The Fourth Unforgivable

The two powerful wizards faced each other on opposite sides of the devastated Hogwarts Great Hall, watched the other for hints of attacks and taunted the opposing wizard. Harry's only hope was that Voldemort didn't know of the fourth unforgivable which he and Hermione had found in a book written over fifty years ago.

"Willing to give up, Harry?" Voldemort sneered.

"I will give you one last chance, Tom. Surrender and put an end to all this madness…"

"Never"

"Alright" Harry shrugged, "You asked for it…" and raised his wand and began the incantation. His wand glowed with a power that not even Voldemort had experienced before, and the effort drained Harry by a lot – which he thought was needed to complete the most terrible of the Unforgivables – so horrific it was not generally known of.

"What is this?" Voldemort growled as two man in pinstripe suits, bowler hats and carrying matching leather briefcases appeared out of the light.

"Tom Riddle?" asked one.

"That is no longer my name"

"According to our records it still is" said the second.

"Die!" Voldemort cast the killing curse but it simply bounced off the pair.

"That simply is not cricket" said the first.

"He does seem a little uncouth" agreed the second.

"Who are you?" Voldemort asked.

"Your worst nightmare" Harry said, laughing manically as the two men stepped closer to Voldemort.

"Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs. We're here to collect unpaid taxes" they said in unison.

"Tax men?" Voldemort whispered – the full horrors suddenly hitting him. "DAMN YOU POTTER!" he screamed at Harry's retreating form. "DAMN YOU TO HELL!"