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The Death Eaters witnessed how pleased their lord was after freeing his most loyal followers from Azkaban, then reading the article the next day that called Dumbledore a sympathizer to their cause.

While it did please Voldemort to no end to see the Great Albus Dumbledore, Leader of the Light, reduced to a Death Eater sympathizer, Voldemort was still wary of Harry Potter.

It was abundantly clear that Potter wasn't in the Dumbledore camp by the slaughter of the Death Eaters in the cemetery, not to mention the absolute beating he received from him.

Even after he recovered completely, he still had phantom pains. He couldn't believe that he, Lord Voldemort, was forced to retreat. It angered and shamed him greatly.

These thoughts led his attention to the one who told warned him that that would happen.

Daichi was the one who stunned Potter. He said that Potter was magically sensitive so Pettigrew wouldn't even be able point his wand at Potter before he lost his life.

As he was thinking, sitting on his throne, his inner circle bellow him conversing with themselves, a Death Eater ran in and immediately kneeled in front of him.

"My Lord, we are being attacked. It won't be long until the wards fall."

Voldemort was greatly angered at this. "Who would dare?!" He yelled before he felt the manor tremble.

"H-H-Harry P-Potter."

-DF-

Outside the Malfoy Manor, Harry stood right at the edge of Its wards, staff in hand. The Dragon core shining brightly, showing the magic that Harry is focusing in it.

Amelia, her Aurors, and her Hit Wizards were standing far behind him, giving him the necessary space to do what he needs to do. They were all acutely aware of the large storm cloud that is forming and thundering right above the manor.

Suddenly, Harry raised his staff above head, then proceeded to slowly point at the manor, and utter three words.

"Kami no batsu (Divine Punishment)."

In a roar, a dragon made entirely of lightning crashed into the wards, shattering it.

"This is a war. They started it, and we will finish it. We will do it in the way we should've done the first time, aim to kill. Only take prisoners if they surrender." Amelia announced in a strong voice.

The large policing force of Magical Britain charged into the manor, and sounds of spellfire was heard immediately. They entered in every door and window in order to surround the Death Eaters.

Those who monitor the Floo network already disconnected Malfoy Manor from it, and Anti-Apparation wards were placed down immediately after Harry destroyed the wards.

There was no escape.

-DF-

Voldemort was casting killing curses left and right, not caring whether or not they hit his followers. He was far too angry for that.

'These worthless peasants have the audacity, impudence, and impertinence to attack me?!'

"I AM LORD VOLDEMORT! YOUR INSOLENCE WILL NOT GO UNPUNISHED! I WILL KILL ALL OF YOUR FIRSTBORNS AND TURN YOUR WIVES AND DAUGHTERS INTO PLAYTHINGS FOR MY DEATH EATERS!" Voldemort roared as he attacked with more vigor.

He kept going on until he felt... his presence.

-DF-

Harry took slow and methodical steps through the manor. His heartbeat the only thing he can hear.

*Thump thump*

His sword was drawn, and his eyes were closed. An all out battle happening around him, and his sedate pace was a stark contrast.

*Thump thump*

He walked to where he sensed the second darkest magic in the manor was, and found a notebook sitting in a desk drawer.

*Thump thump*

Harry walked out the office and continued his stride to the darkest magic in the manor.

*Thump thump*

He walked into the throne room that was once a ballroom, ignoring the dead bodies on the floor and the spellfire still flying around the room.

*Thump thump*

He could feel the fear emanating of his prey in droves.

*Thump thump*

He opened his eyes as they glowed an eerie green, and mentally chuckled as he saw his prey flinch.

"You will die this day. This I swear on the blood of my grandmother." He spoke in a cold, emotionless tone.

The room was silent now. Both sides in a ceasefire, watching the two powerful wizards.

"You think you can kill me? I am immortal! A God! I cannot die!" Voldemort boasted. He knew that he still had his horcruxes to fall back on. He hadn't even told anyone about those.

"You mean your horcruxes?" Harry asked.

What?

"How do you know about that?" Voldemort asked in a whisper.

Harry ignored the question and brought out a necklace and threw it on the ground, followed by a cup, and a ring.

