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Imagine a Star Wars-type ending to the Harry Potter Series… A Ferocious Duel with Voldemort… For the sake of the story, we assume Harry is 20 years old…
'Draw your wand, boy!' shouted Voldemort. 'Give me some satisfaction for my trouble!'
Harry drew his wand and eyed Voldemort warily. 'You want to duel with me? Why don't you just kill me as you did my parents?'
'Your parents were weak and stupid, not worthy of a battle with me. You are more then your parents ever were. It is my honour to duel with you.'
Harry's blood boiled, but he restrained himself, and thought of his parents. They had died to protect him… The fate of the wizarding underworld depended on him… He had to do it. His would be a small sacrifice compared to all the lives which would be lost If he did not.
'Very well! We shall duel!' he shouted. 'On what terms?'
'Standard terms; no help given by assistants, one to one dueling; no Killing Curse.'
Those terms sounded fair enough to Harry. 'Give me a minute or so to prepare.'
'Granted.'
Harry's mind raced to think of what he would use; perhaps a quick Imperius curse, then use a Phoenix Shield Charm to protect himself from physical and flame spells, then from there… He would have to play it by ear from there.
'Before we begin, there is one more thing.' Voldemort said, his voice cutting into Harry's thoughts. 'The referee for this match shall be an impartial judge… George W. Bush!
Bush pointed his wand at his throat and said Sonorus. 'And now… Let the duel begin!' boomed Bush's magically amplified voice.
'Ready to die, Harry?' leered Voldemort.
'We'll see who's dead after this match. Don't be too sure it's going to be me.' Harry retorted.
'Three… Two… One… Begin!'
Simultaneous cries of 'imperio! ' signaled the start of the match. Both had used the Imperius Curse. Blinding white light bolts erupted from the two wands and hit each other in mid-air. They deflected off each other, one grazing Bush's ear while the other ricocheted off the trees.
Harry and Voldemort neither saw nor heard the deflections. They had already cast their next spells.
'Phoenaxis !' muttered Harry, casting the Phoenix Head Shield. A golden phoenix appeared from the tip of his wand, rising slowly into the air, finally swooping down to hover around Harry.
'Aurora Borealis!' shouted Voldemort. Multicoloured lights blinded Harry. Everywhere he turned, he saw light. Voldemort took advantage of this to cast the counter-spell to the Phoenix Head Charm and blasted Harry. ' Circlete!'
Harry was shocked. Literally. 'Circlete' was the lightning spell, causing and opponent to be hit by lightning. Although shocked, Harry speedily recovered and sent a Cruciatus Curse flying like greased lightning at his opponent.
'Auuuugggghh…' Voldemort's screams rang in the night air. 'Stoppppppp…….'
'Ha!' You fool, I am no longer the foolish boy you thought me to be!' sneered Harry at Voldemort, still screaming on the damp grass. Lightning forked in the sky. 'Had enough yet?'
'I… I… ' At the speed of light, Voldemort grabbed Harry's ankle and pulled hard, leaving Harry sprawled on the ground, his wand out of reach.
'Enough? I think it is you, my friend, who has had enough.' Voldemort's voice was clear in Harry's ears. ' Now, you will do my bidding… Forever!'
If he could just get his wand… ah, he felt the tip of it.. Voldemort realized what harry was trying to do and kicked it further away.
' Hah. Thought you'd turn the tables on me, did you? You won-' Voldemort didn't have time to finish his sentence. Harry had grabbed his wand out of his hand. 'Polaris Icoclave! ' came the shout, and Voldemort flew backward, a huge icicle stuck in his chest.
Voldemort had been put on ice. (no pun intended) Harry went to retrieve his wand and went over to where Voldemort lay, dying in the grass.
'Come…. he…here…a …min… minute…' croaked Voldemort.
Casting the Phoenix Head Charm around himself once again, Harry grasped his wand tightly in his hand and bent down to listen cautiously.
'I… I have lived.. twice as long as most..' said Voldemort, coughs racking his body. ' I have been evil. I wish … it could have been different.. but… there is no use. Come.. come closer to me. I must tell you something before.. before I die…' With a great effort, Voldemort pulled himself up into a sitting position and whispered in Harry's ear.
'Harry… I am your father.'
Heh. Bet you weren't expecting that, right? Thanks for reading it. Please give comments on this story.