Disclaimer:

I wish I could tell you I truly own Harry

I'd tumble in money, acting quite merry.

But the reality is, I'm quite broke and quite hungry

That's why I write fanfictions for no freakin' money!

Now that I've rambled, I must come to the point

I'm not J.K. Rowling--so sorry to disappoint!!

"Crucio!"

An unbearable pain flooded through Harry's petite frame. His body convulsed helplessly against the headstone, where he had landed as his legs fell away from underneath him. He couldn't control his own body anymore. His small limbs jerked helplessly, and he curled into himself. He couldn't stand it anymore! It felt as if a million volts of electricity were coursing through his form. He just wanted the pain to stop...

A minute slowly passed, or maybe it had only been a few seconds. It felt like it had been a lifetime since the unendurable pain had begun. Then, suddenly, Voldemort lifted the curse from Harry, and his mind slowly became his own again. Sweat rolled from his pale forehead as Harry tried to make sense of his surroundings. Where was he? What was he doing? But his thoughts were too scattered, and his vision remained clouded.

His body was wracked with violent spasms, until Harry felt a sudden warmth center in his chest. Vivid images arose within Harry of a boy being yanked against a stone and harshly tied down. Of an ugly baby being lowered into a huge cauldron. A ritual...bone, flesh, and...blood! His blood! Voldemort was back! He had to get out of here! The warmth in his chest gave a jolt and started to expand. Harry moaned softly, and his head flew back against the gravestone, bearing his neck in a sensuous, but almost painful motion.

The night was ringing with the laughter of Voldemort's faithful followers, but Harry was immune to this. Something was burning through his body, quickly building up, but still trapped. It was searching for a way to escape. Harry tried to push it back underneath his skin. He wanted to keep this feeling forever!

What was this power seething underneath his skin?! It was unlike anything Harry had ever felt before--so strong, teeming with strength, pulsing with...magic? His magic, but not like he had ever used it before. It pounded through his veins, reverberating throughout his brain, causing a mad rush of ecstasy to flood through his senses. The force was taking over his body, and he loved it!

Finally unable to be contained any longer, it burst from his body, and a blinding flash of neon green lit the graveyard, making Voldemort and his Death Eaters fling their arms up to shield their eyes. After a span of ten seconds, the light was inexorably pulled to its source, like metal to a magnet. Wisps of green mist slowly wafted through the air, speeding up faster and faster the closer it came to Harry's still form. It crashed in wave upon unrelenting wave over his skin, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. As Voldemort's red eyes narrowed in surprise and anger, the haunting glow coalesced in wispy tendrils around Harry's form, prickling along his skin and causing an electrifying reaction. It felt as if Harry could do anything!

Harry's face tilted upward and glowing green eyes locked with red. Voldemort couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear along his spine that flooded straight to his blackened heart. The build-up of energy around Harry's lithe frame brightened and condensed, lifting his messy jet black locks to float in a nonexistent breeze. Robes fluttered gently around Harry's legs as he took several steps closer to Voldemort.

"You will not get away this time, Tom. Your death is long overdue."

Looking like some beautiful, avenging angel, Harry effortlessly flung out an arm in the direction of Voldemort, the power of his magic at his command. He wanted the power to destroy Voldemort once and for all, and his magic obeyed immediately. In a moment, everything was all over. The bright green manifestation of Harry's magic stretched outward, engulfing Voldemort. A high-pitched scream was heard, and then nothing at all. When the light faded away, nothing remained of Tom Riddle but a pile of ash already being swept away in the wind.

Gasps of surprise and horror resounded around Little Hangleton's graveyard as the Death Eaters took in the scene. Their leader had been killed by a young boy! They tensed and started to make a grab for their wands, but a warning glance from the still glowing boy made them think twice. As whips of green began to lash out toward them, the Death Eaters scrambled over tombstones and quickly apparated away.

Harry stood there, head lowered and breathing heavily. Slowly, the light around him began to fade and his hair fluttered to rest back on his shoulders. A sharp sigh escaped his lips, expelling his breath forcefully from his body; his body gave a sharp jerk, and Harry closed his eyes as he crumpled to the ground. He was so tired...he would only close his eyes...for a little bit...He would just take a short nap, and when he woke up, he promised himself to take Cedric's body back to Hogwarts. Not now...later...yeah, later...