The wizarding world was starting to disintegrate. People were closing shops, going into hiding, disappearing, or just turning up dead. Witches and wizards were afraid of the Dark Lord so they took off without considering the options. People didn't consider a teenager named Harry Potter, who had to live with the weight of the world on his shoulders since he was a baby. Harry was surrounded by friends who loved him, and yet he felt alone because he carried the biggest burden of all: killing Lord Voldemort. Voldemort and the Death Eaters had terrorized the wizarding world and Harry had enough of this. He was tired of waiting for Voldemort to come to him, so Harry had brought the fight to Voldemort.
Harry did bring the fight to Voldemort and in fact, the two had been fighting for what seemed like hours to Harry. In reality, it had only been a few minutes, but Harry was covered in cuts and bruises while Voldemort looked unscathed. Harry knew Voldemort was winning. He could feel Voldemort gaining in on him with every spell. Every spell he came closer and closer to destroying the boy known as Harry Potter. Harry wasn't going to give up though. He had to carry on for everyone: his parents, Cedric, Sirius, Dumbledore, and all of his friends who had helped him. He wasn't going to let this monster destroy the one world he came to know and love.
Harry and Voldemort continued dueling. Every time a curse was used, the wands connected in Priori Incantatem. "Give it up Potter. You have nothing to live for." Voldemort said.
"There are some things worth fighting for!" Harry shouted, angry that this monster acted as if he knew Harry.
"Ah yes, your Ginny Weasley?" Voldemort questioned.
Then, Voldemort said a couple of words, flicked his wand, and Ginny Weasley appeared before them. He grabbed her and grasped his hand around her neck. His wand was pointed at her chest in preparation to kill her. "You leave her out of this!" Harry shouted, looking on with fear.
"Why would I do that Potter, when I can watch you suffer even more?" Voldemort questioned, tightening his grasp on Ginny's throat.
Ginny winced in pain. She could barely breathe and Voldemort could easily kill her this way without using a curse. Harry looked on in horror. He loved Ginny very much and he didn't want to watch her die. Many of the people he cared about, he had already lost them, and he wasn't willing to let her die for his battles. "What do you want me to do in order for you to let her go?" Harry asked.
"Give up your wand Potter. Drop it on the ground." Voldemort requested.
"Don't do it Harry! It's a trick!" Ginny shouted.
Voldemort tightened his grasp on her neck. Ginny winced in pain again. She had barely managed to shout out to Harry, and now it was completely impossible with the tightening of Voldemort's grasp becoming harder. "Do it Potter, or I will kill the one you love!" Voldemort demanded.
"Alright but let her go!" Harry shouted, setting down his wand on the ground.
Voldemort pushed Ginny aside and she landed on the ground. Harry was now defenseless but he knew something Voldemort didn't. He had learned how to do a couple of spells without his wand, and one of them was the Summoning Charm. Harry kept thinking over and over again to himself. "Accio wand." He thought. He looked down to his wand and kept repeating the Summoning Charm in his head, over and over again. The wand did not budge, and now Harry's heart was beating rapidly. He was scared and wondered if he had made a mistake to leave himself defenseless, even for the one he loved. He looked to Voldemort, who was now pointing his wand at Harry and getting ready to finish him.
Harry closed his eyes, preparing for the end. He took a deep breath and allowed himself to fill up with the love of those around him. He thought about his parents, his best friends, and Ginny. He knew how much they loved him and he knew they would love him in the end, even if he didn't survive. He was prepared to die but he kept repeating the Summoning Charm in his mind.
All of a sudden, Harry felt something fly into his hand. He opened his eyes and turned his gaze to his hand. When he looked, he was shocked. It was not his wand in his hands, but Lord Voldemort's wand. He gasped and then looked at Voldemort, clasping the wand tightly. Voldemort looked to his hand and then to Harry with a look of puzzlement. "What is the meaning of this!?!?!" Shouted Voldemort, angry and looking somewhat scared.
Harry didn't respond. He just thought about everyone he loved. He looked to Ginny who was sitting on the ground, watching in terror. Then, she nodded to Harry and he knew exactly what it meant. Their eyes locked for a moment with this signal, and then Harry turned his attention back to Voldemort. He held up Voldemort's wand which was now in Harry's hand, and pointed it at him. "You've taken a lot away from me. My family. My friends. Now it is time to take away your life!" explained Harry. "AVADA KEDAVRA!!!!!!" He shouted.
A flash of green light shot out of the wand. It hit Voldemort and sent him flying backwards. He fell onto the ground and he laid there. Harry walked over to Voldemort's body and gave it a slight kick. The body was completely still and did nothing when Harry kicked it. Voldemort was finally dead.
Harry fell to the ground and landed on his knees. He took Voldemort's wand and broke it in two. He wanted to make sure this monster, which ruined his life, never came back. He threw the pieces of the wand away, and then he started crying. He was in pain, both mentally and physically. He broke down in tears because he knew it was really over. He knew he had lost so much, and yet he felt so relieved because the burden was over.
Ginny picked herself up off of the ground and walked over to Harry. She knelt down to him, wrapped her arms around him, and held him as he cried. "Shhhhh. Everything will be alright now." Ginny reassured him, trying to comfort him. Harry wrapped his arms around her and placed his head on her shoulder. He cried, letting it all out and the two of them knelt there in silence for what seemed like a long time. The two of them knew it was over. Voldemort was dead and he had been outwitted by his enemy, and killed by his own wand.