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The Temperamental Elemental by Jedi Phoenix
Book 1
Chapter 1 – The End
The war had been brutal and lasted longer than anyone had expected. No big epic battles to quickly tie up loose ends. Just a slow descent to oblivion with too much death and despair.
After Dumbledore had died, learning what he needed from Harry was almost too much. That does not even begin to mention how the only things he ever taught Harry were history lessons. Lessons as boring as any Goblin Rebellion lecture that Professor Binns droned on about. When Harry found out that Albus never taught him anything useful because he always meant for Harry to die was a kick to the gut.
“For the Greater Good”, Gellert Grindlewald’s slogan. If Dumbles wasn’t gone, Harry felt he would like to shove Gryffindor’s sword straight up… well you get the point. Let’s just say that now, with his eyes open, old sparkle eyes better watch out for Harry in the afterlife. Harry and his friends had somehow managed to get all of Voldemort’s horcruxes, even if the snake had killed Ron.
Hopefully, with all the horcruxes gone and this idiot monologuing, Harry could get him to fall dead on his own. Right, like he’d had ever been that lucky!
Like now, magical ropes were binding him to a chair and both eyes nearly swollen shut. He had at least four broken teeth if his tongue running over them was correct and that doesn’t count the burns, cuts and multiple broken bones.
After more crucios than Harry could count, old no nose was livid because Harry stubbornly refused to scream. Harry thought it excited him, pervert. So, he got his death munchers to soften Harry up. Tosser! Can’t even beat a teenager by himself Harry thought. Harry had him beat in their duel through priori incantanum again but when the spell dropped, Harry took a bludgeoning hex to the back of the head.
“So, Harry, any final words.” Voldemort hissed out.
“I’d whisper them to you, so you’d have to lean in and then bite your nose but…” Harry rasped out.
“Defiant to the end, though I suppose I have to admire the fight in you Harry, after all that I’ve made you endure.” Voldemort said softly
“Made me endure? Beyond killing my parents you’ve done nothing. You’re a weak, pathetic bully too scared to do anything if you aren’t up 3:1 in numbers. Before you get on with it, I’ve got an itch just inside my thigh.” Harry said lightly
"Crucio"
“NO NO NO!” The crucio let up…
“That’s it, Harry, beg for your life” Voldemort hissed
“Just a little further in and to the left Tom…” Harry said with a quirk of his lips.
"CRUCIO!"
“YES. YES. YES.” Harry started laughing maniacally.
A bit unnerved Voldemort asked, “What’s so funny boy, do you truly laugh in the face of death” Voldemort growled out frustration evident
“The world will know the last thing you did before trying to kill me was scratch my bollox you useless bastard.” Harry said with a twinkle in his eye.
Harry wandlessly conjured a grenade, pulled the pin, counted to three before rolling it forward under the chair giving the inner circle and old Voldeye no chance to react. They were all instantly vaporized.