Harri growled, avada kedavra green eyes narrowing at the smirking figure before her.

"Any last words, Potter?" Voldemort taunted.

"Yeah. I already told you to burn in hell," and with that, she yanked the dagger from her side and stabbed Voldemort right in the empty black abyss where his heart should be. Gasping, the dark lord collapsed, dead.

Harri smirked triumphantly, trying in vain to stem the blood flowing from the area right below her left ribs and looked around.

There was blood and dead bodies everywhere. If there wasn't a body, there was either blood or a burned and chunky part of one. Things were burning, a few buildings already completely collapsed, countless people crushed under the wreckage- Death Eaters and Order members alike.

Quite frankly, the remains of London were a mess.

Staggering back as she began to grow weak from blood loss, the past hour replayed through the twenty one year old's mind yet again.

~•~ Flashback starts ~•~

Harri cast a spell at yet another Death Eater, cutting him down; hopefully he wouldn't get back up again.

They- the Order and the Death Eaters- had been fighting throughout London off and on for the better part of three weeks now. This was just another battle of many.

Most of London had been destroyed already, and the muggles had evacuated, believing that fires were burning it down still. Making muggles believe some crappy excuse to hide magic was the only thing the Ministry of Magic was good for, really. Even then that weren't all that great at it, but dwelling on the magical peoples' failure of a government was not something that should be done right now.

Instead, she cursed another Death Eater, snorting as she saw one of the Order members sending a stunning spell out. This was war, not playtime.

Flipping the man off, Harri sent an overpowered bonebreaker curse at the stunned Death Eater's crotch before turning around and sending a fire whip at two others.

Quite a few buildings were already burning. Whether it was from the Order's curses or the Death Eaters', she didn't know or care.

People were falling left and right, a flash of green, and down went Tonks. Harri mentally added her to the list of people to grieve for as soon as she got the chance, and sent a matching flash of green at the Death Eater who downed her friend.

A well placed cutting curse from Moody ensured that three Death Eaters who had been standing in a line would never see another day.

This went on for about twenty more minutes before Voldemort finally joined the fray. Even more people were dying now, the Death Eaters becoming more vicious with their attacks now that their lord was there, and the Order members matching them, curse for curse, not wanting to lose any more than they already had.

It was a veritable bloodbath.

After a while, Harri and Voldemort were fighting one another and the battle around them got, if possible, even more brutal.

After about thirteen or so minutes, there was barely anyone from either side alive.

"Oh look, Potter. All of your precious friends are dead," Voldemort sneered, ignoring the fact that so we're all his Death Eaters.

"Burn in hell," was Harri's only reply, putting more concentration into their duel.

Voldemort cackled, and a gesture from him knocked Harri's wand from her hand. She simply kept on fighting, utilizing the wandless magic she had grown skilled at since she graduated Hogwarts.

It got to the point where they were standing in place, glaring, both wandless and exhausted.

Suddenly, Voldemort was moving and before Harri could block whatever he was doing, there was a dagger in her stomach and she was stumbling back a bit. Voldemort was cackling before it died to a simple smirk, everything was going in and out of focus, she could barely see, it was painful…

No. She would not show any weakness. Harri's expression closed off, she straightened up, ignoring the pain as best she could, surreptitiously casting a wandless sobering charm at herself.

It was meant for use when one was drunk, but it worked well enough that she could concentrate on what was happening around her easier.

~•~ Flashback ends ~•~

Falling forward, she caught herself with one hand as the other moved to cover her wound again- when had she moved it?

Harri struggled to breath, and the arm propping her up shook, and she rolled onto her back, lifting her hand from her wound and moving it into her line of sight.

Blood. It was covered in blood. So much of it… all around her, covering her, splattered on buildings… it was everywhere, and blood was what this whole battle was about.

Staring now at the thick red liquid slowly dripping down her arm, Harri honestly couldn't see why it was the type of thing to go to war over.

Why exactly was everything so fuzzy? This wasn't the first time she'd been stabbed, and it certainly wasn't the worst place she'd been stabbed in.

Looking closer at her bloody (there it was again, blood, it all boiled down to blood) hand, she noticed a silvery-clear liquid in it as well. Checking the dagger, her thoughts were confirmed.

Basilisk venom.

That'd explain it then. Sure, she had been stabbed with it before but that certainly didn't mean she was immune to it. She just had better defenses against it than anyone else.

Harri gave a bitter laugh. She hadn't truly come to a near death experience since that night in the Chamber, but now… now, there was no Fawkes to heal her. There was no Ginny to save (the feisty redhead having gone out three years ago, found dead with five Death Eaters around her just like her Prewitt uncles had been found in the first war), no basilisk with a sword sticking from the top of it's head, no shade of Tom Riddle taunting her.

There was just her, the dead bodies around her, the blood (again, there it was) everywhere, and the raging fire slowly closing in.

She had survived the first, but wouldn't survive this… funny, how the thing that came so close to killing her when she was twelve finally managed it in the end.

Sighing, Harri looked up at the sky. It was clear and blue for once, not a cloud in the sky. Ironic, really, that it was so nice out but such a horrible day.

Slowly, Harri closed her eyes and released her last breath…

...only to snap them back open, finding herself in the familiar white expanse of the place she had been when she got rid of the horcrux within her head.