"I've returned the diadem to Hogwarts, and Nagini is gone."

Voldemort internally sighed in relief. Then he scoffed, his arrogance once again rising. "So you destroyed a couple failsafes I had. Do you truly believe that's all I've had? With the amount of power I have, I've made hundreds! What a pathetic whelp you are!" He then began cackling loudly, making the Aurors uneasy, but boosting the confidence of his Death Eaters.

While he was laughing madly he didn't notice Harry pulling out a notebook until he heard the pages flap when he threw it in the air.

Voldemort's eyes bulged when he saw his final horcrux be flung skywards. He was in so much shock, he didn't think to try and use magic to retrieve it.

When it fell within reach, Harry sliced through it with his blade. Immediately, the dark, ethereal ghost of a teenage Tom Riddle exploded out.

Before it could say anything, it was dragged downwards by chains and skeletal arms.

There was no doubt as to where it went.

Unnoticed by everyone, except for Harry, a being in a pitch black cloak and a scythe was waiting patiently for one soul in particular. It nodded it's head at Harry once it noticed he was looking. Harry nodded back, then returned his attention to Voldemort.

"What have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort screamed.

Harry sliced through the spell, as he started walking forward.

Voldemort sent a volley of dark curses and hexes at him only to have them sliced away with ease.

Harry, having enough of this, flashed forward, and stopped behind Voldemort.

Voldemort froze, and uttered one final word, "Impossible." Then a red line made itself visible on his neck.

Voldemort fell to his knees, the drop causing his head to fall off completely.

Immediately the cloak figure appeared, and snatched Voldemort's spirit, then both of them disappeared. Once again, no one noticing.

Bellatrix wailed in despair at the lost of her Lord. She looked at the imposing figure that did the deed, wand in hand, ready to murder the slayer of her master, but she hesitated after looking at the harsh glowing eyes of the warrior in front of her. Even in her insanity, she knew that she was no match for him, so she slowing put her wand on the floor, and just allowed herself to be arrested without any issue, tears streaming down her face.

Harry went and looked down at Voldemort's dead body.

"Make sure you get a good view. When you use your memory for the front page news, I want everyone to see the dead Voldemort." Harry said this to seemingly no one, and everyone either ignored, or didn't notice the water beetle flying around.

-DF-

Dumbledore once again apparated to the scene right after the battle was over.

After Rita Skeeter's article was released, an investigation on all things Albus Dumbledore began. Funnily enough, he did receive bribes in exchange for not having the Death Eaters interrogated by use of veritaserum. That was just one of the many things that he has done. But it was all in the name of the Greater Good.

The Greater Good of Albus Dumbledore.

As he rushed through the manor, he was disgusted at the sight of so many dead bodies.

He hated death and the use of lethal force, because he knew, very deep in his soul, that it was him who murdered his sister.

In a three way duel between him, his younger brother Aberforth, and his former lover, Gellert Grindelwald, Ariana was off to the side, unable to do anything to stop them, but still ended up being struck by a rouge spell, and died. Dumbledore was the only one who noticed her as the battle raged. Magic is based on intent, so, in his subconscious, he wanted her dead and his magic responded to that. Her death scarred him enough to make a vow not to kill.

Now, he was walking a brisk pace towards where Severus told him the throne room was. He didn't believe Harry could really kill Voldemort on his own, so his plan is to join Harry in killing Voldemort, and then obliviate the entire room should there be more than one person present.

He needed the good press that killing Voldemort would give him in order to counter any and all information uncovered from the investigation on him.

Once he stepped into the throne room, he froze, seeing multiple Aurors and Hit Wizards walking around the room, either arresting the few remaining Death Eaters, or identifying the deceased.

What made Dumbledore freeze was the headless body of Voldemort. Standing above him was Harry Potter without any damage done to him.

In fury, Dumbledore brought out the Elder Wand and shot an overpowered stunner. If hit, it would no doubt stun Harry's heart, causing it to stop beating.

Sensing the large amount of magic coming his direction, Harry grabbed Amelia, who was standing next to him, and dodged to the side.

