Chapter 60

"No," Hadrian replied casually, "But I doubt anyone would approve of what I am going to do to you, but let's keep that between us shall we, Tom? You deserve a special kind of justice after all," he finished with a feral grin.

"This ends now!" He growled as Harry fired a particularly dark cutting curse, a curse that would cut into the bone and sear the flesh and muscle around it, at the man who side stepped it warily.

"Impressive," Riddle conceded, "You must have dug quite deeply to find that one," he acknowledged with a nod. "But not good enough!" he roared as he fired a string of curses towards Hadrian.

Hadrian recognized a blood-boiling curse, an entrail-expulsion curse, and a heart-stopping hex. He dodged the first two and batted the other back towards Tom who dodged it nimbly.

"Not impressed." Hadrian shrugged as he slashed his wand through the air quickly, launching a purple bolt in Tom's direction.

He saw a look of surprise cross Tom's face before he quickly conjured a large silver dome which absorbed the spell, much to his relief.

"One of Antonin's favourites," Voldemort observed. "A very dangerous spell to play with Harry" he warned as he shot the same spell back at the teen who conjured the same shield he had just witnessed, to prevent the curse from hitting him. Suddenly, Voldemort's face shifted to half Gaulitier and Half Voldemort, which looked gross.

Hadrian growled angrily and began firing curses at will towards his foe who followed suit.

The two / three men danced around, shooting an array of lethal hexes, jinxes and curses at one another, dodging, shielding and batting them away when necessary.

The time for talking was well and truly over, for now.

They pushed each other to the best of their abilities and soon found themselves in a stalemate, a fight between equals as Tom expected from what the prophecy had stated.

Each man was certainly impressed by the skill the other was showing, though they both expected the fight of a lifetime from the other.

Hadrian began shooting off some of the more obscure spells that he had been learning from his Grandfather's and Peverell's collection. He was pleased to see a look of concern cross Han's side of face as he clearly recognized some of them.

Tom and Gaulitier dodged the spells he did not recognize. He may not know what they were but he knew that they were intended to kill or maim. He could feel the power the younger man possessed and began to worry about the unrecognisable spells that were coming at him fast and thick.

He grew weary of the attritional fight he found himself in and decided to fight with the curses that had not failed him yet.

He began firing killing curses as quickly as he could. They were tiring but he knew the fight would be over if he could catch the nimble younger wizard with just one of them.

Hadrian began conjuring granite slabs and blocking the killing curses; he knew that Gaulimort would get desperate if they was resorting to only firing them.

He paused to fire a powerful bone-breaker, only to realise that he had made a mistake by pausing in his movement.

"Crucio" Gaulimort roared triumphantly as he saw Potter pause to fire his spell.

He wasn't particularly keen on prolonging the fight with the cruciatus curse but the incantation was much shorter and it would incapacitate the teen so he could be finished at will.

Hadrian collapsed as sheer agony ignited throughout every nerve ending in his body, surprisingly he only felt it for a split second.

He heard Gaulimort scream in pain as his own curse impacted, however, it did not deter the Dark Lords.

Without missing a beat, Gaulimort fired off two cutting hexes in quick succession. One catching the teen on the thigh, and the second glancing his face as he turned to avoid it.

Hadrian hissed in pain as the curse struck his thigh and quickly turned his face as he spied another heading towards it. He felt it brush against his cheek, opening another wound, but breathed a sigh of relief when he realised it was only a flesh wound.

He rolled backwards to his feet and grinned maliciously when he saw that Tom's left arm had been mangled by his spell, rendering it useless.

Hadrian was impressed by the pain threshold of the Dark Lord, that amount of damage would usually incapacitate a normal wizard. He grudgingly gave the man some respect for his determination.

He quickly healed the cut on his leg knowing that he was losing a considerable amount of blood and didn't want it to make him weak due to blood loss.

