In a secluded room of Hogwarts, far away from prying eyes, two people chanted in prayer. The reason that the room was secret was because of exactly who they were praying to- the worship of a destruction goddess was not encouraged by the faculty. The English had long become narrow-minded to the old deities and had conveniently forgotten how bloodthirsty their own old gods were.
The two finished their chant in front of a small incense altar and waited. They had long since prepared offerings and painted the red footprints to represent the presence of the goddess. It was the sacred new moon of Margashirsha and they were hoping to entreat the goddess to destroy the evil which was currently in their land. They had long worshiped her, but had never hoped for her as much as they did now. One of them, the Griffindor, had come up with the idea; the other, a Ravenclaw, had researched on how to entreat the goddess properly. They waited in anticipation and were rewarded.
The smoke from the incense shifted and changed into a terrible form, dark as night. The goddess looked like a human except her skin was blacker than polished ebony, and one could see the power of the monsoon in her eyes. Her hair was long and matted with a substance that might have been dirt but probably wasn't. Both figures were struck dumb for a moment, until the Gryffindor found her voice.
"My Lady." Both bowed respectfully.
The goddess looked upon them with faint approval at their respect. She raised an eyebrow.
"Why have you summoned me?" she asked, as if she already knew the answer. Her voice cracked with a thousand fires and ratted with ten thousand gongs.
"A great evil has blighted our land, and threatens us, our family, and our friends. We wish help in fighting it." Said the Ravenclaw. "He appears to be blessed by a vile and horrible god, for none can defeat him. There is a prophecy of his defeat by a boy, but the boy has disappeared. He is said to be fighting on his own, with only his two friends to help him."
"The prophecies of those who call themselves Wizards are often faulty, my devoted. They look to no god to guide them and only rely on their own power to manipulate Fate. Often, Fate manipulates them instead. Still, the one of this boy is truer than most, I suppose. He is looking to destroy abominations- disgraces to the face of the earth. This man, who calls himself Lord, has split his prana and put it into objects. He knows no love, no kindness, only fear and hate."
The Ravenclaw went white.
She whispered to herself, "Horucruxes?"
Kali turned to look at her, and her movements were sinuous as a panther and deliberate as a war elephant.
"Yes. That is what the wizards call them."
"My lady? What can we do?"
Kali looked like she had a bad taste in her mouth.
"Because you are so far away, my devoteds, I cannot help you directly. The Morrigan, though bound, still holds power here and I cannot cross her without breaking Unwritten Laws. The most I can do for you is give you this." She procured two small tokens, both of which had an image of her on one side but an elaborate triskelion on the other.
"Keep these safe. The Morrígan hates this evil as much as I do, and will judge when called upon. When he is near, dip these in blood, for they will summon her for judgement."
"We thank you, my Lady." Both figures bowed low again. Kali said no word, but was gone as the smoke.
...
The battle was fierce and terrible, with curses being cast in every direction. One could hardly tell who was on whom's side. However, at the very center of the battle stood a man and a boy. The boy was tired, and flagging, but the man was not showing any signs of weakness. He cast curse after curse, only barely being blocked by the boy. However, moving toward them determinedly was a girl in a student uniform. She clutched the token until she had gotten near to the pair, and then dipped it in the blood of a fallen Death Eater.
The battle stopped.
Three women stepped forward. They had always been there, but no one recognized them.
The first spoke, and she was a young girl in a Hogwarts uniform.
"Thomas Marvolo Riddle. You have created abominations to death and abominations to life. I stand in judgement for these atrocities and find you guilty." Her eyes began to glow in a sickly green.
The second stepped forward, and she was a mature woman in a Death Eater Robe.
"Thomas Marvolo Riddle. You desecrate the act of battle and desecrate the act of making war. I stand in judgement for these desecrations and find you guilty." Her eyes glowed green as well.
The third stepped forward, and she was an old woman, dressed like a grandmother, but with a small phoenix on her jacket like the Order had.
"Thomas Marvolo Riddle. You are a detestation to the gods you hoped to become and a detestation to the face of the world. I stand in judgement for these detestations and find you guilty." Her eyes also turned green.
Voldemort, who had been struggling to escape the three, could not move. No one could. The world was as if time had stopped.
The green of the three's eyes began to brighten and brighten until there was a flash. When it faded, Voldemort was gone. So was Nagini. The Death Eaters were powerless, and removed of their mark. The girl still stood nearby, and was joined by her sister. The boy turned to them.
"What was that?" Harry asked. Padma and Parvati Patil looked at each other, and Padma answered.
"There are powers that every wizard knows not, and things beyond what you are willing to accept."
Patil nodded.
"Voldemort has stood judgement from a court higher than many. He is gone, never to return. Rejoice."
Harry cracked a cautious grin and went to look for his friends. The Patils smirked at each other. In the jungle far away, a cry of veangeance was sung, and England was at peace.