"Dumbledore! What do you think you are doing?!" Amelia yelled.

Thinking quickly, Dumbledore responded, "I apologise Amelia, but I cannot simply stand aside and allow another dark wizard to rule this country through fear, intimidation and violence. Yes, Harry may have killed Death Eaters, but what if he decides to move on to other people? You realise that he has the potential to be an even worse Dark Lord than Voldemort? Everyone deserves a second chance, Amelia, and he butchered them before they could get it." He mentally patted himself in the back for that quick response.

'I honestly don't give a shit about this second rate country.' Harry thought to himself.

"Not in a war Dumbledore." Amelia replied in a cold voice. "Your 'No Killing' rule has no place in a time of war. If it wasn't for that then my brothers might still be alive and my niece might have still had her parents. If you cannot handle killing, Dumbledore, then stop being involved in wars. Your ideals, no matter how right or wrong, have no place in a time of war."

Everyone in the room nodded their heads in agreement, and some gave approving mutterings. Dumbledore noticed this, and saw that it was time to tip toe out of this situation. He attacked in anger and barely made an excuse for it.

"I see. Perhaps I have misjudged the situation. I apologize for my outburst." Head held high, he turned and was going to begin walking away until he heard Amelia speak.

"Not quite, Dumbledore. You just attacked the Lord of one of the most Ancient and Noble Houses, Lord Harrison James Potter Ravenclaw. You, Albus Dumbledore, are under arrest."

At this declaration, Dumbledore became surrounded by Aurors. Those that had detained Death Eaters quickly left to put them in holding cells at the DMLE.

Seeing himself be surrounded put a small smirk on Dumbledore's face. 'Hmph. You arrogant children are many decades too young to pose a challenge to me.'

With a quick, almost imperceptible flick of his wrist, he used the Elder Wand's power to send a disarming spell in a ring that grew outwards, knocking all their wands out of their hands.

Dumbledore then raised his arm to cast an obliviation. Before he could raise his arm further than his shoulder, the flat end of a blade slapped his hands sharply, making him drop the wand. As he cradled his hand in order to lessen the stinging on it somehow, he saw the Elder Wand being picked up. He looked at emotionless green eyes, then at the wand, and watched in dismay as it was snapped in half.

Before he could say anything, he was stunned in the back.

"Get this criminal out of my sight!" Amelia barked.

The Aurors picked Dumbledore up to bring him to the DMLE.

"Are you alright, my Lord?" Amelia asked Harry as they began walking outside.

"Of course, Madam. My grandmother can now rest easy knowing her murderer has been slain." Harry responded.

"How did you get to him so quickly to slap his wand out of his hand?"

"When he turned to leave, I immediately walked to the side to stay out of his field of vision. When he raised his wand the second time, in his arrogance, his eyes were closed, which made it that much easier for me to sneak close enough to smack his hand."

"Incredible."

As they made it out, they were stopped by a kunai that imbedded itself right in front of Harry.

"So, the arrogant shitstain wasn't even able to weaken you a little. How fucking disappointing."

"Who are you? State your name and business!" Amelia demanded.

"Who I am is inconsequential to you, bitch. The only piece of shit here that matters right now is him." Daichi pointed at Harry.

"Oh? And to what do I owe the honor of your attention?"

"The fact that you and that fucking lizard massacred my clan!"

Suddenly a large amount of killer intent flooded the area.

"You mean to tell me, that one of you deplorable, and dishonorable monsters made it out alive?" Harry asked in a deathly whisper.

"Yes I did. I snuck out before you could even reach me." Daichi responded, not showing the killer intent affected him in any way.

Harry drew his blade. "Allow me to rectify that oversight."

"Not today, no. I will call you out when I am good and fucking ready. Then, I will sacrifice you to Jashin-sama. He will reward me incredibly for your soul." He then reentered the shadows, and made his escape.

'I will be there, and make no mistake, monster, I will kill you.' Harry swore to himself.

"Maybe it would be best if you came and explained some things in my office, my Lord."

"Yes it would. It seems my business in this country has yet to be concluded."

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No. He's not Hidan. He's a fellow clan member.