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Voldemort's eyes seemed to convulse with rage and he sputtered for words.
"What?" he finally spat. Merope took a step forward.
"You must be confused, you were led to believe you were an orphan. It isn't true, Thomas. They thought I had died, but a woman had predicted to me that you would become evil, and I knew in time I would need to stop you. Maybe I should have stayed with you; maybe that was all that was need to change your fate. But I did what I did, and here we all stand. I ask you now to stop this madness." Merope pleaded calmly. Voldemort was backing away warily, his eyes blinking rapidly, not to stem tears, but to grasp the situation. "I became an Animagus, unregistered, of course. I lived in the forest with the Slyyeri, because I knew they could tell me everything I needed to know. I've been waiting, gifted by unnaturally long life. I borrowed Elixir from Nicholas Flamel, unbeknownst to Dumbledore and Flamel. But I knew I had to wait for you." Merope explained.
"You are of no relation to me." Voldemort sneered. Merope shook her head.
"My blood runs in your veins. You cannot have wholly diluted my blood from your veins, because it is also Salazar Slytherin's blood; whom you idolized. Yes, my son, I have kept close watch on you. I know about the Chamber of Secrets, and your less than noble pastimes."
"What are you going to do?" James asked Merope. She turned to face him.
"I am going to finish what I'm afraid my own family started." She drew close to them. "Before his end, and mine, I will need your help."
"You have it." Lily assured her. Merope nodded distantly and turned back to Voldemort, who was watching anxiously.
"What scared you the most, Thomas?" Merope asked lightly, advancing on her son, who glanced around, then stood firm, like he had picked his battle ground.
"Nothing." Voldemort hissed, his snake's tongue flickering behind his teeth.
"Lies." Merope said dismissively. "You were afraid because your opponent had the greatest advantage over you." Harry glanced questioningly up at his father. James gave him a helpless shrug. What could an infant have as an advantage over a powerful, even feared, adult? "He had two loving, doting parents. When you went to kill him, did it backfire not only because of Lily's love for her son, or because, somewhere in the last remnants of your heart, you felt pity for the little orphan?" Merope questioned softly. Harry felt his scar begin to burn as Voldemort's spindly fingers clenched into fists. "Did it not hurt to see a defenseless child, left alone and abandoned, even if it wasn't by his parent's wills? It struck you as too close to your own heart, Thomas, and that's the second reason why you could not kill Harry Potter." Merope was face to face with her son now, and Voldemort was trying not to shrink away from her. Gently, she laid a hand on his shoulder, and Harry's scar seemed to jolt him.
"Get off." Voldemort hissed. Merope shook her head.
"All these years, you've wanted to destroy him partly out of pity, because you knew he missed most the same thing you did. At the same time, how could you kill the boy so much like you? Smart, self reliant, tragically orphaned, often singled out. Just like you. And those two things spurred you to such hatred, because you could neither kill him nor forget yourself around him. Let go, Thomas." Merope instructed. Voldemort raised his wand, an insane rage burning in his eyes.
"Avada Kedarvaཀ" he shouted, the green jet of light aimed straight at his mother's heart. With a crack, Merope turned into the phoenix and flew out of harm's way. Voldemort turned with a fierce yell, angry that she had escaped him. Another crack left Merope standing before him again. Now she looked angry; her eyes crackled with a fire blazing high.
"Is this how far you have come?" she shouted. "You would kill your own mother?" Her voice seemed to consume the entire Hall. Harry wondered briefly if the other students could hear it. He caught sight of Hermione and Ron in the corner; Hermione had a grip on Neville's shoulders, and Ron was protectively clasping Ginny's shoulder. "I gave you life, and I have wasted my life plotting how to save you. Now I see the only way out is for me to destroy you." Merope straightened to her full height. "James, Lily, Albus, Harry, the rest of you, come here." she commanded loudly.
"Harry, come on." Lily murmured, tugging Harry along. Merope shot a spell at Voldemort that froze him.
"Stand in a circle." she ordered. All the people in the room (except the disarmed and tied up Death Eaters) circled around Voldemort. Merope moved into the center of the ring and placed her hands on Voldemort's shoulders. She muttered something no one could hear under her breath, and a light so bright that it seemed almost violent lit up around them. "Flesh of my flesh, son from my womb, taker of life, lost little boy; return to me. Return to the light." she commanded, her voice carrying through the room. Harry wondered if the students in their Common Rooms could hear it too. Voldemort's eyes were nearly glazed with panic. "I carried you into the world, and I am going to carry you out again, and offer what redemption I can for the soul you've destroyed." Another uttered but seemingly mute incantation fell from her lips, and the light burned red. All of a sudden, the freezing spell of Voldemort lifted, but rather than move away, his head dropped, almost in a form of surrender, onto Merope's shoulder. And then Harry saw it: the look of absolute contentment came into Merope's eyes. She had her son back. She was finally supporting the son she had been forced to leave alone for so long. Suddenly, her gaze turned to the wide circle around her. "Now." It was a command, but there was no barking, biting tone of steel behind it. Rather, it was a soft command, one that she was perfectly at ease with, one that she had been waiting for. Everyone remained motionless, like they too had been frozen. No one could figure out what they should do.
"Avada Kedarva." It was shouted with rage, it was a gentle, almost mournful voice that spoke. Harry looked over to see Lily with her wand raised, a green jet of light from her wind was now welded into the red halo around Voldemort and Merope.
"Avada Kedarva." James added his jet of green light. Sirius was next, followed by Dumbledore. One by one, each person added to the bright web of light. McGonagall and a few other teachers, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Malfoy. The light was so bright that tears of pain from the light were streaming down everyone's faces. It was nearly impossible to see Voldemort and Merope through the glaze of lights, but somehow, she met Harry's eyes.
"One more." Her voice, pleading and haunting, seemed to ring in his ears. Dumbly, he raised his wand. He could feel the heat of everyone's eyes on him. The oddest thing was, the only things he could see were Merope's eyes, shining with tears of joy. And even more odd, Voldemort's eyes, no longer slits but the wide, innocent eyes of the child he should have been.
"Avada Kedarva." Instead of a green jet of light, a silver light shot out of Harry's wand, engulfing all the other lights and seeming to swallow them. With a loud crash like cymbals, the lights expanded and brightened, forcing everyone to turn away. Suddenly, there was darkness. Complete and utter darkness.
"Harry?" the voice came through the dark gently.
"Here, Mum." Harry responded. There was a clapping sound, and the candles in the Great Hall relit. Able to see him, Lily and James descended on Harry, clinging tightly to whatever limb they could find. Someone cleared their throat, and everyone froze.
"He is gone." Dumbledore announced gravely. A jolt was sent round the room. They had done it. Voldemort was gone. For good.
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