The first rays of sun rose over the sill of the windows, and both cast their spells in an almost simultaneous yell — Harry attempting to disarm Voldemort, and Voldemort attempting to murder Harry. The two spells collided with noise loud as a cannon blast and once again locked in priori incantatem- though it was short-lived. The Elder Wand, however, refused to harm its true master and flipped over, flying high toward its rightful owner. The rebounding Killing curse hit Lord Voldemort, and as his lifeless body hit the floor, his last memory was hogwarts: his only home, with the occupants cheering for Harry Potter, the boy who survived the Killing Curse once again.
Voldemort was lost, in eternal darkness, the thing he feared most having taken place- death. Maybe he shouldn't have taken the dark path, maybe he should have tried to be Tom marvolo riddle, the boy who was lost between his choices. Would he have been any better? For the first time in his life, He felt regret.
And what a difference it made.
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An Unlikely Friendship
FanfictionVoldemort has died, killed by a boy of 17, the boy who lived. When given second chance at life, but as a whole new person from the past, will the dark lord reign over the chosen one? or will they become the most unexpected set? A story of time trave...
