"So it all comes down to this, doesn't it?" whispered Harry. "Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does…I am the true master of the Elder Wand."
A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort's was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand…
Shouts were heard of "AVADA KEDAVRA!" and "EXPELLIARMUS!" A jet of green light flew out of the tip of Lord Voldemort's wand as a jet of red light flew out of the tip of Harry's wand. As both jets of light touched, a loud BOOM! As though a cannon had gone off echoed through the Great Hall. Harry put all the effort he could into defeating his life long enemy; slowly but surely, his red jet of light crept closer and closer to the tip of Voldemort's wand. Everyone in the Great hall had turned and watched in awe as the two of them dueled.
After what had seemed like hours to Harry, his wand had finally overpowered Voldemort's. Lord Voldemort came crashing to the ground, his red slit-like eyes rolled to the back of his head. Tom Marvolo Riddle was no more. From around the entire room, shouts of excitement could be heard ringing throughout the castle. Harry walked toward Voldemort's dead body; his wand still pointing toward him. He looked down at Voldemort's empty face now sure that all of his struggles were over. Suddenly realizing how tired and exhausted he was, he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.
Harry heard voices, but they sounded so far away. He tried to call out to them, but he was too weak. He opened his eyes and saw Ron and Hermione looking down at him. The worried looks on their faces instantly vanished and were replaced with looks of relief.
"Harry! You're alright! We were so worried!" said Hermione as she gave him a hug. "How long have I been in here?" he asked them hoarsely. "Three days. At first, we thought you were dead, but then you started groaning so we knew you were alright. Hagrid carried you up here to Madam Pomfrey. She said you needed to rest."
"So everyone's alright?" asked Harry. "What was I moaning?"
"Yes everyone's just fine, thanks to you, Harry". She hesitated. "You were moaning about stuff…like you said Sirius, I did it…thanks for being there."
Harry just smiled as he thought of how Sirius, Lupin, and his mom and dad had been with him as he tried to die for everyone and how they were the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes.
He thought of how different his life would be now that he was seventeen; he no longer had to live with the Dursley's, and now that the threat was over, they could move back to Privet Drive and resume their lives. He wondered what would happen with him and Dudley who had, in his own way, told Harry that he had never really hated him. Harry would find out soon enough, but at that moment all he wanted to do was lay there and talk with Hermione and Ron. They had been through so much together and would remain best friends forever.