Title: The Epic Battle

Author: zimagesto

Disclaimer: don't own Harry Potter &/or co.

Summary: One-shot. Harry has power the Dark Lord knows not… Are things much more simple than everybody thinks?

There it was: Voldemort. Yes, it was an 'it'. That… thing didn't deserve to be called a 'him'. Harry just stared as he went on with his speech.

"And so, after two hundred and thirty one attempts to kill this boy…"

'Wow, he's been counting' Harry mused.

"One when he was one, then one when he was in his first year, my memory in his second year, plus a crazy House Elf, myself in fourth and fifth year, twenty times by my Death Eaters, three times by Severus Snape, fifteen Acromantula attacks, five meetings with Centaurs, 17 tries when he was in the Triwizard Tournament –although he doesn't know half of them-, forty-four times by Sybill Trelawney, who used to be my servant, until she died of pneumonia, 27 tries of the Whomping Willow, 66 tries of Draco Malfoy until he quit service out of pure frustration, and finally 30 tries belonging to me in other situations, he will die"

'Statistics, statistics' Harry thought. 'Boy, they have it in for me, don't they?'

"Give him somebody's wand and let the boy try and duel. Let's see him die" Voldemort said, his eyes glittering.

Harry smirked to himself as the ropes were taken away and somebody gave him a wand.

"This is the day you die" the Dark Bastard said, eyes glittering. "The day when the Wizarding World's savior dies. You see, Potter, not even the… power the Dark Lord knows not can't save you now! Love won't protect you again! Mwahahaha….What's that?"

Harry had taken out a gun with seven bullets in it. A new invention of some sort. He just smirked.

"Good day, my Lord" he said and shot one bullet in the man's heart, watched him shiver for a few seconds before falling down on his knees and face-down on the ground with one last gasp. Then turned towards the other Death Eaters, shooting them quickly before they managed to comprehend what happened. The Death Eaters had fallen all around the room.

"Glad that's over" Harry said and walked to Voldemort, grabbed his hand, whispered a 'portus' towards a marble on the floor, put his wand in his pocket and also took Voldemort's wand before touching the marble and ending up in Dumbledore's office.

The Headmaster was just having tea with the Order when the seventeen-year old came down in his office. There were cries of surprise everywhere and Harry chuckled, letting go of the corpse's hand.

"The war's over!" he said, throwing the gun and Voldemort's wand on the desk. "Bastard's dead."

"How…?" Remus asked and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"I shot him and six Death Eaters. Well, gotta go, I've a date."

Just as he was about to exit the office, he turned and smirked.

"None of you tried shooting him? None at all? Idiots"

And with that he left, Voldemort's body still on the floor where he'd left it, the Order staring stupidly behind him.