Title: Final Shots

Author: uflesh940, Chaser 2 of the Appleby Arrows

QFLC Season 9 Round 11

Prompt: DnD class - Druid - Write about a character who loves nature

1. [Creature] Three-headed dog
4. [Date] 5th October 1998
7. [Genre] Western

Description: Harry Potter, a western outlaw seeking revenge for his parents' deaths, finally corners Tom Riddle, the corrupt businessman behind it all, and they exchange a couple last shots before the end.

"Put your hands above your head!" screamed Harry Potter, as he pointed his gun at the factory workers.

The factory workers returned fire with a set of rude gestures, while raising both hands.

"Now, get in a line, in front of me, and start walking away from the factory." The workers began to do so, albeit very slowly and inefficiently. A skinny factory worker tried to rush him, but fell to the ground, unconscious, after a single punch from Harry knocked him out. A couple additional requests at gunpoint, and the factory workers dragged the man's unconscious body out of the factory with them.

As they were all about one hundred feet away from the factory, Harry pulled out a detonator, and pressed down on it. A resounding series of explosions, and the factory was done. It wasn't completely consumed in an explosion, of course, as that would've been inefficient and unsafe, but the more valuable machines were done in, and the structural supports were destroyed. It was very unlikely that the factory would ever be restored.

The workers began cursing as their employment faded away before their eyes. Harry jumped onto his mount, adjusted his cowboy hat, kicked his stirrups, and rode away on the enormous, three headed dog.

Said dog was the very reason Harry had started destroying the factories, instead of just searching them for information on the location of Tom Riddle. Hellhounds were a race of enormous doglike creatures, which roamed the arid deserts of Mexico and Texas. Harry had run ins with them even before he met his three headed dog, and they were all fairly peaceful. However, around three years ago, Harry had found a pack of them near the waste release of one of Tom's nuclear power plants. Unlike normal hellhounds, these were all hideously mutated, with too many limbs, ill proportioned bodies, and often hairless. Harry watched over the entire pack as they died, one by one, of radiation poisoning. One of them survived, however, the three headed dog. Harry named him fluffy, and when they finally walked away from the nuclear power plant, it had become the first of Tom's facilities which Harry destroyed.

It also caused an ecological disaster, which Tom immediately capitalized on to generate bad press against him.

Harry walked through town, Fluffy lounging near the outskirts, and hat pulled down low, to conceal his identity. He bought a newspaper, and began reading it, as he leaned against a salon wall. There were a couple minor articles on local events, but the front page had both the biggest headline as well as the most interesting one. "Tom Riddle to Receive Order of Merlin, First Class". Harry stared, and began skimming through the article. It looked like Tom had made a sizable donation to a fund going to people who suffered financially from Harry's attacks. Rather convenient, that the person who suffered the most financially from Harry's attacks was none other than Tom himself, so he would likely get most of the money he donated back.

Harry shook his head in disgust, and searched the article for additional information. Hmm, it looked like the public award ceremony would be on October the fifth, 1998. The president, a mildly popular Cornelius Fudge, would be giving him the award personally, on stage, in Hogsmeade city, right on the border of MACUSA and Mexico. Harry smiled to himself. Time to pay Tom a visit.

"Thus," said Fudge, "I would like to award Tom Marvolo Riddle, a beloved addition to the Day After Potter list of donors, the highest honor I can give him. I hereby award him the Order of -"

An enormous three headed dog crashed through the walls of the stage.

Harry shook bits of plaster out of his hair, his cowboy hat having been knocked off by the impact, and fired his gun into the air once, hoping to get a modicum of order. Instead, the gunshot only panicked people further. "Kill him!" shrieked President Fudge, as Harry Potter and the Aurors began firing at each other.

Fudge fell to the ground, several bullets lodged in his body. In the chaos, it was unclear whether it was Harry Potter, or the Aurors who had caused his condition. "Grab him and let's go!" Harry screamed at Fluffy, who's teeth bit down on Riddle's midsection, and dragged him through the hole they had blown through the wall.

A couple miles away, Harry climbed off of Fluffy, and Fluffy dropped Tom onto the ground.

"Hello Tom," said Harry, smiling, as he saw that Riddle hadn't died yet. "Do you remember my parents?"

Tom smiled, causing Harry to pause, and gave a quiet "no".

Harry kicked Tom's midsection, causing Tom to give a pained breath.

"I suppose you don't. Just another two factory workers, dying in the poor factory conditions. I killed the overseer, you know. Then, I did some research, and killed the entire factory management board. Then, I went after you. And here we are, five years later. Riddle, I am going to kill you. You are going to die, your factories in ruins, and that Order of Merlin unrecieved. Don't worry Riddle, I'm not a cruel man. I'll stop hunting people down after you. You were the last remaining person who was both responsible for my parents' death, and still alive. After this, I'll stop. I'll settle down, marry, maybe even start working in a factory, who knows. But with your death, my parents will finally be avenged."

Tom smiled at him. "Harry Potter. How absolutely hilarious. Congratulations, you have your revenge, but you've also fallen directly into my trap. You know, you've been a major thorn in my side for five years now, destroying my factories, bothering my workers. I had dreams for this forsaken desert. I was born here, and instead of going to the big cities, and earning a vast fortune there, I decided to stay here, and make this place great! Well, you've certainly put an end to all that. What do you think affected me the most, of all the things you've done? Killing the factory board? Don't make me laugh, I hired another one within the week. That Californian gold mine? I have dozens just like it. No, it was the nuclear power plant. It was replaceable, and wasn't a huge loss on its own. What was a huge loss was when I began having symptoms of radiation poisoning.

I knew I was dying, Potter. I knew I wouldn't last another decade. But then I wondered what you would do after I died. Perhaps, I thought, you would try to live a normal life after all this. So I set up this little trap. Potter, do you really think you can get a normal life? Maybe if you hadn't gone after me. But now? You've killed the president, and me, on stage, in front of a massive crowd of the wealthiest and most politically powerful people I could find on a short notice. MACUSA is going to hunt you down, Harry, and while I doubt you'll survive another month, you might be able to get a few extra years if you hide out in the middle of some desert. But I promise you this, Potter, you will never have a normal life."

Tom began laughing. Harry pulled out his pistol, and shot him. He left Riddle's body there, on the ground, and rode away on Fluffy. The Aurors were closing in.