A/N: Well, it seems that there are some people who would like me to
continue and finish this story. I am happy to see the return of my loyal
reviewer from my other story, Blue Eyes, as well as the comments I've been
getting from others.
Blue Eyes: Damn straight it's gonna hit the fan now!
Chapter 11: Checkmate
"Will it really ever end, Harry? If you somehow manage to destroy me, don't you think that someone will be right behind me, taking my place? In fact, I daresay a friend of yours from school would be willing to follow me."
"Draco Malfoy is a pitiful heir. If he's the best you can do, then perhaps this won't be as hard as we thought," Hermione shouted.
Harry glared at Voldemort through slit eyes, as though the memory of Draco curdled his blood. An icy laugh pulled Harry's attention from him and his eyes settled on a thin figure with almost white-blond hair holding at arms length none other than - -
"Ginny!" Harry and Ron's voices echoed through the cave. Ron made to launch himself at Draco, but a sudden movement stopped him. Draco's wand tip rested on Ginny's temple, a maniacal grin plastered across the young Malfoy's face.
"Make a move, Weasley, and she dies. I didn't bring her here to taunt you anyway. It's Potter I'm after."
Draco gaze fell on Harry, whose face was furrowed in concern. He kept his eyes locked on Ginny, looking hopeless and scared in Draco's arm.
"It's time for a little revenge, Potter. Killing my father was the stupidest move you've ever made. It's time for you to learn that every meddling action you make has a separate and opposite reaction."
"Harry didn't kill your father, Draco. I did," Sirius responded, taking a step closer to his Godson. "I've had no greater thrill than when I Avada'd the conniving Malfoy Senior. The things he put those poor Muggles through. The pain both of you caused in so many homes. You deserve no better than he did."
Draco's eyes had fallen upon Sirius, now standing next to Harry. The gaze shifted from loathing to humor as Draco began to laugh.
"You? Kill my father? That's a story! Good job trying to protect your Godson, Sirius Black, but don't you think I know Harry's magic when I see it. As much as I hate to admit it, our boy Harry over there has quite a talent with magic."
"What are going on about, Malfoy?" Ron spat, glaring are their old school colleague.
"Magical Residue, you stupid fool! Harry never knew what was good for him when he performed spells. Always left a little behind, throwing too much into a spell. A touch overzealous when it came to ordinary magic. Or perhaps a bit more powerful than I think even he knows. Any trained wizard could look at my father and know it was the work of Harry Potter. If there is one thing we Deatheaters do extremely well is covering our tracks and never using more magic then we should."
Harry had been silent since he called out to Ginny, wagering in his mind the best move to make. There was nothing they could do to Voldemort with Draco around, so the only logical thing to do was to finish him off first. Harry stood taller and faced Draco with renewed vengeance.
"Well, now you have me, Draco. I'm standing right here, waiting," Harry whispered, barely audible to anyone but Draco, Sirius, and himself. "Let Ginny go and face me like a man. Unlike your father, who hid behind Muggles to save himself."
"You lie! My father would never hide from you!"
"That shows how little you know of your father's death. He hid, like a child, behind Muggles as shields."
"Liar!"
Draco cast Ginny to the ground roughly and took a step towards Harry. Ginny scampered on her hands and knees over to Hermione and Ron, clutching her older brother.
"You wish I was lying, don't you, Draco? I arrived first, with Remus and Willow Bode. Your father and his friends were terrorizing a group of Muggle children. As soon as he saw me, he pulled one in front of him, knowing I would never attack him like that." Harry's voice grew menacing as Draco stepped towards him again.
"Shut-up!"
"The child kicked him hard in the shin and bit him, causing him to drop the boy. Your father moved through the children, one by one, hiding behind them like a coward. He finally ran out of children to hide behind and prepared to apparate. I killed him where he stood, not caring about any mercy towards him, or his family. He couldn't face me, and neither will you, Draco. You'll run and hide, and wait for the fight to be over and try to take over by cunning. You're a pathetic excuse for a wizard, Draco."
"So what do you think you're going to do to me, Harry? Kill me? There's a million more where I came from."
