August 26th. St. Mungo's Hospital.
White halls of the hospital were illuminated by the magically charged candles, as a small group rushed through them, just barely missing doctors and medical witches. The group was led by Henry Le Fay, with Andromeda, Ted and Regulus Black following just behind him, with Rose, Cassiopeia and Arcturus Black ending at the back. None of them had expected to find themselves moving through the halls of the hospital, especially not in such a late hour as this one, but once they had heard from Bellatrix that something had happened and that she was with Cornelia in hospital, all rushed here.
Eldest of the Black sisters didn't go into any details, but it was clear from the start that something had happened with either Cornelia or with her son. Their first thought was that Hastingstown was attacked, but that thought was quickly put dispelled, as Carissa had reported that there were no movements of any magical kind near the town. Her word was trusted, as she had neither the reason for lying, nor would she ever dare, being bound by a magical oath to Henry. That quickly had led them to the conclusion that the attack had happened not in Hastingstown, but outside of it, and most probably outside of Le Fay's territories.
Had any sort of an attack or trespassing taken place within the territories of Le Fay, Henry would've known about it within minutes of the event taking place. The security of the lands had been stepped up since the Ministry's Ball and dismantling of the Order of the Phoenix. A natural precaution, with the chaos and confusion running rampant, it would've been easy for someone to take an advantage of the situation and exploit in some way. Like, for an instance, stage a daring attack on House Le Fay or its allies, and had Henry not possessed such a large number of supporters among magical races, such sort of event might've ended up being successful.
With that being clear, another question arose from the realization that the attack took place outside of Le Fay lands: what were Cornelia and Bellatrix were doing in London? Andromeda and Ted both had stated that Cornelia had paid them several visits, after the death of Nym, to support them, while Bellatrix had practically taken residence with them, when she wasn't on her business. Aside from that, Cornelia hadn't left Hastingstown, not when she had a magically gifted little son, and that's not to mention that she was more of a homestay kind of a person. They had hoped to have their questions answered here and soon.
Within a few minutes, the group had found out where they could find them and went to them. Without any pretense, they've entered a room, finding Bellatrix and Cornelia standing near a bandaged and badly injured person, lying in bed unconscious. Mother and daughter looked unharmed, while the person on bed seemed like she had just went through hell, as the bandages were soaked in blood and her face seemed disfigured underneath them. The smell of burnt up flesh was clearly felt in the air and it took some effort for Rose not to puke. Turning the attention away from the person, Andromeda was the first to speak up.
"Bella, Cornelia, are you alright?" It was her first concern, as well as the concern of the rest of the group. "How is Justin? Was he hurt and where is…"
"We are fine, Andy, so you can breathe easy. Got away with just a few bruises." Bella simply stated to her. "And Justin's safe and sound in Hastingstown, with Faye and her kids. Forgotten to mention that little part to them, dear cousin?" Bella asked with a teasing tone.
"Your message sounded so urgent that it knocked the memory of it all, and I was with grandfather." Regulus simply defended himself. "Now, care to explain what exactly had happened and who is this? Is he the reason for whatever altercation that occurred?"
"Yes, and this not he, Regulus, it's her." Bellatrix stated in a grim voice, before turning her head to the person on the bed. "It's Narcissa." Everyone was shocked once they heard what Bellatrix just told them.
The group took a better look at the person, finding it hard to believe that the injured, half-dead, half-burnt piece of broken bones and meat, for there was no better way to call it, was Narcissa Malfoy nee Black. She looked like she had just come out of the pits of Hell and barely clung to her life. Her entire form was bloodied, blistered and covered in either injuries or burns, hidden by the bandages, even her face and head hidden behind it all. Not even her golden luscious hair had survived whatever had happened, though that was the last thing most of them cared about at the moment. The combined thoughts of the group centered around either was she going to make, or who was going to die for what they've done to Narcissa.
