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The final battle roared into being on the streets of Hogsmeade. Harry, Ron and Hermione strode confidently through the fighting, darting through spell fire, stepping over the fallen.
For now, they had nothing on their minds but Voldemort. Harry fell to his knees, his head feeling as though it would explode as they came upon the vile man. Hermione quickly pulled the dark haired young man up and pushed a vial into his shaking hands. He consumed the potion within and in moments, was standing strong on his own again. He shared a look between the three of them, nodded and surged forwards.
Voldemort never knew what was coming. One moment he had been lecturing Harry Potter, his red headed blood traitor and the whore Mudblood, the next, an odd whistling noise, Nagini's frantic hissing, and an explosion of pain in his forehead. For once in his life, Voldemort looked completely ridiculous as he crossed his eyes and watched the blood drip down his nose. He began to inform Nagini that it wasn't the end, when he realized- it was.
There was no satisfying feeling of anchorage, no pull on his soul to move towards his Horcruxes. As his body crumpled to the ground, and his body died, Voldemort's tiny wisp of a soul wailed in disappointment. The black, evil whisper of a soul darted towards Nagini and happily joined the other scrap of dark soul within her.
Harry glanced at the hissing snake, and the lecturing snake-faced man. He scowled, lifted his arm, and finally killed the menace that was Voldemort.
A single bullet through the forehead. Simple, easy, instant.
After months of fruitless searching, Harry had consulted Hermione's father; Ted, on the best way to efficiently kill a man. He had taken the suggestion's and run with days he had a gun permit and a lovely little handgun Jean; Hermione's mother, had owned since her twenties.
Nagini, frantic with confusion and worry, curled around her cooling master's body. She hissed worriedly at him, with no response. She never even saw the tan arm rising once more, or the finger squeezing the trigger. As a matter of fact, she barely even felt the small bullet peirce her hard, protective scales. As her massive body loosened around Voldemort's cold body and her head fell with a 'thump' to the ground, all she could hear was Voldemort's soul screaming in odd echo's through her head for her to get up and keep him alive.
The three watched silently as the huge snake went down just as her master had, a small, smoking hole adorning the space between her lifeless eyes. The Horcrux within her was destroyed with a stab of Gryffindor's sword through the now dead snake's skull. Harry used an incredibly controlled fiendfyre on both bodies, then returned to fighting the stunned Death Eaters. (Who knew one could cast a controllable fiendfyre?)
Ron disappeared, his red hair blending into the others as the red headed family banded together against a large crop of death eaters.
Hermione had barely turned from the burning bodies when she was accosted by Narcissa. The blonde woman looked worn, but she fought with pure skill and experience. They were a near match, neither faltering, neither winning.
The woman's grey-blue eyes widened, and the spell on her lips faded quite suddenly. Hermione frowned and was about to step forwards. At that exact moment, it was said that a brick from a nearby destroyed shop rose into the air on its own and sped towards her. It smashed into her head, knocking her to the ground.
Hermione fell, her last images of the battle a distraught Narcissa rushing forwards, hands outstretched, and Harry's large green eyes boring into hers as he turned from his duel with Lucius to watch her fall. He shot a spell out, still staring at Hermione. It caught the blond man in the chest perfectly, sending him flying, wrapped in chains. Harry was off though, not paying any attention to the fights going on around him as he leapt over bodies and darted through spell fire. He was mere feet from Narcissa went her vision went black.
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