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Chapter One: We are the Champions

"HARRY MOVE!" Remus cries through the midst of the final battle that was boiling on the Hogwarts grounds.

A green light plunged towards the young man in question. Harry swiveled from the fight against a particularly vicious death eater in which he had just won, in time to see the killing curse coming at him. He quickly dodged the curse by rolling to his right.

Picking himself up he looked around for the owner; of who shot what could have been his death, only to find his oldest enemy, Voldemort or whom he liked to call Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"Well, well, well, Tommy you put on one hell of a show" Harry said his voice leaking lethal amounts of sarcasm.

"Only for you Potter," Voldemort said showing maniacal glee at the chaotic battle around him, in which many were being tortured or dying.

"Well then Tom, what do you say we end this now the right way. You die, and I win and I promise you a special party in your honor"

"I am not sure I agree with your terms, Potter. Crucio!"

Ginny, Ron, and Hermione stood together as one force against the oncoming mass of deatheaters, mountain trolls, and dementors.

The battle was in full rage, right the way around the castle.

The order members were fighting alongside auror's and a large handful of students, mostly from the DA.

Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were currently separated from Harry, who had gone off by himself to see to his destiny. They themselves threw a wide variety of curses taking down many of the opposing force.

They all had hoped that Harry could beat the Power-Hungry Pain in the Ass. They were each putting all they had into this battle, more than ready to make Harry's job as easy as possible, and aid the light in the ridding of evil.

Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin were fighting side by side, the last of the true marauders were currently ridding the world of a certain rat.

"Rat before you die you should know that you will never ever be forgiven for what you have done, you are nothing more than a scumbag traitor to us and always will be," Sirius bellowed at the cowering plump figure in front of them.

Combining their powers they both yelled "Avada Kedavra" and the rat known as Wormtail ceased to exist any longer.

They took a second moment in time in which they had gotten there long desired revenge on Peter Pettigrew, before they again turned back to helping in the final battle.

Harry took the pain. As unbearable as it may be he would not scream, pain would have to come in worse measures for Harry Potter to scream at the feet of Voldemort. The curse soon lifted, and wearily Harry gained back his composure.

"You will have to do better than that tom, Griffinino emblem " a shot of orange light shot at his foe hitting in the arm. It burned with raw pain in his arm, but like Harry, Voldemort did not show his pain. When the pain had subsided, a tattoo of a griffin was placed on his arm.

"What did you do?" Voldemort asked showing great disgust at the symbol of Gryffindor tattooed on his arm.

"Preparing you for death" Harry said simply.

"Vinsectia" Voldemort cried out in anger.

The spells hurled at Harry and it was impossible to miss, he took the curse knowing that if he tried to dodge than it would be more of an advantage to Voldemort. Small cuts of an inch in length spread over his arms, and seared with pain, but Harry knew that today was the day that Voldemort would die and therefore he would take that pain, knowing full well that its causer would be gone soon enough.

"Very creative, Tom, Afflicto Morbidina" Harry cried out.

A red light shot at Voldemort, the evil man was having trouble dodging it as, as it got closer it was getting larger. He managed to duck just in time to miss the advancing curse, just what Harry was anticipating. He quickly conjured his sword and walked towards his enemy.

In his current state, Voldemort was down on all fours, and before he could have the chance to move, Harry had cast a strong leg-locker curse on him.

He uttered the words, "luminous Domen" a powerful white dome appeared around the two men. Harry did not know what would happen when he accomplished his goal, but he certainly did not want the chance of the others going through it.

He took his wand and sword and clasped them with both hands.

Loud and clear he spoke, "The end has come for you Voldemort, Entho L'amour nosr fidishino,"

He bought down his sword and his wand into the heart of the most powerful dark wizard for quite sometime.

Voldemort let out the scream of all time, heard across the battle as he was pierced by love. The pain this caused his hollow and black heart was unbearable.

Harry himself was feeling the most of Voldemort's pain through his scar but he was determined to hold on to the sword and wand and transport all his happy and loving thoughts through to Voldemort, and kill him by doing so.

He thought of his godfather, Sirius and they were like brothers, father and son, and friends. He remembered how happy he was when his friends and him had found a way to get him out from behind the veil. Sirius was always there for him, nothing could stop him not even prison. And for that Harry loved him.

He thought of Remus and how he to was like his brother, and he always stood as some type of an authority figure to Harry. He was a link to his parents, and was always willing to help anyone in need. And for that Harry loved him.

He thought of Hagrid, the first real friend he ever had next to Hedwig. He would always hold a special spot in his heart for the half giant, that was loyal beyond belief. And for that Harry loved him.

He thought of Dumbledore e guidance and advice had led him on the path to who he was today. He was more of a grandfather type figure to Harry rather than a headmaster. He treated everyone equal, and there was no room for prejudice when it came to him. And for that Harry loved him.

He thought of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and how they had treated him like their eighth child, loving, caring, and sheltering him for years. He knew what it was like to have a family thanks to them. And for that Harry loved them.

He thought of Ron, who was and still is his best friend, who had his back since day one of Hogwarts. He was more loyal than imaginable, and a great friend. And for that Harry loved him

He though of Hermione, 'the brightest witch of her age' and how she had gotten him out of trouble on more than one occasion in more than one way. She would never be willing to give up, and there fore would not let others either. And for that Harry loved her.

He thought of Ginny, who taught Harry that he still had a life outside of killing Voldemort. They would always have fun, she made his life easier. They would know what the other needed without words, but that might have had something to do with them being telepathic. She had helped him balance himself out when he was an utter wreck. She was brave, loyal, and one of a kind. And for that Harry loved her.

He thought of the Weasley clan, and how they had all made him feel like one of the family. Fred and George, always cracking the jokes and the pranks. Bill and Charlie, always there to cheer people up or even join in on the pranks, and Percy there to stop the others when it got too out of control.

Finally he thought about his parents, whom while he never met, he had been told that they were caring, loving, accepting, and vivacious people. They had died in the means of protecting him. They sacrificed their own lives so that their son could have a chance at life. And for that Harry loved them with all his heart.

Voldemort screaming was dying as was he, black liquid flowed from where Harry's sword had pierced his heart, and the love that Harry drained into him, was to much for him to take.

Five minutes passed, and the finish came of the duel of the century, and in the middle of an ending battle between light and evil, the two drenched duelers laid one dead, the other merely on his way to unconsciousness'.

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