Harry prepared to face Voldemort, his heart filled with determination. He would not go down without a fight. He would stand tall, face the storm, and emerge victorious. For he was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, and he would not be defeated so easily.
To annihilate Voldemort completely, one must obliterate all seven Horcruxes. Jon's hellfire, capable of incinerating souls, was futile against Voldemort, whose soul was not totally within him.
And what followed would be the first and the very last time I ever experienced such physical agony in my life. Fatal electrocution is a pain that cannot be described even by the dead. It's a pain you cannot put into words. But safe to say, that is what happened.
In preparation of going to a world like Pirates of The Caribbean, Siri prepaired a frigit for me that looks much like the ship from treasure planet, a ship that could be sailed over the water or flown in space without too obvious drive systems.
The Denmother was waiting in her tent with some tea when a familiar face walked in her red eyes, black hair tried back in a loose pony tail, her fair skinned mature body in a shallow cut red and black dress with black shorts along with loose black thigh high leggings to match her black heels carrying a katana with a large modified sheath this the current chief of the Branwen tribe Raven Branwen. The Denmother spoke first in a respectful tone.
A second chance in Remnant. (RWBY Fan-Fic) DROPPED!
[ Description: An ability from Medaka Box Verse that allows a person to re-open any wound ever inflicted on someone, no matter how old. This ability extends not only to physical wounds, but to mental wounds as well, allowing them to leave their victims in a state of mental breakdown. It cannot be stopped by suppressants, or even her own death.