"I can't take this anymore, Master!" Harry cried, standing in an old abandoned graveyard that Voldemort had called him to. "I can't keep murdering."
"Oh such a pity," Voldemort said, a small smile on his face. "I guess that means death for you, then. We can't let you go running about, blabbering away about us, can we?"
"That's where you're wrong," whispered Harry, a grin to rival his deceased godfather's creeping to his face. "Only one will die tonight, and it'll be you."
"Oh, really?" Voldemort laughed, whipping out his wand to duel. "You and what army will be facing me?"
"No army.' Harry replied, pulling out his own wand. "Just you and I in a wizarding duel."
"This shall be over quickly." Voldemort grinned, quite maniacly. "Avada Kadavra!"
"Expelliarmus!" Harry cried. After a few moments of letting the spells conjoin, he side-stepped and let the spells fly past him and crsh into one of the more taller graves behind him.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Voldemort yelled. Two seconds later, Harry was flat on the ground again, but now with his arms and legs snapped against his body.
"Well, well, well," sneered Voldemort, as he was walking over with his wand pointed down at Harry. "Who shall be dying then? It doesn't seem to be me."
"Avada Kadavra," Harry frantically thought. " Avada Kadavra. Oh, please work. Avada Kadavra,"
After only a few seconds, Harry's frantic trying finally worked. A blinding, green jet of light spurt out of his wand, and raced toward Voldemort. In a matter of a few more seconds, Voldemort was dead and Harry was free of his curse.