Cassiopeia was the first to snap out of the shock and immediately went to Narcissa's side, almost shoving Cornelia out of the way. Taking out her wand, she began to cast a diagnostic charm on her, while Cornelia spoke up to the rest of them.
"Remember when I asked Faye to sit with Justin for today? Well, I did it so that I and Mom could meet with Narcissa, since she had passed me a message that she wanted to meet me." Cornelia spoke up.
"How come you've become acquainted with her? No offence, but I sincerely doubt that she had any interest in any other Black relatives." Rose spoke up. "And if memory serves me right, you are still supposed to be dead to the rest of the world, so what gives?"
"She may've had no interest in affairs of House Black, but, as much as I wish to forget it myself, I am also of House Lestrange and an Heiress of it, or at least was an Heiress. And since House Lestrange and House Malfoy shared the same interests, like genocide of non-magical people, it was bound for me to become familiar with the Head of Malfoy family, and the matriarch of the family." Cornelia spoke up. "And Aunt Narcissa was close to me, and she had helped me disappear when I became pregnant with Justin. I couldn't have pulled off my death without her assistance, and I've had made sure that she took a Magical Oath to never reveal either my existence or where I was under any circumstances, lest I wish her to do so. After that, she and I maintained a limited contact and through that…"
"She decided to make contact with you for whatever reason." Arcturus spoke up, a calculating eye to him. "And why had she not come directly to us, if she had something important that needed to be told? Or why have you not informed us about this meeting beforehand, hm?"
"Because she wasn't sure if she could trust you, or that she wouldn't be found out by her husband or his friends." Cornelia answered. "As for the latter… She had helped me begin a new life, so I've respected her wish for all we spoke to remain confidential, at least until she knew that she would be safe from consequences because of her choice to remain with Death Eaters, instead of being with her true family."
"And you Bellatrix have not told us, because…" Arcturus asked of her, droning on, expecting an answer.
"She is my sister and as much as it may surprise you, Arcturus, but I do care about her and I've went along with her wish." Bellatrix responded, glancing back at her youngest sister. "Though now I wish we had warned you…"
"Multiple burns of high degree and varying, not to mention puncture wounds all over her body. It's like she was in the middle of an explosion, with glass nearby and its shards flying right into her." Ted responded. "What happened exactly?"
"Surprisingly, but exactly what you've just said, dear goodbrother." Bellatrix responded with bitter. "Cornelia asked me to accompany her to this meeting, explaining everything on the way. I agreed and we went to London to meet with Narcissa, in a café the name of which I fear I remember not. When we arrived, she was already waiting for us. She was scared, fidgeting, barely able to even sit still for a moment, it was clear that she either had something important to tell us, or that she had gone and angered Voldemort."
"Or could've done both at the same time. I remember him killing people for addressing him without a proper form, or on a whim." Regulus crossed his arms on his chest. "Did you manage to find out anything important, before this all happened?"
"Not much, only that Voldemort was scared of Prince Le Fay now, and that he had underestimated him greatly. She also said that he had gone on to make a deal with some Elf, someone called Malakeith or…" Cornelia tried to remember, before she was interrupted by Henry.
"Malekith, is that the name she mentioned?" Cornelia and Bellatrix nodded to him. "Oh, shit… This is bad."
"Not to sound like a fool, but who is this Elf fellow? A subject of yours?" Ted asked of Henry, who shook his head at this one.
"No, he is the Witch-King of Dark Elves, another race of Elves, only this one resides in their own hidden realm and have been waging wars with their cousin races for ages now." Henry explained. "Dark Elves are as treacherous as they are impetuous and dangerous, and Malekith is considered by both Eluna and Hirandyl to be the most dangerous Dark Elf to have ever lived. They are masters of Dark Arts of every kind, many of which were crafted by them to begin with, if what my grandmother told me as bedtime stories are to be believed."
