The End
Harry, kneeling on the hard ground and gasping for breath through his shredded lungs, looked up into the red gaze of his arch nemesis, his evil counterpart. Voldemort.
"Harry Potter, today is the day you finally die." Voldemort cackled. "I now have your blood in my veins, your wand in my pocket, and your best friends dead at my feet. No love can save you now."
The Dark Lord smiled slowly and drew his wand, savoring the moment.
"So much for the prophecy. You can not do anything to stop me. No chance now of a power the Dark Lord knows not."
Harry staggered once more to his feet.
"That's where you're wrong, Tom. Ever heard of a machine gun?"
"Wha-?"
"I thought not."
Harry drew a large, metal, muggle contraption and laughed wildly.
"So long, Tom Riddle! Muahahaha!"
And he blew Voldemort's brains out.