“I’ve been waiting for this moment for years, my old professor,” Voldemort murmured, his wand pointed directly at Dumbledore. “I’ve often wondered what triumph would feel like. I am the greatest wizard of all time, and yet I’m always compared to you. Now they’ll have no one to compare me to.”
“Is that what all this is about?” Dumbledore shook his head. “I knew you always had your eyes set on fame, but that is just a tad bit over ridiculous.”
“If you have any respectable last words, spit them out now, old man.” He stepped forward. “You won’t have another chance.”
“Only one, actually,” Dumbledore responded, and he whipped out his wand. “Expulso!”
Voldemort ducked out of the way as a jet of light burst from Dumbledore’s wand. It hit the throne, which cracked into a hundred chunks. A cloud of dust rose from its remains, and Voldemort looked back at it with a snarl. “I liked that chair.”
“I liked Hogwarts the way it was,” Dumbledore snapped, raising his wand for another attack. “Things are changing all the time.”
“You will pay for that.” Voldemort straightened. “And to think I was going to kill you quickly.”
“I have no interest in mercy, anyway.” Dumbledore flicked his wand without a word, and an array of flames shot out of it, swirling around him like a protective shield. He started towards Voldemort, who brought up his own wand.
Like a fire hose, water whipped out of the wand towards Dumbledore. The flames were weakened, but Dumbledore wasn’t going to give up easily. With one swish of his wand, the water turned into ice. Before Voldemort could do anything about it, the ice burst apart into thousands of sharp pieces.
The ice-pieces floated in midair for a moment, then seemed to change course and speed towards Voldemort.
With a roar, Voldemort brought up his wand. The ice turned into sand and hit an invisible force field around him.
“You’re good, Tom,” Dumbledore praised. “Very good. Very skilled.”
“I had a good teacher,” Voldemort spat. “But even he can’t beat me now. I’m invincible.”
“Its best not to get too cocky,” Dumbledore scolded. “It only makes the loss harder.”
Voldemort glared and whipped his wand up. “Expelliarmus!”
Dumbledore’s wand practically leapt from his hand. Suddenly in a panic, he dove to catch it, just as Voldemort shouted, “Avada Kedavra!”
Everything afterwards was in a sort of slow motion. Dumbledore hit the ground, his wand falling back into his hands. A jet of green light shot towards him. He tried to duck out of the way, but not in time. The spell hit him and flung him backwards into the wall. The last thing he saw was Voldemort’s evil grin as it spread wider and wider across his pale face.
And then he died.
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