"They are truthful, of that you can be sure, as well as the fact that Malekith is a danger just as great as is Voldemort, if not more." Arcturus added with knowledge. "The bastard had caused Magical Britain no end of trouble during the reign of Grindelwald, before betraying him and fleeing, with countless slaves, treasures and rivers of Wizards and Witches' blood flowing behind him. None had heard of him since, and if Voldemort had made a move to ally himself with him… He must have grown more desperate than we had expected. I wouldn't be surprised if he had realized that his Horcruxes are all gone, safe for one he keeps close to himself all the time. Still, Voldemort and Malekith… I wouldn't put past the Witch King to accept such an alliance, if only as a pretense to launch another invasion. You should mobilize all your subjects for this one, Henry, and quickly."
"I'll send the order right away myself. Plus warn Rias and Irene about the situation, maybe they'll be able to deal with the problem should it arise sooner than we can react." Rose suddenly spoke up and headed right towards the nearest floo portal without another word said after.
"She seems to have grown quite a bit of confidence since she became Lady Potter." Bellatrix noted out, before she returned to the topic at hand. "She mentioned Malekith, and that is where things had gone down south. As it turned out, she was tailed those that tailed her weren't all too pleased to see me. We were attacked by several of my former comrades, namely Crabbe and Goyle seniors, along with half a dozen of no-names that I cared not to remember. The two dimwits had actually gotten to their head to put up a barrier to prevent us escaping or reaching out for help, so we three were left to fend for ourselves."
"Thank Morgana Mom had been teaching me a bit of Black magic to defend myself, otherwise I would've been much worse." Cornelia said with a sigh. "Mom and I were doing rather well, all things considering, while Narcissa had tried to escape. Unfortunately, some idiot had sent and exploding charm into her and it impacted a gas tank in the kitchen. I've shielded myself and mom, but Aunt Narcissa…" She glanced at her barely living form once more. "It is a miracle that she had even survived."
"After that, I've showed them why messing with Black family was their last mistake and used Fiendfyre on them, leaving nothing of them, and of the café and any evidences of the fight or magic. And before you ask, the café was pretty far off any populated areas of London, so the damage was contained." Bellatrix assured them. "After that we've rushed Narcissa here and called you here, along with someone who could shed some light on what our enemy may be doing at the moment."
"She is practically walking between life and death, even with all that the doctors have done." Cassiopeia had finished her examination of Narcissa. "I have the means of saving her, but only if you Henry will allow it." Cassiopeia looked at him questioningly.
"Why ask me all of a sudden? I hardly recall you ever needing my opinion on doing something, Cassiopeia?" Henry asked of her.
"Because I respect you, however shocking it may sound, and I also know that you hold reservations against her being in House of Black. Arcturus' opinion is well known to us, but he and I will agree to accept her, if you do so as well." Cassiopeia stated to him.
"Harry, I know that she had chosen to side with Lucius and her son, but she is still a Black and she risked her life by doing what she did. Please, if only for me…" Andromeda was about to plead him, before Henry said his word.
"Use the Stone and save her, Cassiopeia, but after that she'll be under constant survey and I give no promises regarding her husband and son." Henry simply stated without any stress, with Bellatrix and Andromeda looking relieved at his decision. "Now, who is this mystery man you wanted us to meet?"
"An old friend and someone I've finally managed to convince switch sides. He should be…" Before Bellatrix could finish, all of them heard an explosion outside of the room in the hall.
Without wasting any moments, Henry, along with Regulus, Ted and Bellatrix ran outside, prepared for a fight, only to stand stunned out of the sight in front of them. Rose was sending out stuns and exploding charms with a masterful ability with her bare hands, putting her newfound abilities and powers to good use. Her opponent was defending himself with Protego charm, though he was clearly not winning. Before long, Rose had gathered enough power in her hands and sends a powerful magical wave at her opponent, sending him flying into the wall at the opposite end of the hall. As he had impacted the wall, stone had suddenly come to life around him and akin to tar had engulfed his limbs inside of itself, before once again turning solid. Walking confidently towards him and picking up his brown wand, Rose looked up at the man and spoke up.
