A Moment in Time
Intro

With a violent boom of thunder, and a blinding flash of lightening, he was gone.

Harry Potter sank to the ground, weary and in pain, but with a feeling of hope for the first time in many years.

It all began the night he met Hagrid, after abandoning Privet Drive, in his uncle's hope of evading the truth of what Harry really was. Little did he know that on his 11th birthday, the arrival of that Hogwarts acceptance letter would result in seven years of war with the evil Lord Voldemort.

June 3rd should have been a day that was spent celebrating. Instead it was spent fighting. Lord Voldemort's death eaters, lead by Lucius Malfoy came crashing into the Great Hall cursing everything in their path. When Lucius reached finally reached Harry, he grabbed his arm, threw a pendant around his neck and Harry felt himself being transported by portkey. He was surprised to see he had landed right next to the lake still on Hogwarts grounds. He glanced up and saw Voldemort smirking in anticipation. Voldemort had been waiting for this day since the time he first unsuccessfully tried to kill Harry.

"You're wondering why we are still at Hogwarts," said Voldemort "I'm going to make your place of security, one of a living hell. Something Dumbledore was trying to prevent. My followers are taking care of your friends, and now I am left to kill you all alone."

Harry glanced around stalling for time, when he saw the front door get blasted off its hinges as the war inside began to spread to the grounds. Dumbledore was at the lead marching straight for Harry.

"Looks like were not alone anymore."

He saw Voldemort's wand hand stretch out as he tried to kill Harry before Dumbledore could get any closer, but Harry was quicker. He whipped out his wand the exact moment as Voldemort and the wands united in the center. This time Harry didn't see any of the people whom Voldemort had killed, instead Harry's white jet of light clashed with Voldemort's green one, and rainbow'ed out, before slashing through Voldemort like a sword, leaving him dead on the ground.

When the death eaters realized their leader had been defeated, they began to flee.

Harry turned from his memories at the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Harry." He didn't need to hear anything else, but he could hear the support coming from his two best friends, who had fought right beside him the whole time. "Its over." Hermione said, rather than asked.

Harry almost felt guilty, for everything his friends had gone through for him in the past several years. He could read the fatigue in Ron and Hermione's eyes.

"Harry, mate" said Ron "I know what your thinking, don't. If we could do it all over, we'd still be standing here."

The three friends stood clutching each other in support as they watched the rain wash away the blood of battle. They looked at each other, without fear, for they knew the worst was over. The unspoken promise of friendship surrounded them.

** Like the many times before, Harry yet again found him self in Dumbledore's office, with a million questions running through his head.

Why had his curse killed Voldemort? It was nothing more than a disarming spell, while Voldemort's had been the killing curse.

"Harry, what is it you wish to ask me?"

"Professor, why did my curse killed Voldemort? It was nothing more than a disarming spell. Voldemort's was the killing curse"

"Harry, do you remember after your battle with Voldemort in your fifth year, when he tried to posses you?"

"Yes, but what-"

"Do you remember why he couldn't posses you?"

Yes, because of the pow-"

"Yes the power of love, and the innocence you were fighting with. Because of your pure heart, and your intentions of fighting for good, Voldemort could not posses you. Although you sent a simple disarming spell, the second you preformed that curse, because of its innocence, against an unforgivable, yours became more powerful, and Voldemort's spell was reflected back upon him."

"Professor?"

"Yes Harry? Can I go home now?" Harry was tiered, and the effects of the past few years was showing. He looked way older than his 17 years.

"Harry, have a good summer. I have a feeling I'll be seeing you back here next year."

"Professor, I turned down the teaching job I was offered..." Dumbledore just smiled.