Chapter 1: The Final Battle

"No." The barely audible whisper seemed to echo around the great hall. "No, no, no! NO!"

All around him were the bodies of the people he loved. His friends. His family. In a split second, the last few hours played back in his head.

Percy had just made amends with his family when Puis Thicknesse, the imperiused minister, got him from behind. Before Mr. and Mrs. Weasley could react, Bellatrix and her equally insane husband crucioed them, torturing them before their bodies couldn't take it anymore and failed them. Fred and George, too enraged by their family's death's, couldn't handle the swarm of dementors, and were subjected to their deadly kiss. Neville was so brave. He took on five death eaters at once, until he tripped over a body and was strangled to death by the devil's snare he was carrying.

Luna and Seamus were killed by Crabbe and Goyle, who were also killed by the back fire of their own curse. Before they died though, they had set fire to the room of requirements, using fiendfyre. Nobody bothered to try to put it out, until they discovered that Tonks and Ginny was still inside. They both perished in the cursed fire.

Remus, who was so saddened when he found out about his wife, simply gave up. He didn't put up a fight with the giant spiders when they devoured him. His last screamed words were heard through out the castle. "I HAVE NOTHING LEFT!"

Hagrid was also overwhelmed by Aragog's descendants. Fang, his boarhound, sat whimpering in the corner until the wall behind him toppled on top of him.

Of the teachers who fought bravely against Voldemort, none survived the duel.

Ron and Hermione. His best friends off all his wizarding life had perished in the Chamber of Secrets. While attempting to get the fangs from the basilisk, the ceiling caved in on them from too much strain from the battle on the aged castle.

All of his friends. Gone. Dead. He was alone in the world.

"Aww, how sentimental. A bit melodramatic though, don't you think?" His voice was a knife to his sanity. "I mean, you're not completely alone. You still have the weasel twins for company. Even if they are a bit… unresponsive." His laughter filled the Great Hall, echoed by his mindless followers who were forming a circle around the two of them.

Anger bubbled in his core, spreading through him like wild fire.

"Stay out of my head!"

Voldemort's voice was deadly calm. "Temper, temper, Potter. I should teach you some manners before I kill you." He pointed his wand at him.

Pain seared through every vein in his body. It was like downing a straight shot of basilisk venom. His scream only made Voldemort and the Death Eaters laugh harder. "Had enough, Potter?"

"Just kill me already, if you're actually going to do it! Haven't you tortured me enough? Why not just let me live with what I've already lost? Because you're afraid of me! You're afraid that I'm going to get to kill you. You're a coward." Venom flowed in his words.

Like his voice, Voldemort glare was icy.

"So be it Potter. I grow tired of this battle. Seeing as you only live to end me, I see no reason for you to be alive.

Harry looked into Voldemort's gaze with no fear, no determination at all. The only emotion present at all was the burning hate that was scorched in his eyes.

It was as if someone had pushed the mute button on a muggle remote. He couldn't hear a sound.

He saw him raise his wand. His head was titled to the side like a curious child, wondering what would happen next. Harry looked back into the red eyes and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear-he saw the mouth move and a flash of familiar green light and he was ended. Simply ended. Just like that. He wished he had a second chance.

Author's Note: Okay, so I've been working on this for a while, and I finally got around to typing it It takes place in DH, the last battle. Okay, let's just say that everything is canon until the battle actually starts. The thing with Sevvy happened. You know the memories… Yeaah. Sorry it's so dark but it'll get better, I promise.

And the last part, were Voldemort killed him; I took almost word for word from the book. It was just such an awesome piece of literature, and I wanted to keep that there.

*Harry apparates in*

Me: *falls of chair* WTFFF!

Harry: You killed us off?

Me: Harry, Harry, calm down. There was a reason behind it all. You know how I hate the killing off of my characters! (BTW, not mine, they ALL belong to the wonderful J K Rowling)

Harry: *pouts in corner*

Kkay, see you next week! I promise that Harry will be in a slightly better mood :3 And a visit from an old friend is ensured :D

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