Dark Ascendancy | Tomarry

| The Final Confrontation

The night was dark and stormy as Harry led the Death Eaters to the secluded safe house where the Order of the Phoenix had gathered. Bellatrix was by his side, her excitement palpable.

"This is it, Potter," she whispered, a manic gleam in her eyes. "Tonight, we end them."

Harry's resolve was steely. He had made his choice long ago, and there was no turning back. "Let's move."

They surrounded the safe house, their wands at the ready. At Harry's signal, they stormed the building, catching the Order members by surprise. Spells flew in every direction as chaos erupted.

Harry fought his way through the melee, his eyes searching for familiar faces. He spotted Ron and Hermione, their expressions a mix of shock and determination.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione shouted, deflecting a curse aimed at her.

"I'm doing what I must," Harry replied, his voice cold and unyielding. "Surrender, and this can end without more bloodshed."

Ron stepped forward, his wand raised. "We'll never join you, Harry. You're on the wrong side."

Harry's heart clenched, but he didn't falter. "Then you'll leave me no choice."

The battle intensified. Harry dueled Ron and Hermione, their once-unbreakable bond now shattered. He was forced to fight with all his might, his skills honed by months of training under Tom's guidance.

Hermione cast a powerful spell, but Harry countered it with a swift, precise movement. "Expelliarmus!" he shouted, disarming her. Hermione's wand flew from her hand, and she fell to the ground, defeated.

Ron roared in fury, launching a barrage of spells at Harry. But Harry was faster, more ruthless. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Ron sprawling with a powerful Stupefy.

As Ron lay unconscious, Harry felt a pang of regret. But he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. He turned to Bellatrix, who had just finished off another Order member.

"It's done," Harry said, his voice grim.

Bellatrix cackled with delight. "Well done, Potter. The Dark Lord will be pleased."

They regrouped outside the safe house, the surviving Death Eaters victorious. Harry looked around at the aftermath, the bodies of his former friends and allies scattered on the ground. He felt a hollow emptiness, but also a grim satisfaction. He had done what was necessary.

Returning to the Ministry, Harry and Bellatrix reported their success to Tom. "The Order of the Phoenix is no more," Harry declared.

Tom's eyes glinted with approval. "You've done well, Harry. You've proven your loyalty beyond any doubt."

Harry nodded, his resolve unshaken. "For our vision, for our future."

Tom placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, his expression one of pride and satisfaction. "Together, we are unstoppable."

As they stood in the heart of their new empire, Harry knew that he had crossed a line from which there was no return. He had sacrificed everything for the sake of their vision. And with Tom by his side, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The dark path they walked was one of power and ambition, and together, they would shape the future of the wizarding world. The old Harry Potter was gone, replaced by a leader of the new order, bound to Tom Riddle by loyalty, ambition, and a shared destiny.