Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 377 The End
"Ah! Harry!" Upon hearing Harry's voice, Voldemort turned his face and stared intently at Harry—

"Hehehehehe," Voldemort laughed wickedly, grabbing Tyella by the neck and pulling him up—

Tiera:
What's wrong with you, old man?

Why are you pinching me when you're arguing with Harry?

"Hehehehe," Voldemort chuckled, pinching Tyella's neck. "Tyella's a prophet. A seer. Say goodbye to him, Harry, he'll be working for me from now on, and he'll be prophesying only for me—"

“And you—” Voldemort released Tyra’s neck, leaving her where she was.

"And you! You will die today!"

"Put him down, Wormtail, and give him back his wand," Voldemort said cruelly.
Wormtail approached Harry, who desperately tried to reach the ground with his feet, managing to support himself before the ropes were untied.

Wormtail raised its newly installed silver hand and, with a flick of its wrist, severed the rope binding Harry to the tombstone.

For a moment, Harry considered running away, but his injured leg was trembling.

He stood on the overgrown graveyard, and the Death Eaters crowded around him and Voldemort, squeezing out the space where the absent Death Eaters should have been standing.

Wormtail went outside the circle, retrieved Harry's wand, shoved it rudely into his hand without even glancing at him, and then went back into the Death Eaters' circle.

"You've studied dueling, haven't you, Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked softly, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness.

“Let’s bow to each other, Harry,” Voldemort said, giving a slight bow, but his snake-like face remained fixed on Harry. “Come on, etiquette must be observed… Dumbledore would certainly expect you to behave with grace… Bow to Death, Harry…”

The Death Eaters burst into laughter again, and some even clapped.

Voldemort's lipless mouth revealed a smile.

Harry didn't bend down. He wouldn't let Voldemort toy with him before killing him... He wouldn't let him succeed...

“I said, bow.” Voldemort raised his wand—Harry felt a bend in his spine, as if an invisible hand was mercilessly pressing his back forward.

The Death Eaters laughed even harder.

“Very good,” Voldemort said softly, raising his wand, the pressure on Harry's back disappearing. “Now look at me like a man…head held high, like your father died…”

"Now—let's duel."

Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could even defend himself, before he could even move, he was struck by the Crucifixion Curse again. Intense pain overwhelmed him; he didn't know where he was… the white-hot blade pierced every inch of his skin, and his head must have felt like it was about to split open.

He screamed piercingly, a sound more agonizing than he had ever uttered in his entire life—

Then it all stopped, and Harry rolled over and got up, trembling uncontrollably like someone whose arm had been cut off from Wormtail.

He stumbled and crashed into a wall of Death Eaters, who pushed him back towards Voldemort.

"Pause," Voldemort said, his two slit-like nostrils flaring with excitement. "Take a break... It hurts, doesn't it, Harry? You don't want me to do it again, do you?"

Harry didn't answer; he would die.

Those cruel red eyes were telling him this... He would be killed, and there was nothing he could do about it... But he wouldn't give in, he wouldn't be at Voldemort's mercy... He wouldn't beg for mercy...

"I'm asking you if you want me to do it again," Voldemort said softly. "Answer me! Out of body!"

Suddenly, Harry felt his mind go blank; this was only the third time in his life he had felt this way… How blissful, not having to think, he felt like he was floating, dreaming… Say “no”… Say it… Say “no”…

"I won't speak," a more powerful voice deep within his mind said, "I won't answer..."

Say "no"...

I won't say, I absolutely won't say...

Say "no"

"I will not say!"

The words escaped Harry's lips and echoed through the cemetery. His dreamlike state vanished abruptly, as if doused with a bucket of cold water—the pain inflicted by the Crucifixion Curse returned, and he became aware of where he was and what lay before him…

“You won’t talk?” Voldemort said softly. The Death Eaters stopped laughing. “You won’t say ‘no’? Harry, I’m going to teach you the virtue of obedience before you die…maybe a little more pain?”

Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was prepared. Using the agility he had honed in Quidditch, he dove to the side and rolled behind a marble tombstone. The spell missed, but he heard the sound of the tombstone opening.

“We’re not playing hide-and-seek, Harry!” Voldemort said softly, his cold voice drawing ever closer. The Death Eaters laughed. “You can’t hide from me. Does that mean you’re tired of our duel? Do you want me to end it now, Harry? Come out, Harry… come out and duel… quickly… without even pain… I don’t know… I’ve never tasted death…”

Harry huddled behind the tombstone, knowing it was all over. No hope… utterly alone. He listened to Voldemort closing in, and only one thought crossed his mind, a thought that transcended fear and reason: he couldn't die here like a child playing hide-and-seek.

He cannot kneel at Voldemort's feet... He must die standing, like his father, in self-defense, even if self-defense is impossible...

Before Voldemort's snake-like face could turn past the tombstone, Harry stood up—

Before standing up, Harry glanced at Tierra, who was still standing there blankly, like a marionette.

At least he's still alive
Harry thought to himself, at least Tyrell is still alive.
At least Voldemort won't kill him; at least he'll come to rescue Tyella after Professor Dumbledore discovers I'm dead.
I can't die curled up in a cowardly manner!

Harry thought to himself that he would die standing in front of Tyella!

This idea seemed to give Harry courage. He gripped his wand tightly, held it in front of him, and dashed out, facing Voldemort directly.

Voldemort was also prepared. At the same time as Harry shouted "Expelliarmus!", Voldemort shouted "Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of green light shot out from Voldemort's wand, while simultaneously a beam of red light shot out from Harry's wand—

Two beams of light met in mid-air—

Harry's wand suddenly vibrated as if it were electrified, and Harry gripped it tightly.

Harry and Voldemort remained locked in a stalemate, but soon, Voldemort's green light gained the upper hand, gradually pushing Harry's red light towards him.

Just then, Tiera's eyes lit up, and Tiera, who had been sensing the magical fluctuations around her, suddenly started running—

He pushed aside the Death Eaters, ran to the center of the dueling arena, and then resolutely rushed towards the point where Harry and Voldemort were exchanging beams of light. At the intersection of the green and red lights, Tierra charged forward without hesitation.

Voldemort's Killing Curse and Harry's Exorcism weapon struck Tierra simultaneously—

Tierra was sent flying like a rag doll by the powerful force, crashing limply into Harry and rolling out of the dueling ring with him.

“Harry…” The light slowly faded from Tyella’s black, pearl-like eyes, “…take my bag…take me home…”

For an endless second, Harry stared blankly at Tyella's face, at his expressionless gray eyes, like the windows of an abandoned house.

Harry's mind couldn't process what he was seeing. Apart from a vague sense of disbelief, he felt nothing. The grief was so overwhelming that it seemed to have destroyed all his emotions.

Harry felt a tingling, numb sensation in his heart. He felt like a puppet, a robot, with only pure rationality remaining.

Harry grabbed Tierra's body and yelled, "The trophy's coming!"

The trophy flew towards him through the air. Harry grabbed the handle—

He heard Voldemort's furious roar and felt a tug below his navel; the key had activated.

He was swept away by a colorful whirlwind, and Tiera was right beside him... They went back.

After Tyrell was sent flying, Voldemort stood frozen in place, staring blankly ahead at Tyrell's limp body and Harry cradling her in his arms—

Voldemort seemed to be transported back to that summer thirteen years ago, to that midsummer night when he lost all his powers, and Lily Potter was just like that, standing between him and Harry, just like Tyrell.

Voldemort touched himself with a hint of fear—

He touched his face, his hands, and his body—

Thankfully, I'm still here; I'm still alive.

Voldemort looked up menacingly, wanting to continue his lesson to Harry—

"No!" Voldemort roared, brandishing his wand.

But he was ultimately a step too late.

The trophy is already in Harry Potter's hands.

Harry disappeared from the cemetery.

The bone horn that Tiera had left in the labyrinth floated up on its own, emitting a loud "whoosh."

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