Sorry the chapters aren't very long, im pretty busy, so I don't get much time to write ( I hope this isn't to boring, its not an action story…

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"It all ends tonight." Harry said, as he blasted a wand at Voldemort's feet. It was a warm up more than anything; both of them knew that things wouldn't be settled with a simple stunning spell.

"I have transported us to the realm of the dead." Harry explained. All around them was a desert of darkness, wispy figures floated past, paying them only minor attention. High in the sky was a dark sun, which although entirely black in itself, seemed to cast a shade of light around them.

"Yes I know Harry; I am surprised you would resort to such measures"

"I am going to make sure that this time, when you die, you won't be coming back, and I know how to get home afterwards." Voldemort raised an eyebrow at this comment.

"So you must have been doing your homework then Harry, you need a lot of skill, in order to kill me, and almost as much to make it out of the land of dead.

Harry did not reply to this comment, he simply drew back his wand, a faint light coming from the end as he charged up for an onslaught. The battle that followed was a frenzy of complex spells and counter spells; beams of light and certain death flying either side of them by only a few inches. In the end it seemed Harry was able to take advantage of Voldemort's weakness, for whilst he was unbeatable in magic, except perhaps bar the late Dumbledore, he overlooked his physical defences.

Harry was able to fight his way until they were close together, only a meter or two apart, and then as Voldemort was summoning one of the Pandemonium curses, Harry lunged forwards with a knife, thrust up into the dark lords chest, under his ribcage, piercing his heart. Harry would never forget the feel of the blade cutting through flesh, sliding over bone and embedding itself deep within someone's being. He would always remember the feel of the hot blood as it ran down the hilt of the blade, and soaked into his sleeve. It was hotter than he would have imagined, and it would be some time before he was able to wash it out.

"A knife?" Voldemort said as he gasped for breath. "You would undo me…. with a knife?" In his delight at the battle, he had be so careless, to overlook something like that. "Have you no honour?"

"You deserve none." Harry said, as he drew the blade out, before thrusting again three more times in quick succession. He must have pierced a lung as well, as Voldemort was struggling to breath. He choked on his own blood, as his wand fell to the floor

Harry was successful, but in his success he allowed for a moment of weakness. Voldemort had a final incantation cast upon himself, a spell which would be cast as he was dying. Aurors sometimes used this, so even though they died, there could perhaps still come a little good of it. A beam of light shot from Voldemort's body which slumped to the floor, and blasted into the wand in Harry's hand.

The wand he was holding flew out of his grip, and shot high into the darkness above him. With a flash a line appeared in the sky as his wand tore through space itself, and cluttered to the ground on the muddy field, where it would be found some time later. Harry was left stunned. Why would Voldemort use such a spell as his last act? That is, until it dawned on him. Without his wand he wouldn't be able to get home.

What's more is he never told anyone how he would defeat Voldemort, for fear they would worry about him. He was trapped in the land of the dead, and as far as he knew, no one even knew he was here.

A smokey form slithered out from Voldemort's body. It looked around briefly, before slithering off with the other dead spirits, as they wandered this void.

"Don't panic Harry. Something will turn up." He said to himself. For some reason he had not feared for his life during the battle, but now that he faced being trapped here, it was all he could think about. He wandered round a few moments, searching the floor for any place his wand may have fallen, but to no avail.

"Voldemort's wand!" The idea struck him, and he felt a flood of relief wash over him. With Voldemort's wand he could return to the living world.

He walked over to where the body was still slumped, in a pool of blood.

With a small smile he reached down for the wand, but as he touched it, it crumbled into ashes, along with the body. Harry stared for a moment, before it caught in a warm breeze, and scattered across the plains.

"Ok, that might be a problem…" He said to himself, as he began to ponder

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Hermione stood staring at the muddy patch of ground where the wand had been found. "We have already had a quick look around, there doesn't seem to any sign of blood." Remus explained to the young woman. He said it in a tone which implied although Harry may not have been injured, death was quite possible.

"We have got a few members of the ministry looking further out for him. Can you think of any place he might like to go?"

"No, he would have come here to me." Hermione said. "He knew that I was worried, and he would have come to let me know that he was alright. You said there were a few people out looking, how many?" Although they didn't seem too hopeful, Hermione kept running over the message he had left her, the promise she had made, to find him. He knew something was going to happen.

Remus shifted uneasily.

"Um just two I'm afraid, Arthur Weasely and Kingsley Shacklebolt."

"Only two?" She replied incredulously. "Don't they think it's a little bit more important than that, he did save all of us after all!"

