Harry Potter laughed maliciously into the darkness of the forest. Voice echoing in the still silence. He had at last, fufilled his lifelong ambition. He had defeated Lord Voldemort. In the distance, Harry watched ahead with pure malevolence at the cloaked figure trembling, uncontrollably towards the earthy floor of the forest. The grotesque white face starred bewilderingly into the dark, the inanimate bodies of all his loyal Death Eaters lying hopelessly on the moist ground. With gradual steps, Harry walked over to where Voldemort now lay. He crouched down just far enough for Voldemort to see him, face to face.
“The supposed most powerful wizard of the world, is now lying at my very feet. Now how does that happen?! Well obviously if you knew, you wouldn’t be lying there looking so foolish would you?!” Harry laughed.
“You see, I have come to possess a certain book. One that allows me to kill anyone I like just by knowing their name and face. And so, here is the part where I must applaud you, for having your escaped convict followers land themselves with each of their faces in the Daily Prophet. You’ve really done too much!... Why I can’t even begin to thank you for showing your face here tonight!” Harry smirked at Voldemorts expression of confusement and began to clap his hands animatedly before continuing to speak.
“You see, the book I have is called a Death Note. I not only possess this Death Note, but I also posses the eyes of a Death God. Would you like me to elaborate on that more?!" He ridiculed.
"Well, the reason I applauded you is because I have the power to see the name and life span of anyone that walks this very earth. Sooooo, thaaaat means, not only am I able to gain knowledge of any persons real name without asking, but I can kill them as well, and by any means I feel like!”. Harry stood up from the ground and began walking vigourously around Voldemort.
“Since you can’t talk back to me, because I’ve cursed you until the point where your untimely death occurs, I should inform you that you should be dead in approximately... 20 seconds. Lucky you, you’ll be able to join all of your pathetic followers again!” Harry smirked.
“I just want you to know that this is unfortunately very personal. I guess I’m not comfortable with there being two renowned powerful beings in this world. I guess I felt there was not enough room. Well, time is running out and I should ensure you, that very shortly, you will, die, a most deserved, excruciating, fucking death”.
Harry began laughing aloud as he walked away from Voldemort, stopping momentarily to pick up something from the ground. As Harry examined the slender wand that had once belonged to Dumbledore and Voldemort, he took out the ripped piece of parchment in his pocket and cast a spell with the new wand, to levitate it back down towards the place where Voldemort lay. Like a feather, the parchment floated towards Voldemort, landing delicately in his outstretched hand.
Gripping it lightly and bringing it relunctantly towards his face, Voldemorts eyes widened with fear as he read each name of his deceased followers, written boldly on the parchment. Beside each name was a description of how they would die, and the time in which it would happen. As he gritted his teeth together, anger rising in his veins, he crumpled the parchment into his fist, using the last remaining power he had left in his body.
Suddenly, Voldemort began to shake and choke on the nothingness that seemed to engulf his lungs. His eyes filled with terror as the Death God Rem towered before him, smiling with his clown-like mouth, black eyes staring vehemently down at him. As Voldemort struggled to breath he clasped his skeletal white fingers around his own throat, trembling, and screaming into the dead night. With a final, loud shrieking of pain, blood began bursting from his eardrums, pouring out through his tightened lips and falling slowly out of the very corners of his eyes. Harry laughed to himself in the distance. The sound of the trees in the Forbidden Forest, echoed in the silence, the roots of the trees scraped the forest floor, dragging the fresh corpses beneath the earthy soil.
It had almost been 3 months since the defeat of Lord Voldemort. The wizarding world had fallen into the power of Harry Potter. Day by day, more bodies of wizards and witches surfaced the annihilated streets. Some of them deserved it. Most did not. There was a heavy silence that stunned the world. People lived in fear of being killed by the omnipotent, Harry Potter. Those who followed him did so unwillingly, but at least it ensured their own families were safe. As the Ministry of Magic finally fell, Harry took over control, and enforced new laws for the wizarding world to follow. Any one who did not obey them was killed along with their families.
Harry Potter smiled with satisfaction as he walked down the run-down streets of Hogsmeade. With wand and Death Note in Hand, he trudged the heavy snow beneath his invisiblity cloak, the Death God - Rem, hovering beside him. As he walked into the Hogshead pub around the corner, he smirked slightly at the unsuspecting witches and wizards, their names and lifespans floating above each of their heads. Harry took out the Elder wand from his pocket and transfigured the tip into a black dipped brush. As the last pages of the book closed silently in his hand, the Hogshead was silent.
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