June 24th, 1995
"If isn't it the esteem Dark Lord himself." Positioning himself, Harry stares at Voldemort. "How's life treating you? Good, I hope."
"Harry Potter!" With rage in his red eyes, the Dark Lord slowly raises his head.
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Gripping his wand, Harry stares at the Dark Lord. 'Everything, even if they seem boring, I have done until now is for this day. I must complete what Lady Fate wanted and then leave this planet. Not before I have done something that will assimilate the world to the Muggle world like Kamar Taj.'
His musing is then disturbed by Voldemort. "How dare you defy this Lord?" Bringing his gaze back to the rising Dark Lord, Harry started to feel the magic thrumming to life around Voldemort.
"What can I say? That is what I am destined to do, aren't I?" Taunting, he watch the dark lord reaction.
"Ah... do you really think you can take on me? If it is Dumbledore, then I may not stand a chance, but you? You are nothing but a speck of dust!" Screaming at the end, Voldemort summone his wand.
"If I am a dust, then what are you?" Asks, "In case you forgot. When I am nothing but an eleven youth, I turn you to dust with a mere touch of my hand."
Snarling, Voldemort suddenly raises his wand. "Crucio!"
Prepared, Harry avoided the curse and sent a Bombada of his. Voldemort, in a black smoke, dodges the spell and sends another spell.
Voldemort, with his emotion spill, rampaging the field as the dead of his snake, Nagini seem more impactful than Harry initially thought.
Sending his magic toward him with a wave of his wrist, a pale purple light make way toward Harry. Harry, with determination and goal, also sent his most powerful spell.
"Fumos!" Lightning crackles as the two spells met in the middle. Voldemort embodies his anger and resentment to the fall of his friend and ambitious to deal with the obstacles on his path weave his wand and send more spell on Harry's way.
Harry, with determination and seeking to avenge his parent and complete Fate prophesy and the desire to leave this world, pour down onto his magic as he battled with Voldemort.
The experience on Voldemort gives him an edge over Harry, but with the new birth of his physical body, his magic is low on the level of an adult. Harry, with his uncanny mind and battle instinct and adult magic core, face Voldemort and slowly assessed his situation.
Voldemort conjure weapons from the debris and send them to Harry. Harry, being trained to conjure and transfigure things, responds accordingly.
'This is getting harder. I promise myself to restrict myself, but I have no magic battle real experience against the like of Voldemort!'
While his concentration is commendable, Harry is struggling in the inside. "Enough!"
With a blast, Harry protects himself as he waits for what the Dark Lord will do now. "I will underestimate you no more!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!" Harry immediately casts the disarming spell, which he knows that only he can use it to block the avada kedavra due to the nature of their wand.
Green light sparks out from Voldemort ebony skeletal wand heading toward Harry. Harry tense also follows suit with his own red spark, meeting the green spark in the center of them.
Boom! Green met with red and clash, trying to overpower the other. With both magically strong with Harry, manage to stand toe to toe to Voldemort thanks to Voldemort being just resurrected.
If Harry is honest, he still falls short to the level of Bellatrix. But as fortune will have it, Voldemort just rose from the dead.
As they try their best to overpower the other suddenly a strange phenomenon occur which never been seen in a long time.
Harry knows his wand core is the same with Voldemort and even from his past life knowledge. When the phenomenon happens, he gathers all his strength in his core and prepares to deliver the killing blow.
The priori incantatem started to manifest as a golden circle surrounding the two of them.
Seeing the manifestation of the Priori Incantatem, Harry breaks it off to the side. This gives him the edge as he knows what will happen beforehand while Voldemort will be distracted by this.
But he still needs to capitalize that small opening to end this once and for all. Boom!
The after effect of breaking the Priori Incantatem shook the ground a bit and pushed back Voldemort. Harry also stumbled back, but he still sent a powerful bombada.
"Bombada!" Gesturing his hand down like hitting something, Harry watched as his spell flew toward Voldemort, who managed to cast a protective barrier.
With the shade of the after effect explosion, a small form on Harry face as the ground behind Voldemort suddenly split and turned into a stone spear skewering from the back.
Puchi!
Blood splatter upward as the stone makes it ways from Voldemort spine unto his gut and stomach.
"Gasp!" Gasping, Voldemort arch his back upward as he stares at the sky desperately for salvation.
"Harry.... Potter..... I will be back....!" Still not want to leave the world in silence, Voldemort says his final world. His body cracks, and he slowly dissipated like dust with the wind scattered into the unknown.
Huff....pufff....Huff....
For the first time in his conscious state, Harry feels his magic strain and drain. "Ah..ah...ah...ahahahahAHAHAHAHAH!"
Suddenly, Harry Potter stares at the sky and laughs with tears pouring from his eyes. Even if he did not show it outward, he really felt like a huge burden lifted off from his shoulder.
Tears of joy and relief can be seen on his smiling expression. 'Finally! I am free! I can now do what I always wanted! Traveling the world and the multiverse!'
Sobbing, he cries as he just lays there staring at the stars. The burden lifted from him as he enjoyed his time staring at the floating stars in space.
'Let me enjoy this small respite before I return.'
Like that, Harry lay on the ground for a few more minutes. Standing up, he cleans the residual of their battle and bury the bodies. It is, after all, a cemetery.
After doing all that, he walks to the Cup and disappears from the cemetery, and appears in the middle of the crowd.
"Woooooohhh!" He hit with the sound of excitement and shouting and cheering from the students. Unable to contain his happiness to be free, he shouted and raised his hand.
"Woooh!"
"Wooooooo&!"
With more vigor, the audience raises their voice with him as he hold the cup over his head. The cheering and the clapping hit like a wave.
"And here we have a winner of this Triwizard Cup Tournament of the 1995! Harry Potter! From Hogwart!" Ludo Bagman announces once more as the crowd kicks in again.
Walking through the crowd, Harry immediately sent a sneaky polyfluis reverso and hit 'Moody' and then stun him.
Thud!
His rough figure fell, attracting Dumbledore attention. Paused, Dumbledore watched as his old friend started to spasm and then revert to Barty Crouch Jnr, the deceased child of Barty Crouch Snr.
This caused quite the commotion. Smiling, Harry decided to rest and slowly slip out without anyone noticing him.
'That is a tiring day. Even for me.' Returning to his secret room and not he common room, Harry hit his bed and went to sleep. 'Wait! I need to write a small report with a small memory of my fight with Voldemort first.'
Standing up, he took out his dictator quill and started to explain everything. He then took out a vial and put the portion of his memory inside the glass bottle.
He then copied the written statement and sent it to the headmaster. Waiting for Hedwig from his short journey to the headmaster room. He then ha ded her the vial and the copy to be delivered to Axetooth for safe keeping.
After that, he finally slept. He can bathe tomorrow now he is truly tired.