"We all know that Hermione, we know how much he has had to give up. It's just that, we don't strictly know that Voldemort is dead, and so we are out looking for him at the moment as well."

"The last thing we saw of either of them was that Harry cast some sort of black lockout field so that neither of them could escape the battle. It happened there, and suddenly the lockout field faded and both of them were gone. How even one of them is gone is a mystery in itself. No one can escape a lockout field, that's what they are there for."

"Where is his wand?" Hermione asked, still unable to organise her thoughts.

"It's away for testing at the moment; they are having a look at all of his last spells so hopefully we can figure out some sort of lead." As though on queue one of the Aurors ran over. He was quite a young man, probably in his early twenties.

"Well I tell you Professor Lupin, the early results are something else. It's too early to say yet, but whatever was going on was pretty wild. It looks like he put up a hell of a fight, we have some spells which we don't even recognise here! Can you imagine, magic like that at his age. I guess his skills were no exaggeration."

"So we are waiting on the results of those spells then? Confirmation of what they did?" Remus enquired

"That's correct sir."

"Do you mind if I have a look? I supervised Harry training a few times; I may be able to assist with a couple of those. I know he did spend a lot of time working on new spells, and although I don't know them all, I could probably spot a few."

"Certainly. Anything that could clear up the confusion would be great. The ministry needs to make an announcement soon for tomorrows edition of the prophet, but we don't know if either one of them is alive or dead."

"Hermione…" Remus said softly as he turned back to the young girl. "It might take some time, its pretty late, why don't you go in and get some rest, and we will tell you everything first thing in the morning."

"No, I can't sleep at a time like this." She answered. "I know Harry better than anyone else, I need to be here to help." Remus regarded her for a moment, before nodding.

"Very well you can help. Still, you must be cold out here. At the very least have a hot drink to warm yourself up." He said as he passed her a flask of hot chocolate. Hermione tried to pour herself a cup, and found her hands were shaking a little. Remus steading her, by placing his hands around hers. "That's it, it will be alright." He said, as he assisted her. Hermione darnk the hot chocolate in a few quick gulps. She felt a little warmer, and it helped her pay more attention to the situation at hand. It also made her head feel clearer, and everything a little quieter.

"I'm sorry Hermione." Remus said as he did the lid up on the flask. "But we have no answers yet, and you will only be worrying. Hermione gave him a confused look, before she realised what was happening, but by this point it was to late, she had been drugged. Her unconscious body fell back into the arms of Tonks, who was waiting behind her. "If you wouldn't mind taking her inside Tonks, I know how distressing times like this can be. I think this is for the best. Pray she has good news to awaken to."

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The next morning the search was still continuing. There were still a lot of questions flying around, which remained unanswered. There didn't seem to be any sign of Voldemort, or any remaining Death Eaters. If there were any followers around them they were certainly keeping under the radar. The prophet had published a report on the events of the night.

"Is this the end of Voldemort?" was the title. It was mostly just speculation on what might have happened. Surprisingly there was little mention of the fact Harry Potter was missing, it simply stated that he had been in battle with Voldemort. Remus looked at it and sighed. It seemed in history the great deeds of few often go unnoticed. More often than not it is the acts that were committed, rather than those that committed them, that are mentioned.

They had checked various locations that Harry may have been found. No sign of him had turned up at privet drive, the Burrow, or even by the grave of his parents. Remus had been especially hopeful on the latter. He knew that he himself would shortly be visiting the resting place of his friends to tell them that it was finally over, that justice had been done. After all he was the only one left now who could.

Hermione woke up in the hospital wing. Her first question was why she was there, she hadn't injured herself, then the events of the previous night came pouring back to her, and a sick feeling welled up inside. She glanced at her watch to see how much time had passed by. Several hours by the looks of it. She climbed out of bed, to find she was still in her pyjamas. Harry wasn't sitting on one of the seats at her bedside, though Ron was. This was of little consolation to her.

"Hermione." Ron said as he stood up. "You shouldn't be jumping out of bed."

"I'm not ill." She retorted curtly. "Where is Harry? Have they found him yet? Is he dead? At the commotion Madame Pomfrey came bustling into the room.

"Miss Granger, you should rest."

"Where is Harry?" she demanded again without listening.

"He hasn't come back yet." Ron explained as he took hold of her wrist, and tried to hold her back. She shook him off.

"Then I need to go and look for him."

"They are already looking for him Hermione, you shouldn't fret yourself. He will turn up. Besides, how can you help? What can one person do?"

"One person? Hermione shouted over her shoulder as she left the room. "One person saved the world last night."