Disclaimer: If I owned it, then this would probably take the place of that worthless epilogue in Deathly Hollows XD
Warning: Nothing much for now… minor violence. Sorry, I suck at action scenes…
A/N: Finished this several days ago but didn't have a chance to type it up till now. Um um… I actually don't think I have anything to say about this… So just enjoy!! :D
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Harry felt as if the world as he knew it was collapsing around him. For three years he had lived without the fear of Voldemort that had plagued him since he came into the magical world. He had lived in peace, enjoying life. And now, that was at an end.
A message had come to the Ministry in the wee hours of the morning claiming that the Dark Lord had returned. The Ministry had dissolved into total chaos. No one really knew what to do or who to turn to. The only thing everyone seemed to be certain of was that once again, Harry Potter would save the world.
Harry himself was not so certain. Three years before, he had watched his friends and many others die and mourned for them. He had come out stronger for it, but the experience was not one he wished to repeat.
But if he did nothing many more people would certainly die. And that was something he definitely didn't want weighing on his conscience. So it seemed the only hope for the survival of the wizarding community and the world at large was for Harry to defeat Voldemort one way or another. And that could lead again to his death, possibly for good this time.
Oh how he hoped this was all some cruel joke. But he knew in his gut that it wasn't, that He was really back. And although he had had three years to recover, to get stronger, Harry felt weaker than he ever had in his life. The only thing to do now was to prepare for this final showdown.
The Ministry had already been evacuated of everyone but Harry and a few of the aurors. The aurors had been hidden around the lobby in hopes of surprising Voldemort when he appeared. Harry had been asked- more like ordered- to remain farther back as the last defense.
And so Harry hid, awaiting the Dark Lord. He did not have to wait long. In less than half an hour, Lord Voldemort appeared in the center of the lobby, a smaller, cloaked figure by his side
Harry was surprised to see that the Dark Lord did not look much older than the Tom Riddle that appeared from the diary in second year. This one looked perhaps twenty-five and very handsome, in a cold, distant way.
"I want to speak to the Minister," a cold voice called, though much less cruel and threatening than Harry could remember hearing it before.
As soon as the words were spoken, the aurors leapt from their hiding places, immediately sending spells at the two men. With only a second's hesitation, the taller of the two sent up a protective barrier. The spells bounced off the barrier and back to the aurors, who scattered to avoid them. One was too slow, letting out a pained cry as he fell, then lay still.
As the aurors collected themselves for a new attack, Voldemort turned to the man next to him who stepped back, cowering. "What have you done?" he roared, his anger seeming to make him tower even more over the other.
The aurors paused for a moment, confused, but continued their attack, hoping to catch the Dark Lord while his back was turned. Instead, Voldemort merely waved a hand, turning all the spells back on their casters. A few missed as the aurors jumped from their paths, but many more hit their marks. There were screams of pain from all around and a few aurors crashed into walls, floor, or ceiling with horrific thuds.
Voldemort glanced at the remaining aurors then back at the man who lay prostrate before him. "I will deal with you later," he hissed. A flash of red light and the man on the ground lay still.
A few of the aurors gasped, shocked that even the Dark Lord would harm his seemingly only remaining follower. Amused, Voldemort laughed coldly, jolting the aurors back into action. As one, they attacked.
For several minutes the air was filled with a thick, black smoke, the cries of people in pain, and various crashes and bangs. Flashes of light pierced the smoke as aurors shot indiscriminately, desperate to hit the Dark Lord.
Eventually, the smoke cleared, leaving only one man standing in the center of the floor. Around Voldemort lay the aurors, the best of the best. None moved and Harry was unsure if they were dead or alive.
At last, Harry realized it was time for him, Savior of the wizarding world, to take his last stand and decide the fate of both wizards and muggles. Taking a deep breathe, he stepped out of hiding and into the light.
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A/N: I meant for this to be longer at first… but this is where it wanted to stop… I merely obeyed XD I think I told someone that this chapter would have the confrontation between Harry and Tom but I decided that needed to wait till next chapter… sorry XD And I've started chapter three so I hope it won't take too long to update. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and REVIEW!! :D