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There he goes, the object of my desire. The one thing that not even my name or money can give me. Harry James Potter. He's not the same Harry I met 7 years ago. He's not the same Gryffindor, that people came to love. He's not the same Seeker who always played fairly. He's not just "The Boy Who Lived" anymore. No, he's so much more now. He not only lived, he finally killed Voldemort. When did that happen you ask? Spring Holidays of last year.
As the story goes, Voldemort was finally able to break into Hogwarts. Almost all of which was deserted, but Harry stayed here over the Holidays like always. Voldemort was trying to gain access into Dumbledore's office when he became extremely upset and Harry woke up instantly with his scar sizzling. He then ran down stairs to Dumbledore's office to find the doors open. Not torn down, but open. Harry hesitantly walked into the office and instead of hearing fighting, he heard two people conversing. What he overheard, was nothing that anyone had ever suspected.
"So how'd you finally do it?" Dumbledore asked.
"I remembered something that you once said- 'We may mock the muggles for their inability to perform magick. But we are underestimating their power over us. We charm our houses and our schools and places of business and we never think of what happens after we leave. Magick only knows magick when there's no one to attend to it. Therefore muggles actually have the upper hand because they have no magick and are therefore immune to our unattended magick.' I simply stripped myself of all my powers, put them in the Sphere of Daedalus, entered the castle and then broke the sphere." Voldemort said calmly as he explained this to the headmaster.
"Well it took you long enough." Dumbledore said stroking his beard thoughtfully.
"I'm only one person, seeing as how my Death Eaters are never any help." The Dark Lord said simply.
"Yes, I know. Some of them have gone rather soft too haven't they?" Dumbledore asked and Voldemort nodded his agreement. "When do you plan to kill Potter?" Dumbledore asked.
"As soon as we finish here, I was never a procrastinator." Voldemort said smiling.
"Yes, I know." Dumbledore said. "Are you certain you'll be able to kill him this time? You've already attempted it seven times. What makes this time different?" Dumbledore asked.
"You know, I'm not really sure. This time just feels different." Voldemort said solemnly.
"Good, because I want him gone before everyone returns from the Holidays. I've waited 17 years for the Potter line to be destroyed, woulda done it myself if I didn't fancy my job so much." Dumbledore said and he stood up suddenly when Harry accidentally knocked over an astrolabe on a table by the door. Dumbledore's face went white with rage as Voldemort slowly turned around in his seat to view the intruder.
"Well if it isn't the man of the hour himself." Voldemort said.
"Go to hell." Harry said between clenched teeth.
"Been there, done that, Lucifer kicked me out for trying to take over." Voldemort said calmly.
"Don't just sit there Tom, kill him!" Dumbledore shouted and Harry jumped, he just realized that he didn't have his wand.
"It's not like he's going anywhere." Voldemort said as he finally stood up. His black robe swaying around his feet. He pulled out his wand. "Deicio!" He said calmly but firmly and a dark green light poured out of the tip of his wand and headed straight for Harry. Harry ducked and the bookshelf behind him shattered into a million pieces.
"Interficio! Interficio! Interficio!" Harry heard a soft but familiar female's voice say inside his head.
"Interficio!" Harry yelled and suddenly Voldemort keeled over screaming in pain and then a blood red light shone through him as he was stood back up by the force of the light. The light was shining out of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth as it broke it's way through his skin and the Dark Lord melted into the light and then the light evaporated. Harry couldn't believe that one little word had finally killed Voldemort. Harry suddenly turned on Dumbledore. "Why?" Harry asked, and Dumbledore didn't have to ask what he was talking about.
"Because the Potter's had everything I never did, and everything I ever wanted. They were too good to be true, and I detested them. That's why." Dumbledore said coldly.
"I could say the same about you." Harry said simply as he turned around to walk out of the office.
"Eneco!" Dumbledore shouted at Harry but he never got to finish the curse.
"Interficio!" Harry said dryly as he shut the doors to the office, he didn't need to see Dumbledore to know what was happening to him.
The next day Harry called Merléa Tifton, the newest Minister of Magic, and told her the story and said that it'd be best if they just sent in a new headmaster so that the transition would be as smooth as possible for everyone. Merléa agreed and two days later, Khalihandra Chatham showed up on Hogwarts' doorstep. She's been the headmistress ever since. Needless to say, the magical community was shocked by Albus Dumbledore's false allegiance. But time goes on, and new gossip arises, and people move on.
"Look at him." I whisper to myself before I hurry to the dungeons for my favorite class. Advanced Potions, and who do you think is my lab partner?
