'Just another crime that old man has never had to answer for until now,' thought Harry with quiet rage as he stood up.
He took one more look around the room and took a deep breath, before he walked out into the hallway. It was a dark, dreary walk through the empty halls of the house. Hallways once lined with portraits of his ancestors were bare, since all the portraits were now stored in his hidden trunks. Even the magical light fixtures had been removed by Harry. He would leave nothing behind that could possibly be of sentimental value.
Eventually, he found himself in the entrance hall, and walked down the grand marble staircase. He sorely wished he could have had the chance to have made a family in this house. It was a warm, loving environment here, completely opposite to the one time he had seen the interior of the Malfoy estate, with its dreary and forbidding stone walls and old-world dungeon-like fires everywhere.
Even companionship had been denied to him. The two times he had dated a woman, they had both been assassinated. One by Voldemort, the other time by Dumbledore. The bodies of Susan Bones and Nymphadora Tonks had once been buried here at a secluded part of his estate. He had since moved their graves to a peaceful garden at his new safe house. He wouldn't dare allow their eternal rest to be disturbed by the explosion he was about to create.
He walked to the center of the hall and stopped. This was it, the vast trap arrays were skillfully hidden, and the method to ignite the bombs were under the pressure switch floor panel he had just stepped upon. All he needed to do was bait his enemies into the hall.
After one last look around the room, he concentrated on the wards, and quickly collapsed the one barrier that protected the path from the main gate that lead to the front door. With the manner he used to remove it, the arresting Aurors would have no means to tell that Harry deliberately lowered the barrier instead of it having failed on its own. He had, after all, slowly lowered this barrier bit by bit over the past few days to make it seem like they were making progress.
The rest of the wards were active, and he could feel the presence of the intruders as they jogged up the path. He inwardly seethed at what he felt. They were all useless. All of them were nothing to him. Barely any of them had a magical core bigger than a Hogwarts fifth year. It was obvious Dumbledore had scraped the bottom of the barrel for this group.
And speaking of Dumbledore, his presence was the hardest to miss. He was in the lead group, obviously trying to give the impression that he was the fabled Light Lord he always made himself out to be by leading the charge. Harry couldn't help but chuckle, since this was the first time Dumbledore had been on the front-line of a wizard war or engagement since the late 1970's.
The front door to the house smashed open, and wizards began to pour into the room. None of them fired, none of them did anything except to circle the room. Harry knew Dumbledore wouldn't be able to resist giving some sort of speech, so he allowed himself to be encircled. It wasn't like Harry had anything to fear, since he currently stood in a magical dead zone that extended five feet in every direction from him. If a spell was fired at him, it would dissipate before it even got close to him. Even the killing curse couldn't pass through the magical void.
While the minions scurried forth into the room, Albus Dumbledore was the last, despite being one of the first there. He obviously didn't want to engage in a firefight that might cost him his life as he entered, so he allowed his hand-picked troops to enter first.
He walked in with a twinkling gleam to his eye, which belied the pitifully fake look of disappointment he now had aimed at Harry. "Harry, my boy. I'm afraid the chase ends here. Your parents would be ashamed at what you've done."
Harry knew this was just Dumbledore baiting him, so he didn't bother responding. He felt the wards once more through the one sliver of magic he had allowed through the dead zone, and found that everyone in the attacking group had entered the room. It was time to end this.
Harry gave a quick mental command, and activated the primary trap array under his foot. Instantly, every person in the room found themselves unable to move. Dumbledore's eyes widened in an act of surprise, which very quickly transitioned to fear.
"Did you actually think I was going to let you just waltz in here, Albus?" Harry asked conversationally. He was honestly amused and even disappointed how easy this was. There wasn't any challenge at all.
"I know you can't speak Dumbledore because of my trap, so I won't bother with some long-winded dialogue." He then spoke aloud, looking at everyone in the room who had their eyes glued to Harry, "Just know that everyone here in this hall, and every one of your backup troops outside…"
"…are all about to die."
Harry stepped off of the panel in the floor, and everyone heard an audible click, which began the countdown. Harry made a sigh of relief knowing that everything was about to go off without a hitch. "You have roughly thirty seconds to make your peace with your god, old man."
And with that final comment, Harry shadow walked out of his family estate.
Thirty seconds later, a circular half-mile area of Wales suddenly erupted in a blinding flash of light. Over five-hundred Witches and Wizards were vaporized instantly, including Albus Dumbledore, the famed self-proclaimed Leader of the Light.
And in America, in a secluded cabin stocked with provisions and under heavy wards, a silent beacon beeped the acknowledgment that the bomb had indeed gone off.
Yet the wizard that should have been there never arrived. In fact, the Wizard named Harry Potter was never seen on Earth again.