Legacy of Harry Potter

November 1994

Hogwarts' Grounds

Voldemort let out a deep sigh as he raised his wand for one last showdown.

This time it was no complex motions… no complex and strange wand weaving. Voldemort jabbed his wand towards Harry Potter and it felt as if the whole aura surrounding Voldemort shifted.

All the oppressive, evil and the corrupt feelings radiating from his vanished without a trace. The black mist surrounding Voldemort also vanished. It was if Voldemort had gone through a rebirth and washed away all his sins.

Following his jab, a massive wave of white illumination erupted from Voldemort. The illumination was so bright that almost everyone had to momentarily close their eyes.

After the blinding illumination, the space behind Voldemort started to twist and churn. In front of the astonished eyes of everyone present including Dumbledore, who had remained calm till now has his eyebrows raised, with a loud crack the space itself shattered.

4 cracks around the size of a Quidditch Quaffle formed behind Voldemort, two on his each side.

Voldemort jabbed his wand once more time and like water flowing from a dam, waves of magic erupted from the cracks racing towards Harry.

Those waves were not any charm, dark arts or any kind of spell for that matter. Those waves were unadulterated… pure magic.

Along with his dark mark, this piece of magic was something whose greatness even Harry had to admit. In any spell casting, no wizard or witch dealt with pure and raw magic. They using the spell transformed the magic as per the requirements. Controlling pure and raw magic was an almost impossible task.

Voldemort genius was at show when he unleashed those waves of raw magic. His waves could not be really countered. Neither by some form of magical shield or a physical shield. This raw magic had the capacity to bypass all kind of things except one thing… raw magic itself.

For any other wizard, these waves would have sentenced them to death. But unfortunately, Voldemort's opponent was Harry.

The knowledge and the legacy he had inherited was greater than Voldemort could have imagined.

"Let us end this, Voldemort," Harry muttered softly yet it echoed in the entire Hogwarts' ground.

With a will from Harry, immense magical pressure erupted Harry forcing everyone staggering- the crowd, Minerva and Amelia few steps back. Large cracks appeared on the powerful Hogwarts' wards covering the arena.

Emerald green coloured magic… raw magic started to erupt from Harry. Harry appeared to be some divine being bathed in divine magic.

The magic erupting from Harry started to coalesce together to form a structure. In an instant, a massive phantom of pure magic resembling the torso of Harry formed behind Harry.

The torso was almost 30 feet in high and almost 15 feet in width. It had both his hands held closed to its chest and in those hands was a massive sword almost 15 feet in length.

Voldemort's eyes widened in fear… all his arrogance and hope on his trump card shattered. He could see death approaching.

Having no other option, he tried to flee but he found that under Harry's immense magical pressure, he was unable to even move a muscle.

The phantom raised the sword vertically up in the air and made a cleaving motion.

"Harry Potter…" roared Voldemort. "You cannot kill me… I will return back."

The sword collied with Voldemort's waves but the waves shattered like pieces of paper. With the same momentum, the sword struck the ground and the entire Hogwarts' ground shook at the impact.

Dust and debris rose sky high in the air.

When the dust finally settled, a massive trench was revealed. The ground of the arena had been split open and a trench of more than 10 feet deep and 30 feet long had been formed.

Nowhere was Voldemort to be found. He had been completely obliterated and not even a trace of him had remained.

The entire audience was dumbstruck into silence. The level of attack from Harry Potter was something they had never even dared to imagine. With another attack, Harry could have obliterated them all in one go in entirety.

All those people who had opposed or mocked him even once felt their throat go dry.

Harry suppressed his magic and the phantom vanished but its lingering effect on the subconsciousness would not vanish in a lifetime.

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