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Henry jumped out of the way just in time.
Panic.

'CRUCIO!' Riddle screamed. Henry ducked from the
torturing curse and ran, a string of cussing flooding out of him.
'INCARCEROUS!' He barely dodged that one.
'EXPELLIARMUS!' The disarming spell was blocked by
a non-verbal shield. Henry had completely forgotten Riddle was
a master at that. Curses followed him as he ran and ducked. The
chamber was an open structure, giving him fewer and fewer
options to hide. He was close to hyperventilation. He could feel it,
each breath shortening and becoming more rapid. He had to do
something. Anything. Now.

The structure he was hiding behind started to collapse.
He ran out from beneath, with bated breath, turned directly to
Riddle's form.

'AVADA KEDAVRA!' he shouted. A moment before the
green light reached Riddle's form, Henry saw his eyes widen. His
own eyes weren't much different.

And then Riddle's eyes glazed over. A moment of silence
rang for what felt like hours. Henry slumped over with a shaking
sigh. Riddle was dead. Was he dead? Yes. Tom Marvolo Riddle
was dead. Riddle was dead before there even was a Dark Lord
Voldemort. It was done. There would be no war, no genocide, no
more loss in the wizarding world.