"Avada Kedavra"
Voldemort's words rang out in the clearing. This was the final battle, the final clash of good and evil. The horacri were all gone and this was the final showdown. Harry Potter and Voldemort. The two most powerful wizards of their time were facing off.
The green light sped toward Harry. He flinched and closed his eyes waiting for this final blow and he thought he felt it; his wand flew from his hands. But the thing that had hit and knocked him over hadn't been the curse. It was a girl with red hair, Ron's sister, and Harry's love. Ginny Weasley. Harry's ribs hurt. Wasn't he supposed to be dead? You couldn't hurt when you were dead. Harry opened his eyes looked at the dead girl lying on him in shock. He couldn't move. He couldn't breath. Then he struggled to get away from her. To get away from this whole ordeal. It hadn't happened. This wasn't happening. He thought hysterically. His hand contacted something cold and hard, like steel. The gun. Some muggle had heard them and come out with a pistol only to be struck instantly dead by the killing curse, the gun falling from his hands. Harry's hand closed around the gun and he stared at it uncomprehendingly until a thought seeped through his consciousness.
"Wouldn't it be dreadfully ironic?"
Dull green eyes looked up at the creature now towering over him. Voldemort pulled him free of Ginny. And smirked as he lowered his wand at the boy.
"No escape this time, is there? Harry Potter."
Harry blinked then surprisingly fast brought the gun up and shot Voldemort point blank. Voldemort's eyes glazed over as he stared in horrific wonder at his bleeding chest. He sunk to ground as the boy who had finally defeated him pulled himself to his knees. Harry looked on with a weird sort of pity as his greatest enemy died before him. Voldemort breathed his last and every death eater screamed as their tattoos burned and burned. Voldemort was dead. Harry was done he had done what the wizarding had always expected him to do.
Harry crawled to Ginny and closed her wide and staring eyes.
"I told you not to come. I love you. I will always love you, Ginny" He said his voice cracking. His tears fell on her face. Harry kissed her on the forehead.
So this is the end of the Great Harry Potter. Not a heroic death defending the world. Not a death happy in old age. That was Harry's last thought as he brought the same weapon that had brought about the fall of Voldemort and shot himself in the head. A quick death. To join his love.
And thus dies Harry Potter. Not the hero of the wizarding world. Not the boy-who-lived.
Just Harry Potter.