All of the Harry Potter characters and spells and anything from the books and movies belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Anything that doesn't look familiar most likely belongs to me.

Ron, Draco and Hermione pounded on the barrier that separated them and the rest of the school, teachers and Headmaster included, from Harry and Voldemort. Remus and Sirius stood beside them staring half in shock, half in surprise at Harry and Voldemort, who were readying themselves for the duel of the century. No one present had thought Harry would do something as extreme as put up a barrier around them to keep them safe. Then again, no one doubted that Voldemort would use any of them to get to Harry. Voldemort and Harry circled each other on the grounds.

"Are you ready, boy? Ready to finally meet your parents? See them again after these 15 years?" Voldemort asked coldly, "You know I could easily break through your tiny barrier. You thought it could protect them?" He began to laugh mercilessly.

"What are you laughing about Tom? You know you should never ever underestimate your enemy," Harry replied in just as cold a tone as Voldemort's. Those behind the barrier visibly shivered to hear Harry's tone in such a cold and merciless tone.

"Why, I am shocked and appalled that you think I would underestimate you! You are nothing but a small, weak child whose power could never match mine, let alone surpass it. Crucio!"

Harry dodged the curse easily, which led to a flurry of curses, hexes, and jinxes passing between the two. After nearly 15 minutes of dueling each other, Harry was covered in small cuts and his breathing was ragged. He stood weakly for a few seconds before falling to his knees. Voldemort limped forward a few feet.

"This is it, boy. Are you afraid of death? You choose. This could be long, drawn-out and painful or short, sweet and almost painless." He laughed that high, cold, and maniacal laugh of his. Harry looked up and spit in his face. Before anyone could mutter a word, Voldemort cast the Cruciatus Curse. Harry screamed in agony as he felt his entire body seize up in pain. Voldemort stopped just as quickly as he had cast the curse.

"Now boy, will you join me?"

"Never."

"Fine. Have it your way. Plurimae Multaque Poena!"

Harry screamed in the utter most agony as one of the oldest and most painful curses was placed upon him. Voldemort removed the curse once again. Now most of the people behind the barrier were either sobbing or trying desperately and unsuccessfully to get out from behind it. Harry coughed violently as his stomach lurched from the pain of the curse. It hurt him to even move the slightest millimeter.

"Do you know what I will do as you are on death's threshold, Potter? I will take down your pitiful barrier and kill each one of your friends and dear ones . . . one-by-one, and I will make you watch as each of them dies and then I will finally kill you. And you will die knowing that they died because of you. It is all your fault, Harry. Every death in this war was your fault. You were their Savior, Harry. Now look what is going to happen. It is all your fault.

"And do you know why that is Harry? It is because you loved them. Each one of them is so dear to you that they will never let you go but when they met you and bonded with you. They also signed there own death warrants. Now they will each die because of you. Some of them will even die a second time. Cedric Diggory died because you told him to take the Triwizard Cup with you. Sirius Black died because he came to the rescue for you. Sibyl Trelawney died because of her prophecy about you. Your parents died in the First War to save you. So many more died because of you. And so many more will die. Wingardium Leviosa."

Harry's body floated limply in the air so that he could see the people behind his barrier.

"And they will each die, because you tried to save them. First that mutt of a godfather, then the werewolf, then your blonde sweetheart, then those redheaded Mudblood lovers and the Mudblood. They will each die because of you. Finite Incantatem."

Harry fell to the ground in an unceremonious heap with a muffled gasp of pain. Voldemort laughed a cold and triumphant laugh as he turned to take down the barrier. Behind him, Harry rose on to unsteady feet. His breath hitched as he tried to steady himself.

"Not so fast, Tom. This is not over yet."

Voldemort turned and stared Harry directly in the eye. Harry's eyes glowed in the utmost fury.

"What will you do? Kill me? I will just find a new body to host my spirit until I resurrect my own body."

"Oh don't worry. I've got that figured out. Tene animus! Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort's eye widened in surprise and horror as he realized that Harry Potter had once again, for the last and final, thwarted his plans. As Voldemort fell to the ground in death, the barrier that had been keeping Hogwarts and its students and staff safe fell. Harry stayed standing for a few seconds once again before his knees buckled and his legs gave way beneath him. Professors Dumbledore and Snape, Molly, Arthur, Sirius, Remus, Ron, Hermione, and Draco ran to Harry as many of the students were forced back inside by Hagrid and Professors Sprout and McGonagoll.

"Molly, Arthur go help Poppy ready the Infirmary. Severus, go and make sure that Madam Pomfrey has all that she needs," Professor Dumbledore ordered them. No one stopped to tell him otherwise. Harry looked around him at the blurry figures surrounding him. His vision was starting to fade.

"Harry! Harry, please don't leave us! Don't leave me! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I acted like such a bloody git!" Draco pleaded with him. Hermione was sobbing into Ron's shirt as he tried to calm her a few feet away. Harry coughed violently as he tried to stop them.

"No. . . . I'm . . . one . . . should be . . . sorry . . . put . . . all . . . in. . . . danger . . . " He started coughing violently again. Sirius stroked Harry's unruly black hair away from his face. Draco's eyes clouded with tears.

"No, Harry, no! You didn't put us in danger. Everything that evil, vile creature said is not true!" Hermione exclaimed. Remus nodded.

"She's right, Harry, she's right. None of it was true," agreed Remus. Harry's eyes started to droop. He yawned and then grimaced in pain.

"No. . . . no, Harry. You have to stay awake for just a little while longer. Just until we get you up to the Hospital Wing," pleaded Draco again. Tears streaked down his pale cheeks. Professor Dumbledore conjured a stretcher and gently placed Harry on it. Sirius held Draco as the small group followed them up the grounds and into the school. As they entered the Infirmary, Madam Pomfrey bustled over and started tending to Harry.

"All of you out!" she cried, "I'm sorry, but I can't have you all hovering about as I try to tend to Harry."

Ron held Hermione as they sat on the floor in the corridor outside the Infirmary. Draco slid down the wall to sit down on the floor. Molly Weasley sat down and held him as sobs racked through him.

"H-how could I h-have b-been so s-stupid!" he cried, "I c-can't lo-ose him. N-none of us c-can."

He had spoken the very words everyone had been thinking. None of them could lose him.

Okay, so this is the first fic I'll probably be pulling through with. It probably won't be long. If I get enough reviews or a I get a really really good idea, which ever comes first, I might write a second chapter or a sequel one-shot. You guys decide. This work was thejoint production of boredom, hours of fanfic-reading and a pint of Edy's Strawberry Ice Cream, none of which belong to meexcept forthe boredom.

Tene animus means Hold his soul.

Plurimae Multaque Poena means Many and most Injuries. All of those words are from my Latin text book from school. Fanfiction is probably the only thing that it's been really actually useful to me since I started taking Latin.

So Read and Review. And I'm sorry to all of those who read Family but I've lost my muse for that one. That and my will to finish it. I have a few chapters written for it but its pretty much gone. Sorry.