Harry's POV
Right when he was done charming the castle for the night, Harry got a mirror call from Sirius. They were needed at the Ministry as soon as they could get there. So, they met at the Shack and Harry poofed them to the atrium. Madam Bones was waiting for them, with a man they really couldn't see.
"Thank Merlin, you're here," Amelia said, grabbing Harry's robe and hurrying him to the elevators.
"What's up?" the teen replied, not fighting her in the least.
"The Unspeakables were alerted to someone sneaking into the Department of Mysteries. They captured him and found Lucius Malfoy being possessed by You-Know-Who. Since the prophecy says he must die at your hand, we want you to be the one to push him through the Death Veil." She dragged him out of the elevator, and to the Death Room. "We're going to have a talk about trust issues when this is done," she snapped at him as she thrust him in the room.
"What did I do?" the confused teen asked. He trusted her, she was one of the few that he did trust.
"Later, for now do what you're told. We want to get this done before the workers start showing up," she insisted, pointing to the people in the room.
Harry looked where she was pointing and had to laugh. There were five men in red, holding wands to a bald Malfoy Senior in front of an arch with a billowing cloth. The man was chained so bad he couldn't even talk. That didn't stop the face on the back of his head from screaming that he was going to win, and that he had done things that no one had ever done to gain immortality.
"Voldy, nice to see you again, arsehole. I thought you would have died with that pitiful man you had try to bring you back, pity," Harry said cheerfully, waving at the face. He looked to the Veil and got a niggling at the back of his head.
"Fool, you will never win against me," Voldemort snarled around the chains blocking his face.
"I don't plan to kill you," the teen wizard said brightly, coming up with an idea out of nowhere. His crew started scrambling to see if it was viable. Scenario after scenario were run to see if they could pull it off. Using everything they knew about blackholes as a template. The Veil should be the same, right? "I'll even let you live forever," he confessed, making the room around him gasp. A few wands even pointed in his direction. He threw a wink to Bones and continued. "Well, maybe not live, per se, but you will exist." He had no idea where this idea was coming from, but he liked it.
"Potter, you don't have the power to grant such a boon. If you do then you should join me, and we'll take over and rule these weak wizards," the face tried to cajole. He could use someone who could grant him immortality on his side. Thoughts were racing through his head on how he could manipulate the boy to doing what he wanted. "I could give you your parents," he offered. "No one has studied death more than me. Not even these pitiful wizards here in the DoM."
"Do you take me for an idiot? Never mind, don't answer that," he said as he dug Dumbledore's wand out of his TARDIS bag, which he had had with him at Hogwarts to help with the prank. For some reason it just felt like this was the wand to use for this event. "Anyway, hold on just a second and I'll grant your desire." He conferred with his crew and came up with the magic he would need to get this done. He hit himself in the head for not thinking of it sooner, but then again, he hadn't really cared before. It was up to the adults in this world to take down the bad guy, not his.
Still, here he was with ole Voldy right in front of him and now he could end it all. So, he stood next to the Veil and pointed his wand to the prisoner. "Soul join," he incanted simply and waited.
A few moments later, two wisps of smoke came floating through the walls and slammed into Malfoy, making him jerk with impact. Voldemort screamed as his soul pieces fused with his wraith. He tried to leave, but the chains were magic nulling. He cursed his follower for not being more careful and threatened dire things to the man's family. Lucius paled at the thought that his son and wife would suffer for his arrogance. Everyone could hear him begging for forgiveness even though his voice was muffled.
"Eject," the dark-haired teen smirked and painfully pulled the spirit out of Malfoy through the chains that bound him. He made sure to put the spirit in one of his ghost bubbles, just like the one he had used on the Bloody Baron. Once more causing Voldemort to think this boy would be useful. "There you go," our hero said to the specter, "all joined together. Feels funny, doesn't it? Missing more than half your soul. Well, you should be used to it by now, but here's the deal. I'm going to give you an overwhelming desire to search for the rest of your soul for all of eternity. You'll never find it, of course. It's gone, but you'll still look."
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