There were screams from all directions and ear splitting rumblings as Hogwarts was slowly taken over by Death eaters. Curses of every color were flying in odd directions at people's family members and loved ones.

Harry was looking for Voldemort who seemed to be hiding behind his army. Ron and Hermione were following him shielding him from on coming spells and aiming spells to aid their comrades. They had to find him, they had to kill him and they had to win. The trio walked towards the Forbidden Forest in search for him and his main circle of followers.

They didn't have to go far into the forest to find the small clearing of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. The circle moved to the side having planned on the trio finding them. Voldemort was standing in the center looking more menacing than ever.

He stepped forward and smirked. "Are you ready to die boy?"

Harry stepped forward and smirked never answering his question.

Hermione, like always, was analyzing the situation. Harry had a large chance of winning against Voldemort considering all the Horcruxes were destroyed and they finally figured out the wand and the many secrets it held but that wasn't the only problem. If he did win they were looking to fight at least ten other armed Death Eaters who would jump at the chance to kill the trio to avenge their masters death. If he didn't win…. Hermione wouldn't bring herself to think about that scenario.

She was calculating the chances of people finding them in time, how to take down this many people trained in the dark arts and wondered if some of them would back off if they saw their master die at the hands for a seventeen-year-old boy.

The two people in the center were staring death at each other. Voldemort was the first to shout out a curse, which Harry quickly dodged and shot back. The fight lasted only four minutes but it felt like an eternity to everyone standing in that circle.

She saw it all happen in slow motion Harry's mouth moved to form three words. Yes. Avada Kedavra. Just was Voldemort shot out the killing curse. Harry was hit first in the chest but a split second later his cursed connected with Voldemort's face and he fell onto it.Hermione was too shocked by what she just saw to move into action against the Death Eaters or too feel the spell that just hit her in the stomach. The spell knocked her on her back and she ended up staring at the sky with an open mouth.

Everything was clicking in her brain at that moment. He had to die. He was the last part of Voldemort's soul. He knew he was going to die when he walked into that clearing and he put on a brave face and welcomed it.

Hermione was staring at a bright red sky as a dark purple color was slowly putting out the fire in it. She saw the first star that night and wished upon it right before a cloaked figure blocked her view and aimed his wand at her face.

Then all was black and all was silent.