He-Who-Vanquished (I) [Chapter 237]

Harry liked the fear on Voldemort’s face, and while Voldemort was most certainly listening to him, most of his mind was occupied with pain. No… That wouldn’t do. He wanted Voldemort to be clear-headed for the next part. He wanted Voldemort to understand his situation and drown in true despair.

“You are afraid… That’s good” Harry said with a nod of his head and the wooden spike inside Voldemort’s shoulder finally stopped expanding. Harry even lifted his foot from Voldemort’s arm to relieve him from the extra pain, and as soon as he did that, Voldemort tried to Disapparate, but much to his horror, he failed.

“Did you really think that I would confront you half-cooked?” Harry asked with an amused grin. He even tried to activate the Portkey he was hiding in his pocket, but that too failed, leaving him estranged on hostile grounds.

“Are you done gloating?” Amelia decided to interrupt in a bland tone.

“No, not really? Do you need a hand there old lady?” Harry asked innocently and the next moment, he moved his head to the side to dodge a painful Hex. “Calm down, let me deal with him first” Harry said as he jerked his head toward Voldemort, who was obviously planning something nefarious.

Amelia stared at the man for a few moments with pure hatred in her eyes before she huffed and decided to tend to her wounds… She wasn’t a Healer by any means, but she could get by. Nodding his head in satisfaction, Harry turned toward Voldemort and that was when someone tried to attack the Protego Diabolica barrier.

The flames lashed out at the attacker, but Harry forcefully held them back from killing anyone. He didn’t want to kill any of them, at least, not yet. So, he decided to let them go with some minor burns. They were going to die, eventually… “Avada Kedavra!” Someone snarled from outside and Harry was forced to pull Amelia aside to move her out of the way.

|These dumbasses can’t even aim correctly| Harry seethed internally.

|Or maybe, he was aiming for Amelia in the first place| Lily helpfully pointed out.

“Crucio!” “Avada Kedavra!” “Imperio!”

Voices rang out from outside the flaming ring and before Amelia could start mouthing off, Harry started to move her again through the air. It seems that the Spells were once again coincidentally aimed at her… Maybe they have realized that Harry was trying to protect Amelia, so they decided to attack her in an attempt to distract her.

|Maybe, you have a point…| Harry trailed off with a growl. |Fuck them!| Harry snarled inside him and stopped holding back the flames. The Death Eaters were probably getting ideas because they were getting off rather easily. Another scream rang out from outside the ring, but this time, the scream was filled with anguish.

A Death Eater was turned into ash followed by a few more and only after that, the Death Eaters started to run away… Well, nobody ever said that Death Eaters were loyal. Maybe, Voldemort would learn a lesson not to trust his sycophants. Harry could practically feel his rage emanating from him from where he stood.

When Harry was certain that the Death Eaters were gone, he decided to lower Amelia to the ground… The woman looked around before deciding to thank him. “Thank you” Amelia said in a grateful tone, While she hated being handled like that, she hated dying even more.

“No problem” Harry simply waved her off before staring at Voldemort with a grin tugging his lips. “Looks like your dogs ran away? Now, what are you going to do, Tommy?” Harry asked in a mocking tone, but Voldemort simply glared at him, but there was a hint of fear and concern in his eyes.

“What no witty comeback?” Harry asked, looking sullen.

“Do your worst, just remember, I will do worse to you” Voldemort vowed, trying to look strong.

“Believe me, I intend to… By the time, I am done with you, you will be begging to die” Harry promised in return before he tucked away his Wand, but Voldemort didn’t lower his guard. The next moment, Harry’s hand started to glow with a green aura, and before Voldemort could react, Harry rushed at him and slammed down his glowing hand on his chest.

Voldemort immediately started to scream like his whole body was on fire… Harry slowly backed away with a satisfied smile on his face.

“What did you do to him?” Amelia asked, looking curious.

“Wait a bit” Harry answered and simply decided to wait… Voldemort continued to scream and thrash around for the next few moments before he finally slumped down on the ground… “What did you do to me?” Voldemort hissed out with some difficulties. While there was some anger on his face, fear and anguish were the most prominent.

“Nothing much, I simply placed a brand on your Soul… Now, no matter where you go, I will be able to track you. Even if you lose this body, and make a new one, the brand will stay… There will be no place for you to hide, you won’t get any reprise and you will be looking over your shoulder all the time” Harry revealed with a cruel grin on his face.

Voldemort’s eyes grew wide in fear… What Harry didn’t reveal was the fact that he also sneaked a Sigil of the Lost onto Voldemort and through that mark, he would be taking a look inside his mind. After all, Harry needed to locate the Horcruxes. Harry was certain that Voldemort would be moving them as soon as he could, but at the end of the day, it wouldn’t matter since Harry would pick the new location from his mind.

“That’s perfect!” Amelia exclaimed, looking really giddy. While she didn’t like Harry too much, she hated Voldemort more and it was really hard to keep hating Harry, especially when he was such a nice boy.

“I know, right?” Harry asked with a grin before grinning at the horrified-looking Voldemort. “Now, let’s see what you are going to do, Tommy?” Harry asked in a mocking tone before opening a portal right under Voldemort. “Goodbye” Harry waved at the man as he slipped into the portal.

Meanwhile, Voldemort found himself falling inside a shit pit… Voldemort started to flail around and scream, but he started to choke when something went into his mouth…