Author notes and disclaimers: same as chapter 1.

A thick fog shrouded the battlefield.

Screams echoed faintly across the land.

I felt so alone here, waiting for my last enemy.

I could feel him getting closer, each time making my scar hurt a little more than the time before.

I could hear their screams way to well for my taste.

"Here you are Mister Potter..."

He was back to me. I was at a disadvantage here.

"Drop you wand and slowly turn around now."

I did as he asked, preparing a magical shield to repel his attacks.

He fired powerful curses and hexes but they barely made scratches deep enough to draw blood.

"What treachery is this, boy?"

"You, of all the people, should know that I wouldn't come unprepared."

I dropped my shield and let the power I was hiding away run loose.

A small ball of purple energy took form in the palm of my hand.

I shot it and the stream of energy connected to the skull of Voldemort.

A sadistic grin was plastered on my face as I saw him writhe in pain.

"It's for all the death you've committed, all the pain you caused me! DIE!"

I grinned madly as his body burned.