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Summary: What happens when Voldemort achieves immortality?
Notes: A one-shot off the top of my head. Written in about ten minutes.
It was nearly over. After a long, hard struggle, things were coming to a head. Death Eaters lay dead in droves and more still were out on the grounds, fighting for their lives against the forces of Light. But Harry, poor Harry, was currently tightly bound and propped up against a wall as Voldemort gloated.
"Finally," he said with undisguised glee. "You have failed, Potter. It all comes down to this. With this"—Voldemort held up a vial—"I will realize my dreams, and you'll be unable to stop me."
Harry struggled against his bonds, his face flushing unattractively. If looks could kill, anyone watching would have been certain the Dark Lord would die from the look Harry was giving his nemesis.
Voldemort let out a peal of high-pitched laughter and flipped the vial open. "I hope you enjoy this as much as I will, Potter," he said, then downed the potion in one swallow.
Harry struggled even harder, against all reason, then suddenly stopped and smiled.
Voldemort tilted his head to the side and blinked. "Is there a problem, little lion? Well, no matter. Perhaps I should just kill you now and be done with it. Or maybe, a little torture first." Voldemort raised his wand and said maliciously, "Crucio!"
Harry's smile broadened when nothing happened. He whispered under his breath, then slowly rose to his feet as his bonds fell away like dust. "I sincerely hope you enjoy immortality, Tom, considering the price you've paid for it."
"Crucio!" yelled Voldemort, his slitted eyes going wide.
"It's a funny thing, Tom, you not doing proper research. I take it you didn't know that potion would destroy your magic? I really, really hope you enjoy living forever, because the only thing that will bring you peace now is the Dementor's Kiss, and you're in no position to resist us taking you there." Harry raised one hand and pointed, then said, "Incarcerous."
Seconds later Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape stepped into the room smiling.