Disclaimer: The following is a story. Now you know...

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Harry Potter trudged through the woods, getting ready to face Lord Voldemort. With all the Horcruxes destroyed, Voldemort was now vulnerable. And it was now Harry's chance to end this once and for all.

"We meet again, Potter," Voldemort grinned maniacally.

"Happy to see me?" Harry mocked. Over the years of war, Harry's abilities have grown, rivaling that of Dumbledore. He was pretty confident that he could take on Voldemort. Not giving Voldemort a chance to respond, Harry immediately began casting spells.

Complex yet delicate wand movements seemed to draw thousands of runes in the air in a fraction of a second. A glowing translucent orb surrounded Voldemort, beginning to constrict. Harry smirked, "Checkmate."

Voldemort stood there, dumbfounded. Harry believed that he had already won.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort cast the killing curse, which shot straight at Harry. Obviously, this curse could not be blocked and in Harry's moment of arrogance, he was struck. The orb sputtered and faded away, dying with the caster.

Harry was one-shot.

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Note: In a way, Harry did end it once and for all...