With a crack, Harry Potter appeared on the door step of his and Hermione's house in Godric's Hollow; the house his parents had left him after their death 21 years prior. The door was thrown open, scorch marks on the flagstones of the foyer. Spell damage marred the once pristine walls, and a red headed body was at the foot of the stairs.

"Ron!" Harry yelled, knowing it was no use. He was dead. Ron was only living with the Potters until he could find a new house after his had been razed to the ground following a Death Eater attack. He had barely escaped with his life. Harry ran up the stairs, fearing what he might find. He barreled into his room, but it was hauntingly devoid of life.

"In here, Potter. I have my wand pointed at your mudblood wife, whom is doing a very passable impression of Lily Potter." A high, cold voice said.

Harry burst into the twins' room. Voldemort was standing there, his 13.5 inch yew and phoenix feather wand pointed at his wife's heart.

"Just in time to see your mudblood wife leave, Harry. Avada Kedavra!"

Harry Potter didn't stop to think, he just acted. He leapt in front of the green Killing Curse with a roar, flinging his arms wide to prevent Hermione from catching the curse. Time slowed, the rushing sound of Harry's impending death filling his ears. The curse struck, knocking him backwards, to land a few feet in front of his wife, whose mouth was open in a soundless shriek.

"Now, little Miss Mudblood, time for you to join your dearly beloved…"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Hermione Potter bellowed, her voice shaking with hatred. The Dark Lord dodged the green curse with ease.

Come now, Potter, you can't beat me! I am immortal – not even the Great Albus Dumbledore could defeat me."

"You are not immortal – at least not anymore. Harry and I destroyed all of your Horcruxes. The diary, the cup, the snake… Nagini was her name, right? There was also the diadem, the ring, and the sixth piece of your soul – Harry Potter. You just stamped your own ticket to hell. Good Job." Hermione Potter finished wryly.

'Impossible! Harry Potter was not a Horcrux!" Voldemort shrieked, his anger blazing at this news. These insolent little bastards!

"When your soul left your body in 1981, it latched onto the last living soul in this building: baby Harry."

That's great. How about Ginerva Weasley? Do you want the low down on the only Gryffindor Death Eater?" He paused at the look of horror on Hermione's face, and laughed. "You thought she wouldn't betray you? Come now, you're said to be an intelligent witch. Do you think she would remain loyal when the prize was Harry Potter? Now, I really must be going. So, if you could just stand still, I promise that death should be painless; though I must admit, I have never died, so I wouldn't know. Avada Kedavra!"

Hermione flung her arms wide in front of her children. The curse slammed into her chest, but it bent back at the caster. The rebounding curse passed over Harry's body, and then his body vanished. The Dark Lord's eyes opened wide, and when the green curse hit him, his body slumped to the ground with a hollow thud – just as Hermione Potter screamed the name of her husband.