White Lies
By BertaS
Description: Just a little ficlet that gives one way Harry could defeat Voldy.
Disclaimer: When dealing with Dark Lords, it is not always wise to be truthful.
The two wizards faced each other. One tall and slim with snake like features and a commanding presence. The other young, short and skinny. The unkind might even call him scrawny.
The taller of the two laughed and scoffed, "You can't kill me you week, pathetic, little excuse for a wizard."
Harry Potter snorted, "Actually Tommy, it has been foretold that I can and I will." He started reciting, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him. Born as the seventh month dies."
Voldemort's eyes went wide, this was the very prophesy that sent him after the Potters in the first place. He sneered, "That doesn't say that you will, only that you have 'Power'. And we all know you are to week and stupid to use it properly."
"Ah, but Tommy," Harry's eyes brightened as he smiled, "you see, there's more." He laughed as the shopping shows his aunt liked to watch, flashed through his mind. "He will have a power the Dark lord knows not, and the Dark Lord must die by the champion's hand. For the world can not survive while the Dark Lord lives."
Harry had been working his way closer to Voldemort and by last word was close enough to spring. Wrapping his fingers around the man's throat and growling, "It just starts repeating after that."
In his surprise at being physically attacked and the distraction of finally hearing the rest of the prophesy, the Dark Lord went down, flat on his back with the younger man straddling him.
Harry began banging the snake-like head on the stone floor as hard as he could while maintaining an ever tightening grip on his throat.
The Death Eaters present were reluctant to fire any spells at the young man for rear of hitting their Lord.
Members of the DA, the Order and the Aurors had no such compunction about engaging the Death Eaters.
Voldemort thrashed under the Champion of the Light but was unable to break free. As the groups broke into individual duels a soft chanting could be heard.
Hermione and Luna had found the spell in the Black Family library. According to the book it was designed to capture the souls of the wicked. A glass ball a little bigger than a marble was usually used to facilitate this capture. Since Voldemort's soul was connected to those of his Death Eaters, they had decided to use one of Professor Trelawney's crystal balls. Just in case some of the Death Eaters were dragged along.
A resounding crack sounded as the chant reached it's end. The black shadowy thing that Harry remembered from first year seeped out through the large crack in the back of the Dark Lord's skull. It attempted to flee, but was quickly sucked into the glass sphere.
The Death Eaters began to scream. Most crumpled to the floor. Others, mostly the inner circle went stiff and similar black shadowy thing came out of them to join the Dark Lord in the glass ball.
When silence returned the crystal ball was full of an oily black smoke. Harry stood holding the sphere and turned to the others, "I need to get into the Ministry, specifically the Department of Mysteries. This," he lifted the sphere containing the souls of the dark Lord and the worst of his Death Eaters, "This is going through the Veil of Death."
There was a ragged chorus of cheers as it sank in with all those present that it was over. The light had won.
fin
AN: I found this and a couple of other half finished thoughts in one of my old notebooks. By notebook I mean lots of lined paper bound by a spiral of wire. I don't know if I was planning anything else for this as I only vaguely remember scribbling it down while at work. Oh well hope you enjoy. Anyone that wants to complain about the prophesy being wrong, please see my disclaimer.
BertaS