Harry laughed then, and he heard a sort of insane undertone to it that made even Snape flinch.
“Well, whatever shall I do?” Voldemort said sarcastically, “you have defeated my minions potter, I guess I’ll just come quietly!” he laughed then but harry could hear the tread of fear he had woven. Voldemort’s wand was useless on harry and now all of his conscious squad mates had leveled their wands-that they had taken off of death eaters-at him.
Harry spoke after glancing at each of his comrades “I don’t want you to come, Voldemort, quietly or otherwise. Because, if you come along, there will always be people who will follow you, and one day you will escape. I cant let that happen. You are a murderer. You have been directly responsible for countless deaths, and plotted countless others. Today I am your judge, jury, and prosecutor. Today, you die.” He heard Anabella gasp, but didn’t care.
Voldemort laughed then, truly triumphantly. “No, dear BOY, you don’t understand, I’m invincible! I can not be killed!” he stopped laughing abruptly and stunned Tonks as she was the only one without a wand. The rest of the team tried to stun him but their spells hit him and nothing happened. They all gasped as he advanced on Harry, laughing again. “You see? Your little friends are powerless against me, and YOU cant use your wand!” He pointed his wand at Harry, mere inches from his chest.
Harry gritted his teeth and stood his ground, wand at the ready, shield charm on his lips. It was then that he noticed that Wormtail was moving, almost awake. He shook his head, smiling slightly.
Voldemort snorted, knowing that he was practically powerless, and backhanded Harry, knocking Harry’s glasses off. Harry didn’t move though, Voldemort was one of the most powerful wizards in history but when it came to fisticuffs, he was no match for an eighteen year old in prime shape.
Harry spat the bit of blood that had come from his lip being mashed against his teeth and narrowed his eyes. “So, RIDDLE, this is what it comes to, eh? Muggle dueling?” He shrugged, slipping his wand into his pocket, “so be it!” He knocked Voldemort’s wand from his hand and punched him in the jaw. Voldemort’s eyes went wide with shock as harry pelted him with vicious jabs, taking all of his anger which had been stored up since that night in the cemetery, three years ago. He closed his eyes, but continued the pummeling, and pictured all the people in his life that Voldemort had murdered or caused their death. He saw his parents, Cedric, Sirius, and Lupin. He came back to his parents and Sirius again and again and then suddenly he was Picturing Ginny’s crying face. And found even more fervor. Harry didn’t even realized that he knocked Voldemort to the floor until Wormtail dove at him, knocking him over.
Harry growled and lashed out with his foot but missed by a fraction of an inch. He jumped to his feet, pulling his wand out one fluid motion, pointing it at Wormtail. “Why? Why do you still protect him? He will kill you one day!” he spat, then sniffled, not even realizing that he had been weeping.He lowered his wand, letting the tears of rage, frustration, and sadness come. He just wanted to sit on the floor in the corner and mourn for his family as he never truly had the opportunity to do.
Everyone in the room was fixated on Harry, gazing in terror, now that the fight seemed to go out of him. Voldemort had picked up his wand and aimed it at Harry. Harry closed his eyes, waiting for oblivion. He waited, waited, waited. After what seemed like an hour, he opened one of his eyes and the picture that he saw shocked him.
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