"Give me one good reason to spare you, Death Eater?" Rose spoke with a voice as cold as it was resolute. "First you try and kill one of Black family, and now you decide to finish the job here? One would expect Voldemort to send more than one assailant, at least out of caution."
"Rose, while I do admire your ferocious loyalty to even our prodigal relatives, do please let go of our ally here." Bellatrix made her and the rest's presence known to Rose and her opponent, before she walked to her and looked up at her former comrade at arms. "I had expected you to come earlier, Evan." Rose let go of the man, letting him fall onto the cold floor.
"Last minute business had kept me busy." He spoke up, as he got up on his feet, seeing Ted and Regulus dealing with doctors and nurses because of the ruckus, while Henry made his way to him. "Ah, Prince Le Fay, a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Evan Rosier, Head of Ancient and Most Noble House Rosier, at your service."
"And do tell what kind of services would I want to receive from a Death Eater and one of the members of Voldemort's inner circle?" Henry asked of Evan, crossing his arms on his chest. "Speak up, and be truthful, or I will be more than happy to leave you in the care of Lady Potter."
"Ah, and if young Lady is anything like her esteemed grandmother, I would be more than happy to truthful with you, if only to save my life." Evan spoke up, before his tone to serious one. "As you are well aware, Bellatrix and House of Black had been conducting talks with a certain defector from Death Eaters. Said defector is I and I have come here at her request and order, so an explanation of Voldemort's plans could be given to you."
"He speaks the truth, that's him I was expecting to come." Bellatrix vouched for Evan.
"Why would you all of a sudden turn on your Master, Lord Rosier?" Rose demanded to know, still not trusting him.
"It is not so sudden, Lady Potter, but one that had been coming for a long time now." Evan said to them all. "I am sure you are aware that my sister Isabella was a Lady Potter, having married your uncle and my good friend Michael Potter. Despite our differences in ideas and ideologies, I cherished my sister and her family, and thought Michael to be a very dear friend to me, so the deaths of Isabella, her husband, and their children at the hands of Severus Snape I could not forgive, nor would I forgive the man that had plotted their demise, that being your now rotting dead father, pardon the insult."
"None taken, for he was as rotten in life as his corpse would've been now, had it remained." Rose stated to him.
"Naturally, I had tried to have the head of Snape, but the slippery bastard held favor with Voldemort, so I was denied vengeance. I was forced to make peace with him in front of everyone, lest my wife and my sons suffered the same fate as my niece and nephew." Evan explained to them. "I may've said that I forgave him, but words are wind as they say. I never forgot nor forgiven, and after Voldemort had denied what was rightfully mine, I had made my mind to leave him and his group of sycophants, but I didn't want any part with Order and Dumbledore. I've seen my chance when you, Your Highness, had made your appearance, and I was further assured when you've done me a service and ended Snape's life. After James's demise, I was firmly on your side, and I swear so with my magic." Magic confirmed it all to them, as his oath was accepted.
"This all sound fine and dandy, Rosier, but what other proof can you give us that you really are with us, aside from your word?" Regulus asked of him with skepticism, having returned with Ted after settling the matters with the medical staff.
"Information about the bastard's plans, and of the fact that he still knows nothing about the attack upon Lady Narcissa and of more than a few dimwits missing from the land of the living." Evan stated to them. "That little attack was a scheme of her husband Lucius, who had suspected that she might not be with them anymore and wished to deal with her without drawing attention of Voldemort. Too bad he chose the dumbest pair of idiots and cannon fodder for the work."
"Rosier, you said something about his plans? Speak up." Henry demanded.
"Right, I believe you should know that while I was contemplating joining you or not, I was conducting talks with Cabals of the Dark Wizards and Witches in Europe. You may rest assured that those Cabals will not be joining his side any time soon, not after the work I've put to sabotage my own position before them." Rosier said with a hint of pride. "Naturally, Voldemort knows nothing of it, or I would be dead, but he will know soon enough and will kill me. That is, unless you finally end the bastard and his freakish existence for good today." Rosier saw the looks of surprise on their faces.
