(Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter - J.K. Rowling does. I'm just a fan... -sighs-)
Set during Deathly Hallows, last two chapters are ignored.
Warnings: Character deaths - alot of them...
Now... On with the story...
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Harry surveyed the scene in front of himself. There were bodies littered everywhere – all of his friends, family, traitors, and just people of the Light that had opposed Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Everyone had died. And he was the only one left.
Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Ginny Weasley had died in battle, dueling Amycus Carrow.
Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Lupin, and Bill Weasley had died while dueling Bellatrix Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov, and the Lestrange brothers.
Fred and George Weasley had died in an explosion of one of the walls, crushing them in the process.
Charlie Weasley and Fleur Weasley died from two stray Killing Curses.
Professor McGonagall, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Professor Slughorn, and Professor Flitwick died at the hands of Voldemort himself while Professor Snape was killed by Nagini for being a traitor to the Dark.
Everyone was gone….
And as Harry looked up at the wand pointed at his heart and the red-eyed, smirking snake-like man, he welcomed the next two words:
"Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green light, a rushing sound, and a thump was the last things he saw and heard before his world went black. Dying wasn't so bad when you knew what waited for you afterwards.