Chapter Three
5 Minutes Alone
Oct. 31, 1997 – Midnight
"Potter," snarled Voldemort.
"Oh, nice evening Voldemort, wouldn't you say?" replied Harry.
Voldmort looked up, it appeared to be a brewing thunderstorm.
"Hmm, then again, maybe not?" Harry said.
"Stop playing games Potter, you know what I'm here for," Voldemort yelled out.
Harry said calmly, "I'm not playing games, their called manners, smart assed manners, but manners none the less."
Voldemort grumbled to a member of the inner circle, "Just give me five minutes alone with Potter and I'll show him who's big daddy around here."
Harry replied back, "Hey I heard that, you just give me five minutes with that bastard and I'll whoop his ass."
"Alright, you know what Voldemort, you want me alone? You got it," Harry said faking reluctance.
He then conjured a powerful barrier around Voldemort and him, a semi-transparent, green tinted dome.
"Only one gets out alive," claimed Harry.
"Well seeing as how I am almost-,"
"Not Immortal anymore, yeah were on an equal playing field," Harry finished.
"Not?"
"I found out about the Horcruxes, Voldemort."
Voldemort looked truly shocked.
"Yes, I knew Nagini was a Horcrux, but you were so vain, you never believed that someone might have actually killed her for more than being your pet snake," Harry explained.
By this time, the entire battle stopped around them and was watching the exchange, Death Eaters and all.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shot at Harry.
Harry was too fast though and wielded Godric Gryffindor's sword and hit the curse like a baseball, sending it back at Voldemort. He ducked.
Voldemort tried it a few more times, each time the curse he sent came rebounding back towards his head, but it hit the barrier every time. For a powerful dark lord, he was still getting a little drained each time.
Finally Harry said, "Perhaps you may be using the wrong weapon." Voldemort was a master swordsman.
"It will be your head, Potter," he replied, and then conjured a majestic looking sword with his wand, catching the sword and dropping his wand, in one motion.
They fought using stabs, slashes, blocks and parries, until it seemed Harry had Voldemort in a bind.
"It looks like you have me right where you want me, Potter," commented Voldemort.
"Right," Harry said, and started to move but as he expected, Voldemort grabbed an extra wand from his ankle and shot another killing curse at Harry. Harry had already jumped up and over the green light though, and while falling face first, took his sword and buried it into the top of Voldemort's head. He landed on his feet.
He pulled his sword out, and before Voldemort could even fall over, swung it around and decapitated him too. The light side looked on in shock, Harry Potter really killed him. The Death Eaters looked shocked too, the dark lord was dead and they were now trapped in a new dome, all of them. The war was finally over.
"Right well…," Harry checked his watch, "4 minutes, 58 seconds."
Author's Note: No cliffhanger this time. The Chapter title is another tribute to Pantera, as is the statements Harry and Voldemort make before the s. That's why it may sound a little weird. Read about Pantera and the reason why they named that song the way they did to find out more. You may be able to find information on the internet, but I got it straight off the information on the Far Beyond The Great Southern Cowboys' Vulgar Hits cd.
P.S.: The next Chapter will be called 'Wasteland'.