"What do you mean, today?" Ted asked of him.
"Your little dismantling of chicken Order has spurned him to take more drastic actions. Aside from making suicidal deals with Dark Elves, he has decided to take advantage of the confusion and chaos rampant in the country and retrieve our good old comrades out of Azkaban." Rosier explained to them. "He knows from the trusted sources that the defenses of that rock have been weakened, due to lack of Aurors guarding the prisoners, and that only a token force of them is stationed there, alongside hundreds of Dementors. And he has no problem controlling and commanding to do his bidding, as my dear friends Bellatrix and Regulus may recall."
"True, he had managed to somehow find a way to bind them to himself and command them." Bellatrix stated out loud. "Should he make even one step into the fortress, the Aurors will be slaughtered to the man and my "beloved" husband and all his friends will be set free."
"Which wouldn't be such good news for us all, unless someone, with quite a good deal of resources, influence and the biggest magical army on the islands were to make a stand against him there." Evan told them. "He'll strike tonight at midnight, with all of his cohorts being there with him, including his favorite pet snake with him. I would suggest you lay a trap for the bastard, lest he becomes a bigger threat than he is."
Henry and the other heard what Evan had to tell to them and knew that this was the perfect opportunity to finally put an end to Voldemort and Death Eaters. Bellatrix and Regulus were about to suggest to Henry to redeploy all resources to Azkaban, until they've finally heard him speak up.
"Do you expect of me to deploy all of my armies on that island and await his arrival, to give him a general battle and finally crush him right there and then?" Henry suddenly asked of them all.
"Well, that is what I had in mind. A finale to the reign of tyranny, as you might put it." Evan said to him, with Henry simply letting out a somewhat tired sigh. "I would've thought that you would relish an opportunity to finally destroy Voldemort and show to the entire world the might you possess."
"Flattery won't help you achieve anything with me, and I have no intentions of giving him any form of battle or fight, nor do I have an inclination to duel him." Henry said, shocking them all.
"Henry, do please explain what the hell are you saying?!" Ted asked of him in a shout. "After everything that bastard has done and everyone he had killed, you are going to simply let him walk away with all of it?!"
"Ted, calm down, and yes, Henry, what in the blazes are thinking about?!" Regulus practically roared at him, nearly deafening Henry.
"Regulus, Ted, do keep a volume down. We are in the hospital, after all." Henry chided them. "And do not misunderstand me. Just because I don't plan on giving any form of battle to Voldemort, doesn't mean that I've suddenly changed my mind about killing him and the rest of those Death Eaters. If anything I'm actually elated and relieved to find out that all of them, including that damn snake of his, will be in Azkaban. I've wanted that damn place destroyed for quite a while."
"Then, what's your plan, Prince Le Fay?" Bellatrix asked of him, with Henry letting out a chuckle.
"To let the Devil do all the dirty for me." Was all that Harry had told them, as a smile came upon his face.
Azkaban Island. Night between August 26th and August 27th
Many boats had finally made their landing upon the unwelcoming and barren rock that was Azkaban, with the leader of the landing party moving at a somewhat relaxed pace, as all of his followers were after him. Voldemort's gaze was firmly fixed upon the great fortress that stood ahead of him, towards the entrance of which he was heading, Nagini following him. The morale of his followers was at an all-time high, as all expected this to be an easy victory, yet one that shall lay the foundation of their true return in power. With all the locked up Death Eaters in there, not to mention an army of Dementors… Not even Ministry with all the forces that Prince Le Fay could provide to them would be able to contain his might.
