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“So, you’ve finally decided to face your fate, Harry Potter,” Voldemort said, as he spotted a figure that was slowly coming closer. He grinned maliciously.
Potter was wearing a long black cloak with a hood that covered his face. Had he always been that tall? Maybe he’d had a growth spurt since the last time they’d met. A lot could happen within two years.
Potter stepped slowly but surely closer, only to come to a halt a few meters in front of Voldemort. The hood was still over his head throwing a shadow on his face, making Voldemort unable to make out any facial features.
“Are you suddenly too scared to look at me, Potter?”
He made a motion with his hand and the figure’s hood fell back.
Voldemort’s grin fell as he was met with a face he didn’t recognise.
“You’re not Potter!” he exclaimed.
“No, I’m Styles. Harry Styles, the Harry-est of the Harry’s,” the man said excitedly,
He had lighter hair than Potter and his facial features were nothing like those of the almost-not-a-teen-anymore, neither was his body.
How did he manage to confuse this man with his nemesis?
Styles was just standing there, grinning at him.
Voldemort should just kill him and continue to wait for Harry Potter. Kill the spare was a good motto to have, after all.
He lifted his wand. “Avada Ke-“
He didn’t get any further, because in that very second his wand was snatched from him.
“Thank you, Harry!” Styles shouted.
Another Harry? Was this finally Potter?
He looked around himself, but there wasn’t anyone there, apart from Styles. Well, what even?
“You think this can stop me? I might not be able to use the unforgivables anymore now, but there’s other methods to take someone’s life.”
And with that he cast a wandless stupefy at Styles, who couldn’t move away fast enough and fell motionless to the floor.
“There, there, you’re not as slippery as Dumbledore’s golden boy. He will see what comes to his namesakes when he chooses to be a coward.” He slowly but surely walked towards his victim.
“To the rescue!” someone shouted. Voldemort flung around to the general direction the voice might have come from and barely had time to progress what he saw and once he did, the stranger that flung towards him via grappling hook crashed into him and made them both fall onto the ground.
The stranger caught himself first and made sure to keep Voldemort down on the ground with their entire weight, even going as far as pinning Voldemort’s arms to the ground.
Voldemort struggled, really tried to escape, but he just couldn’t.
„What are you?“ he asked.
“Me? I’m a Harry.”
Voldemort noted that his looks notably differed from both Potter and Styles, despite also having dark-ish hair.
“And we Harry-stick-together”, Styles quipped.
“That we do, that we do,” a third voice agreed. It didn’t sound like Potter’s either.
“Can you maybe immobilise, tie him up and silence him, Pentius?” the guy that had made it his only job to pin him down, like his life depended on it, requested. Which was fair, Voldemort was an insanely powerful wizard, after all.
But who was that Pentius-guy?
“Sure, Hook”
And before Voldemort could even attempt to escape again - not like that would have gotten him anywhere anyway - he found himself immobilised and bound up, with only his eyes and mouth being capable of any movement.
He tried speaking, wanting to insult that had captured him and wish death upon them, but it only came out as parseltongue and none of the Harry’s reacted, as far as he could tell, so they probably weren’t capable of that language.
He would have certainly reacted, had someone thrown these insults at him.
Wait a second, was Styles freed from the ropes? Probably the doing of that Pentius-guy.
Unless..
Knowing would be vital.
He focused on the flow of magic around them.
Nope, Styles was actually a muggle.
And Pentius definitely was a wizard. His magic was a dark purple, almost black, indicating that he was a dark wizard. Interesting.
Hook on the other hand, was something else entirely. There was an interesting colour to whatever magic he possessed.
He looked closer and probably would have been blinded, if he had been any less powerful than he was.
It wasn’t something he had ever spotted before in anyone though.
Whatever powers that guy possessed were the shimmering colours of the rainbow.
They were swirling and swirling.
It was hypnotising.
Voldemort did not notice he had been zoning out, until someone poked him with a stick.
He glanced over, to the best of his ability. it was Styles who had apparently picked up a stick from the forest floor.
What a dangerous endeavour for just a normal muggle. Maybe he’d had help from the others.
“So, neither of you is Harry Potter..,” Voldemort guessed.
“Oh you’re wrong about that,” Hook said.
