It all seemed so surreal. But when he heard Bellatrix Lestrange shout, "Come on Harry! Come out… We know you're there." it hit him. This wasn't a practice session. This wasn't a dream. He felt Ginny's warm hand close around his.
"Ginny-" he whispered, but Ginny interrupted him before he could finish.
"I'm not afraid to die, OK. And I'm not afraid to live. The whole order is behind us. Just give the signal." He sighed, and put up his wand and shot three red sparks into the sky. Without looking back, Ginny ran out of the trees, shooting spells at Bellatrix. Harry hesitated and looked back at Ron and Hermione. The couple kissed, and ran out behind Tonks and Remus, Who were shooting spells at Mcnair. He took a moment to think about whom to attack, while the rest of the order ran into the clearing.
"STUPIFY!" he yelled, hitting Bellatrix by surprise. The spell hit her square in the chest, just as her stunning spell had done to his godfather three years ago. Ginny looked back and smiled as her fiancé came out of the trees. "GINNY!" he yelled, as a jet of green light came towards her.
He ran the extra six feet between them and pushed her down. He felt the heat of the spell graze his back, and cried out in pain and shock. "Harry?" cried Ginny.
"I'm okay," He panted.
He started to get up, but Ginny said, "Oh, I like it here." Harry smiled. It was a humorless smile, a war-ridden smile, but a smile nonetheless. "That's the first time you've smiled in months." Harry hesitated a moment, but then another jet of emerald light came towards them.
He kissed her briefly and, after dodging it, said "Come on." He started running towards the battle.
"Harry!" Ginny called after him, "I love you."
Harry stopped. " I love you too." Then they ran and stared shooting spells at the death eaters. In just an hour's time most of the death eaters were down, along with half the order. Hermione had stunned Crabbe, only to be stunned herself. Ron had revived her, but no one could seem to undo he spell on Bellatrix (If they were trying).
"Half the order's down." Harry said plainly when Ron came near. Ron shook his head sadly, and then dodged a stunning spell. As Harry produced a shield charm and it bounded back on Peter, Harry saw him. Voldemort. "Ron, go. Protect the rest of the order"
Ron looked around and saw him. "Harry," he whispered, turning to him, "I can-"
But Harry cut him off. "No Ron, no one can help me now." Ron knew there was no arguing, and turned his back to the Dark Lord. There was a flash of light, and Ron hit the ground, screaming in pain. Voldemort started laughing, a cold, hard laugh. Harry ran towards Voldemort.
The pain in his scar increased every step, but he didn't care. But then he was hit with the crusious curse, and screamed in agony. After what seemed like hours, but was only about a minute, Voldemort lifted the curse. Voldemort had started laughing, and Harry had started whimpering.
" Harry Potter." Voldemort's voice chilled Harry to the bone. Harry started to stand up, but fell back down again, still whimpering. Suddenly he saw an orange glow. It surrounded him, and he looked up. He saw Hermione running away, until she too hit the ground in agony.
Voldemort started shooting spells at Harry. But they just bounced off the shield Hermione put around him. While he recovered his strength under the shield, he thought of Ginny. What was she doing? Was she safe? Was he wrong to let her fight? Just thinking of the pain she might be in right now, and all the pain this war had caused her in the past, gave him the strength to fight back at Voldemort.
He stood up, breaking through the shield, it evaporated, and Harry knew what he had to do. This is what he had been practicing for all year. He had one chance, and only he could do it. Only he could destroy Voldemort. If he messed this up, it would be the end of him, Ginny, and all of who knows what else.
He pointed his wand at Voldemort. He saw Voldemort start to say 'Avada Kedavra.' He whipped his arm around, silently pushing him back. This confused the Dark Lord. This also gave Harry a split second advantage, and he took it. He pointed his wand at his enemy one last time, and did it.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" The pain in both his arm, and his scar, was unbearable. He screamed in agony, no longer aware of anything around him. He heard a loud screeching all around him. He gripped his arm, only to find it hurt him more. He looked down at his right arm. It was swollen and badly bruised. He dropped his wand, because it felt like it was on fire. The last thing Harry did before he passed out, was vomit.