❝I think the war changed me a lot, yeah. I hope you noted the sarcasm.❞
The Kingdom of the Magical folk had never been at rest ever since the birth of the Dark Lord. Constant wars and bloodshed had become children's bedtime tales.
One such gloomy d...
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The sickly green curse was, fortunately, not directed towards them but towards the group of Death Eaters. A loud yelp followed by a shout of 'Severus!' and everything resumed as if nothing happened. Ginny swallowed hard. Voldemort had killed Snape, who had gained the ownership of the Elder wand by the murder of Dumbledore.
That meant. . .
"I am, now, your King, the owner of the Elder wand!"
At his pronunciation, the fighting stopped. Every single breathing person on the grounds looked in confusion for none had been observing the trio.
"I really thought you could do better, Tom." Harry's silent voice resonated throughout the area, sending bizarre chills down Ginny's spine even if it was not directed towards her.
Voldemort's eyes blazed, fury held within them as he pointed his wand at Harry. "Confringo!"
"Protego!"
The shield that Ginny had managed to conjure nullified the spell and the battle began. It was two of the blazing Light against one of the withering Dark. Everything else faded to the background as lightning flashed against the sky. Harry rose his palm, a green aura emanating around it.
Spontaneously, an inferno of a huge serpent rose from the end of the elder wand: the fiendfyre curse. For an instant, Ginny thought she saw disbelief flash in Voldemort's eyes before he quickly replaced his wand.
"Aguamenti!"
Harry let lose his power at the same time as the Weasley's water charm, both unifying to form a suitable opponent for the serpent. It dissipated into nothing, but weakened both Harry as well as Voldemort for the substantial use of power and magic.
And that was the advantage that Ginny needed.
Placing her right foot forward, she started firing spells rapidly as if she were in an aiming tournament where the archer was told to hit a tired target with successive arrows. "Reducto! Immobulus! Stupefy!" Voldemort managed to block them but there always came a time when the human body could take no longer. "Expelliarmus!" With one last flourish of her wand and one last spell spoken, it was Voldemort's turn to be armless.
The Dark Lord fell to the ground just as the other Eaters started surrendering or Disapparating away. Cheers of the members of the Order filled her ears but she kept going; she walked to Voldemort, her eyes blazing with withheld amount of fury at all the damage the man had caused in order to get his hand on the kingdom.
"You are defeated, Voldemort. It was a yew against yew and yours let you down because it saw no potential in capturing a kingdom against the wishes of the people."
"Y-you are a girl. . ."
"The war changed me a lot, yeah. I hope you noted the sarcasm."
Voldemort sighed in repentance. With his yew wand lying far away from him, the Elder wand not obeying him perfectly and no sword, he had no escape. Nevertheless, Ginny kept her wand trained at him.
