Legacy of Harry Potter

November 1994

Hogwarts' Grounds

Faced with the incoming three pronged approach, Voldemort was not fazed in the slightest. Although the power shown by Harry Potter was beyond his expectation, he was not too surprised.

He had seen the memories of one of the death eaters who had survived the Battle of Hogsmeade and Voldemort had to admit that Harry was a powerful wizard… someone in the same league as him and Albus Dumbledore.

He pointed his wand and waves of water erupted from his wand. In no time the large quantity of formless water started to move spirally and took the shape of a massive serpent.

The water serpent collided with the incoming massive bird of feindfyre and the result was a massive explosion. The deafening blast and the shockwaves from the explosion shook the entire arena.

The water serpent and the fire bird remained in a stalemate for few moments with the fire bird momentarily seeming to gain some advantage. But ultimately the serpent was able to counter the bird with massive waves of steam erupting from the resultant collision.

Meanwhile, Amelia's consecutive maxima bombardas had been taken head on by none other than Bellatrix Lestrange. She had erected a large magical shield and true to her fame, Bellatrix was no pushover.

Even though her shield has been cracked, it had taken the blows of all the bombards.

Minerva's spears had been collectively countered by all the death eaters using various different spells.

Neither side seemed to gain any upper hand in the first round of the attack. Yet, neither side launched their second waves of attack and they continued to gaze at each other with venomous eyes.

"Harry Potter," growled Voldemort. "You really think that just the 3 of you could defeat me and my army?"

Harry chuckled, "Voldemort… are you still in delusion or are you giving your supporters some hope?"

"Do you think I have only these 2 people supporting me?" Harry mocked Voldemort.

An expression of rage took over Voldemort. Despite his confidence, he could feel that in a battle between the two sides his group would be underwhelmed overbearingly. And if Albus Dumbledore joined the battle, he would have no chance…

Harry had an inkling what Voldemort would be thinking.

"Voldemort…" he said. "I have a deal for you."

"Just you and me…" he continued. "The two of us…"

"I know you are not in your prime… but use that disgusting mark of yours," Harry's voice boomed in the arena.

"No matter how much you hide… I know its true purpose… draw its power…"

"I give you this chance to defeat me… kill me…" he said.

Before Voldemort could reply, Minerva interrupted, "Harry, what are you doing?"

"We can easily defeat them…" she almost pleaded.

"Yes professor… but the world should know that this dark lord was not defeated because my support was superior… he was defeated because… he was weak…"

"Harry Potter," roared Voldemort at Harry seemingly calling him weak.

Harry continued as if he had not heard, "In his prime, he was obliterated because he was weak than my mother… and would now be killed because he is weak than me…"

Voldemort raged once again while Minerva gave a reluctant nod in agreement.

Harry faced Voldemort as he jumped from the stone pillar and started to walk towards the dark lord.

With rage taking over, Voldemort start to float from his chair.

The dark mark on the arms of the death eaters started to give a blackened glow as wisp of black smoke were emitted from it.

Every death eater took hold of his arm. Sheer pain took hold of their arm as they clenched its tightly and gritted their teeth.

Few death eaters were unable to bear the pain and they fell on the ground… their entire body was trembling.

The felt that their magic was being drained away from their bodies. their faced had turned pale. They had barely any strength left in their bodies.

The dark mark as Harry had mentioned was not a simple mark. It was one of the most marvellous pieces of magic.

Not only it ensured loyalty from the death eaters, its ultimate use… Voldemort could suck their magical power to strengthen himself whenever he could.

Unfortunately for Voldemort, it was a single use move from one mark and would only give him a temporary power boost. And today was the day when he needed this single use… if he could kill Harry Potter… he would again rule this world.

With power filling in Voldemort, his body started to change. In place of the ugly and disgusting looking child, Voldemort now somewhat resembled his previous self.

He let out a mad laugh as he roared, "Harry Potter… Await your death…"

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