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There he goes, the object of my desire. The one thing that not even my name or money can give me. Harry James Potter. He's not the same Harry I met 7 years ago. He's not the same Gryffindor, that people came to love. He's not the same Seeker who always played fairly. He's not just "The Boy Who Lived" anymore. No, he's so much more now. He not only lived, he finally killed Voldemort. When did that happen you ask? Spring Holidays of last year.
As the story goes, Voldemort was finally able to break into Hogwarts. Almost all of which was deserted, but Harry stayed here over the Holidays like always. Voldemort was trying to gain access into Dumbledore's office when he became extremely upset and Harry woke up instantly with his scar sizzling. He then ran down stairs to Dumbledore's office to find the doors open. Not torn down, but open. Harry hesitantly walked into the office and instead of hearing fighting, he heard two people conversing. What he overheard, was nothing that anyone had ever suspected.
"So how'd you finally do it?" Dumbledore asked.
"I remembered something that you once said- 'We may mock the muggles for their inability to perform magick. But we are underestimating their power over us. We charm our houses and our schools and places of business and we never think of what happens after we leave. Magick only knows magick when there's no one to attend to it. Therefore muggles actually have the upper hand because they have no magick and are therefore immune to our unattended magick.' I simply stripped myself of all my powers, put them in the Sphere of Daedalus, entered the castle and then broke the sphere." Voldemort said calmly as he explained this to the headmaster.
"Well it took you long enough." Dumbledore said stroking his beard thoughtfully.
"I'm only one person, seeing as how my Death Eaters are never any help." The Dark Lord said simply.
"Yes, I know. Some of them have gone rather soft too haven't they?" Dumbledore asked and Voldemort nodded his agreement. "When do you plan to kill Potter?" Dumbledore asked.
"As soon as we finish here, I was never a procrastinator." Voldemort said smiling.
"Yes, I know." Dumbledore said. "Are you certain you'll be able to kill him this time? You've already attempted it seven times. What makes this time different?" Dumbledore asked.
"You know, I'm not really sure. This time just feels different." Voldemort said solemnly.
"Good, because I want him gone before everyone returns from the Holidays. I've waited 17 years for the Potter line to be destroyed, woulda done it myself if I didn't fancy my job so much." Dumbledore said and he stood up suddenly when Harry accidentally knocked over an astrolabe on a table by the door. Dumbledore's face went white with rage as Voldemort slowly turned around in his seat to view the intruder.
"Well if it isn't the man of the hour himself." Voldemort said.
"Go to hell." Harry said between clenched teeth.
"Been there, done that, Lucifer kicked me out for trying to take over." Voldemort said calmly.
"Don't just sit there Tom, kill him!" Dumbledore shouted and Harry jumped, he just realized that he didn't have his wand.
"It's not like he's going anywhere." Voldemort said as he finally stood up. His black robe swaying around his feet. He pulled out his wand. "Deicio!" He said calmly but firmly and a dark green light poured out of the tip of his wand and headed straight for Harry. Harry ducked and the bookshelf behind him shattered into a million pieces.
"Interficio! Interficio! Interficio!" Harry heard a soft but familiar female's voice say inside his head.
"Interficio!" Harry yelled and suddenly Voldemort keeled over screaming in pain and then a blood red light shone through him as he was stood back up by the force of the light. The light was shining out of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth as it broke it's way through his skin and the Dark Lord melted into the light and then the light evaporated. Harry couldn't believe that one little word had finally killed Voldemort. Harry suddenly turned on Dumbledore. "Why?" Harry asked, and Dumbledore didn't have to ask what he was talking about.
"Because the Potter's had everything I never did, and everything I ever wanted. They were too good to be true, and I detested them. That's why." Dumbledore said coldly.
"I could say the same about you." Harry said simply as he turned around to walk out of the office.
"Eneco!" Dumbledore shouted at Harry but he never got to finish the curse.
"Interficio!" Harry said dryly as he shut the doors to the office, he didn't need to see Dumbledore to know what was happening to him.
The next day Harry called Merléa Tifton, the newest Minister of Magic, and told her the story and said that it'd be best if they just sent in a new headmaster so that the transition would be as smooth as possible for everyone. Merléa agreed and two days later, Khalihandra Chatham showed up on Hogwarts' doorstep. She's been the headmistress ever since. Needless to say, the magical community was shocked by Albus Dumbledore's false allegiance. But time goes on, and new gossip arises, and people move on.
"Look at him." I whisper to myself before I hurry to the dungeons for my favorite class. Advanced Potions, and who do you think is my lab partner?
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