A/N – Thank you everyone who followed, favorited and reviewed the first chapter, I hope I will do this story justice in this chapter. I have about 2 more chapters left of this story which I hope you enjoy. I am sorry how late this chapter is, but life got in the way of me writing and publishing it.

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Harry Potter believed he was going to die that day, and in a way he did. With every life brutally taken a part of his soul was crushed. He knew what his role was and if it meant less innocent lives were taken then he was willing to walk to his death, which he was.

Walking through the destroyed corridors of Hogwarts, memories flooded his mind. It was an comfort, to have the destruction replaced with his memories of the good times. He took his time walking towards the Forbidden Forest, where only death was waiting to greet him as an old friend. He looked at the fallen, those who were giving comfort and to what his home had become. He didn't want it to end like this, he couldn't bear another person dying in his name, to tell their parents the reason they died was for him.

He saw Ginny trying to comfort a young girl and her mother, he wanted to stop walking and kiss her one last time but he couldn't. He had broken up with her ages ago and it would be no good confusing her emotions before he died.

He saw Colin, a boy who in retrospect looked so small among the ruins of Hogwarts, he could see Dennis his younger brother body being shielded under him.

He walked out of Hogwarts and walked the path where Hermione had punched Malfoy in their third year, he could see Hagrid's hut which seemed to loom in the darkness and so did the many memories that happened there; rock cakes and copper kettles, Norbert the Dragon, Hermione telling them what Mudblood meant, Ron throwing up slugs, his and Hermione's adventure with time-traveling.

Though he carried on walking passed the hut and to the edge of the forbidden forest, which although was supposed to be forbidden, held alot of no-fond memories.

He stopped and took a shaky breath. He could feel the effect of the dementors, sucking away all the happiness he once had. With shaky hands, he combed through his hair with his fingers and cleared the dirt on his glasses the most he could with the bottom of his shirt. It wasn't that he wanted to be presentable but the fact that the small actions gave him some small comfort that he greatly needed.

He could a deep breath, and closed his eyes, he could imagine in his mind his parents, Sirius and Remus. He imagined them trying to tell them that everything was going to be alright and that they were proud of him, he could hear his voice in his mind saying how sorry he was and asking stupid questions that he didn't ever want to know. Like how much does dying hurts.

Too soon the images of them vanished from his mind and he opened his eyes. He wasn't ready for this at all but he knew he had no choice. He didn't want anyone else being killed because of him.

He walked into the forest, he felt the dementors affect on him yet he didn't let it matter to him, in fact he used that emptiness as fuel to his resolve, to make him carry on walking. For it was better for one person to feel this way than the whole of the Wizarding world. He didn't know where he was going yet his feet were leading him to an area that he knew quite well due to his adventure with Ron in their second year. It was the clearing of Argog and all his children. Though they weren't there anymore, instead he could see lots of death eaters hanging around, some with their masks on and some without. There was a fire burning in the middle and looking straight into it with their back towards him was Voldemort.

He felt the hushed of silence as someone noticed that he was there, rather than heard it. He was too caught up on the sight of someone that once use to be a normal boy like him, a person who had destroyed so many lives that will still destroy so many lives. He just wished that his sacrifice meant some people would be safe.

"HARRY NO! WHAT YE'R…"

He heard Hagrid being silenced and looked away to see him tied up to a tree, he could see the look of horror on his face. He just stared at him before turning his attention of Voldemort who had turned and was looking at him with the Elder wand in his hand. He looked amused that he was there. That he knew he would come.

"Harry Potter, I thought you wouldn't have come, you were cutting it fine."

"I'm here Tom."

If there was anything that would be his last words, it would be the reminder that he was still just a boy, that he once lived in an orphanage, that he was once picked on, that he had once died.

"No longer will you be the Boy Who Lived." The Death Eaters that had created a semi-circle around Voldemort all held their breaths as Voldemort raised the Elder wand at him, he wanted to close his eyes but didn't. He didn't take the wand out that was burning in his pocket, like it was begging to be used to help protect him.

He wouldn't fight.

Voldemort had won.

He, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived had finally ran out of luck.

He heard something in the bush next to him.

He felt footsteps coming towards him.

He saw the look of shock on the unmasked Death Eaters faces, yet none of them were moving.

He heard Voldemort say "Avada Kedavra!"

He saw the green light leaving the Elder wand.

He saw someone getting in the way of the Killing Curse.

He saw his best friend lifeless body crumple to the ground.

He didn't see or hear anything else though if he did he would have heard a shocked-filled silence. All he could see was Hermione's opened eyes glazed over looking straight at him, with a small smile on her face.

He felt anger, he felt his magic inside of him trying to break free. If he had looked up he would have seen that a strong wind had formed around them all, blowing the fire in the middle out, making it impossible for anyone else to see anything.