"That I know. But trust me, you don't deserve to die. You deserve much worse." The absence of Harry's wand unnerved Draco, who stopped as Harry was talking.
"And what, pray tell, do I deserve?"
Harry looked at Ginny, silently wishing she didn't have to see this. He hated the thought of her knowing that he could do this to a person without his wand. His eyes pleaded with her for forgiveness. She nodded boldly, seemingly understanding his thoughts.
"Dementadora!" Harry shouted, turning his hand towards Draco.
Harry heard Voldemort jump as a dim red light fell upon Draco, who slumped to the ground as the spell hit him.
"You deserve to live, Draco, without a soul. To wander in your own misery, your own evil deeds, your own dismal life, until the day you die. May you live a long life, Draco Malfoy." Harry kicked the seemingly lifeless body.
The cavern was cast into silence, only broken a few minutes later by a slow clapping.
"Very impressive, Harry. Very, very impressive. Many wizards can't do that spell with a wand, much less wandless."
"I don't need your praise, Tom. You know I hated to do that, but you knew I would. These people around you, they're meaningless to you. You don't care for them in the least. Their lives mean nothing to you. They're just pawns in your little game of chess."
Voldemort smiled icily at him. "You know me well, Harry. We are so much alike. Parentless, powerful, captive a world so much below our abilities."
"I am nothing like you, Tom Marvolo Riddle. I don't use people to do thing for me, not caring when they die. I don't use my power to get people to do what I want, plotting, seeing the world as a little game. Human life is something that can be thrown away. My life is worth something to others, not because I scare them or hurt them, but because they care for my wellbeing.
"Accio wand!"
Harry's hand pointed at Voldemort's wand, which came shooting through the air towards him. He deftly moved to grab it as Voldemort screamed in horror. With a quick, deliberate movement, Harry snapped the wand in half. Voldemort watched as Hermione, Ron, and Sirius also rounded on him.
"Checkmate," Harry said, hollowly. He nodded to his companions slowly.
"Avada Kedavra."
A bright flash of green light enveloped them, and what remained of Tom Marvolo Riddle hit the ground. A pile of black robes, pale, white, scaly skin, and blood red eyes lay motionless on the bare rock floor.
Voldemort was dead.
Blue Eyes: Damn straight it's gonna hit the fan now!
Chapter 11: Checkmate
"Will it really ever end, Harry? If you somehow manage to destroy me, don't you think that someone will be right behind me, taking my place? In fact, I daresay a friend of yours from school would be willing to follow me."
"Draco Malfoy is a pitiful heir. If he's the best you can do, then perhaps this won't be as hard as we thought," Hermione shouted.
Harry glared at Voldemort through slit eyes, as though the memory of Draco curdled his blood. An icy laugh pulled Harry's attention from him and his eyes settled on a thin figure with almost white-blond hair holding at arms length none other than - -
"Ginny!" Harry and Ron's voices echoed through the cave. Ron made to launch himself at Draco, but a sudden movement stopped him. Draco's wand tip rested on Ginny's temple, a maniacal grin plastered across the young Malfoy's face.
"Make a move, Weasley, and she dies. I didn't bring her here to taunt you anyway. It's Potter I'm after."
Draco gaze fell on Harry, whose face was furrowed in concern. He kept his eyes locked on Ginny, looking hopeless and scared in Draco's arm.
"It's time for a little revenge, Potter. Killing my father was the stupidest move you've ever made. It's time for you to learn that every meddling action you make has a separate and opposite reaction."
"Harry didn't kill your father, Draco. I did," Sirius responded, taking a step closer to his Godson. "I've had no greater thrill than when I Avada'd the conniving Malfoy Senior. The things he put those poor Muggles through. The pain both of you caused in so many homes. You deserve no better than he did."
Draco's eyes had fallen upon Sirius, now standing next to Harry. The gaze shifted from loathing to humor as Draco began to laugh.
"You? Kill my father? That's a story! Good job trying to protect your Godson, Sirius Black, but don't you think I know Harry's magic when I see it. As much as I hate to admit it, our boy Harry over there has quite a talent with magic."
"What are going on about, Malfoy?" Ron spat, glaring are their old school colleague.
