Free
The Dark Lord Mudblood
It was finally over.
There was no more war, no more dead. There was no more reason to shed tears, he could finally be at peace. He stared out over the grounds of Hogwarts, images playing through his mind: many colored curses flying through air, some hitting their mark, other splashing against the dirt. Bodies fell, some bloody, some without a mark.
And one important person. The man he was meant to kill. He tore through his enemies, ruthless with his wand, he slashed his way towards his target, bloodlust dancing through his veins. As he grew closer, he was ensnared by the dance of death his enemy wove, skillfully downing his enemies, power and skill melding together.
His wand rose - and it was then the man saw him. The man's attention was caught, and he sent a curse, which the man dodged, as he expected he would. What followed was a battle among gods, caught in the middle of a battle between mortals, they threw curses with reckless abandon, but none dared to fire at them, no stray hexes came their way. It was just a moment, pure chance, or skill, it hardly mattered - the man fell. #1
He exhaled, one thought flashed through his mind. Finally.
He didn't jump as arms came around his waist, he knew who it was simply because it was the only person who could ever catch him unaware. He turned around in the embrace, his own arms drapped around the broad shoulders. He looked into the Crimson eyes, staring at him with passion, and let himself relax into the moment.
Yes. He was free.
#1. To any who did not catch it. Harry was battling the man, who was Albus Dumbledore, and the person embracing him at the end was Voldemort. It was supposed to be confusing though.