HP-A New Future

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Chapter 37: The Duel to End All Duels

The night sky above Hogsmeade was alight with chaos, the serene village now a shattered landscape of rubble and fire. The duel between Harry and Voldemort was a spectacle of raw magical power, each spell they cast reverberating through the air with the force of a thunderclap. The once quiet streets were now an arena of war, the cobblestones scorched and cracked under the onslaught.

Voldemort's fury was unmatched, his movements a blur as he unleashed a torrent of deadly spells. His wand was a blur of motion, casting curses that twisted the very fabric of reality. Green jets of light, fiery serpents, and crackling bolts of dark energy streaked towards Harry in rapid succession. Each spell was aimed to kill, to obliterate any hope of resistance.

Harry met each assault with a calm intensity, his own magic a seamless blend of defense and counterattack. His wand was an extension of himself, moving with fluid precision as he deflected curses with conjured barriers, redirected spells back at Voldemort, and struck back with his own powerful enchantments. He danced through the chaos, each movement calculated, each spell a testament to his mastery.

Voldemort snarled, his red eyes blazing with hatred. "You will fall, boy! You cannot hope to match my power!"

Harry's voice was steady, his gaze unwavering. "Power isn't everything, Tom. You should have learned that by now."

The use of his given name only fueled Voldemort's rage. He conjured a storm of dark magic, a swirling vortex of malevolent energy that threatened to consume everything in its path. Lightning crackled within the storm, the air around them heavy with the scent of ozone and burning magic.

Harry stood his ground, raising his wand high. A shimmering dome of energy formed around him, deflecting the dark magic as it surged towards him. The ground shook with the force of the collision, the energy dissipating in a blinding flash of light. When the dust cleared, Harry stood unharmed, his expression resolute.

Voldemort's fury grew, his spells becoming more erratic and destructive. He conjured pillars of flame, sent waves of crushing force through the air, and summoned legions of spectral serpents to strike at Harry. Each attack was met with a counter, Harry's magic flowing effortlessly as he deflected, transfigured, and neutralized the threats.

The duel reached a fever pitch, the very air around them crackling with raw energy. Voldemort closed the distance between them, his wand aimed directly at Harry's heart. "Avada Kedavra!" he roared, the killing curse surging towards Harry with lethal intent.

Harry moved with lightning speed, summoning the Sword of Gryffindor into his hand. The blade gleamed with an otherworldly light as he dodges the curse, the energy dissipating harmlessly into the night. With a swift motion, he struck out, the blade nicking Voldemort's side. The venom of the basilisk infused in the sword began its slow, deadly work.

"You think a scratch will stop me?" Voldemort spat, clutching his side. "I have conquered death itself!"

Harry's eyes hardened. "Not for much longer."

Voldemort's rage reached a breaking point. With a scream of fury, he unleashed Fiendfyre, a monstrous serpent of cursed fire that roared as it surged towards Harry. The flames twisted and coiled, consuming everything in their path with a voracious hunger.

Harry acted swiftly. From within his robes, he drew the ruby containing the fragments of Voldemort's soul. With a calculated throw, he hurled it into the heart of the Fiendfyre. The cursed flames engulfed the gem, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. A surge of dark energy erupted from the fire, and Voldemort staggered, a guttural scream tearing from his throat as the destruction of the Horcrux sent shockwaves through his being.

The backlash of losing his Horcruxes hit Voldemort like a physical blow. His body convulsed, his grip on his wand faltering. His connection to his immortality severed, he was now as vulnerable as any other mortal.

Harry seized the moment. With Voldemort reeling, he raised his wand and unleashed a powerful cutting charm. The spell hit Voldemort with a force that sent him crashing to the ground, blood seeping from a deep gash across his chest. The venom now coursing through his veins took its toll, sapping his strength and leaving him defenseless.

The Dark Lord, once the embodiment of fear and invincibility, lay on the cobblestones, his body trembling as he struggled to rise. His red eyes flickered open one last time, filled with a mix of disbelief and fear.

"How?" he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harry stood over him, the Sword of Gryffindor in hand, his expression resolute. "You relied on fear and power, but you underestimated the strength of those who fight for what's right."

Voldemort's eyes closed, his body going still. The battle was over.

As the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, Hogsmeade stood as a testament to the resilience of those who had fought back against the darkness. Harry Potter had done what many believed was impossible—he had brought the Dark Lord to his knees. The world would remember this night, not just for the destruction, but for the hope that had been reignited in the hearts of many.

Harry turned away, the weight of his victory heavy on his shoulders. The war was not over, but the tide had turned, and with Voldemort's fall, a new chapter was beginning in the annals of wizarding history.