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"Come on now I've given you plenty of time to rest and think. I'm getting fed up with chasing you around, do something new ." Harry urged with something that sounded almost like boredom in his voice.

"New…" Voldemort growled, "you want new ? You want exciting !? THEN HOW ABOUT THIS!? BURN POTTER!" A massive snake made of bright amber flames streamed from the Dark Lord's Wand, illuminating the area and earning gasps of awes from the Death Eaters.

Without so much as a gesture the pale hybrid sent the serpent towards his enemy, who merely smiled in delight. Just as it was about to reach him the boy opened his mouth… and took a deep breath, inhaling the flames as if it were mere oxygen. A split second later the Magic was gone, and the boy exhaled a bit of smoke, before letting out a deep burp.

"Not bad, I would say a bit spicier than Hogwarts usually makes it but… not bad really."

Once more stunned silence greeted him, before Riddle began to stutter out his enraged protest, "H-h-how!? How are you so strong? How are you able to do that!?"

Harry quirked his head a tad, blinking a bit in confusion. "What?"

"THAT! THIS MAGIC!? HOW ARE YOU SO POWERFUL!?"

"Powerful?" the boy repeated softly, "You think this is power? You think that this is my limit? You stupid man… let me show you what real Magic looks like."

The shadows lengthened, and the lights flickered just as the moon, previously bright in the night sky, became eclipsed by darkness.

...

Lucius Malfoy noticed it first. A slight tremor moving through the ground. In fact, if graveyard had not been so deathly quiet he was quite sure he would have missed it.

A few seconds later another tremor.

Then another.

Followed by another, each increasing in intensity just slightly . However, after a minute or two the others seemed aware that something was wrong as well. Turning his head slightly, as he caught sight of it .

"No…" the man muttered, spinning completely, so that he could take a step back, fear filling his eyes. "It isn't possible . There are limits, rules that must be followed…"

Nearby a young boy began to chuckle, which quickly escalated into full blown laughter… which turned malicious. Dark and terrible, it filled the area as the shape continued approaching them, its body covering the stars with ease.

The creature was larger than any structure the Malfoy Lord had ever bore witness to… maybe even Hogwarts itself. Hundreds of feet tall, it was humanoid in shape… and yet it at the same time the very opposite of what humanity could be considered.

Did it have two arms or twelve? Was it fur that adorned its body or writhing tentacles? It appeared to have a single head… and yet movements in the dark seemed to suggest multiple mouths.

Regardless of the shape, the monster was dark. As shadowy as the night sky. Whatever features might have adorned it were obscured in this darkness… save for the eyes. Two blood-red circles were visible at the very top, giving an indication of how truly massive it was… for the Death Eaters themselves were forced to tip their heads back just to see those ruby orbs.

And then it roared .

It was a primal sound, something born from the darkest corners of the deepest jungles and evolving in the shadows of human fear. It echoed through the area, low and deep as tombstones and mausoleums alike crumbled from the force. Like straw huts attempting to stand before a hurricane.

The Death Eaters froze in place, as their hands went to cover their ears crouching down in mere instinct to try and protect themselves, paralyzed in a terror they had never experienced before now as they looked upon the monstrous shape of death itself, and elsewhere, miles from where they stood, a group of Aurors halted in their actions, eyes widening in shock and fear.

The boy's laughter hadn't ceased, and the monster finally came to a halt. For a brief moment the teen quieted, and silence reigned, for even the Dark Lord himself dare not speak lest he draw attention to himself.

Then the air was split by a massive arm. Fingers tore into the ground, ripping apart the earth as a person might do to loose sand.

Voldemort barely had time to raise a barrier before it struck, the defenses cracking and shattering near instantly from the force. Yet he had survived, being tossed to the side due to the collision, and undoubtedly breaking several bones as he crashed through stone and rubble.

Harry merely smiled, before waving a hand and dismissing the giant, which promptly evaporated into smoke, then standing back and patiently waiting for his enemy to stand.

Seconds passed, and then minutes as the boy grew impatient, tapping his foot as he began to mutter to himself.

"Come on come on get up get up get up get up get up…"

Tom Riddle pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, gripping a nearby chunk of rock to attempt to rise, yet the pain coursing through his body brought him back to the ground an instance later.

"Come on…" Harry growled, allowing the man to try once more, and fail. "Come on! GET UP! HEAL YOUR WOUNDS, REGROW YOUR BONES, SUMMON YOUR DEMONS! HIT ME! FIGHT ME!"

Yet the murderer could not, and merely slumped forward, gasping for breath despite the almost hysterical shouts from the boy-who-lived.

"Pathetic…"

Lucius Malfoy might have agreed, save for the fact that he was convinced that the boy standing before them could probably take on all Magical England at this point and win without so much as a scratch.

"I let you live for all these years and this was the best you could do?"

"Wh… what?" Riddle gasped out, shifting around to watch in horror as the teen produced a very familiar looking diary.

The boy-who-lived merely scoffed in annoyance, "Your little soul anchors of course. I could have killed you years ago… hell I would have if I had known you would be this pathetic."

"I-I-Impossible… how…"

"The Minister of course, which does remind me that he and I need to have a little chat once this is all done about slipping my followers possessed items…"

Malfoy felt his insides nearly freeze in fear. He was quite sure that there wouldn't be much left of him after the teen was done with his vengeance, that had seemingly built up over the years.

"Well regardless it doesn't really matter now. I suppose I should let you go, give you a chance to become more powerful and maybe give me a decent challenge in the future hm?" Harry turned, and began walking back towards the Death Eaters assembled nearby.

Voldemort did not see a second chance, however. What his corrupt mind saw was a mere child turning his back on him… as if he were nothing . What he saw was someone else telling him that he wasn't worthy, wasn't good enough, wasn't strong enough.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

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