A final battle fic-let.
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Harry's eyes widened when the green jet of light collided with his chest. Too slow to duck the curse and with nowhere to take cover on the rolling hills of the grounds below the castle he took the brunt of the Killing Curse in the chest.
His feet were lifted off the ground and pain ripped through his body as he flew backwards with the force of the spell. He heard screams, both of outrage and excitement over Voldemort's final victory. He felt his body hit the ground and skid in the wet grass.
If he was dead, it wasn't much different than being alive. He could still feel the tremors coursing through his limbs and the pain that came with hitting the hard ground. He forced his eyes open and saw the same thing he had seen before the spell; a smoky sky and the silhouette of Hogwarts.
He wasn't dead. But Voldemort's last horcrux was. This was his chance, the last one he would have.
He lay still for another moment, watching Voldemort watch his Death Eaters continue to wreak havoc among the living Order members and Hogwarts personnel. His back was turned to him, but even so Harry got back to his feet carefully, slowly.
He retrieved his wand and felt a new urge to end this burning in his chest. He would finish Voldemort this time. He stepped forward and someone screamed his name. Voldemort whipped around and red eyes met his own green ones.
Shock flashed across his snakelike features before cold fury replaced it. Before Harry could think about what he was doing he stepped forward again and raised his wand.
"Avada Kedavra," The curse left his wand with a blinding burst of light. He felt all of the duelers stop in spite of themselves and watch as the lethal light swept toward Voldemort. His breathing was labored and his hair wet with sweat as he waited with the rest of the onlookers.
Harry didn't see him move but Voldemort disappeared, the curse flying through empty air, and reappeared three feet in front of him. Harry stepped back, wand raised again. Voldemort was faster though, and the end of his wand glowed green. Voldemort's mouth formed no words, yet Harry could feel the curse coming.
On instinct he reached out as the light left his enemy's wand and latched onto Voldemort's wand arm with both hands.
The second Killing Curse smashed into his body and nearly threw him backwards again. He clung to Voldemort as his vision blurred and his knees gave out. The sounds of screaming that must have been deafening were far away and echoed in his mind as he and another body fell away from each other as Harry lost control of his muscles and he released Voldemort's arm.
He felt himself land on his back and then the world was gone.
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