"You've fought well Harry," Voldemort's side of the face praised, pulling Hadrian from observing his injuries. "But surely you can see that we are evenly matched," he added with a mocking sigh, "The prophecy even said so," he pointed out. "But if you continue to fight, then we will both die, and you know as well as I do that I will be back," he finished smugly.

Hadrian chuckled.

"The prophecy said you would mark me as an equal, it doesn't mean that it would always be that way," he responded.

He refused to take any chances when it came to Riddle, so, even if he did despise the subject of Divination, he had listened to it prior to the battle.

"And you are referring to your Horcruxes?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I admit that you did well locating most of them," Voldemort ground out, "But you didn't get them all," he continued with a smirk.

"Ahh you mean my ring which your family had," Hadrian returned with a smirk of his own, feeling both pleased and relieved by the jaw of the Dark Lord becoming agape in shock. "I already have it," Hadrian informed him casually.

"You lie!" Tom spat furiously.

"What's wrong Tom, scared?" Hadrian finished mockingly.

"You've already proven you can't beat me Harry," Voldemort replied exasperatedly, "I've seen your best and it is lacking," Gaulitier concluded.

Hadrian smirked dangerously.

"You've seen nothing yet Mudbloods," he replied with a dangerous grin as he drew his second wand.

Voldemort's and Gaulitiers eyes grew wide with shock and concern. They had heard of those that could use two wands, but it took a lot of practice and talent. They had never encountered one as powerful as Potter that had the ability to do it.

Voldemort himself had never bothered after Dumbledore had refused to give him another feather from his phoenix for a second wand.

He had tried several others but none were as good as his own, so he abandoned it. Knowing that it was a very rare skill indeed, it was unlikely that anyone who could use two wands would be a threat to him.

Now, he wasn't so sure as he watched Potter twirling both wands equally well in both hands.

The Dark Lord swallowed deeply and braced himself. He knew that it was more tiring to use two wands in a fight, but he had already been struggling thus far against the younger man and he himself was feeling fatigued by his exertions.

'I need to allow him to tire himself out!' he thought desperately.

He managed to erect his golden mage shield in the nick of time as the various curses Potter fired at him reverberated against it. It pushed him back violently against the wall of flames that he simply bounced off.

Hadrian gritted his teeth firmly and braced himself as he began hurling rapid and powerful bludgeoners, bone-breakers, and blasting curses from each wand in a dangerous rhythm towards the shield in an effort to break it.

His efforts were rewarded after a few moments as he began to see it flicker and weaken under the strain of his onslaught.

The Dark Lord dug as deeply as he ever had into his magic but knew that it would not be enough.

He felt himself growing weaker and caught sight of the triumphant smile the boy wore when his shield turned translucent as it began to fail him.

He felt the panic rise within him and threw himself to the ground in a final bid of desperation causing his shield to collapse.

Although he had thrown himself as clear as possible from the spells of the path, it wasn't enough. No sooner had he landed, he felt the first curses impact against him and his body erupted into agony.

The spells stopped and he found himself shaking uncontrollably as the adrenaline and endorphins attempted to stave off the pain he was experiencing.

He took stock of his body and knew immediately that many of his bones were broken, he simply could not move.

He saw that his wand arm was nothing but a useless lump of flesh and crushed bone. His wand hung limply in his hand and no matter how much he willed the appendage to move, it wouldn't.

He caught sight of his leg and realised that it was several feet from his body, removed by a blasting curse, though it was probably the least amount of pain he was feeling.

He knew he was defeated and he only hoped that Potter was bluffing about the fate of his Hocruxes

Hadrian stepped towards the downed body of the Dark Lord cautiously. He could see that he had been mangled and even partially dismembered but he knew that the man was still dangerous.

He saw that he was still in possession of his wand, though, by the state of his arm, it was unlikely that he would be able to use it.

He summoned and pocketed it with a shudder as thoughts of the amount of murder and torture it had been used for played around in his mind.

