Everything belongs to JKR and her wonderful array of books ect. All I own is the plot and the cheese!

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"Voldemort?" Enquired Harry.

"Yes?" Replied Voldemort, currently pining Harry down, wand pointed down at Harry's throat.

"You are a chunk of cheese." The trick worked, and in doing so played a great part in the survival of the wizarding world.

"What?" Screamed Voldemort, completely losing his top at the maddening height of randomness.

Harry, bringing all of his remaining strength out of his drained body he heaved his body up and chucked Voldemort off. Voldemort's confusion made this task easier. Twisting Harry made for the safety of the distant police force.

"Good, that must mean there on their way." "They" were the remaining Order of the Phoenix members.

"Get him!" Shrieked Vlodemort, stepping up and straitening out his pitch-black robes. As the Death Eaters raised their wands the order and the ministry got there and the protective bodies of his saviors surrounded Harry. From then on the Death Eaters fell like files, but not before taking twenty or so ministry members and roughly the same amount of order members, including Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

Voldemort grew angry, he was on his own, no one to help him, but he pushed on anyway, had he tried to disapparate all that would have happened was, nothing. As soon as he had got there, Dumbledore had cast an anti-disapparating charm around the whole field. The most evil dark lord in a century sent five killing curses at five people; Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Dumbledore. All missed apart from one; Hermione's body fell down, lifeless.

"HERMIONE!" Harry and Ron screamed at the same time, Ron had finally admitted his feelings towards Hermione and vice-versa only weeks before, now she was dead. With a pure rush of adrenalin, Harry charged at Voldemort. It was lunacy, one person taking on the most powerful dark wizard, ever, who was armed and able, however that rush of adrenalin worked in Harry's favor, he went at a speed that would have shamed an Olympian, and covered the distance very quickly, Voldemort, however, was busy laughing at and taunting Ron. That was when it happened. As Harry drew up beside Voldemort, the force of light and darkness joined. Harry fired off shots into the side of light.

"What?" Asked Voldemort, completely nonplused by this sudden turn of events. So was Harry come to that, why had he done this, did the world mean nothing to him?

"AVADA NOMANA CEACE." The three words destroyed everyone involved in that battle on that day... Hey Voldemorts still dead, what else matters?