The battle was raging. There wasn't a single witch or wizard who wasn't fighting aggressively. Green lights were flashing from both sides. There were to be no stones unturned. At the center of the fighting was a one Harry Potter. He was a mass of raw power, deadly aim, and fierce emotion. Anyone within twenty feet of his was taken out and killed before they could utter one spell. Well, all except one stubborn bastard by the name Voldemort. Oh don't be shocked, someone has to say his name. His green eyes were glowing an ethereal avada kedavra shade; just as Voldemort's was glowing the red of a stunning spell. How Ironic, that savior's eyes were such a deadly color while the enemies eyes were harmless.

"Tom," Harry growled, " Give up, you have taken so much from me. You will not take my life that easily. However, I plan to take yours either way."

" Such foolishness ,child, will lead to your death. I will not surrender until I lay dead at your feet." Voldemort replied.

" So mote it be." as those words were spoken a blue shield enveloped the two; insuring that no others would interfere with this deul. Both cast the killing curse at the same time, for what is the point of the light side if they can't destroy the darkness. It was then that Harry pulled his trick. He dropped his wand, absorbing the spell. Then, much like he did as a child, reflected it back to the-man-with-too-many-hyphens. This time though, there was no horcrux to ground him and Tom Riddle was reduced to no less than a mortal man lying on the ground.

The blue shield flickered then dropped. Harry sunk to his knees with a thud. A faint smile grazed his face as bloodshot green eyes blinked slowly. Many ran towards him. The first to reach him was a young girl of elevan. She pulled his head into her lap.

" Hey, hey, shhhh." she hushed as he tried to sit up.

" T-t-t-a-ke th-e-em," he stuttered pressing a vile to her hands. He pointed to his face where multiple tears started to build up. Unknowingly to her, that was the first time he had cried in eight years. His eyes fluttered.

" no no no no. Harry stay awake. Stop stop please stop." She begged.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm fine, just promise me. Don't let this be in vain." And his eyes closed for the final time.

A mister Harry James Potter

Cause of Death: magical exhaustion/magical core overload

Age: 17

Existing Family: Petunia Dursley nee Evans

Date of death: May, 2

Time of Death: 7:00

Harry Potter left a huge impression on many people as someone who saved their skins. After the fall of their master many of his minions gave themselves in. For that many people were grateful. To a select few though he was a lot more. One such people was a Miss. Joanne Rowling. A first year who snuck out to fight. A girl who was the first to reach Potter. A girl who decided to pass on the legacy of not a hero, but a boy who gave everything for the people he trusted.