Harry knew there was only one way he was going to kill Voldemort once and for all, and this was his last chance to do it.
Without a moment's hesitation, Harry ran straight at the Dark Lord, death the only thing left on his mind.
The world slowed down to witness the end of a terrifying era.
Ron Weasley ducked to avoid a Cruciatus curse and absently fired a counter attack at his enemy before turning quickly to his friend, knowing he would never make it in time to help. His eyes turned to Hermione's as they shared a sad moment of understanding before returning to the battle, struggling to keep their tears from blocking their vision, their pain fueling their resolve to end it all now.
Professor McGonagall stood upon a dias, ordering her stone soldiers into the fray when she saw her student rush towards the very evil she had been fighting almost her entire life. Her lips pursed in worry, but she knew as well as he that there was no other way. Her eyes closed just long enough to pray for Harry's soul. Her heart hardened to protect the missing piece of herself that left with the boy as she turned to address her newest attacker, a scream of frustration leaving her lips as she cursed him into oblivion.
Neville Longbottom shoved Luna out of the way of a particularly nasty hex and retaliated before noticing his house mate rushing at his enemy. The two students were the closest to Harry, but still nowhere near close enough to help. Instead, they put their anger and tears into every spell, keeping everyone else away from the two combatants as well. If anyone could end this, it would be Harry. They had to have faith.
Harry finally made contact with his assailant. Using his own weight and acceleration, he threw himself into Voldemort's body and sent them both careening off of the broken bridge to Hogwarts. As the two fell to their deaths, Harry's mind began to wander.
He thought about his relatives. His cousin Dudley had to grow up too fast as he came into contact with Harry's world. He silently apologized to the young man, as well as his aunt and uncle, but they became better people for it, after all. He knew they would be ok.
The faces of each of his classmates crossed his mind as well. Ron and Hermione, Neville and Luna, Dean, Seamus, Cho; so many others. They would be alright now. They would be safe.
He thought of his professors. Professor Flitwick would be so proud of the beautiful charm work he did whilst he was on the run. Professor McGonagall would probably say he could have been more proficient, but he knew that she'd have a grin and a wink as well. Madam Hooch won't have to worry about anyone ruining her brooms or eating her snitches anymore. He'd miss Hagrid and his crazy creatures, but at least Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey wouldn't be on constant alert to regrow his bones or unpetrify people because of him. Hopefully they won't have too many injuries to heal from the battle.
He thought about those who have preceded him in death. He would finally get to see his parents, to hug them, touch them, tell them how he feels. He'd see Sirius again. He'd get to apologize for his childish mistakes and rash decisions and thank him for everything he's done. He would make sure to thank Cedric Diggory for saving his life that night in the graveyard. He might not have been alive if not for him. He'll see Dumbledore again. He's really missed that mischievous twinkle. Maybe they could share a bag of lemon drops. Will there be food in Heaven? He hoped so, he was starving. How long had it been since he'd eaten?
As if against his will, his thoughts shifted to Professor Snape. Seeing his old professor's face in his mind made his heart feel heavy. His death was still so fresh. It was the first time he had ever actually touched the man, and even so close to death, he had been so warm and full of life. He had never seen his professor cry before. Maybe that's when his heart had softened. Softened...Professor Snape's hair was much softer than he would have thought. Everyone always called it greasy, but apart from some dust from the shack and blood from...well. Harry didn't want that to be his last thought.
The ground was rushing toward him. What did he want his last thought to be? Surely not the snarling face of Voldemort that he saw falling through the world beside him. No. He would die with a smile on his face. He closed his eyes and brought up the images of everyone he had ever loved, who had ever loved him. His heart froze in shock as he saw Snape's smiling face amongst them, and he couldn't stop the name from leaving his lips as his body hit the rocks below: Severus.