And that's not to mention the success with the Dark Elves, even if it had come at great cost of promising Malekith one fourth of the entire magical population of England, should he help him. An outrageous and maddening price, yet the desperation and determination to see his enemies crushed had made this decision for Voldemort a little bit easier to accept. Of course, he had omitted to mention anything of this condition to his followers, lest they decide to not follow up on their master's will. They would, of course find out about it, when Voldemort would decide to hold his part of the deal with Malekith. Or he may to that time decide to not hold his word and destroy the pompous and arrogant bastard, and once more showcase his might and power to the entire world. He couldn't yet make up his mind on this matter, but that wasn't important for the moment.
What was important was finally freeing his compatriots out of the cells of this prison and claiming it's terrifying guards as his own. And once he has done so, this prison shall burn like a torch, blazing and showing to the entire magical world that Voldemort had return and he was taking what was his by right. He brought nearly all of his followers and servants, safe for Evan Rosier, who had suddenly come down with a bad case of fever, and Narcissa Malfoy, who had suddenly disappeared and nowhere to be found. Voldemort paid no mind to Rosier's condition, sensing no lies from him for he had been loyal to him despite all that had happened to him, and he could deal with Narcissa later, or have her husband and son deal with her at his command.
Once the retinue of Death Eaters and their Lord Voldemort had reached the massive gates of Azkaban, the heavy doors of the prison opened up and allowed them passage inside. It wasn't long until all Death Eaters had entered the keep's atrium, before the gates had suddenly shut themselves close behind them, with an extremely powerful barrier appearing on them. The Death Eaters took out their wands and had expected to find themselves facing an army of Aurors, and yet… There was no one to be found. In fact, the entire Azkaban was eerily quiet. Not sounds could be heard, neither from any prisoners, guards or Dementors. In fact, there wasn't even a single one Dementor, or a living being to be seen yet.
It was as if Azkaban was completely and utterly deserted.
"Milord, what is going on?" Nott Senior asked of his Lord. "Homenum Revelio!" He casted a revealing charm to see if anyone or anything was here.
Several of his compatriots have done the same, and from all of them a single wisp of light followed from their wands and flown towards the unlit front of the atrium. All Death Eaters and Voldemort had turned their attention there, and witnessed how a single figure stepped out of the shadows, dressed in blues and gold. A full coat of blue and golden embroidery, with white intricate dragons embroiled upon it as well, as Prince Le Fay had stepped into the light, shocking all those that laid their eyes upon him, including Voldemort. He was the first one to speak.
"Finally, I was starting to get worried that you might've been stuck in the traffic, though I have asked Madam Bones to clear it up, along with this entire establishment, for us all, gentlemen." Henry spoke in a surprisingly calm, collected, if not slightly mocking tone. "Do tell, how was your ride here? The waves were hopefully not too rough to your boats?"
"Prince Le Fay, is this some kind of poor attempt at jesting?!" One of the noble Death Eaters shouted out at him, with Henry answering.
"No that is me showing courtesy to you all, as befitting of the noble Prince." Henry simply answered, before turning his gaze upon Voldemort and speaking up. "Lord Voldemort, I must say, I have been looking forward to eventual reunion with some anticipation, though now I find myself positively wishing to put an end to our long altercation, so to speak."
"Prince Le Fay, you speak as if we had already met, and have been in conflict for some time. I fear either my memory fails me, or you jest and mock me, with the latter of which I cannot allow anyone to get away with." Voldemort said in a threatening manner. "Explain, what is this whole charade about?"
"Straight to the point. Why not, in fact, now that you mention it, these whole theatrics are quite unnecessary at this point, might as well just be plain and simple." Henry let out a sign. "This whole charade, as you've put it, is about me and you finally finishing what you have started a little less than 14 years ago, when you have failed to have me killed. Do you not recall: a powerfull Sorceress putting herself between you and a boy of six, her Patronus clashing with your Killing Curse and deflecting it back at you. Does that jog up your memory?"
