"What?!" Lily almost shouted when Dudley declared that Harry had to die. "W-What do you mean?"
Dudley, masked, arms behind him in a relaxed state, looked towards Voldemort. "That night in Godric's Hollow, Voldemort did not merely strike down James Potter. He twisted that death into something darker, binding a fragment of his own soul into Harry Potter, making him a living Horcrux. Tell me, Harry Potter, have you suffered visions? Do you see memories that are not your own?"
"I do. They've increased in the past few weeks."
"That is why Harry Potter must die," Dudley repeated. Before Lily could set herself between them, he went on with the cold calm of a veteran. "Do not misunderstand me, consigning an innocent boy to pay for the Dark Lord's deeds is intolerable. My men are equipped with draughts and devices sufficient to return him to life after the briefest of deaths, no more than three seconds. It is the sole means to eliminate Voldemort completely."
Lily turned to focus on Dumbledore then, fury blazing in her eyes. "Did you know this, Professor? Since when? Why did you keep it from us?"
"Should've told us in time," Sirius Black added.
Dumbledore looked down, his eyes overcome with guilt. "I… I only recently realized that. I was hoping to find a way to save Harry without any drastic measures."
"You know there's no other way," Dudley cut in. "If the fragment in Harry isn't destroyed before we finish Voldemort and the rest of the Horcruxes, it could seize him. The soul lodged in him would fight for mastery, twisting him into Voldemort once more. Think of it as a parasite—feeding, waiting. Given long enough, it will consume him entirely."
Lily rushed to her son and hugged him in fear.
Finally, Dudley looked towards Voldemort. The Dark Lord was standing frozen, still in shock at how all his Death Eaters died in an instant. They killed themselves. And two hundred wands were aimed at him.
"Commander Black, see to it that Voldemort is disarmed and bound in chains at once. We cannot allow him to interfere with the task before us."
"Avad—"
"Expelliarmus!"
Just as Voldemort tried to swing his wand, three dozen Expelliarmus struck the Dark Lord, not just taking away the wand but shattering it with a minor explosion. The Dark Lord was thrown back, but before he could stand, two Vanguard soldiers opened a large metal box and let out magical chains from it. The chains wrapped around the Dark Lord like a snake and restricted him.
Following that, Dudley waved his wand and transfigured himself a chair out of an empty box and sat down.
"Use controlled Fiendfyre to destroy the Horcruxes. Leave Harry for last."
"You won't win! I will return, no matter what you do! I will not stop!" Voldemort kept shouting while chained down. "You cannot stop me!"
"It is already done," Dudley replied from his seat. "You mistake yourself for a figure of dread, when in truth you are a desperate charlatan, an inept fanatic grasping for dominion over children's school. You expect me to take you seriously? I can't, I've seen far more threatening Dark Wizards than you. But I expect such a perspective is beyond you. Splintering one's soul leaves scars—madness, weakness, the slow decay of mind. You belong in an asylum, but I fear you have long passed even that remedy."
Ssssssh~
The Vanguard commanders used controlled Fiendfyre and started to burn the Horcuxes one after another. They started with the Hufflepuff cup, then the Diadem, Gaunt's ring, and then the Slytherin locket.
Each time a dark smoke rose from the fire, screaming, before vanishing.
"Stop this! I'm giving you the last chance! Join me! They fear me; I can rule them! We can be allies! We can take the world!"
"Not interested," Dudley said flatly, rising once more and fixing his gaze upon Harry and Lily. "Shall we get on with it? My time here is short, and there are graver concerns demanding my attention. I assure you, Harry won't die permanently. It's akin to a medically induced coma that Muggles perform."
While Lily was unwilling to let go of her son, it was Harry who pried himself loose. "I can do this, Mum. I always knew there was something wrong with me. We have to end Voldemort."
There's the Gryffindor spirit.
Every now and then, camera flashes sparked from Dudley's side. Everything was being documented and photographed. Defeating the Dark Lord was all but one small step, after all.
Right away, a stretcher was prepared by the men under Commander Coat, the head of R&D. Wearing a white coat, the six men hastened to do their magic, which looked nothing like what Dumbledore or the rest knew. The R&D Dudley had was open-minded; they accepted that Muggles were far more advanced in tech and science.
So, the R&D chose to study the Muggle tech and advancements and try to implement them with magic. It was a slow process, but great strides were being made. They had already left the likes of Saint Mungo behind when it came to medicine and general biology.
Strange, magical devices were connected with Harry that resembled the Muggle devices, but were different. Since magic and electrical appliances didn't work well together, the R&D had to find ways to replicate electricity by generating it with magic itself. Eventually, the R&D speedrun the human tech-tree, using magic and ancient runes to make circuit boards, and whatever else they could find or create.
