Author's note: This is my first time writing a fan fiction, or anything for that matter. Can you please review it and tell me what you think. Tried a mix of what type of stories I like, so sorry if it doesn't appeal to you. If I get at least one positive comment, I will add more to it, and believe me, it gets a lot better from here. I already have it somewhat planned out.

PS: I don't own Harry Potter or his magical universe.

Harry Potter was being carried out of the Forbidden Forest by Hagrid. True, Hagrid believed Harry to be dead, but that did not stop him from being careful with the limp body of the boy. Harry could barely keep himself from shouting out to the now weeping Hagrid. He was the reason why Hagrid was distraught. Had he at least told someone what his plans were, he would not be in this mess. Now all of his friends would be thinking he was dead. Harry was certainly not looking forward to the upcoming discussion about this from a certain bushy haired witch

Thinking about Hermione brought an unexpected flash of anger from Harry. Just tonight he had witnessed his two best friends kissing each other. Harry felt not jealousy, but hatred. Ron was always complaining about how his life sucked and Harry's was amazing. The truth was, Harry would have given anything to be in Ron's place. And Hermione, well Harry had felt almost complete in their short time when Ron had left. He had felt free to talk about whatever was on his mind, not hat people expected him to talk about.

The memory of his two first real first friends embrace left Harry finally realizing something. He was meant to be alone. If Ron and Hermione got married, then they would leave him forever. Then there was the whole thing about Ginny. Being away from here for longer and longer periods of time made Harry realize something. He did not really even like Ginny that much. Come to think of it, she looked just like his mom. The sudden realization of not having anybody to look forward to hit him hard. After some thought, Harry decided that maybe he could find somebody to help him live out his life until he got back on his feet. Seeing as the whole Remus Lupin and Tonks plan had not worked out, Harry decided that he would ask one of them to help him.

They had finally reached the school. Harry opened his eyes just a crack and dreaded what he saw. All around him were mortified faces, with some people actually crying.

"Place him at my feet where he belongs, you stupid half-breed," Voldemort said to Hagrid.

Harry could feel Hagrid gently laid him onto the hard marble flooring. Making a mental check for his wand and invisibility cloak, Harry again chanced a peek at Voldemort.

"It is I, Lord Voldemort!" Voldemort screamed at the top of his lungs."I have killed your pathetic attempt of a hero. He was killed by me after begging for mercy." Tom Riddle could barely contain a smirk as he saw the sad witches and wizards look even worse." You have fought valiantly! Now that your savior has died, does anyone else dare defy me, the Master of Death?"

"YOU!" Screamed a pink haired witch coming out of the throng of people. Nymohadora Tonks stood in front of her comrades, refusing to believe that Harry was dead. Pointing at Voldemort, her face reddening, she screamed, "You're the cause of all of this! You killed his parents and now you've killed him!" Tears now running down her face, she once again yelled at the Dark Lord. "He's never done anything wrong! All he did was try to save the wizarding world! And now he's gone. " Wither her final word, she flung a silent curse across the hall at him. He blocked it with practiced ease. Before he had a chance to return a spell, he was suddenly engaged in combat with three others. Smiling, he started to duel all three of them. Dodging, ducking, and protecting himself with a shield spell came as easy as disarming a person to him.

As Voldemort started to duel, mass confusion erupted in the Great Hall. Students and Death Eaters alike starting sending spells and hexes at one another. Nobody bothered to look at or inspect the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry was about to fling the invisibility cloak over himself when he heard a single person stop in front of him. Opening his eyelids just a crack, Harry finds himself looking at the legs of Tonks. Silently gazing up, he sees tears in her eyes. Harry watches as Tonks goes down on one knee and leans forward to grasp Harry. As she hugs Harry, she quietly says," I'm so sorry Harry. I love you Harry Potter, and I just couldn't…" She trails off as she realizes something.

He has a pulse. Shocked, she exclaims a little too loudly," Harry!"

" Sshhh!" Harry urgently hisses at her. Trying not to move his mouth, he responds, " I'm not really dead. I had to feign it to trick old Tom over there."

As he duels, Voldemort's eyes are sweeping the floor around him, looking for the person who had intruded upon his speech. Finally, he finds the witch holding his most hated enemy, and moving her lips as if trying to speak the boy's corpse. Thinking nothing of it at the time, Voldemort quickly shoots a powerful jet of green light out of his wand and towards the young auror, and quickly restarts dueling his three opponents.

Harry, still aware of his surroundings, feels the killing curse slicing through the air towards him and Tonks. Knowing that it was aimed at Tonks, and her back was turned to the oncoming spell, Harry unconsciously sends a small burst of magic towards her, pushing her out of the way just as the green curse flies past here. The situation of what happened had dawned on her as soon as she felt as if she was being pulled sharply to the side. Knowing that Tonks had safely been pushed to the side, Harry jumped up and sprinted to where Voldemort was dueling. Without thinking, Harry screams, "Protego Maximum!"

A thick clear shield expands in front of Voldemort and his opponents. As his last spell bounced harmlessly against the powerful shield charm, Voldemort glanced up to who may have caused it. Looking around, he comes face to face with his worst nightmare. Harry Potter was once again standing, and looked extremely pissed off. With a wave of his hand and no audible sound, Harry pushes each witch and wizard back against the wall, allowing himself and Voldemort to face each other. As they realize what has to end here, they start to circle each other.

They stared into each other's eyes as if communicating. As Harry looked into his enemy's eyes, he looks passed the hatred and the anger, and sees fear and hesitation. Harry could tell that Voldemort had not known why he had not been able to kill the Boy-Who-Can't-Bloody-Die. Trying to take this moment to try to surprise him with sneak attack, Harry hears the too familiar voice shriek along with him:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

The spells shot straight at each other. However, Harry's Expelliarmus was too powerful, and shattered into two halves. The first half shot at Harry, while the second shot at an unsuspecting person. Tonks didn't have time to move before she could feel no more.

"Tonks! No!" Harry screamed as he was once again engulfed in a shroud of green light, and everything was silent.