Disclaimer: Dont own harry potter or neville or voldy
He felt the weight of his responsibility again. Harry had just come back from destroying another horcrux. He had only one more to destroy not counting the one in Voldemort himself. You don't have to fulfill your destiny. You could run and never look back. They would never find you. Or you could join them, so that darkness would rein forever, said a cold, snide voice in his head. However much he hated his life, he would not run. He would make sure that those who had given their lives for him would be honored. Only Voldemort would think a thought like that. Wait, me thinking like Voldemort? He remembered Dumbledore saying "He transferred some of his powers to you the night he gave you that scar. That's why you can speak parseltoungue." And it was then that Harry realized: he was the 6th horcrux. But wasn't it his destiny to kill Voldemort? The prophecy said the chosen one must kill the dark lord. It was then that Harry made the second uncomfortable discovery that day: if he couldn't kill Voldemort, then he was not the chosen one. Neville was. Harry grabbed some floo powder, stuck his head in the fire, and yelled, "Neville, we need to talk."
The Last Battle"You have lost. You are wandless, defenseless, and I am bout to kill you," yelled Voldemort, "It's just me and you! Avada Kedavra!" Harry died with a smile of triumph.
"He is not alone!" Neville appeared from the shadows.
"It is too late, the chosen one is dead!"
"Petrificus Totalus! That's where you're wrong! Harry was the 6th horcrux, I am the chosen one, and you are at my mercy, imobilized," Neville paused," you, not me, are going to die. Avada Kedavra!"
And with that, the battle was over.