A/N As per usual the only thing that belongs to me is the plot. The title of the story goes to the creators of MASH and the characters here go to the wonderful J.K Rowling
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Harry walked out onto the battlefield. This was the End of the War. Tonight either he or Voldemort would win, tonight either Peace or War would rule the lands. He thought back to the night before, he and his Hermione, they had spent the night together, one final time, knowing that there was a chance that Harry would not come back alive.
Not that they mentioned it or anything, they had lived by chance since Voldemort had come back when he, Harry was fourteen, now he was eighteen and ready to finish it. There were people out there who deserved the chance to live in peace, a chance to live without the fear.
Now as he looked around the body strewn battleground he wondered that if he died would everyone else's deaths be in vain? Would the world truly be a better place? He didn't know. Over on the hill outside the castle he could see Voldemort standing there, looking as though he, Harry, had already been defeated.
Harry felt the anger rise in his body, never had he wanted to kill anyone so much. The things up on the hill was the reason that his parents had been taken from him, as well as his mentor, almost grandfather, also his godfather. The casualties of this war were going to be high, everyone knew that when they decided to join the fight although it hadn't stopped them then, they would be sorry when it was all over, fathers, mother, sons, brothers, sisters, daughters and family's had been killed while others had been torn apart.
Forever.
Harry's wand was at the ready as he approached the hill, he had love for Hermione, his friends and adopted family blazing in his heart and eyes as he came within striking distance of the Dark Lord. Voldemort noticed him and sneered, oh he knew that at least one, if not both of them would die tonight. No words needed to be said, they knew what they were here for, to end it all, all the pain and suffering.
They stood there, staring each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move. Then it happened, the horcruxes had been destroyed and Voldemort was no longer immortal. They moved at the same time, both shouting that ill fated curse, "Avada Kedrava".
Harry watched as that jet of green light headed straight for him, he knew that he could not move and at the same time, neither could Voldemort, both were paralysed as their fates flew towards them, one at a time they landed. All around them the battle fell silent. Even the trees, animals and the weather was silent in this time of triumph. All around Harry it went dark, and Harry thought no more as he closed his eyes for the final time.