What did he mean by that? Of course polyjuice was a possibility but it didn’t actually change a persons magical core. He was pretty sure Potter was neither actually a Muggle, nor a dark wizard, nor whatever the snake Hook was.
“Where is he then?”
“Hidden,” Styles said.
It was very likely that Potter was somewhere in or around the forbidden forest.
Not like he could do much about that issue from the position he was currently in.
What even were his options?
Currently Voldemort couldn’t move at all and therefore couldn’t reach out to his death eaters via the dark mark that covered all of their inner left forearms.
But he was still able to speak parseltongue, so he could use it to call upon the snakes living in the forest.
::Come to me, my slithery friends. Come to me and end my attackers,:: he tried.
And waited.
Unfortunately for him nothing seemed to happen, as far as he could tell.
::They won’t listen to you. I’ve already evacuated them,:: an unknown voice hissed.
Another Parselmouth? Impossible! Voldemort was extremely sure that there weren’t any other descendants of Slytherin around anymore, since he had made sure that there weren’t.
There was only space for one heir of Slytherin and that had to be him, snake damn it.
What else was there..?
He couldn’t summon any snakes to him anymore, due to that Pentius-guy. None, but maybe one. Nagini was still his horcrux, so if he just tapped into his bond with them all, he would be able to communicate with her through that.
He closed his eyes for enhanced concentration and focused his mindscape on his soul.
It wasn’t whole anymore, like the first time he looked at it.
Instead it looked like someone had dropped it down all the moving stairs of Hogwarts, shattered as anything would be after that.
But anyway, nothing he could do about that now. (His soul is too fragile for him to be rational and give a shit)
Finding Nagini it was
He used the technique of looking at your soul a bit sideways and there it was.
One soul piece that was connected to a mostly dark void via a soul strand.
He was certain that the soul piece would lead him to Nagini.
He followed it.
Her location seemed to be pretty close to him.
*Nagini, come and help your master,* he transmitted.
But instead of the anticipated *Yes, master*, there was only a short silence and then: *Nagini is already dead an d now get out of my head.*
That couldn’t be. *Liar*, he hissed angrily via the connection. *Who are you and what did you do with my precious Nagini!?*
All that followed was silence.
*Don’t you dare ignore me! I can easily track down your position and kill you!*
The silence continued on. After all, as bound up as he was, Voldemort was uttering nothing but empty threats and maybe the one who the voice belonged to knew that.
Yet he stayed in his soul space, as he was unable to feel the helplessness there, unlike in the real world.
It was comfortable. He could stay in there forever.
In the meantime the Harrys were discussing what to do with Voldemort, now that they had him all immovable and helpless.
“Next stage of the plan would obviously be to put him in that state permanently,” said Harry Pentius, “but the spells won’t last forever, unfortunately.”
“And someone else could just free him again,” Harry Potter commented from under his invisibility cloak.
Now that Voldemort was currently unable to attack him due to being spaced out and only able to interact with him at all, by talking through the connection between them, he saw no harm in revealing his current position.
The other Harrys knew that he was around somewhere close by anyway.
“Actually, I have a plan for that,” Harry Styles announced. “I contacted the cousin of my friend’s cousin’s best friend a while ago, because they happen two know two Harrys who will be a great help to us with exactly this issue.”
“Where are they then?”
“Oh, they couldn’t come, but they gave me this,” he pulled out a long stick-thingy with a pink star on one end, ”and even told me how to use it. Aren’t they amazing?”
“Well then off you go, use it!” Hook exclaimed.
Styles stepped in front of the immobilised Voldemort and waved the stick-thingy in front of him, in the shape of a unicorn.
Then he said: “Magica Transfere”
There was a visible stream of something that was black and reeking of rottenness coming out of Voldemort. It was slowly turning pink, before it went into Styles, who in response had to grip the stick-thingy a bit tighter. Voldemort’s body began to dissolve.
In the meantime Voldemort, who was still in his mindscape, realised that the world around him began to decay and even dissolve slowly.
He didn’t worry though, it was all going to be fine, just like it had been the last time when he dissolved just like that.
Really, he believed in it, so it was going to happen.
But Style’s stick-thingy actually got every last bit of his rotten form, slowly turning it into pink magic, for Style to possess.
And so Voldemort dissolved peacefully, believing he would survive it all.