AN. Hey this story is the work of NaruAndHarrHaremFan with added aspects on my part.Thanks.
I do not in any way shape or form own Harry Potter...which in my opinion completely sucks 'cause J.K. Rowling is freakin rich.
"What are you?" asked Voldermort , he shook with fear as he stared into the emerald green eyes of his most hated enemy.
Fear. Deep down in the small mangled piece of soul that he had left over he felt fear. Fear of this scrawny, messy haired nuisance with eye's so much like his mother's. That he could stand time and again against, everything that he could throw at him, and not only survive, but overcome it all. What was it about this boy that made him able to do the impossible? He was snapped out his thoughts by the voice of his most hated obstacle.
"Broken," answered Harry in a small voice that filled all of the Great Hall. "I'm broken, and tired, miserable… But most of all I'm ready for you to die."
At these words the already silent warriors standing around them grew even quieter. All of them waiting with baited breath, wondering if today would be the day the war ended. Would the Dark Lord finally kill the light's beacon of hope, or would Harry rid the world of the monstrosity that stood before them now?
"That's big talk coming from such a weak boy," taunted Voldemort.
"I haven't been a boy since I stopped you and that stuttering idiot in first year. Today won't be any different," he said in a voice that didn't betray how little fight he had left in him. "Today I'm going to end you for good!"
"Ah yes," replied Voldemort as he started to circle like a shark, waiting for the perfect time to strike, Harry matching him step for step. "The year I failed to obtain the philosopher's stone. Let us be honest, that was more of me making a mistake and the incompetence of my servant, than of your doing."
"Really, because from where I'm standing all you seem to do is make mistakes."
"You're absolutely right," he spoke, surprising all in attendance. "When it comes to you I have made many mistakes, though not as many as you. My mistakes only set back my plans, yours end with those who care for you dead. How does it feel, knowing that you kill as many people with your mistakes as I do with a wand?
Hearing his words Harry couldn't help but flinch as the faces of those who had died fighting flashed, before his eyes, bringing with them the pain of knowing Volemort was right.
"Cedric, a boy with the whole world before him, dead because you. Fred, with his jokes and pranks bringing joy to all of those around him, killed because you wouldn't die. Ginny the first female Weasley in over three hundred years, life cut short while fighting for you. Hagrid the lovable half giant, who wouldn't hurt a fly, killed while looking for you when you pulled your disappearing act. Poor Siruis, who had suffered in Azkaban for twelve long years, dies coming to save you. Remus the misunderstood werewolf that had finally found love, died in battle while you were nowhere to be found. Nymphadora, mother to a newborn son, killed while looking for her dead husband. Dumbledore, leader of the light, champion of muggleborn and magical beings alike, died protecting you," Voldemort listed names, his smile and confidence growing, as he saw how each name cut Harry like the finest goblin steel. "Your latest mistake would be your biggest, wouldn't you agree? I must thank you though," he said in a mocking tone as he bowed to Harry, causing all those who had lost someone to growl, their hate for the red eyed man. "Without you it wouldn't have been as easy as it was to get rid of such filth."
"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH RIDDLE," screamed Harry, sounding as if he was tearing his vocal cords with each word. Not knowing that his magic was growing, as he yelled, pushing to break free, to make the monster, who had taken so much from so many, to make him pay for his crimes.
