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Revenge

Deep in a Hogwarts dungeon, a variety of torture equipment litters the walls. Locked in a fierce duel, two men try to destroy each other's life. Harry aims his wand at his snake-like foe and with all of his concentration and anger; he sends a green flash aimed at Voldemort's chest. At the same time the Dark Lord aims another green flash at the man who, so long ago, ruined him. Instead of another Prior Incantatum, the mixture of revenge and lust for power combined in an explosion of ghost like whips of black smoke. Both wands were torn from their bearers and clashed together, became one and disintegrated into a plume of vibrant green light. The smoke and light subsided and left the combatants that stood there defenceless, alone, except for a quivering form in the corner with long, flaming red hair, torn hand-me-down robes and a broken arm.

Harry looked into his enemy's eyes and for the first time felt no pain in his scar yet he felt something hit his foot. It was only a tap and came from behind. It sounded like metal but he dare not break his gaze, nor did his adversary. They stood there waiting for a first move. They stood therefore what seemed to be an eternity. Harry's mind drifted, still not breaking his gaze. He remembered his first day at Hogwarts, his introduction to the magical world. He then envisaged Dumbledore through the short six years he knew him and all the wisdom he imparted. He went onto his first encounter with the man in front of him and then the other encounters, all he narrowly escaped from in particular the one he was currently in. Harry's mind then came back to his foot, the memories stopped. Harry instantly knew Voldemort was using Legilimens. The Dark Lord broke his gaze and looked at Harry's foot, Harry followed suit and saw a dagger encrusted with rust and old blood. He seized it and ran to the Dark Lord. Voldemort, was looking for a weapon but Harry dived on him, put him in a headlock with the dagger against his throat.

Harry felt a splitting pain in his scar as the form beneath him hissed, but this pain was new, it felt somewhat like fear. "Kill Me!" Voldemort hissed, "You have wanted it for so long, you have dreamed of it, hungered for it, obsessed for it, Harry strike me down!" As Harry began to move the sharp edge of the blade, he spoke. "You have taken every thing from me, my parents, my family, all those that I love, except one. You are the most evil entity to have lived. You are right I have wanted this for so long, my revenge. It will sooth my burdens but can I take a life, even one as wretched as yours?" It had come to this; Harry had the chance to end the monsters life. He remembered all the lives this man had taken all pain he had caused. Harry started to glow as if all those people were with him, helping him. His scar shone with the brightness of the sun as he brought the blade down and slit the Dark lord across his neck and as the black blood poured from the body Harry felt a warmth that quickly subsided when the limp corpse fell to the ground. He had finished it, over two decades of torment. The dagger still in his hand, he looked at the simple blade and he thought to himself. "For the most evil wizard in history to be brought down by a simple muggle weapon is truly fitting."