The Time That Harry Found the Horcruxes, Destroyed Them, Died, Came Back to Life, and Sassed Voldemort to Death All In One Week
When Harry, Hermione, and Ron had set off to find and destroy the Horcruxes, only Harry had expected them to do so as quickly as they had, sneaking into Hogwarts castle only two days after term had started when they had only started hunting the Horcruxes about five days before. Hermione was almost terrified with how impressed she was with the other Gryffindor.
That was until he went to the woods alone and came back limp in Hagrid’s arms.
”Harry Potter is dead!” Voldemort screamed, his hands held up high above his head as he laughed joyously, a burden lifted from his chest as the annoyance that had plagued him for so long was finally gone. “Harry Potter is-”
But no one was listening to him because right behind the Dark Lord was a boy gracefully jumping down from the arms of the half giant as if he had never died at all. But he had, even if only for a moment. Thanatos and Hades had not been pleased when he had turned up at the gates to the Underworld.
“You know, I’m starting think that you can’t cast the killing curse, Voldy,” the boy quipped, much to the horror of everyone else.
Voldermort turned quickly and saw his Death Eaters either fleeing the scene or just moving out of the way of the violent duo.
“You!” The snake like man screamed, shock filling his face. “You should be dead!”
“The gods of the Underworld said no,” Harry deadpanned as he stood with his hands in his pockets, showing much more clam than anyone else thought the he should, friend or foe.
A shock of green shot through the air as Voldermort let loose an angered scream, aiming right for the boy’s chest.
Only to bounce harmlessly off.
“I’ve fought titans,” Harry said boldly as he walked towards the man that had sought to play one, pulling out a pen that no one had seen before, but everyone that had been at Hogwarts during the Tournament recognized the sword that it turned into. “Your boring.”
The Dark Lord casts more spells than anyone thought to count but they all bounced off as if they hadn’t struck at all, but everyone had seen that they had.
And suddenly there was a snake between the two wizards, Nagini having come to defend the wizard that she was tied to, but she was soon slashed into two with a neat swipe of the golden sword wielded by practiced hands.
“I’m a demigod,” Harry said coldly. “And your only mortal.”
The boy raised his had, a cold glint entering his green eyes as the wizard before him began to scream in pain. Everyone always seemed to forget that the human body was mostly made of water, and Voldermort was quickly loosing all of his.
Those that had been gathered in the court yard looked at the boy that had raised so any questions over the years. Now they knew why.
There was a demigod in the midst of wizards.