"Coming in the Air of the Night" By Phil Collins...Harry/Voldemort Last Stand.

Harry took a last look behind him. Hermione and Ron were keeping the Death Eaters off him for as long as possible. Harry knew it was now or never.

"Voldemort!" He shouted rather unsteadily.

"Harry," came the hissing reply from straight ahead. Harry looked up into those red eyes.

"Shall we do this?" Harry asked.

"Let's."

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment, all my life, Oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord

There was only silence now that the battle weary patrons were watching the center of the action. The adversaries just stood there glaring at each other, waiting for the other to flinch.

Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am

"You hesitate, Potter. That is something I did not expect from you." The Dark Lord began to pace back and forth, sizing up his competitor.

"You don't know me well enough to presume anything, Voldemort." Harry began to counteract the pacing exactly opposite of his arch nemesis. Voldemort would walk left. Harry would walk to the right. The entire time not taking their eyes off each other.

Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies


And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord

"What are you waiting for? Scared to die? The chosen one afraid to see his parents again?" Voldemort hissed, straightening his robes for no reason other than to show his foolhardy confidence.

Harry stopped pacing. "I have been waiting for this moment all my life. What's a few more minutes?"

Well I remember, I remember don't worry
How could I ever forget, it's the first time, the last time we ever met

"Do you remember that night, Harry? Do you remember seeing your mother die? She didn't have to. She could have run. She could have left you to die, that fool of a woman," the Dark Lord said as he turned to face Harry.

"Nothing you can say will get to me, Voldemort. I know why she died. I know you killed her. You never had a life. Would your parents die for you, Tom? Would your mother give her last breath to save you?" Harry took a deep breath. He knew it was coming.

"CRUC--"

"PROTEGO!" Harry was still standing. He looked again on those red slits. "It hurts doesn't it? Knowing no one loved you. Knowing you weren't good enough to be loved. But I was. My mother blessed me with her death. She blessed me with the deepest love. You will never know what that feels like. You can take all the blood you want from me, Voldemort, but you will never know love. Dumbledore knew it would be the death of you. He knew that as long as I knew I was loved, you would die."

But I know the reason why you keep your silence up, no you don't fool me
The hurt doesn't show; but the pain still grows
It's no stranger to you or me

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord...

The curses began to fly. The sparks and wisps of smoke began circling around the two of them. There was a whisper of a curse hanging in the air soon after. The lingering sound of which bringing forth gasps from Death Eaters and Order members alike. Someone had muttered the Killing Curse. The smoke loomed in the late afternoon sky obscuring their view. A moment had passed when a silhouette emerged from the cloud. A small frame of a man. Harry Potter became once again The-Boy-Who-Lived.