After settling one of his businesses, now was the time for the second business.
He sat down cross legged and closed his eyes as he tried to focus. In a moment, he was in his mindscape- the same gloomy and dark place.
Harry took a deep breath, and the next moment, it was like as if magic was responding to his will and a large amount of magic started to flow in his mindscape. The darkness in the mindscape started to fade as it was being replaced by an emerald coloured hue with Harry as the centre. This emerald coloured hue was nothing but Harry's magic.
Harry continued this process for few minutes and when he opened his eyes, the darkness was almost gone, and his mindscape was now dimly lit in an emerald hue.
Harry looked around his surrounding- he was now standing in the middle of a small expanse. The floor beneath his feet was made of rugged stones while the expanse in which he stood was the size of a Quidditch field.
But Harry's eyes remained focused towards one end of the expanse which was quite peculiar. A dark shadow like figure seemed to me made out of some mist was floating at this end. The figure was giving off an extremely chilly and eerie feeling and even the aura surrounding the figure felt heinous and corrupted.
Harry stepped forward, and in no moment, he appeared right in front of the figure, as if he had teleported. His eyes remained fixed on the figure as he gazed intensely at it.
"Come out," said Harry. "Voldemort."
His voice was followed by silence without any response. But moments later, the figure started to contort and a disgusting face emerged at the top of it.
The face was pale but was being overshadowed by the darkness within it. The facial features were almost negligible, but even so, its flat nose could not be ignored.
A contorted voice, like a screech from a radio as if it took a lot of effort to be produced, emerged from the figure, "Harry… Potter…"
"Voldemort," repeated Harry.
"The half-blood," mocked Harry with amusement in his eyes.
The figure shivered in rage, "You dare call me that…"
Harry chuckled, "Disgusted by your own identity, huh?"
The figure did not respond to this.
"How are you here? How do you have such control over your soul?" questioned Voldemort.
Harry again laughed, "Oh!! Voldemort…"
He did not answer Voldemort's question.
Voldemort again shivered in anger. He was being mocked. He was being ignored. Such humiliation.
He composed himself and then cackled in laughter. "Good for me, Harry Potter, that you arrived here."
"With you not having access to your mindscape… your projection of soul would not have been able to enter this place," said Voldemort. "In that case, it was almost impossible for me to take over your body."
"But now that you are here, it would be so easy to crush your soul and take over your body," he laughed like a maniac.
He did not wait for any response from Harry. The blackish figure shook violently, and a layer of black shadow emerged from it. It spread in all directions, covering the rugged surface of the mindscape, the atmosphere, everything.
Harry did not react immediately to this. The black shadow moved and reached Harry's legs as it started to climb over them.
Harry, at that moment, let out a deep sigh, and the black shadow, to its last shred vanished in an instant.
If the facial features of the figure had been clear, wide, protruding eyes could have been spotted on its face.
Its voice trembled in shock, "How?"
Harry chuckled, "Did you expect to have better control over my mindscape than me?"
"Voldemort," said Harry. "Your time is over."
"You think yourself as a great wizard but you are nothing more than a pathetic excuse," he mocked.
"You dare?" Voldemort contorted in rage.
Harry continued, "You had decades of experience… magical knowledge of almost every possible place in the world… tons of blood magic to increase your strength; but all that for what?"
"My mother, a fresh graduate from Hogwarts, with not even a fraction of knowledge that you possessed defeated you… vanquished you."
"Never," Voldemort roared.
"The ritual she designed, not only protected you but vanquished you too," he laughed. "You are a pathetic wizard, Tom Riddle."
"No… I will kill you," Voldemort roared as another wave of shadow erupted from its figure and moved towards Harry. But they vanished even before they reached Harry.
"The only power you had, Voldemort, was to fool people with your gullible words," Harry said. "To make them believe that you are the greatest wizard to ever walk on this planet."
"This is the only power you had," he mocked. "A rubbish of dark lord. You are a lie lord."
"You cannot even reveal your true identity as half blood," he laughed further enraging Voldemort.
"Potter…" Voldemort roared.
With this, Harry raised and pointed his index finger forward. The greenish hue of his magic, which was lingering in the air, started to compress and transformed to form a spear.
"Do not worry," he said. "Very soon, I will send all your pieces to you."
Harry then flicked his fingers, sending the spear flying towards Voldemort.
Voldemort stood no chance as the spear pierced Voldemort's figure, impaling him to the ground.
He screamed and screeched in pain but to no avail. The figure started to fade, and in no time, it completely disappeared.
The piece of horcrux in Harry's mind had been destroyed.
Harry smiled, and with another thought, he was back in the real world.
Harry stood up and walked near one of the wooden tools. He picked up the half-cracked mirror from the tool and gazed at his face in it.
Unsurprisingly, the scar on his forehead lacked its previous lustre and had dimmed in its appearance. It would take a few days, the normal healing period, and it would completely disappear.
"Now, all that I have to accomplish with priority," muttered Harry as he thought of what to do next.
"First of all, I need to get out of this hellhole and find a suitable place for me," he continued. "Potter Manor would be a good choice. Although I cannot make many changes to the manor before I take up the Lordship, it would still be a fine arrangement."
"Secondly, to decide some suitable punishment for the Dursleys."
"Also, Bertha Jorkins will be killed by the rat around this time soon. I think I can save her. She would be a good servant for me in the Ministry."
"Ah!! Peter, how I wish to capture and torture you immediately, but you must serve Voldemort so that my name comes out of the Goblet. Without it, I will need to wait for four years before I can take up the Black Lordship."
Harry continued his monologue and fine-tuned some of his plans.
After sorting some of his plans, he decided to start his first act, which was to claim Potter Manor and move into it.
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