Chapter 1 : The Final Stand
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I can see him squint through those dirty, broken spectacles and try to disarm me. However, I am much too quick for him. I raise my worthless wand and scream to the almighty evil lords, “AVADA KEDAVRA!” My curse hit his red streak, creating an ear-splitting shearing noise. I vaguely registered the screams of my supporters behind me, fearing for my death. I ignore them; they are only little pawns my chess game and easily disposable. In the reflection of my opponent’s glasses, I can see the form of a tall, pale snake-like man trying to gain an edge in this fight until the death. This attempt was futile.
As I was slowly inching towards the blinding oblivion, the young man standing across from me tried to gain an edge over me by taking advantage of my distraction. I nearly laughed at his juvenile behaviour. I was taught to never give an opponent an opportunity for your demise, something the boy should learn from. I countered quickly, adding extra power behind my curse. The boy stumbles, but refuses to give up. I let out a snarling laugh, ready for his eventual downfall.
However, something in his eyes stops me. It was the look of a young soul. Never loved, never been cared for. He must have noticed another opportunity because I soon felt a ripping sensation. I dropped my wand and looked down, watching myself slowly dissolving. I never prepared for this situation, because I never expected it. I was supposed to defeat the Boy Who Lived, and take control of the entire wizarding world, then eventually the whole muggle world as well.
I experienced another odd sensation. It was brand-new and felt as though my heart was being ripped to shreds and repeatedly stamped on. Later, I would learn that this was the sensation of defeat. As my body slowly crumpled to the ground before dissolving in small, indescribable pieces, I had one more fleeting thought. “Love is an all-powerful force.”
The foolish young man walked over, and stared solemnly at the ground. He sighed and rubbed his tired and grimy face. "At last", he said in a soft tone. "It's done."
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