The pain is too strong, the nightmare which never seems to end. With every year the threat of Voldemort grows stronger and stronger. The world in panick looking towards their only hope. Their only hope being a meer boy.
So as the wid russes through his unruley locks its not suprising that its the face of despare which is what is driving him onwards towards his goal. running, running for what seems like his life and maybe it is. No, no one is chassing him except expectation.
The expectation to save them all, to stop a rain of terror that few have seen the likes of before, the expectation to kill, and hes just a boy. A boy who should be laughing with his friends without a care in the world. That is not to happen in this life even when this is all over what can he expect from life, if he survives at all. always visited with nightmares of people he loves, even people he doesnt know dying in the hopes that there children and grandchildren are around to see a time of peace.
Will anyone treat him like a normal person now that he has even a longer title then before. But thats silly looking to the future, today, is what he should be thinking, what will hapen today will it all come to an end once and for all or shall the battle keep going for ever till one of them dies.
That is why hes running, running out to meet his fate, running to see if he will survive or have the pain finelly stop.
The minute he steped through the wards he knew Voldemort would feel him alone, defenceless, an easy target so it was in that moment he had to find a clearing. Once there, sure enough pops were heard not many as he had caught voldemort unawears but he knew a few of them and had guessed Snape would be there as he got called minuets before hand. With one final loud pop he was there red eyes gleamimg with joy at the fact that now he finally had Harry Potter at his mercy.
Staring at each other Voldemort began his new you could never beat me speach when he gets violently cut off by Harry. Harry never wavering looks him dead in the eye and states for him to get it over and done with if hes gonna die it had better be now or he will do it himself. After a minute
Voldemot started laughing saying how he will kill Harry on his own terms now that he had him at his mercy but Harry was having none of it. Looking voldemort in the face he told him its time to find out if profecies can be changed.
Raising his wand to his head he said the two words everyone expects him to say, except not to himself in a bright green flash the death eaters all covered their eyes never having seen the spell ever that bright before. once it had faded and the body of Harry Potter was confirmed dead they all looked towards Voldemort who was watching Harry, when a white light appeared and speared itself into the body of Voldemort who collapsed to the ground finally dead.
Witnessing this all the death eaters vanished except one, one who went up to Harrys body slowly picking it up and made his way back to hogwarts thinking how he wished Harry could have at least known that its all over once and for all, well until the next Dark Lord.
This was written in a moment of madness which are quite common with myself. Please Read and Review this good or bad all comments are welcome. :-P