A/N: This is just a quick one shot on what I think is going to happen at the end of the HP series. And if you really look into it, sadly, it all fits so neatly…-cries in a corner-
Anyways. Please tell me what you think. And don't kill me.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it so nar.
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It felt as if the world was crashing about him. He wiped the blood coming from the cut on his brow trying to ignore the unconscious, dead, and dying bodies were strewn everywhere, amongst which battled the last remnants of the Order and the Death Eaters.
As Harry looked up, and into the burning red eyes of Voldemort, and saw his sardonic grin.
"And so ends Harry Potter." He hissed slowly, the grin widening.
It was as if the last piece of a puzzle came sliding into place, clicking into a harmonious place with its brother's and opening the long shut tumbler of the locked mystery. Echoes of things that had haunted him for years came floating to the surface of his mind, making perfectly brilliant sense.
Dumbledore had sat calmly across from him, his blue eyes more piercing than usual…
"Unless I'm much mistaken, he transferred some of his powers to you the night he gave you that scar. Not something he intended to do I'm sure. …"
"Voldemort put a bit of himself in me?" Harry had asked, thunderstruck.
"It certainly seems so."
A piece of himself…a bit of his soul…
After the year and a half of desperate work to find all the Horcruxes, they had still been left empty handed. After all their hard work, and the startling discovery that Regulus Black had been the mysterious R.A.B. and that the heavy locket they had found in their fifth year in Grimmauld Place was in fact Slytherin's locket…There was always one of the seven missing. One piece that even Voldemort had overlooked…not even realizing it was there the whole time…
But now everything was falling into place, everything made sense.
The powers that they shared...
...the abilities of Salazar Slytherin...
A bit of his soul…
He was one of them.
He Harry…was a Horcrux…
…the last Horcrux…
But that would mean…
Professor Trelawney's words came floating to him, like those of a ghost…telling him what he had suspected all along…
"And either must die by the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…"
"Neither can live…"
"While the other survives…" muttered Harry, a slightly surreal grin coming to his face.
"Yes Potter. Smile in the face of Death…for it will be the last thing you do."
Harry's smile turned to that of grim determination, his green eyes blazing. He almost smiled at the slight look of shock that passed over Voldemort's face as he cast his wand to the side. Now he knew why McGonagall had stressed wandless magic so much…the brothers could not fight each other, but their owners could…
"Yes Potter, there is no defense, accept your defeat…" Voldemort hissed, comin closer, to ensure it would be he who killed "The-Boy-Who-Lived".
"AVADA KEDAV…"
Harry heard The Dark Lord yelling these words, but he paid them no mind. He thought the killing curse in his own mind, concentrating on it, brining it up with all the boiling hatred he had for the pitiful creature in front of him…
There were twin flashes of brilliant green light and both combatants fell backwards falling like rag dolls to the floor, their expressions frozen in time forever. Voldemort's was one of pure shock and pain…the first feeling of true death…but Harry's could not have been more contrasted.
For as the savior of the Wizarding world fell to the floor…
…his face wore a smile.
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Yeah…morbid I know. But it works. A penny for your thoughts?