Harry Potter felt the cold embrace of Tom Riddle seniors' tombstone, something, he swore to himself he would never feel again. The fourteen year old had slowly but surely become annoyed with the resurrected Dark Lord's grandiose speech about the purity of blood and his younger counterparts' imminent demise.
Finally, the Gryffindor spoke, "Tom, if you’re done with your absolutely horrendous political campaign speech, would you be so kind as to tell me what time it is?"
"I am Lord Voldemort!" Voldemort called out, scowling furiously, before schooling his features and clearing his throat, "very well, I shall grant your last request." The former dead man raised his wand before calling out the time incantation, "Tempus!"
Harry chuckled softly, "Tom, you and your little horde better start running..."
"And why exactly should we do as you say, boy?" A voice Harry recognition as Lucius Malfoy spat in utter hatred.
As Harry started speaking, everyone in the vicinity noticed the young man's voice becoming deeper and his body began growing, "Can’t you see the sun coming?"
Just as Potter asked his question, the Death Eaters and their fearless Lord suddenly felt an extreme heat consuming the area.
“What’s going on?!“ One death eater called out.
“I don’t know! Master! What is going on?!“ A female death eater questioned deliriously.
Snapping his head towards the younger man, Voldemort roared in fury, “I demand you tell me what you’re doing Potter! What is this?!”
In response, Harry laughed, he laughed and laughed in a very gentle but very condescending tone.
“Are you going to attack are you just going to stand there?”
Finally mustering up the courage, many of the death eaters started shooting killing curses at him, only for him to dodge with ease. Voldemort called for them to stop, but they kept firing, unaware of what was coming.
“I don’t believe we’ve ever properly met Tom, I am the lion sin of pride: Harry Potter. I offer you this one opportunity: run and never return, or, you can face the end of the Divine Axe Rhitta. either way, you will face the might of the sun.”
Harry reached out towards the rising Sun. A sharp whistling could be heard, as a single handed behemoth of an axe landed in Harry’s left hand. Already bored, Harry jumped on top of the angel statue’s head and said, “I feel disgusted by having someone weaker than me looking down on me, forgive me as a kill your men.”
With that, the heads of Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy and the unidentified witch fell to the ground away from their bodies.