Voldemort's eyes widened as his face had contorted in anger and rage, as he recalled the moment of his fall and defeat. A moment that was to be his triumph against fate itself became the instance of his defeat at the hands of Dorea Potter, a Witch who he believed he could destroy easily, and yet she overpowered him and used his own curse to kill him. An ultimate insult upon his person, one that he would never forgive to now dead Witch. And then that boy, the eldest child of Potters that had later repeated his grandmother's feat in his fifth year.
Only after looking a bit more into Prince Le Fay's eyes, had Voldemort finally understood what he meant, as a scowl formed upon his face.
"Harry Potter." He suddenly mouthed, as shocked murmurs spread through his ranks. "I had thought the world was rid of you, when I heard that you have perished in the bowels of this very place."
"You may thank my grandmother for protecting me, until the chance came for me to leave this accursed place and finally put an end to you." Harry simply stated to him. "Ironically, it was actually your return to the land of the living that had allowed me to be freed from here. One could say that you've freed your own worst enemy."
"How very prideful of you to say so, and incredibly foolish of to have set this up. You are here, all alone, while I stand with my greatest companions and servants all prepared to fight and die for me. I can't help but laugh at the notion of you throwing your life away in such a suicidal battle." Voldemort laughed at Harry, who simply shook his head with a small smile. "Have you finally realized your inevitable doom, and decided to spare us the effort of destroying your armies and allies? If that is the case, I shall be merciful and actually grant you a swift and painless death, something you clearly do not deserve. Avada Kedavra!" He sent his favorite curse at Harry, already savoring the victory.
And when it had connected… Harry still stood perfectly still, unfazed and unmoved by what had just transpired. In bewilderment and shock, Voldemort stood for a few seconds, until he began to send a curse after curse at Harry, and all of them had the very same effect at as the one before, which was none at all. Harry allowed Voldemort to do as he wished and stood still, not even bothering with moving away, savoring in the looks of fear, surprise and utter disbelief at seeing the true Boy-Who-Lived still stand and live after what seen several dozen Avada Kedavra curse. Once Voldemort had stopped, Harry had flicked his right hand and disarmed Voldemort with no effort at all, paralyzing all that saw it and the Dark Lord himself. Once he done so, Harry finally spoke again.
"Like I've said to Bellatrix and Regulus, I have not come here to give you any decisive battles, or to duel you in a fight that would be as destructive as it would be glorious in the eyes of all that see it. No, I have come here to finally put an end to you, and all your pathetic excuses of Slytherin followers. I do thank you for gathering them all here, because I would hate to have to drag them all out of the holes like I do with Dumbledore's puppets right now." Harry simply stated to Voldemort. "I will be quite honest with you, Tom: I am dead tired of this entire nonsense and insanity that you and Dumbledore have begun. Dark Lord battles the Light Lord for the supremacy and all that, caring nothing for the lives that are caught in the middle. Moving your pieces in this game of chess liked Kings and not even thinking about simply doing what all expect of you- just duel one another and see who comes out on top."
"And what is this then? Your own checkmate to me?!" Voldemort snarled at Harry.
"No, this me flipped the board." Harry simply stated him, before turning his back and walking away from them, seemingly disappearing from the view.
And before anyone could cast a single charm or curse at where Harry was, all the torches and lights in the castle suddenly went down, plunging the group into the darkness. Immediately all had used Lumos charm to light up the place, including Voldemort, who was fuming at what that brazen upstart boy had told him. But his rage and fury were not to remain for long, as in the next second, his everyone else's being was caught in the grasp of fear and utter agony.
The darkness that had surrounded them all suddenly enclosed around all Death Eaters and Voldemort with his pet snake. And then it began to literally swallow them, with cries of agony filled the empty fortress as the flesh, bones, magic and souls were being devoured by the void. There was no escape, no end and no salvation as the darkness hungrily took all of them inside of itself, and none were spared the horrible fate. The last remaining was none other than Voldemort, as he screamed in agony and felt the tendrils of evil enclose around his form and drag him into hell where he belonged. His last ever act as a living being was to call out the name of one he hated the most at the moment.
