"Filthy little mudblood!" Voldemort spat. You don't deserve to live!

Hermione looked around frantically. Her wand was in Voldemorts hand, ready to kill her and Harry was tied with cords
at the other side of the room.


"Avada Kedavada!" Voldemort said with an evil smile, his cat like eyes glinting.

Hermione saw it all in slow motion. A green light was shooring towards her, screaming at her, condemming her to
death. She felt a pain shooting through her side as something pushed her roughly. She fell to the ground painfully.
The spell had missed her but had hit something else. A strangled cry echoed around the room and Lord Voldemort
screamed. Hermione looked at the pile of rags near her. Voldemort was gone, but he could come back again with
the help of another Death Eater. Wormtail was dead. Harry had finished him off in a battle. Her heart soared when
she though of Harry. She would free him and they could escape, she looked around, still in shock, but happy that
Voldemort was gone, none the less.

Suddenly, she screamed.

Harry Potters body was on the ground, dead or alive, Hermione didn't know. A slight moaning from Harry showed
that there was still life, but his mothers protection wouldn't last long. She grabbed their wands and Harrys hand and
disapperated.

***

Bleep bleep bleep bleep...

Harry, no, please don't go! Hermione scremed.

Harry, please come back, if you can hear us! We miss you! Ron said, crying.

The curse hadn't finished Harry off yet but there were only seconds left. Tears glistened in Dumbledors eyes. Even
Snape looked shocked and upset.

Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Harry Potters head fell limp at his side. His face the picture of a male angel (Ooooh soppy!)
He was dead.

A cry rose up around the world, as the news of Harry Potter's death filled every witch and wizards ears.

A sad veil covered the wizarding world, their heroe was gone forever.

An owl flew in the Dursleys window, the letter said..

Dear Petunia, Vernon and Dudley Dursley.
Harry Potter, the bravest wizard ever known has been murdered.
We are sorry for your troubles.

Sincerly,
Cornelious Fudge,
Minister of Magic.


Wizards from all around the world flocked into the Dursleys house. They never knew he was famous.

Owls flew in the window every few minutes, holding symapthy cards with moving pictures of a smiling Harry on the
front.

Harry's funeral was beautiful, his coffin was laid in the front of the Great Hall, his black hair looked even darker against
his white face.

Teachers, pupil's, Wiches and Wizards cried.
***

Harry looked down sorrowfully at the world below him. But then, he looked up into the loving eyes of his parents and
he smiled. They lead him towards a golden gate where all the people were smiling.
***
The next day, a large picture of a smiling Harry Potter picture hung at the top of the hall.

Dumbledore rose from his seat and cleared his throat.

Raise your goblets, for a fine wizard, who was brave, coragous and kind. Remember, Harry Potter.

My note: Ok, sorry for having such a long drawn out ending, and for killing Harry. No flames please. Well, I really
HOPE you liked it and I was in a destructive mood so I killed him. All people in this story belong to JK Rowling,
yaddy yaddy yah. Ok, thats about it. If anyone has any ideas about my other story, Harry Potter and Helen, please
e-mail me at EdelWalsh@oceanfree.net