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February 15, 2004

Harry Potter Fan Fics

Voldemort knew he was going to win.

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He was going to win. He could feel it in the borrowed blood pulsing through his veins, in the steady beating of his stolen heart, in the energized movement of his possessed body.

The hour of truth had come. He was going to be the true conqueror in this battle.

In front of him stood his opponent; green eyes breathing fire, his mouth promising death.

Yet, he did not listen. This was the battle of the best.

He was sure he was going to win even as he fell over and took his last breath.

Lord Voldemort was no more.
 
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