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“Avada Kedavra!”
The cursed spell flew quickly towards the Boy-Who-Lived; hitting him and promptly sending him into another realm.
He was dead, and Voldemort celebrated for the defeat of his nemesis. The Death Eaters celebrated loudly casting another round of Cruciatus to the army. The supposed savior of the Wizarding World, dead at his hands and never to stop him from claiming the power that he can have.
Sobs rang loudly as their precious savior died anticlimactically. Dead at the same curse that said that he survived that night. Dead finally like the worm he was supposed to be that night. Prophecy be damned, he was nothing special at all. Foolish of him to think he was a threat.
All he see is a pathetic boy who has a disgusting amount of empathy that lead to his demise. The fitting ending for such sickening boy.
However, it did lead to a much fortunate conclusion.
He had conquered the prophecy, he had conquered Death itself! What can stop him? For he is a G—
“Mmm, this is a rather interesting vessel I must say.” A voice rang out and crowds silenced immediately at the source of the noise.
Voldemort stopped and watched who dared to interrupt his musing and cast the curse again to stop their useless life. He looked… and left speechless at what he saw.
Harry Potter, standing and alive shrugging the curse again like the Halloween he ought to have died again.
How? How did this insignificant wixen dare to withstand his curse? What was Potter’s power? How can he wield it? How can he get it for himself, so he can finally escape death?”
He failed to look at ‘Potter’ once again. However, the crowd did not miss who this was.
He— doesn’t look like Harry Potter. A mere shadow imitating what the boy should’ve look like.
The boy, if he can be called that term, radiated so much power that their instinct screams at them to bow before such a mighty presence. The timid boy that most saw him held himself incredibly confident, the way he presents that nothing ever faze him like a force that never fade and never appear, only that he was and he is. Neither the founder, nor even the ancient wizards felt like it.
Whoever this ‘Potter’ was… It was dangerous, and it can even decide to wipe them off if it wishes so. And they would be powerless to stop it.
Voldemort was never really the threat here.
“War, a pointless war. Prideful inbred mongrels. This is what Lucifer imagines the Humans would be in his delusional head.” ‘Potter’ announced. Voice so soft, yet conviction held in the tone that commands he shall be heard and facts he’ll only utter.
“You magical people have a population of just under 30,000 and have decided to alienate the majority of them. Never I have seen such magnitude of stupidity and I have seen council bring the ends of their carefully built empires crumble for holding their baseless belief.” ‘Potter’ still mocked them. Voldemort sneered.
“Who are you to mock us, Potter? Just because you survived another curse that you hold yourself so arrogant once again.” Voldemort announced and pointed the elder wand again and casted the Killing Curse ince again.
It dissolved, like a spark. They were left surprised and of course validly feared.
Who was this?
“Potter? He is resting. I must say… He is an incredibly resilient soul that I sometimes wonder if he is related to the Winchesters.”
Nobody knew that surname. However, the way the imposter spoke of it told that it was not an easy feat to do so. It spoke volumes of Potter’s capability.
It terrified them.
“And I do have the power to back up my… arrogance as you oh so eloquently put.” The being said and it pointed towards Voldemort. “Tom Marvolo Riddle, born at the height of the second world war, feared at the mere presence of… me.”
Voldemort shrieked and blindly casted much more curse at this being and the vessel only looked offended.
“You call yourself the brightest mind to come out of Hogwarts and your arsenal only consists of the Killing Curse? Oh, how fall the lord fell from his grace.” The being tilted mockingly.
Voldemort never stopped.
“Who are… you?” A random Death Eater asked and they can see Potter’s face quirk a little. Amused likely from what they saw.
“I am what you call… Death itself. I oversee mortals passing through the afterlife and I do monitor those foolish beings who dare try to escape my grasp who will go to a place a lot worse than Hell.” The being announced and they all shivered at the declaration of the beings name.
Death… Harry Potter was possessed by Death. And it was the one thing that Voldemort himself fear.
They can see the horror etched on the once feared Dark Lord.
“Tom Marvolo Riddle, you have violated the laws of Life and Death by making a Horcrux, you have killed and cut the lives of many mortals who died much earlier than they should have. Your presence disturbs the higher beings and for that… I sentence all of your souls to be sent to the empty. Separately.” The being waved their hand and Voldemort screamed so loudly that they felt their hairs stand on their back.
There it was… Voldemort was vanquished by the being that he feared the most. What was left was nothing, but husks on their own.
Many Death Eaters tried to apparate and escape, but something stopped them and for the first time… They felt fear and begged for their lives and promised to adhere to iys laws and be merciful to them.
“I do not give a damn if you committed genocide yourself. I hardly care what you do to each other for you mortals always crave and make bloodshed regularly. No, that is not your sin.”
The presence loomed much bigger again and they felt their beings shrink so much that they felt like an ant standing to a large predator.
“Your sins are associated with that filth. I am not a merciful being and I LOATHE the way you supported that law-breaking scum. The mere association with him is a violation to my judgement already.”
Then his voice became commanding again and cold. Some begging and grovelling that they will be good and repent for their sins.
“I curse most of your family to never reach the prestige you once had, nor reach even half of it. You cling at your baseless names, now I’ll take away that privilege. However, your descendant will bear that sin and in your family. You’ll be marked with the reminder that you brought large shame among your line.”
Most started crying with Malfoy at the crowd falling to his knees. They screamed, and they begged again. The being, well Death sneered at this. Mortals, he thought. Such malleable creatures.
He then stared at his relics and all it clicked why he was in this vessel. The lad collected it and passed all pre-requisite requirements and fate basically told that this was his new vessel.
Harry Potter never led a good life. However, Death never really cared about that fact. Death was never merciful, but maybe he’ll give the soul a new life, maybe far from the future. He did deserve a life without a violation of nature commanding his entire life.
He maybe merciless, but he can recognize justice if it sees him. He intimately knows balance and the soul never felt that.
He guided the soul to another realm where he can wait til’ he reincarnate which is few and foremost that happens. However, he will admit he will hold a little soft spot for Potter.
He disappeared after cursing a group of Wizards after that. Harry Potter, where he dies. Now presiding in his corpse was the personification of Death itself.
And that’s— how the Second Wizarding War ended.