Voldy's arrogance
With Voldemort's followers gathered around him, it was speech time. He walked up to each by name,and told them all how he was Disappointed in them. Then it was on to Harry. "Harry Potter, Standing on the grave of my filthy MUGGLE father.
"How lies have filled your legend Harry!" The chains just fell away from Harry. "What lies are those that you are some great wizard...lie of the century that one Tommy! Or the fact that since that day I claim Slytherin House by right of conquest. I trounced your worthless ass when I was 15 months old...don't sound great to me!" Tom was loosing it now!
"Don't you dare defy The great Lord..." Harry cut him off. "MOLDY SHORTS!"
"Bully an fool, extraordinare! Not even your followers want to be here. You bullied them into it!"
Totally useless!"
All around them as this was happening The fearsome 5 had arrived with fifteen other witches and wizards. Not to mention every elf from the Potter properties and Hogwarts. With one move all Voldemorts followers fell...Knocked out cold!
"CRUCIO!" Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry. He just side stepped The curse and waved his finger.
"You'll need to do better than that TOMMY!"
Voldemort started firing spells in rapid succession, Nothing hit Harry He had not even taken his wand out. Harry just danced around the grave yard...He then said "It's time to End this Tom!" Voldy took aim and shouted "AVADA-KADAVRA!" The sickly green spell hit a rock and shattered it. Harry and Voldemort shot spells at the same instant. They collided between them. Green meeting Gold. The two Titans pushed magic into there wands. Harry a face of determination, Voldemort, his confidence now slipping. The spells grew in intensity, the Light from them shown like the sun. The spectators Now stood, Cheering Harry on. Harry found more power, The cheering pushing him on. Voldemort heard Him self Berated, Not one soul cheered for him. Tom Riddle was a dead man walking the spell harry pushed was pushing his own killing curse back on him. Tom couldn't break the connection. The spell came up his own wand, it fed all his Hate back on himself. He felt every murder, every torture, Every bit of evil in what was left of his soul. He couldn't feel his anchors, they were gone. It's not possible. Tom Marvolo Riddle was frightend. He was dieing, The greatest Wizard in the world Dieing. He felt his Life leave him. Tom Marvolo Riddle, Stood before the fates, and Death! Seven shards of a soul. The floor beneath him opened he fell never to be seen again!