Harry Potter and the Letter from the Future

Tom Marvolo Riddle. Better known as Lord Voldemort, the most dangerous Dark Lord in Britain, was not in the best condition.

"Potter... Potter!... POTTER!!", over and over, that last name came out of his mouth as he walked slowly through a dark-looking forest. His red eyes barely had any shine as he gritted his teeth from the pain he felt. His chest burned as if someone placed hot metal on him. He could barely stand it.

"It's all his fault. It's all Potter's fault!", Voldemort growled angrily before he stumbled and had to hold himself up by placing his hand on a tree. He could barely lift his head, but he kept going.

"If it weren't for him... And that woman! How dare she?!"

Voldemort took a step, moving forward once more. And after a few meters, his eyes finally saw his target.

 "Yes... I'm close. Just you wait, Potter. I'll kill you. I'll kill you. I'll kill everyone you love! I'll destroy everything you care about! I don't even care about anything else anymore. When I can rebuild my body once more, I'll come straight to you to kill you. Heh... Heh, heh, heh... argh"

Stumbling once more, Voldemort nearly knocked the door of the hut he had arrived at. His hand went to his mouth as he felt himself about to spit, but he could do nothing to stop it. Red and black liquid poured out of his mouth, staining his hand and a bit of the door.

"I have to do it quickly... this body is of no use to me. I'll use... the Horcrux... and find a body later," Voldemort whispered as he opened the door. He looked inside before carefully walking to the center of the room, where he immediately knelt down. When he pulled out a piece of wood, he pulled a box from the floor and smiled.

 "It doesn't matter anymore... Potter. Potter. Potter," he repeated to himself over and over as he carefully opened the box. However, his body froze at the sight inside.

There was nothing. The box was empty.

"Empty... how?"

"Looking for this?" a voice caused Voldemort to stand up in an instant, but the state of his body caused him to fall to the ground. Voldemort's vision faltered and he felt the world distort in his vision. Still, he could still recognize the figure sitting in a chair near him.

"Potter! Potter! What did you do with my ring?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!!"

"This ring?" Harry showed him the ring without the stone it once had.

 "You have to be more careful, Tom. Horcruxes are bad for the body."

"You...", Voldemort growled and pulled out his wand, but with a single wave of Harry's hand, the wand went flying.

"Tch, tch... You didn't just lose to me. Madame Bones kicked the ass of your remaining followers, she even made you run away," Harry slowly taunted Voldemort as he pulled out an object from his small pouch on his neck.

"Look...", Harry threw the object to the ground, right in front of Voldemort.

"It's the Ravenclaw diadem, or what's left of it," Harry said before throwing something else. It was the book he destroyed in his second year. And then he pulled out the Hufflepuff cup, which he set down much more gently. Then, he pulled out the Slytherin locket.

"Oh, by the way, Nagini is already dead. It seems that, in your current state, you can barely sense your surroundings. You barely heard when the snake died a couple of minutes ago."

"And if you're wondering how, it's easy. I followed you here."

"It took you hours to get here, because you can barely apparate. And you've walked for about thirty minutes to get here. The same amount of time I've been behind you."

"Impossible... I would have heard you walk...", Voldemort gritted his teeth as he tried to stand up, but it was useless. His body hurt too much. The magic Harry had used on him that day hadn't left him alone for a second.

Harry stood up and walked slowly until he was standing in front of Voldemort, just a few inches in front of him.

"You will disappear. Forever. No one will mourn for you. No one will miss you," Harry waved his hand and pulled his wand out of his sleeve.

 "This is the end of your path, Tom Riddle."

"No... Impossible... You can't! You can't defeat me!" Voldemort screamed in rage. His red eyes, though dull, held boundless hatred.

Harry hesitated for a moment. He had poured all his hatred into a single spell, but he hesitated in the end. He remembered that Voldemort probably wouldn't leave a body behind after his Horcruxes were destroyed. And Bones would probably ask for his memories.

"Gladius."

Voldemort stood still, his mouth and eyes open. Only a strange noise had been heard when Harry released his spell.

"Goodbye. Forever," Harry muttered before pushing Voldemort's body with his foot, causing him to fall on his back and his head to roll across the floor. Blood filled the dirty floor in just a few seconds.

As Harry stepped out and let Voldemort's body turn to ash, he closed his eyes and raised his head. His shoulders slumped a little as he relaxed his body and blew out a breath of air through his nose.

"Finally. It's all over, finally."

"That's right, it's all over."

Harry opened his eyes in shock. His body immediately moved and he appeared meters in front of him. When he appeared, he was pointing his wand at a man dressed in a black suit.

"You... you're..." Harry's eyes, which had opened wide in surprise at hearing someone behind him, were now wide to an almost impossible level.

Emerald green eyes. Black suit. Black, neat hair.

"You're... you're..."

The man just smiled.

"I heard you wanted to open a clothing store and a dessert shop. That's pretty original, at least to me, who's seen a lot of them," the man reached into his coat and pulled out two white papers with characters and red lines drawn on them.

 "Here..." he waved his hand and floated the papers towards Harry.

"You can consider it a reward. With that you will get what it takes to be the best designer. The best cook."

"Why? Why are you helping me? I don't understand," Harry asked as he took the two talismans.

"Mm... I'm just doing it out of curiosity."

"Not for time and space research?"

"Ah, that was a lie. After all, there's no way someone who investigates time can travel back in time once and then come back right where you are, and at the exact time."

"Then... No, I won't ask that question," Harry shook his head a little, realizing he was about to ask something that might give him a headache.

"Good idea. Now just live your life quietly and without problems. Well, I mean, within the normal. There won't be a dark lord like Voldemort in about... two hundred years."

"Great, then my great-grandchildren will probably see that."

"Maybe. But man, relax. You'll be dead by then."

"Fortunately," Harry laughed a little.

Harry looked at the talismans once more before looking at the other party that was with him.

"Thanks for this."

"You're welcome," the man smiled.

 "Well, I have to go. I'll send you back to your home. This will be the last time we see each other."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Harry James Potter," the man said goodbye before waving his hand and sending Harry away.

"Well, that was interesting. But... ugh... now I have to go back to them. I hope they're not mad anymore," the man sighed before disappearing from the place.

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