Chapter 2: Battle

It was a large field. At least half a mile in diameter and completely empty. Well, not completely empty. A man stood there. If he could be called that.

He felt happy. Happier than ever. His plans were close to success. Only one thing was missing. One man. Aaah…

"So, Potter. You have decided to come here."

"Yes Tom. We both know that this is the last stand. We both know that everyone who wants to, can see us, and that the outcome of our duel shall decide the fate of Humanity."

"Yes. I know that. Just imagine, I am killing You and then… All of my Death Eaters swarm over Britain and destroy all the resisting – some resisting they will do after seeing your death."

There was a smile on his face and his voice was almost laughing. Harry, however, was calm, and so was his voice:

"First, you have to make it happen. Besides, if I will defeat You the Death Eaters will be paralyzed for at least half an hour by the backlash from the Dark Mark. And the detectors will pick up the backlash. The Death Eaters will never have a chance to fight before being tied up and shipped to jail."

"Keep dreaming boy. Can you have any doubts about the outcome of the battle here?"

"Neither of us has any doubts the outcome, Tom. But with different outcomes in mind."

"On that, I a-VADA KEDAVRA!"

Without so much as pausing his breath, Voldemort threw the Killing Curse at Harry. The latter however, was prepared and jumped out of its path while sending back a few curses of his own.

The exchanging of the curses continued for a few minutes, with the Dark Lord relying on the power of his spells, and Harry on his speed.

"Damn it, you bastard! Hold still!"

Without so much as slowing down Harry replied:

"My appearance shows me ( Reducto ) being a legitimate child, which (Incarcerous ) cannot be said about you. And I am too much of a Slytherin to stand (expelliarmus) still just because some half snake tells me so."

"HOW DARE YOU!"

Voldemort cast some spell which Harry had never seen before. Before he could react, some force seized him, and flung him away. He landed at least two hundred feet away, the same force catching him a foot above the ground. His wand has fallen some twenty feet away. He could hardly think and only barely understood Voldemort's words;

"You will not die so easily. No, no, you will die a thousand times over. I shall strip your flesh away, over and over again. And after you are dead, I will Remove the Fidelius charm, And do the same to this girl of yours, what is her name? Ah yes, Ginny."

-Ginny

-GINNY!

Emotions and power, fed by each other, coursed through Harry's body and cleared his mind. He found himself on his feet, wand in hand.

There was no spell uttered. No wand movement. Only emotion and power, released in one horrific blast.

Where Voldemort stood, there was a blinding flash of light, and when it cleared, a crater was visible. An area of at least ten feet in radius was destroyed. There has been no heat at work, only pure disintegration.

Nothing could survive this. And nothing did.