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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 89: Confrontation
Harry appeared in the middle of the Chamber of Secrets. "It is time for this. I will end it tonight."
He made a simple gesture with his hand, and all the horcruxes he had hidden in the chamber flew towards him, landing at his feet.
The Slytherin Locket, the Hufflepuff Cup, Ravenclaw's Diadem, and the old Gaunt Ring.
"I should have done this a long time ago." Harry tapped on his hat. "Nothing to say?"
The hat remained silent.
The frown on Harry's face deepened. He knew he didn't have much time left to save his friend.
The connection he had formed with V had become extremely weak by now, and it was only growing weaker. Any more than that, and he could lose him.
Without V, the only anchor keeping his mind stable would disappear. He would rather not think about what would happen after that.
But he had little time to prevent a worst-case scenario.
The palm of his hand moved toward the four objects on the ground of the chamber. The runes on his arm became alight. "Fiendfyre."
A burst of crimson flames congregated over the horcruxes, forming a sphere of pure destruction.
Harry had protected himself from the heat and proceeded to calmly watch as those cursed things were destroyed.
Loud screams of agony filled the main chamber. The corrupt fragments of that monster's soul were briefly released into the air once they lost their containers and soon dissipated.
"I hope that hurt, you bastard," Harry said, watching the flames die out, leaving nothing but a pool of molten rock behind.
"Now he only has one left. And I'm sure he is keeping that one close by." Harry didn't think that Voldemort would risk hiding another horcrux away from him, for fear of losing his last one.
He waited for a few more minutes after that, wanting to be sure the task was completed, and all the fragments had been eliminated.
"Time to go, then." He clenched his fists. He was ready for this.
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Reaching the south coast of Ireland didn't take him too long. However, to find that small harbour town called Kinsale, he was forced to stop at a city and ask for directions.
He ended up having to buy a map.
It was nearly midnight when he finally located the town in question. The castle, however, was very easy to locate. Just as Dumbledore said, there were no magical protections around the area.
Voldemort was surely counting on the fact that no one knew that this place even existed.
The castle itself looked extremely old and in dire need of maintenance. It was no wonder that the locals would stay clear of here, as it appeared ready to collapse at any moment.
In fact, from what had once been quite a big castle, the only thing left now was the main tower, while the rest was nothing but rubble.
This made things simpler for him. Now, all he had to do was destroy this tower and kill everyone inside. That would take care of Voldemort, his horcrux, and any of his followers still with him.
'It's too bad I cannot make use of V's magic reserves, I could have ended this with one spell.' Two of his three 'Sorceries of Ruin' would have been enough to turn the remnants of this castle into dust.
But while he was by himself, his options were more limited. "Still, it's not like I don't have my own weapons." Harry glanced into the sky and began to focus his magic.
Dark clouds gathered over his head, and moments later, he began to hear the sound of thunder filling the area.
'H-Harry…'
He was startled when he heard the weak voice of V trying to reach him. It echoed inside his mind like a soft whisper.
'V, you're still there? I'm about to put an end to this. Once I kill the bastard, you will start to feel much better. I promise you.'
'No… Harry. Y-you should not h-have come… here… run.'
'What? What are you saying? This is what we have been preparing for so long! I am not running away from him. And you don't have much time left.'
'No… I… feel him. Can't hold… please…'
Suddenly, Harry felt some movement beneath him.
"Avada Kedavra!"
He moved out of the way just in time to avoid being hit by a Killing Curse.
"Hahaha, welcome!" The voice of Voldemort was not too loud, but he could hear it clearly, as if he were at his side. And he sounded overjoyed.
The Dark Lord flew through the air without the use of a broom, using the exact same piece of magic as Harry. After all, Voldemort was the original creator.
"Voldemort!" Harry gritted his teeth. He took note of the changes in the dark wizard. It appeared that this last resurrection had brought him another step away from humanity.
His skin was paler and more snake-like, his ears were pointy and unnatural, and his eyes had turned into those of a reptile.
"I see that you have decided to look like the monster you truly are."
Voldemort chuckled. "I care little for physical looks, Harry. My only preoccupation is gaining power, and I will stop at nothing to obtain what I want. This is the main difference between you and me, and the reason why you will never win against me."
"Hmph!" Harry scoffed. "You only say that because you still cannot comprehend what you are facing. I am not the naive and weak Harry Potter you once knew."
"Oh, I am very aware of who you are now and what you can do, Harry. I know everything that you went through when trapped inside the frozen world. That must have been quite the ordeal. I have to give you credit for keeping some of your sanity intact."
"What?!" Harry had been very careful with whom he shared that information. There was only one way for Voldemort to know about this.
'Sorry…' The weak voice of V resounded inside his mind. 'I am so… sorry.'
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