An: This one did didn't get that many changes content wise, though I did clean up the grammar and formatting.
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(Hogwarts Grounds – The Great Hall)
Voldemort grinned as he surveyed the grounds outside Hogwarts. Everywhere he looked, students were being driven back by his loyal servants. Victory was soon to be his—and indeed, it was. Within moments, he and his faithful Death Eaters had pushed the defenders into the Great Hall for their futile last stand. Voldemort almost pitied them. Almost.
With a casual flick of his wand, the doors exploded. They stormed into the Great Hall, where the remnants of the defenders cowered. Potter's friends—the Weasley boy and the Granger girl—were still alive. Good, he thought. At least he could kill them, since the Boy-Who-Lived had fled like a coward.
"Do be a dear and fetch them for me, Proditor,"Voldemort purred, gesturing to the trio.
Proditor—an oddly named, hulking Death Eater Voldemort suspected of half-giant heritage—stood motionless. His loyalty had never been in question… until now.
"Why do you hesitate?"Voldemort hissed, his patience fraying.
A chuckle slithered through the hall. Soft at first, then swelling into full-blown laughter. Proditor ripped back his hood, revealing a face that shimmered like a mirage before settling into a sly, unfamiliar grin.
"FOOL!"he bellowed, his voice echoing with unnatural harmonics."YOU THOUGHT I WAS YOUR LOYAL FOLLOWER? IT WAS I, ALPHARIUS, ALL ALONG!"
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"Who?"
Voldemort's complete and utter lack of recognition did nothing to dampen the man's theatrics.
"YOU PLAYED RIGHT INTO MY HANDS, FOOLISH MORTAL!"
Too baffled to argue with this lunatic (and too wise to test his luck against a half-giant in strange looking armor), Voldemort defaulted to humoring him.
"How so?"
Alpharius folded his arms, his smile smug enough to make a Slytherin blush."WHILE YOU FOCUSED ON THIS PATHETIC 'LAST STAND,' I STOLE ALL YOUR HORCRUXES."
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
"AND SWAPPED THEIR LOCATIONS!"Alpharius crowed, relishing the Dark Lord's sputtering rage."YOUR DIARY? BURIED IN THE MALFOY MANOR GARDEN. THE CUP? TOSSED INTO THE GREAT LAKE. NAGINI? CURRENTLY TEACHING IN A HAMSTER OBEDIENCE CLASS."
"HOW DARE—Wait. So they're all still fine, just in other locations... locations which you just revealed to me?"
Alpharius's smirk widened, smugness incarnate.
"INDEED, FOOLISH MORTAL."
Voldemort blinked. Once. Twice. Nearly a full minute passed before his brain rebooted.
"…But …why?"
Alpharius stared at him like he'd just asked why fire was hot."YOUR MORTAL MIND COULD NEVER FATHOM THE ALPHA LEGION'S GENIUS."
Voldemort's rage reignited. He drew his wand, ready to remind everyone why fear kept them obedient—
"LOOK! A NEW NOSE!"Alpharius gasped, pointing dramatically behind him.
Silence.
By the time Voldemort turned back, Alpharius was sprinting across the grounds, shouting:"FOOL! IT WAS I, OMEGON, ALL ALONG!"
Minutes later, Ron Weasley broke the silence.
"… Anyone else think he looked a bit like Harry?"
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Fun fact of the day, Proditor is literally just traitor in Latin.