He shook his head from the disturbing images and approached the pitiful sight before him.

"You fucked up when you attacked my family," he stated darkly, "You really shouldn't have come for me, Gaulitier," he added. "Now you will suffer for what you put me through, all I wanted was a normal life, but you just couldn't allow it, could you?" he spat bitterly towards them.

Gaulitier said nothing but stared at him with complete hatred in his eyes.

"Now you will suffer, Gaulitier, the next few minutes are going to be very unpleasant for you," he concluded as he began twirling his wand in an intricate pattern while mumbling.

After a moment Tom and Gauliter felt their whole body erupt in a type of pain they had never even comprehended could exist.

It felt as though their insides were on fire, yet there were no flames. It felt as though they were being stabbed, yet there were no blades entering or exiting his body. And it felt like their skin was being stripped away from him in chunks, but it remained on him.

They held on as long as they could, soon giving in and screaming as the pain became worse the longer the curse was coursing through them.

"This," Hadrian said, indicating to the Dark Lord himself, "is justice, you reap what you sow Tom, Gaulitier and you deserve every single moment of this and more!" he spat angrily. "But I am nothing like you," he finished flicking his wand towards the throat of Half Voldemort and Half Gaulitier and severing the head away from the body.

He placed his second wand back in its holster, he didn't want the world knowing what he was capable of after all. He burnt the remains of Tom's body, minus the head, which he picked up with a grimace and walked towards the black flame wall to begin undoing the spell.

Thomas and his friends had finished dealing with the Horcruxes with the help of Gryffindor's sword as Hadrian fought the combined Dark Lords. He, along with others, waited for Hadrian to come out of the dark flames and reunite with everyone. Potter's army had shown why they were the most feared army in the world as 200 men from Potter's army/Black Dragon had nearly killed each and everyone of Voldemort's and Grindelwald's old followers who had attacked Hogwarts and that too with only 74 losses of their own.

The crowd gathered near the flames to watch the odd black and green fire, mostly in an anticipatory silence that was only broken by the clicking of cameras and the occasional speculative whisper predicting the outcome of the fight taking place. Many were torn between disappointment and relief that they were not able to witness the event, knowing it would be nothing short of brutal and ferocious. Though, they knew it would be an incredible display of magic.

Potter, Black, Greengrass, Bones, Longbottom and Malfoys were joined by Weasley's and Tonk's

Percy had sadly perished from his wounds despite the effort his family had made to save him. Though, the redhead had died with a smile on his face, as he had been surrounded by his father and most of his brothers. His final words had been spent declaring his intentions to watch over his mother and sister until they would be united together again.

Tonks was rather subdued compared to her usual spunkiness as Kingsley hadn't made it. His death had prevented many more lives being lost as he had single handedly fought and defeated Jugson, Selwyn and Macnair after they had tried to ambush her group. They were fighting off the many death eaters surrounding them, oblivious to the three wizards making their way to the group. He had been gravely injured but managed to finish off the trio of men despite this. She certainly would never forget the dark skinned man that had taken her under his wing on her first day in the academy.

Albus Dumbledore made his way through the crowd, his expression nothing short of heartbroken as he watched many of his old lover's followers attacking his home, Hogwarts. He wanted nothing more than to be alone, but he had to see this through to the end, and ensure that Tom was killed. If Hadrian didn't succeed in his efforts, then he prayed that Tom had been weakened enough for himself or someone else to finish him.

'Probably Thomas or Rigel,' he mused, spying a boy who already had his wand in hand.

He joined his friends but said nothing; he simply watched and waited along with them. He had already deduced that Tom and Hadrian were within the flames and that there was nothing else he could do.

James gasped as the flames began to flicker and fade. They suddenly collapsed leaving only a thick cloud of smoke in their wake and he swallowed deeply as he raised his wand, followed by Moody, Dumbledore, Remus and others.

What they saw emerge left them all feeling relieved and nauseous.

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