"Voldemort miscalculated? What does that mean?" When Harry said this, everyone except Dumbledore looked bewildered.
"Ah, now this is interesting." Harry wore a peculiar expression.
Voldemort was completely dead.
Having been personally erased by a deity, he could at least be said to have gone out with a bang.
But at first, Harry had been just as unable as everyone else to understand his bizarre actions before his death.
Now, however, he knew.
Before leaving, the King in Yellow had pushed a ball of silver light into Harry's head. It was what remained of Voldemort's shattered soul.
After that thing entered Harry's head, Harry gained some of Voldemort's memories.
He already possessed some of Voldemort's memories, but those were all from sixteen years earlier, contained in the soul fragment left behind when Voldemort had come to grief at his hands.
The remnants of Voldemort's soul he had now acquired, however, contained the vast majority of Voldemort's memories.
Those included the reasons for his final actions before his death, which had seemed utterly irrational to Harry.
At the time, Harry genuinely had not understood what Voldemort was thinking.
He had summoned a projection of the King in Yellow, and then Voldemort had actually channeled Alvasar's divine power down to confront the projection of his deity.
Harry had not understood, but he had been profoundly shocked.
The outcome had been plain to see: Alvasar's deity power had descended, only to prove utterly helpless against the King in Yellow's projection.
Harry had been unable to make sense of it then, but after acquiring the remnants of Voldemort's soul and his final memories, he understood-and then felt that the world was just too fucking funny.
Do not blame Harry for swearing. In a situation like this, there was simply no way to express his