"Magical Residue, you stupid fool! Harry never knew what was good for him when he performed spells. Always left a little behind, throwing too much into a spell. A touch overzealous when it came to ordinary magic. Or perhaps a bit more powerful than I think even he knows. Any trained wizard could look at my father and know it was the work of Harry Potter. If there is one thing we Deatheaters do extremely well is covering our tracks and never using more magic then we should."
Harry had been silent since he called out to Ginny, wagering in his mind the best move to make. There was nothing they could do to Voldemort with Draco around, so the only logical thing to do was to finish him off first. Harry stood taller and faced Draco with renewed vengeance.
"Well, now you have me, Draco. I'm standing right here, waiting," Harry whispered, barely audible to anyone but Draco, Sirius, and himself. "Let Ginny go and face me like a man. Unlike your father, who hid behind Muggles to save himself."
"You lie! My father would never hide from you!"
"That shows how little you know of your father's death. He hid, like a child, behind Muggles as shields."
"Liar!"
Draco cast Ginny to the ground roughly and took a step towards Harry. Ginny scampered on her hands and knees over to Hermione and Ron, clutching her older brother.
"You wish I was lying, don't you, Draco? I arrived first, with Remus and Willow Bode. Your father and his friends were terrorizing a group of Muggle children. As soon as he saw me, he pulled one in front of him, knowing I would never attack him like that." Harry's voice grew menacing as Draco stepped towards him again.
"Shut-up!"
"The child kicked him hard in the shin and bit him, causing him to drop the boy. Your father moved through the children, one by one, hiding behind them like a coward. He finally ran out of children to hide behind and prepared to apparate. I killed him where he stood, not caring about any mercy towards him, or his family. He couldn't face me, and neither will you, Draco. You'll run and hide, and wait for the fight to be over and try to take over by cunning. You're a pathetic excuse for a wizard, Draco."
"So what do you think you're going to do to me, Harry? Kill me? There's a million more where I came from."
"That I know. But trust me, you don't deserve to die. You deserve much worse." The absence of Harry's wand unnerved Draco, who stopped as Harry was talking.
"And what, pray tell, do I deserve?"
Harry looked at Ginny, silently wishing she didn't have to see this. He hated the thought of her knowing that he could do this to a person without his wand. His eyes pleaded with her for forgiveness. She nodded boldly, seemingly understanding his thoughts.
"Dementadora!" Harry shouted, turning his hand towards Draco.
Harry heard Voldemort jump as a dim red light fell upon Draco, who slumped to the ground as the spell hit him.
"You deserve to live, Draco, without a soul. To wander in your own misery, your own evil deeds, your own dismal life, until the day you die. May you live a long life, Draco Malfoy." Harry kicked the seemingly lifeless body.
The cavern was cast into silence, only broken a few minutes later by a slow clapping.
"Very impressive, Harry. Very, very impressive. Many wizards can't do that spell with a wand, much less wandless."
"I don't need your praise, Tom. You know I hated to do that, but you knew I would. These people around you, they're meaningless to you. You don't care for them in the least. Their lives mean nothing to you. They're just pawns in your little game of chess."
Voldemort smiled icily at him. "You know me well, Harry. We are so much alike. Parentless, powerful, captive a world so much below our abilities."
"I am nothing like you, Tom Marvolo Riddle. I don't use people to do thing for me, not caring when they die. I don't use my power to get people to do what I want, plotting, seeing the world as a little game. Human life is something that can be thrown away. My life is worth something to others, not because I scare them or hurt them, but because they care for my wellbeing.
"Accio wand!"
Harry's hand pointed at Voldemort's wand, which came shooting through the air towards him. He deftly moved to grab it as Voldemort screamed in horror. With a quick, deliberate movement, Harry snapped the wand in half. Voldemort watched as Hermione, Ron, and Sirius also rounded on him.
"Checkmate," Harry said, hollowly. He nodded to his companions slowly.
"Avada Kedavra."
A bright flash of green light enveloped them, and what remained of Tom Marvolo Riddle hit the ground. A pile of black robes, pale, white, scaly skin, and blood red eyes lay motionless on the bare rock floor.
Voldemort was dead.