Chapter 95 - The Easy Steps to Winning.

"Harry Potter." Voldermort said with great venom in his voice. "Today the wizarding world will witness my rise to power once more. On your dead body."

Looking around, Harry noticed that besides the death eaters who were still locked up most of the past ones were there. Well, he assumed so as he couldn't actually tell with their cloaks and masks. It was truthfully a bit creepy having a few hundred of variety sizes wearing the same thing staring at him.

"Where do your confidences come from?" Harry asked as he began stretching. 'Also, why do you always wait until the end of the school year?'

Looking around him, Voldermort raised his hands as the clouds began to reveal a large white orb in the sky. As the moon rays began to descend onto the field, Harry could only shake his head. It's a shame one advantage Voldermort thought he had was more in Harry's favor.

"You're not going to face me yourself?" Harry asked since he knew Voldermort would never pass up the chance.

"Not this time, Potter." Voldermort answered.

Snapping a simple bone crushing hex at him, Harry watched Voldermort deflected with minimal effort. Hitting a death eater who was behind him and caught unaware a loud pitch scream was heard as she crumbled to the floor in pain. Popping away as a green beam was heading towards her, she barely escaped the killing curse.

With a flick of his wrist, Harry snapped a few more spells at him grinning as he was having some fun with Voldermort as sweat began to pour down the man's forehead. Unlike last time, it seems Voldermort was very limited on his magic this time around. Only this short magic was coming to an end as the full moon came out in full.

Shouts of pain and howls filled the field as a majority of the bystanders began to transform. Growing tall with long thin arms and legs as pots of fur spotted out of them. Hundreds of werewolves appeared with a few death eaters popping away in fright.

"It's a shame this has to come to an end." Harry said as a surge of energy ran through his body.

Harry's green eyes turned red as his body began to grow. His clothes began to tear as they stretched beyond their limits. A long snout sprouted as his fingers turned into claws. Falling to all fours, black fur burst out as a large black wolf appeared where Harry once stood. Towering over everything in the surrounding as the werewolves looked like ants. Harry let out a large howl shaking everything in the nearby surroundings.

Voldermort just stared up in shock not wanting to believe what is in front of him. It was like a living mountain staring straight down on him. A mountain that clearly wanted to kill him. With one final shout, as he was too shocked to Apparate. Voldermort attempted to use his super strength to stop the giant pawn coming down.

Bam!

The once great and feared Dark Lord Voldermort came to an end underneath a large paw. All his horcruxes have been taken care of and his soul has finally entered the afterlife. Much to the shock of his followers as the dark mark vanished, taking their magic with it.

Baring his teeth, Harry turned his attention toward the wolves around his paws. A slight grin appeared as he began playing Stepping Wolf. Much to their terror and attempts to escape, the wolves met their end. As the last one standing, Harry let out a single long howl of victory.

Now as he shrunk down to the size of a normal werewolf, Harry looked around at once normal field. Smashed bodies and blood soaked ground with large paw prints littering the surroundings. Attempting to find the cup, Harry wanted to return as he painfully untransformed.

After nearly an hour of searching, Harry still couldn't find a trace of it.

"Well this isn't good."

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It was nearly morning before Harry returned to the school as he finally found the blasted cup. He blamed the judges from putting anti summoning on it. If not he could have returned hours ago and had his few hours of sleep.

"Ah, you finally returned Harry. I went to the graveyard and found it untouched." Albus greeted him.

"Yeah, he took me to a field somewhere." Harry commented with anger lacing his voice.

"Mmm, so how did it go? Was it a tough battle or something?" Albus asked as he looked at Harry's torn outfit. There were a few scratches and cuts on him alongside dirt covering him.

"The battle took a few minutes at most as I stepped on everyone. I spent most of the night tracking the cup down to return." Harry replied as he tossed the cup to the side. "Thanks for the anti summoning charm by the way. It was like an unofficial fourth task."

"That would be Igor doing I believe." Albus answered as they began walking towards the infirmary. "So how do you plan on telling where you went?"

Thinking for a moment, Harry thought long and hard for a few minutes. "I will take a page from the Lockhart book. It was a long hard battle against an army of werewolves. I'm sure it satisfies most curiosity. Might even get another fictional book to go along with the others."

"That it will. Alongside your battle against a Griffin at seven and saving unicorns at ten." Albus laughed as Harry just shrugged.

After getting checked over by Madam Pomfrey, Harry spent the next two hour spinning his tale. How he spent hours battling a high stake battle against an endless herd of werewolves. By the end, it left the few aurors stunned and reporters frowning. It was sort of hard to accept with the proof after all. Luckily a team that went to check out the scene by the cup returned.

When everyone left after being chased out by Poppy. Harry sighed as only the OWL was left and he would leave.

'Hogwarts is finally coming to an end once more.' He thought as he closed his eyes for a few hours.