Harry stood under his cloak, watching it all culminate.
It was the last one,
the last horcrux left.
This one was out of his control;
it was Neville's chance to make a stand.
The horcruxes had tried to divide and conquer,
it had used their weaknesses against them,
but he had faith in Neville.
He was courageous and determined;
he had gained enough to not bow down in defeat.
Watching the horcrux under the cloak,he waited for Neville to strike.
The horcruxes wanted to betray and divide and conquer,
but he had faith in Neville.
In truth, the horcrux barely affected Neville.
He was strong.
Stronger than flames,
stronger than curses,
stronger than evil.
Still, Neville's relief in killing Nagini was palpable, just as much relief as Harry felt.
The weight of the world lifted.
No longer could it taunt him.
No longer could it hurt him.
No longer could it betray him.
As Neville swung the sword, Harry smiled in contentment.
Seven down, only Voldemort left.
It was time for Tom Riddle's judgement day.
And then there were none.
Written for the Big/Little Sister Competition: freeverse, using faith and judgement day