He looked up and focused his energy and hatred onto Voldemort. He didn't remember reaching for his wand but it was in his hand, or rather the Elder wand was. He realized right then, that he was it's master. He remembered seeing Draco Malfoy disarming Dumbledore, he remembered disarming Draco at the Malfoy Manor, where Hermione was being tortured. He was it's true master and it had responded to his emotions.

He could see that Voldemort was shocked but hid it with anger, he could see that the death eaters were trying to send spells at him but he had unconsciously put up a shield. It was only the three of them now. He reached for his old wand, Draco Malfoy's wand that he had been using. He threw it to Voldemort who was surprised but picked it up nonetheless. He saw that the Death Eaters stop and had gone quiet, knowing that they were going to witness the last battle of this war, how the outcome would be decided then and there.

"Hermione Jean Granger, the women you just killed. She always went on about giving people chances and that everyone should have the chance to defend themselves, so that's what you have. A chance."

His voice was detached of any emotions as was his face, though in his eyes they could see all the anger that was building up inside, he wanted to destroy Voldemort's last hope and so he threw a spell a Nagini, killing it (though when he would look back he wouldn't remember what curse he had used) and the Horcrux inside. He saw Voldemort stumble backwards, a hand to his chest as if it physically hurt.

"It was her who discovered that your snake was a Horcrux, she was the one who realized that you made another by accident within me, due to my mother's death. She found a controlled muggle way of killing me before bringing me back to life. Your last Horcrux is dead. It's just you and me now."

"What no-one else going to be your shield? No one else going to die in your name like your mudblood friend did?"

They both stood there for a tense while that seemed to have gone on for ages and yet finished too quickly, they both pointed out their wands and said their desired spell.

"Expelliarmus!"

Although Harry thought he had enough hatred to conduct the killing spell, he knew Hermione would never forgive him, she treasured life and he would rather had the pleasure of seeing him rot in prison for the rest of his life or watching him go through the Veil.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort was shocked to say the least when the two spells hit in the middle, it seemed for a while that he was going to win before the bright orange light surged forwards and caused him to let go of his wand, the wand flew into the hand Harry Potter. Though it didn't matter, his spell was going for Harry Potter, now that his spell was no longer there protecting him.

However before it reached him it seemed like time itself had slowed down and he could see the ghost of the two women who had died for this boy. Lily Evans and Hermione Granger the two mudbloods who were deemed the brightest of their age, yet still died at his hand. The mudblood that he had just killed didn't look like the mess her body was in, but rather full of life in a sort of twisted way. He knew just then what she had done. What was going to happen to him.

"When will you ever learn Tom?"

They said together eerily, he was trying to move but he couldn't he wanted to say something but all he could see was the two ghosts. He wasn't sure if anyone else could see them but knew that if they could they would be terrified as well. "Love is the most powerful spell out there."

Time seemed to go back to normal and he saw the green light, not even hit Harry, not even going past the mudblood's body before it came coming back at him.

'I knew I was getting rid of mudbloods for some reason,' was his last thought as the green light hit him and he fell backwards, dead before hitting the floor.

It went silent as many Death Eaters were seeing their Lord dead in front of them, some tried to run away but before they could they were stopped by the sight of everyone from Hogwarts in a circle surrounding them. There was no way out as there was more than one wand trained on every Death Eater. Slowly one by one they dropped their wands and went to their knees, their hands up in surrender.

Though some tried to fight, for example Bellatrix, they were disarmed and quickly bounded with magic.

This did not matter to Harry.

All he could think about was seeing his mother and Hermione protecting him.

All he could think off was the ghost of Hermione who was still there, holding his mother hand. He wanted to say something but he couldn't, the words stuck in his throat. His eyes burned with tears, though he didn't dare blink incase they went away.

"Hermione…"He whispered, he wasn't sure anyone else could see them, but talks in the future taught him that he was the only one alive that witness what happened.

"Harry Potter, I …" Hermione started to say before a bright light blinded him and he opened his eyes to see them fading away.

He didn't want to see her go, he realized in the moment he saw he die that he had loved her.

He loved the girl who first fixed his glasses, time and time again.

He loved the girl who was made him stand up for others, time and time again. Not because she was helpless, she was far from that and wouldn't allow him to get but because he wanted to get that feeling he got every time she would smile at him for helping.

He loved the girl who even though was afraid of heights, flew a Hippogriff with him just to protect someone who was innocent, flew so many times because he needed her.

He loved the girl who stuck by him through everything even when he treated awfully.

He loved the girl who took his breath away at the Yule Ball, not because he didn't think she was beautiful, she just looked more beautiful then, maybe because for once she could see what he could see everyday.

He loved the girl who had saved the world. He promised himself that he would remind the world of this every chance he got.