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“Harry, I assume you have heard the prophecy. Then you will know that for me to survive, I will have to kill you. But I shall not kill you as I would a child. After all, you’re a man in so many ways. I ask you, no. I challenge you, will you duel the most powerful wizard ever?”

Harry’s eyes widened, had Voldemort been humanized? Harry stood up straight and pulled his wand out of his pocket.

“I would never duel with the most powerful wizard ever, Dumbledore. You are not powerful, you’re just evil. Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard ever, and you had to get a child to kill him. You COWARD!”

“Dear Harry, that is not something to say to someone who is going to kill you.” Lord Voldemort said, his voice steady.

“If you kill Harry, you kill me. We’re going to beat you, then beat your Death Eaters.” Ron said, plucking up his courage.

“Lucius was right when he told me about you Weasleys. You are the pathetic ones. Not even worth being called a wizard.” Voldemort said.

Ron’s face turned from a pale white colour to a violent shade of red. He raised his wand and took a breath. “Expelliarmus!”

Voldemort moved his wand to the side and laughed, sending the spell into a bench. “So you plan you kill me, weasel? I doubt you could kill a fly.”

“Ron,” Harry said, trying to calm him down. All Voldemort was trying to do was make Ron do something foolish. Once that happened, Ron would be dealt with and Harry would be on his own. Harry looked at the evil man and knew that there was no time like the present.

“No, he doesn’t plan to kill you alone. But we will destroy you, and you won’t come back. No horcruxes to save you this time.”

Voldemort’s face began turning paler than it was, and his mouth dropped. He had obviously thought that no-one knew about his horcrux-business. He stretched his long fingers and clenched his wand.
“Two teen boys, thinking they can defeat the most powerful wizard ever. Yes, Dumbledore was weak, he earned his respect by feeding people lies.”

“And you kill your friends. You earned your respect by killing people. That isn’t respect, it’s fear. Your followers are plotting against you, and then you’ll be all alone. Just like you were as a child,” Harry spat. He really wanted to break Voldemort down into a little shell, and then kick him repetitively until he fell over.

Harry had obviously hit a nerve, because Voldemort began to turn red.
“Fear is respect, you foolish brat. And Wormtail was not a friend, he was a rat. And I didn’t want to kill him, but he had to show his nose.” Lord Voldemort took a breath and looked at Harry, eyes flaming. “You dare talk about my past? How dare you say such a thing? I was never alone, My mentor, who Dumbledore was said to have killed was with me all along.

My patience with you two brats has reached a limit, so let’s fight. Whilst the day is young.



I spy a Mrs.Lupin!