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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 117: Last Words
Harry rose into the air. "Let's end this properly. There will be nothing left of you, Tom. Just particles lost in this pocket dimension until it collapses. And then…nothing more of you will remain."
The landscape started to change. This world was created by Harry's will, and it was now reacting to his command to become undone.
The grassy plains, the white towers, and even the clouds in the sky had begun to break apart, transforming into tiny, luminous sparks of light that flowed toward Harry.
The sparks converged before him.
On the ground, Voldemort was watching this with a growing sense of desperation. His options were extremely limited, to put it mildly.
"V!" He called the magical hat for help, without realizing just how dependent he had become on this artifact that was once a mere fragment of himself.
"What is he doing?"
"This pocket dimension has been created by using a massive amount of magical particles. The ground, sky, those towers…none of those were physical objects. They we—"
"I know that already!" Voldemort shouted with frustration, interrupting the hat's explanation.
"He is now returning everything to its original form. A pure concentration of magic," V added.
"Fine! How do I survive that?" Voldemort asked.
"You don't," V simply responded.
"Fuck that!" The Dark Lord shouted. "I'm not dying! I have done so much to die now. I have sacrif—"
"You cannot use your magic in this place," V interrupted him. "And my reserves are near exhaustion. If you drain the last scraps, you could muster a weak Protego charm at most."
Above them, the spark of light had grown so much that it now looked like a miniature star.
"It won't be enough," V added.
"Shit!" Voldemort saw the ground around him disappearing. Everything was turning into light fragments and joining the large sphere of energy floating over his head. Harry was going to use all the magic in this world to end his existence. "Shit!" he shouted louder.
Suddenly, a voice was heard. The sound seemed to echo everywhere in this now-empty world.
"I have left you a piece of ground to stand on."
Voldemort looked down at his feet. It was true. The patch of grass he was standing on appeared to be the only one left. Everything else had already disappeared.
Only a black void could be seen beyond that.
A vast nothingness lay beneath, and death approached from above.
Despair filled the Dark Lord's heart. "I…"
"Do you have any last words, Tom? Not that you deserve this grace, but I will grant it to you," Harry said.
"Damn you, Potter!" Voldemort pointed at him with a bony finger. "I will curse you forever! I will haunt you to the end of your days!"
"So be it, Tom." Harry watched as the last sparks of light joined the mass. It was now ready.
"And to you, V. There is so much I would like to say...but you cannot hear me anymore. The promise you once asked me to make…back then. I will be fulfilling it now. I'm sorry it took this long, and…thank you for everything, my friend."
Harry made a simple gesture with his hand, and the mass of energy reacted.
It transformed into a beam of energy that flew directly to where Voldemort was standing.
The Dark Lord had nowhere to escape to. He could not run, he could not teleport away, or even raise any kind of magical protection.
He could only watch the light above him become more intense.
"No…no!" Voldemort screamed. Bloody tears formed in his eyes. "I don't want to die…"
At the last moment, the Dark Lord heard a chuckle coming from the hat on his head.
"You know…I'm fine with this. I have lived for over fifteen thousand years. That is more than enough for me. What about you, Tom?"
"Nooo!" Voldemort shouted.
"That is too bad," V responded.
The beam of light washed over them. It happened in an instant. The heat emanating from such a concentration of energy was so intense that it turned everything it touched into ashes.
It continued moving until it disappeared into the black void, leaving Harry alone in the darkness.
He remained in place, floating in the air, suspended in the vast nothingness.
Then he made a circular motion with his hand. "Gate."
A portal appeared before him. It was different from the usual one. Instead of a pure black gate, this one was pristine white and brimming with energy.
Harry ventured into the gate and disappeared from this temporary space.
The pocket dimension, once left alone, would eventually vanish completely since there would be no one to maintain it. Once it collapsed, the last remnants of Lord Voldemort would forever be lost, including his soul, which would have nowhere to go from here. Only his memory would remain.
There was no next adventure for Tom Riddle, just an eternity in the void.
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Returning to the real world felt very refreshing. The air, the smells, the noises — they were all very much welcomed.
The pocket dimension was already starting to feel too artificial and suffocating for him. But it had been necessary to avoid causing mass destruction in these fields.
"Perhaps I should try to make a more detailed one next time." His eyes glowed like sparks as they scanned the broken castle beneath his feet.
There was still a lot of chaos being caused inside by the surviving members of Voldemort's army:
Trolls, giants, dementors, and some Death Eaters.
Luckily, he could still feel the magical signatures of all the people he knew. None had died yet, but he had to hurry if he didn't want that to change. They were reaching their limit.
"Let's put an end to this." Harry disappeared from the spot.