"HARRY POTTER!"And with this ended the life and reign of terror of Voldemort, doomed to be forgotten and never remembered in the future, along with all his goals and ideas.
Some Distance away from the island.
Harry Potter stood on top of a floating magical platform, a smile upon his face, as he saw the island of Azkaban, along with its fortress and everyone that was on it, be devoured by the monstrous and demonic power, known as The Embrace of Destruction. Truth be told, when he had told Irene of his plan and desire to see it all end, she seemed both disappointed, and positively enthusiastic at the same time, if that was possible. It is not every day that she is allowed to showcase her absolutely unholy powers. Her disappointment probably stemmed from the fact that the war wasn't allowed to be continued, or from the lack of a decisive battle, but she still stated that she would happy to do as he wished.
Clearing the Azkaban of Aurors was a trifle matter, a single call to Amelia and informing her of Harry's plan. She had protested at first, of course, but after thinking things through, she came around to what he had proposed, and agreed to give her blessing. The prisoners of Azkaban were either removed and placed in specially prepared establishments for their containment, if their crimes were of lesser severity, or dealt with by Irene, like all of Death Eaters remaining in there. As for Dementors, they were met with same fate as Death Eaters, which is to say was a mercy compared to what Voldemort and Death Eaters felt right now.
Harry felt no sorrow or sadness and putting so many to their deaths, even if some of them could be redeemed, as Dumbledore would've stated to him. He wasn't trying to be good or evil, nor was he seeking to be a chivalrous hero and slay the monster like in those tales of old. No, he simply decided to finally do what needed to be done: end this entire damn circus that was Dark Lord Voldemort and Death Eaters. He knew he had condemned many Noble Families to death, but he didn't care, nor was he going to grieve their deaths, since the moment they've decided to come in Azkaban was the moment they all had forfeited their last chance at salvation. Let the widows, sons and daughters weep for them all, if they remained, he will live on and finish what he had started with Dumbledore.
Giving one last gaze to the now empty spot upon the North Sea, Harry turned around to Irene and nodded to her. And just as Azkaban now and Voldemort, they were gone.
Unknown place. Sometime later.
"Your former apprentice and all his followers are no more. The Prince has done something that even you were unable to: rid the world of that snake and the disease it spread."
"Yes, yet he had done it so unsightly and without any effort. Had he truly were a powerful Wizard he claimed to be, he would've battled Tom and won, not cheated and let the Devil do all his work."
"Still, the efficiency at which he dealt with them all is nothing short of admirable. Perhaps I would be best allying with him instead of you, hm?"
"Our contract is sealed and will be upheld, you have sworn upon your own soul, Malekith."
"And I shall keep my word, Headmaster."
My apologies for not giving you a chapter before the end of the previous year, but I hope that this one will be enough to quell any anger you have for me.
So, as you can see Harry had just done the most ingenious thing in his life and in one fell swoop… He destroyed Voldemort and Death Eaters. I bet none of you had expected such an underwhelming end, I most certainly didn't myself. I thought I would drone it all on, let battles take place, casualties to mount and then a climactic battle and all that…
But then I said: Fuck it all like the 8 Season of Game of Thrones, let's just end the fucker and all them bastards! And since I had a literal walking, talking and very gorgeous Devil around doing nothing, I've decided to put her to use (plus I was really struggling to find her use lately)
Anyway, as you may have guessed, we are entering our endgame of sorts, and I wish to thank you all who supported me with this story. You are truly wonderful people and I am glad to be able to give you something to enjoy during your pass time.
Also, on another note. My Naruto/Lord of the Rings story I spoke of is out, and I encourage all of you to check it out if you haven't already. Next chapters will be out soon, as I am now on a leave until the exams begin in the mid-January.
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Next time: Dark Elves strike; Witch King vs. The Dark Prince; Sacrifice…
See ya soon!