The term magi-tech was coined by them as they made the first breakthrough.
"This will prick."
"Ah!" Harry cried when a big needle was pushed into his arm. The needle was connected with a thin tube, which was then connected with a large, rumbling box with tiny screens indicating his heartbeat and more.
Dudley explained the machine. "We call it Lifeline. It has the magical ability to analyse the human body and inject potions to stabilize the body according to our needs. If the heart falters, the mind is kept intact. You shall die, though only in the strict, technical sense.
Finally, Commander Coat came over and slid Guant's ring onto Harry's finger.
"This ring wasn't just a Horcrux, but it also carries one of the Deathly Hallows, the Resurrection Stone. I'm sure Voldemort didn't know that," Dudley explained. "While we don't know if it can really resurrect someone, it certainly has magical properties that may help you."
"H-How will you kill me?"
"Still yourself. You'll scarcely notice a thing. It bears some likeness to Avada Kedavra, though far diminished, no death of the whole, merely the silencing of the heart. Now, close your eyes and let them see to their work."
Harry did as asked, removed his glasses, and closed his eyes for good. Lily stood nearby, held back by Sirius so she wouldn't jump in the middle of it. The rest of the wands were still focused on the seething Dark Lord, now with a big tape on his mouth.
The doctors prepared everything and looked at Dudley for the final permission.
"Go ahead," Dudley ordered.
Quickly, Commander Coat, the head of R&D, tapped his wand on Harry's chest. For a very short moment, the Boy Who Lived jolted and calmed down, going limp. Meanwhile, the other doctors nearby kept the body alive, and another used a tool to detect the presence of dark magic.
"It's out!" the one holding the detecting device shouted.
"Revive him!"
Reviving Harry wasn't much different from the way Muggles did it. Electric shocks were given to jumpstart him, and the various potions from the Lifeline device gave the boost needed.
"Gaaaaaah! W-What happened?!"
Harry gasped for a big breath and sat up with a rough jolt. He looked left and right, confused, and then noticed the machine connected to his arm. "D-Did we do it?"
"We did," Dudley replied and started walking away, as if strolling. He took out his wand from the black coat as he approached restrained Voldemort. "I have no grand speeches. Efficiency is the reason why Vanguards are hired. A good Dark Lord is a dead Dark Lord, forever remember that."
"Wait!" Harry shouted from the stretcher. "He kidnapped Aunt Petunia!"
"Hah!" A random Vanguard laughed, and then the others laughed.
Dudley shook his head, constantly glaring at Voldemort from behind his mask. "Mr. Dursley has invested more than any other in our charge. His safety, and that of Mrs. Petunia Dursley, is paramount. The one taken by Voldemort was not her, but one of our own in disguise. At this very moment, he carves his way through Goblins upstairs."
Hah! Love this view!
Dudley saw Voldemort's demonic-looking eyes widen. The inhuman creature realized that he was read like an open book by Dudley. To Voldemort, the Vanguards were an unknown bunch. Where did they come from? Who were they? Voldemort had no clue. This defeat came out of nowhere, and it came so overwhelmingly.
"You think you ha—"
"In fact, Mr. Dursley asked that you be ended with a specific tool. He remembers what was done to his father, " Dudley, as Mr. X said, and put away his wand, only to take out a Muggle handgun. "He wants you to die by a Muggle weapon."
"You pathetic, lowl—"
Bang!
Dudley pulled the trigger and watched the bullet blast into Voldemort's head. It was a 44 Magnum, a rather large size for a bullet. It was loud, and the recoil was noticeable. But the effect was immediate as a large hole appeared in Voldemort's face.
It was a decision he took on a whim. He was going to use the Killing Curse, but avoided it. He didn't want the likes of Dumbledore to start rallying voices against him. So, the Muggle gun was the best choice. A fitting end to Voldemort. Death by the tool of the people he hated the most.
Thud!
Voldemort fell backwards, and his body started to disintegrate.
Before the dead body could fully disintegrate, Dudley turned around, put away the gun, and made a hand signal to the Vanguards. Right away, the men holstered their wands like a practiced army and started packing the items they had spread out. The Commanders started giving orders.
Dudley grabbed the single box carrying the Hogwarts founders' relics. They were in bad shape, though. He handed it to Dumbledore as it made the most sense.
"Our duty here is concluded, Mr. Dumbledore. The contract stands honored. I will return to the Ministry to collect what remains of the payment."
Without waiting for Dumbledore to speak, Dudley turned to leave.
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