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Voldemort Getting a Cap in the Face
Cedric collapsed after getting stunned by Harry.
"Sorry Cedric, but with all the bullshit I've had to deal with being in this stupid tournament by force, I'm not taking any chances."
He then lifts his wand up and fires off a magic flare. The stream of magic flew up high into the sky, well above the massive magical labyrinth of foliage and explodes into a large display of starbursts. This would alert the people in charge to come in and check on the fallen/injured participant. After he made sure the teen was okay and not hurt when he collapsed and his head thunked against the platform holding the Tri Wizard Cup, he grabs hold...
... and felt something like a hook on his naval pull him away into a graveyard.
Blackness overcomes him after a brief flash of pain and light.
When eh came to, Harry found himself bound to a tombstone by magical chains, unable to escape. The only small comfort he had was the small weight in his hidden back pocket was still there. But his wand was in the hands of the traitor who betrayed his mum and dad when he was a baby.
"Peter Pettigrew..."
The sniveling coward just stared. That's when Harry noticed that surrounding them were more Death Eaters. And in front of him, standing in front of a recently used cauldron was...
"Ah, Harry... you've finally awaken..."
A Death Eater moved up when beckoned forth by a non-verbal gesture, and the hood was ripped off revealing Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy.
"Do you have my wand, Lucius?" he commanded.
"Yes, milord," he answers, withdrawing a wand from his pocket and handing it carefully to the Dark Lord.
Voldemort accepts it, and with a gentle caress of the wood, gives it a flick. A quick burst of magic destroys one of the other tombstones near Harry, showering the area with fine rubble.
"I have missed this. You have my gratitude keeping it safe."
Lucius bowed lowly, backing away.
"Wormtail, hand Harry his wand back," he said, after magicking away the chains that previously kept the teen confined.
Peter hastily threw the wand at Harry, and it rolled against his feet. He picks it up.
"I'm certain you've been taught the rules of proper etiquette when it comes to dueling, Harry. We bow to our opponent first," the dark lord says with a soft wickedness in his eyes.
Voldemort did indeed bow just graciously enough, but still keeping his head up, eyes locked on the boy.
When Harry did the same, he swiftly reached for his back pocket, withdrew his gun...
BANG!
The loud cracking sound of the gunshot startled all the Death Eaters. For Voldemort, however, he felt blooming pain when he was shot in the shoulder. Harry then rushed, firing a second time, hitting Peter before the rat could literally transform into one, hitting him in the knee. He tackles both adults to the ground.
"ACCIO TRI WIZARD CUP!"
Now, Harry firmly believed that if the cup was indeed the trap that brought him into this scenario in the first place, it could bring him back. Ever since the first round, Harry managed to convince his god father Sirius to send him a handheld firearm. How the man did so was a mystery he didn't want to solve. Hermione, obviously, was shocked when she found out, but he managed to coax her into accepting the idea that some good ol' fashioned muggle protection would work well if magic fails to help. And considering his situation and the Tri Wizard Tournament, Hermione taught him how to properly use a firearm since she had a grandfather who was a retired military man and she learned how to wield a gun from him.
So, what happened was that the cup hits him, and while having a firm grip on their robes, Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew were sucked in with the cup which was the Port Key, bringing them back to the audience. And instead of cheers from an audience of wizards and witches and some ceremonial band playing victory music, what happened was people screaming in absolute fear when they, the Minister of Magic, the Hogwarts professors, Dumbledore, and the visiting schools from Bulgaria and France got to see a fully alive and now exposed Dark Lord Voldemort in the flesh.
Amelia Bones, who was visiting her niece Susan today, immediately grabs hold of a item she carried that would summon emergency Aurors to her location, then drew her wand and rushed in. Dumbledore had followed after, his own wand drawn. Peter was captured right away by the old wizard.
BANG!
"GAH! CURSE YOU, HARRY POTTER!" Voldemort cried out, spitting forth blood.
More gunshots ring out and Voldemort was shot in the knees and then in the chest a second time, this time piercing one of his lungs. Pops indicated more Aurors, including Kingsley Shacklebolt, have arrived, wands drawn.
"I hate this fucking tournament. Ever since I got thrown in against my will, I had the feeling something bad was going to happen in the end. I was right."
He levels the gun right at his forehead, pressing the barrel. He also made sure to keep his foot stomped down on his hand, making him lose grip of his wand.
"Gotta thank my girlfriend later for teaching me how to shoot."
BANG!
Harry blew a hole in the dark wizard's skull, sending brain matter scattered to the grassy ground.
And that was the end.
Voldemort's dead, mate.
Harry lowers the gun before pocketing it. He walks away, walks past the adults, and over to his visibly distraught girlfriend Hermione.
"Harry?"
He grabs her, plants a kiss on her lips, and then pulls her by the hand away from everybody, heading back to the castle.
"I'm done for today. I wanna lay down in bed with you."
Hermione was blushing vividly. "Okay, Harry." But she didn't object to the idea at all; in fact, she welcomes the upcoming snogging session.
"Albus... just what in the hell is going on?" asks Amelia, carefully examining the apparent corpse of a supposed-to-be-dead Dark Lord because Cornelius was too chicken shit to even come anywhere near it.
The poor old man had no earthly clue, however.
So, apparently, the power the Dark Lord knows not: a cap in the face by a 9mm pistol.