Chapter One: The Battle of Hogwarts
Harry took small, shallow breaths as he attempted to remain motionless in Hagrid's arms. He glanced ahead every now and then through his eyelashes to see what was happening. Suddenly, they lurched to a stop. Harry stopped breathing in fear of being caught. He was lowered to the ground at the feet of Lord Voldemort as he proclaimed his victory over the Boy Who Lived to the few remaining light fighters.
As the first screams of denial hit the air. Most likely from Ginny, Harry thought cynically. Couldn't she tell that he had never liked her? That he was gay?...This is not the time for this, Harry angrily scolded himself. He jumped to his feet, over compensating due to his injuries, and went flying sideways as a result. He came to a rest in front of Greyback's corpse. Quickly (and painfully) getting to his feet, Harry's leg twinged sharply, along with his ribs, as he was reminded of the damage that he had already sustained earlier in the battle. Already, he was feeling faint from blood loss and the uncontrollable tremors caused by overuse of the cruciatus were setting in.
Harry raised his wand, facing Voldemort and staring into the intense glare of those red eyes. He was sure that this fight would be his last. He had suffered far too many injuries to duel properly, even with the five years of intense training under his belt. Maybe it won't be so bad, thought Harry. At least I would be able to see Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Mum, Dad, Tonks, and even Snape. I already miss the old bastard. Sirius did say that is wouldn't even hurt...
Meanwhile, Lord Voldemort was sizing him up. His snakelike nostrils flared, the only indication of his surprise of Harry's continued existence.
"Back again for more, Potter?" He taunted, launching a lightening fast Cruciatus at him.
Harry threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the painful curse. The two began a fantastic duel, Harry showing off all of his skill and knowledge learned over the past five years. Even so, he was hit again and again, each curse leaving him weaker than the last. Voldemort was just too strong for Harry this time. And there would be no escape. No running to fight another day or whatever that Muggle saying is, Harry randomly thought.
Just as his vision was fading, Harry cast one last desperate "Expelliarmus". The weak charm was intercepted by Tom's latest attack, a dark green curse pulsing with bolts of violet electricity. They fused together and slammed into Harry's chest in a show of brilliant white light, sending him into the bliss of unconsciousness. The last thing Harry saw was the corpse of Greyback, staring at him with hungry eyes. His last thought, Will I have to see him, too?