A/N: This is written for the HPFC Camp Potter Arts and Crafts Challange Week 2 using prompts:

Mandatory: 1. Nowhere 2. Heartbeat 3. Fireflies

Optional: 1. Flicker 2. Subtly 3. Mind over matter 4. Theory 5. Copper

DISCLAIMER: NOTHING OF THE POTTER UNIVERSE IS MINE!

The Final Battle

Sometimes he seems to get no where

fast and always in the face of his enemy.

Sometimes he decides in the span of a heartbeat

that he has lost.

Sometimes he is defeated

be it only in their minds.

Panting, head down, hands and knees bloody on the floor

he waits for the end.

The theory is that the mind can conquer anything,

that the world bends at mere thoughts

If only he can summon the strength to stand.

There is a flicker of something in his heart

and it flickers again in his eyes like fireflies.

It crackles around his head like a halo of electricity

A strong hand grasps his shoulder and he looks up.

Copper hair whips around his friends face as he looks down at him a look of

determination born from pure will and faith alive in his blue eyes that shine

almost as bright as his hair.

The almost defeated man pushes away from the ground, dusting his hands, power

emanating from the hand on his shoulder, fighting back the mental defeat.

A hand clasps his other shoulder, he looks up to see Wisdom and Courage etched on her face.

A fire burning in the depth of her mind, willing its way into him from where her touch burns as fierce as her words:

"Mind over Matter, Harry."

and he is stronger as he stands.

No longer alone but surrounded by family and a magic HE knows not of.

He casts a glance around to see Ginny clasp Ron's hand to his right,

Luna linking her arm through Hermione's on his left.

And so it continues:

One more hand connecting through souls so brave

And a rush of magic so old pulses as one more hand connects

And they pulse

And flicker, little fireflies of magic they are,

And then from within Harry's soul silver wisps subtly escape

And then they explode out of his heart:

His loved ones

And they rush forward with each pulse from all those connected

And swarm HIM.

Their ghostly faces devouring his hate

And ultimately his power.