Harry cut him off again. "You're so great couldn't kill a toddler. Now you're going to pontificate to us on how great you are," Harry laughed. "You're nothing…you threw away the love your mother gave you." Harry said and I gave my blood willingly making you my servant!" Harry laughed again. "Now kneel before me!"
Voldemort Screamed and tried to overcome the magic of the blood, but it would not be denied. He knelt before Harry in total submission. "He croaked out. "What is thy bidding my master?" Harry stood tall. "You will order your followers to stand down." The Aurors encircling the grave yard were amazed they walked in and took the few death eaters into custody with out a single spell fired.
Harry looked in the red eyes of his nemesis. "You will now submit yourself to justice, and accept the justice handed down to you." The hate in Voldemorts eyes was palpable but the magic of the blood forced him to submit. As the Aurors approached him, he couldn't take the submission. He screamed. "I shall resurrect even more powerfull than before." He pointed his wand at his heart. "Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort fell by his own hand, His body lay there lifeless. His followers began falling dead, screaming as they held to the dark mark on their arms. This was happening all over Brittan and the continent.
Back at Hogwarts the fake Moody was screaming holding his arm. The life was fading from him quickly and painfully. The polyjuice wore off as he had no magic to support it. His father ran over and held him in his arms as he breathed his last. Draco was holding Hermione as she cried with worry for Harry.
Neville was completely lost as what was happening as a group of Aurors Port keyed onto the grounds dragging the dead with them. Voldemort was unceremoniously thrown to the ground Along with Peter (Wormtail) and four others. Three students from Slytherin ran to the bodies of their dead parents, with tears and screaming.
The ministry officials were in shock, word from the ministry it self was there were over eighty dead on the site, all were purebloods.
There were calls for Aurors from all over Brittan people were dead in family Manors, and homes. Knockturn Alley was littered with bodies and a few were in Diagon Alley as well.
The next Day the Wizengamot was called into emergency session. Less than one third of members attended the rest had perished in the purge of Voldemort.
The Office of the Angel of Death
Tom Marvolo Riddle sat in a stiff plastic chair wondering where he could be. A young looking blonde woman called his name. He stood in anger. "Don't call me by my filthy muggle father's name!" Death walked out of his office, pointed a long boney finger at him.
"Tom sit down and shut up you are over thirteen years late!"
Voldemort tried to pull his wand it wasn't there, he tried to direct his magic it was gone. He sagged in defeat and with a small voice asked. "Where am I?"
Death let out a throaty laugh. "You are in the offices of death. Your judgment will come down soon and you will receive the reward for your life."
Voldemort Looked completely confused. "My Horcruxes I'm Immortal." He said softly.
Death laughed again. "They were all destroyed, and then you killed yourself. I can't think of better justice!"
Voldemort looked at death. "How…Who?"
Death just looked him in the eye and said two words that would reverberate in the soul of Tom Riddle for his eternity in hell. "Harry Potter!"