort.

"I was dead most of my life, nevermind how paradoxal that sounds. Indeed, your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death always will be your greatest weakness. I, on the other hand, drank whiskey with Death last night"

Another jet of green light flew from behind the silver shield. Danny ducked out of the way, then waved his hand as though brandishing a whip. A long thin green flame flew out of them; it wrapped itself around Voldemort, shield and all. For a moment, it seemed Danny had won, but then the fiery rope became a serpent, which relinquished its hold on Voldemort at once and turned, hissing furiously, to face Phantom.

Voldemort vanished; the snake reared from the floor, ready to strike.

There was a burst of flame in midair above Danny just as Voldemort reappeared, standing on the plinth in the middle of the pool. At the same moment, Phantom made a fluid movement with his hand, the snake, which had been an instant from sinking its fangs into him, flew high into the air and vanished in a wisp of dark smoke; shattering the glass with a thunderous noise.

For a few seconds Voldemort was visible only as a dark, rippling, faceless figure, shimmering and indistinct upon the plinth, clearly struggling to throw off the suffocating mass. He raised his hands and all the glass flew in the air. Second later all the mass was sent flying at the halfa. But Phantom unleashed his most destructive attack. It could only be described as a wail, the deafening sound, which shook everything even beyond green sound waves, erupting from his mouth. Voldemort was sent flying backwards, just like everything else in the range.

Then he was gone and the water fell with a crash back into its pool, slopping wildly over the sides, drenching the polished floor. Danny started to look around. Voldemort appeared on the left and shot yet another killing curse. Phantom teleported away. But the second he reappeared...

"HARRY!" Danny heard the shout.

He looked to the source of the sound. Harry was lying on the ground, hit by Avada Kedavra, with Sirius by his side. Danny was terrified at first, but then he felt something. The Horcrux is gone. As for Harry, he obviously wasn't dead, Phantom sensed it. Voldemort was laughing maniacally.

"Well, it looks like I still got my prize," he said. To everyone's shock Danny started to chuckle loudly. He looked at Voldemort.

"You moron," was everything he said before teleporting right in front of Dark Lord. Danny grabbed him by throat, holding it so tight, that Voldemort dropped his wand both from that and surprise. Phantom lifted him from the ground with one hand easily, smirking.

"I told you many times, that you are a fool, Thomas," he said, chuckling, "but now you just jumped above your head!" Danny shouted and stomped on Voldemort's wand, snapping it in half.

"Wh...what?" Voldemort choked.

"You just destroyed your last Horcrux, Baldie!" Danny exclaimed, grinning like a madman. Dark Lord's red eyes widened, "now there is nothing stopping me from destroying you. Tom Marvollo Riddle, for all your crimes against the laws of life and death, I, Daniel Phantom, the King of Dead, sentence you to oblivion!" he said in a booming voice.

Phantom used the other hand and snapped Voldemort's neck. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead. He started to slowly dissipate into dust, leaving nothing but the black smoke after him.

"NOO!" Bellatrix shouted, only to be blasted away by Danny's duplicate.

The floor was reflecting the emerald green flames that had burst into fire in all the fireplaces along one wall; and streams of witches and wizards were emerging from them, led by stunned-looking Cornelius Fudge forward.

"He was there!" shouted a scarlet-robed man with a ponytail, who was pointing at a pile of golden rubble on the other side of the hall, where Bellatrix had lain trapped only moments before, "I saw him, Mr. Fudge, I swear it was You-Know-Who!"

"I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too!" gibbered Fudge, who was wearing pyjamas under his pinstriped cloak and was gasping as though he had just run miles, "Merlin's beard...here...here...in the Ministry of Magic!...great heavens above...it doesn't seem possible, my word, how can this be?"

"If you proceed downstairs into the Department of Mysteries, Cornelius," said Danny, appearing in the siting position, floating in midair so that the newcomers realised he was there for the first time (a few of them raised their wands; others simply looked terrified, Fudge jumped so much that his slipper-clad feet left the floor)"you will find several escaped Death Eaters contained in the Death Chamber, bound by an Anti-Disapparation Jinx and awaiting your decision as to what to do with them"

"Wh-ho are you?" Shaking Fudge asked.

"We have met twice before, candy man," Danny said, stepping on the ground, "When you tried to arrest Dumbledore I just took him away..."

"Work?!" He exclaimed, glancing nervously on Phantom's tail.

"Yep"

He looked wildly around at the Aurors he had brought with him and it could not have been clearer that he was in half a mind to cry, "Seize him!"

"Cornelius, I am ready to fight your men. Just keep in mind that I just fought with Voldemort and killed him!" Said Danny, grinning and spreading his hands widely. People stared at him in shock "It will be unwise, will it? A few minutes ago you saw proof, with your own eyes, that Dumbledore has been telling you the truth for a year. Lord Voldemort has returned, you have been chasing the wrong man for twelve months, and it is time you listened to sense if you have it! Even if he is gone now"

"I...don't...well," blustered Fudge, looking around as though hoping somebody was going to tell him what to do. When nobody did, he said, "Very well...Dawlish! Williamson! Go down to the Department of Mysteries and see ... Now...Mr. Work...what are you?"

"Half demon," he answered, giving a fanged grin, "now, now, don't be afraid, I'm a good guy here," he added, seeing some people faint, "I can tell you more later. AFTER I check up on Harry," Danny said, turning around.

"Harry...Harry Potter?"

Fudge wheeled around and stared at Harry, who was still lying on the ground, with Sirius sobbing near him.

"He-here?" said Fudge, goggling at Harry, "Why...what's all this about?"

"I shall explain everything," repeated Danny, "when Harry is back at school"

"Now see here, Work!" said Fudge, as Phantom walked back to Harry, "You are an unauthorised Magical Creature! You can't do things like that right in front of the Minister for Magic, you...you..."

His voice faltered as Danny surveyed him with his red and green eyes, with an unreadable expression on his face.

"You will give the order to fire Dolores Umbridge from both Ministry and Hogwarts," said Danny, "You will tell your Aurors to stop searching for Rubeus Hagrid so that he can return to work. I will give you ..." Phantom pulled a clock from his pocket and surveyed it..."half an hour of my time tonight, in which I think we shall be more than able to cover the important points of what has happened here. After that, I shall need to return to my duties. You don't have an authority to order me around, I'm the King of my world. But I'd like to discuss about diplomatical representative"

Danny walked to Sirius and shook his shoulder slightly.

"Don't even dare to say that this isn't my fault," Sirius said.

"Wasn't planning to, I just wanted to say..."

Harry suddenly got up abruptly, making even Danny jump in surprise. He was gasping for air.

"Harry!" Sirius shouted happily, hugging his ward.

"Hey," he said weakly, "what happened?"

"Well, Baldie is gone now. Forever," Danny answered smiling.

"Really?!" Harry asked.

"Yep. Ironically, it was the piece of Voldemort's soul which saved you from death, how did it feel?"

"I talked with my parents," Harry smiled.

"Really? And what did they say?"

"They wanted me to thank you from their name. And Sirius, Dad sends his regards"

They all laughed.

A.N. Soo, Voldie is dead. Next chapter will be just small pieces of aftermath. I know about next big story, you gonna love that.