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I'm done here.

The Prophecy has been completed. I don't owe anything to anyone else - Ron and Hermione decided that being friends with me was a mistake. They 'realised' that I am far too dangerous to be around them.

I couldn't care less if their bodies now lay rotting among the piles of dead that surrounded me. I guess I've never had any real friends.
No one will miss me.

Shooting a non verbal Incendio at Tom's body, I waited until all that was left were ashes and set to work on carving runes on the ground in a circle around me using a stray wand that lay on the ground beside me. I finished quickly, my hands working precisely and quickly - from fear of messing something up, I spent over a week memorising the shapes of the runes until I could draw them perfectly with my eyes closed.

I had everything I needed with me, all conveniently stored into an invisible diamond earring - I've had it for the past three years. The earring could be enlarged to form a trunk that has all the necessary things I will be using. Of course I cast a Notice Me Not charm on the earring and it only responds to my magical signature - no one else can see it or touch it.

I disposed of my wand, I knew I definitely wouldn't be needing it anymore.

Slipping a ritual knife out of one of the hidden pockets of my dirty and torn battle robes, I slashed down on one of my wrists until the edge of the knife hit the bone. Jerking it out, I attempted to slow down my breathing- and slashed down on the other wrist.
Doing my best to ignore the pain and the dizziness that was surely caused by the blood loss, I stumbled around the circle and let the blood drip onto the runes.

Collapsing back into the middle as soon as I finished, I watched - waiting for the right time to continue - as the blood was soaked up into the ground and took on the shapes of the different runes. As soon as this happened, I started chanting in Latin. The runes turned into a midnight black colour and I lost consciousness, knowing that if it worked all would be well - if it didn't.. Well I won't live to know what happened.

Dumbledore, Hermione and Ronald had just started running towards the circle when Harry disappeared from the face of the earth.

"HARRY!"

In an attempt to try and figure out the runes, Hermione put on a burst of speed but didn't get there in time, the runes vanished and a pile of ashes caught her attention.

"I think he defeated Voldemort.."
A gust of wind blew around them and scattered the grey flakes everywhere - revealing a white stick with a snake entwined around what looked like a handle, with tiny rubies glittering where the eyes should have been - Voldemort's wand.

Overcome by the anger she felt at Harry Potters recklessness, she reached down - her muscles tensed as they prepared to snap the wand in half.
"AGGH! What was that?" She shrieked, dropping the wand as a jolt of pain not that different from the Cruciatus ran up her arm.
"Considering that that wand belongs to Voldemort, I will not be surprised if we encounter a whole army of different wards that have been cast on this. Voldemort was always extremely paranoid, and a wand is extremely precious to a witch or wizard."
Levitating the wand, Dumbledore turn around and headed back to the castle, the magic visibly swirling around him was the only. outward sign of his anger. But no matter, he was Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Greatest wizard on the earth, he was sure that he could twist the story a little. After all, Potter is missing and he could use that to his advantage, after the successful defeat of Grindelwald, people would have no difficulty in believing that Dumbledore defeated Voldemort.