AN
This is my first fic hope u like it.
I don't own these characters etc…
Burning
Harry stood facing Voldemort in a broken field, scattered with the blood of the dead and those still standing. It had finally come, the day that would be there last.
'Potter, do you expect me to be defeated this day or are you just trying to mock me?' Voldemort asked the still Harry standing before him. He didn't answer.
'So be it you will perish at my hand.' He proclaimed pointing the killing curse to where Harry stood.
Harry sidestepped it, still no facial expression evident on his face. Voldemort tried to get Harry to fight back but all he would do is dodge his spells with ease.
'Fine' Voldemort hiss 'I can do this another way'
Hermione passed in furious flight with a death eater. Voldemort saw this and cast a deadly spell her way. To late for warning it hit her between her shoulder blades and she slumped to the ground. Harry turned to Voldemort after he watched one of his only true friends fall. He felt an ancient anger raise in him blazing behind his eyes. Voldemort's face of triumph fell as his eyes meat Harry's. Harry felt the burning behind his eye's lessen and saw Voldemort cringed in pain as his soul burned inside him. Even before he had a chance to scream he was in gulfed in a never-ending flam blackening as it blazed. Harry feeling weakened, still watching the flam, fell to his knees and before he could even feel the happiness rise in him, blackness engulfed his senses.
The soldiers on the battlefield watched as a black flam rose, lapping at the cloudy sky. Death eaters felt their mark burn as Voldemorts blackened soul burned in Harry's fury.
Ron was the first to realise his fallen friend, but the remaining death eaters arrived first. Surrounding his friend all speaking the same words as in a chant as green light shot out of each pointed wand speeding towards to fallen boy-who-lived. To Ron's astonishment a glowing light had formed around Harry's body absorbing the spells. As the last green light hit Harry a blinding light flashed out from his body. Engulfing all who stood to watch, but as it subsided the death eater had fallen, some had disappeared.
Ron ran to Hermione as he knew that everyone would tend to Harry first. Rolling her over on to her back he checked for a palse. Finding a faint one he magiced her on to a stretcher and with her floating behind him he hurried towards where Harry laid on the blood covered ground. Dumbledore stood over Harry's limp form shaking his head.
'No!' Ron yelled running towards Harry, 'He's not dead, the spells didn't hit him'
'I'm sorry Ron but there's no wa-,' Ron cut Dumbldore off and bent over Harry finding a strong palse.
'There's a palse, he has a palse, we have to get them to St Mungo's now!' urgency evident in his voice.
Dumbledore whistled and Fawks appeared on his shoulder. 'St Mungo's' was all he had to say for Fawks to fly between Harry and Hermione stretching his wing tips out to each, they were gone in a ball of flames.