A/N: I am sorry I got this up late, I know I told some of you I would have this up early this week. My boyfriend has been in the ER for dehydration and food poisoning so I am extremely tired. Also, this chapter is a bit more violent that my other chapters – so be warned. I hope I did it justice – enjoy.

Popping sounds, as if someone was cooking popcorn, filled the air. Although the sun was out, the place still looked rather bare. The grass was a beautiful shade of green, and the sun gave light that shined on the half destroyed castle. The castle was old, with stones fallen on the ground. Its basic structure was still in tact, and the few minute details of the carvings or the golden handles showed its historic significance.

Everyone had finally arrived, and began taking their positions, readying their bodies for the difficult battle that was ahead of them.

Harry kept Ginny and James behind him; his wand at the ready and his eyes focused on the door of the castle. It was a large wooden door, with carvings of words that could not be made out. Harry continued to make his way towards the door; he was ready to fight, ready to let years of anger out. His rage was building within him, and he could not control it any longer. He was tired of living in constant fear.

Hermione reached for Harry's arms, causing him to jump.

"Don't touch the door," came Hermione's voice. "It could be charmed,"

Looking defeated, Harry moved aside to let Hermione do whatever spell she was preparing to do.

"Extracto Omino" came Hermione's voice. Immediately the spell unlocked the door, assuring them that there were no harmful charms or spells. Harry went to take another step before Hermione pulled him back.

"We have to make sure it is completely safe," came Hermione's voice at a barely audible whisper.

Harry nodded and allowed Hermione to conjure a fake version of Harry. The identical looking Harry walked through the door and was immediately crushed by a falling steal plate and multiple spells shot out from the walls.

Hermione and Ron jumped back, along with Harry and Ginny and James. It was frightening how close Harry just came to losing everything. How could he be acting this stupid?

Harry took a deep breath, letting the oxygen go completely through his body so he could think more clearly but just then he saw Lupin's patronus. He turned around to see Lupin signaling for him to move back. Slightly pushing Ginny's back, he lead the group back up the hill, always looking back to be sure no one was going to creep up on him.

"What is going on?" asked Harry to Lupin.

"We want to ambush the castle first, give them a surprise attack. Then, once Voldemort is trapped, which our Aurors wont be able to hold for long, you will go in. Until then, we need all of you out here" explained Lupin.

"But-" Harry attempted to interrupt.

"No buts Harry. We need you to survive long enough to get to Voldemort. We won't risk anything else" finished Lupin.

Harry's face began to turn red. His mind was searching for an argument back but there was nothing. He was frustrated and full of rage. He looked to each of his companions, searching for support.

Ron offered a weak smile while Hermione nodded and gave him sympathetic eyes. Ginny let her hand brush his that cause him to calm down a bit. But it was James who brought him back to Earth – back to rational thinking.

"I need you, Daddy" came James' little voice.

Harry looked down. "I'll be here," said Harry, who put his hand on James' shoulder.

James walked to the top of a small hill and sat down with his knees in front of him. Ginny followed him and sat down. Hermione looked from Harry to Ginny, before deciding to sit down. Ron stayed with Harry for a few moments longer, but Harry seemed to be rather distance, in his own world really.

"Come sit down with everyone," said Ron.

"I'm too tense," replied Harry. "I just can't relax".

Time dragged on slowly and although it had only been a few minutes, the minutes felt like lifetimes. Shots of colored light could be seen from the castle windows and faint screams in the background could be heard. The battle was raging on and it was definitely in full force.

An hour passed and each of the teenagers was growing tenser. Breathing was restricted and their minds wandered to the horrors the people inside must be facing. The air was thick and dense and no one dared to speak a word.

"HARRY!" came Mr. Weasley's voice, "NOW, HARRY! NOW!"

Immediately Harry was on his feet, running at full force down the hill to the castle. Ron was on his heels, his feet hitting the ground hard. Hermione was on Ron's side, running with her wand at the ready. Neville followed, ready for the moment to finally avenge his parents. He had waited for so long, and like nearly everyone in battle, had been scarred in one way or another by the death eaters. It was his turn to get revenge. Luna ran by Ginny; the odd witch kept a close eye on the mother and son.

Ginny held James' hand as they ran, she was nervous to bring him into the battle. She knew she had no choice, as this was Harry's only chance at defeating evil and without James, hope may be lost. She didn't want to expose her son to the horrors she and so many people had experienced. However, the terror that was about to hit him when he saw The Dark Lord would be incomparable. There was nothing Ginny could do to shelter him – it was now or never.

As the group approached the giant doors, the shock of the battle hit them. Although they had fought at Hogwarts in their sixth year and at the Ministry in their fifth year, nothing could prepare them for this full-fledged fight. Bodies were everywhere with blood and limbs spread across the ground. The smell of burnt skin was lingering in the air and screams of only the most nightmarish pain could be heard. And still yet – others were fighting long and hard.

"Harry! Up the staircase!" screamed Mr. Weasley as he began dueling two death eaters. Ron turned to help fight with his father but then –

"Ron! Watch Harry! Watch James!"

Ron followed Harry up the stairs with the other teens nearby. Harry was skipping stairs two at a time. His wand was out in front of him and his grip around the end left his knuckles white.

Coming to a corner, Harry saw a cloak disappear around the end. Realizing this was it, everything he had been waiting for, and he dashed around the corner to see Voldemort run into a room. Harry followed inside and just as he did the door flew closed.

Ron shook the handle and tried to turn it, but it was locked.

"DAMNIT!" screamed Ron. He tried a spell on the lock to no avail. Hermione tried and nothing. Ron began to hit the door – he was desperate to open it.

"So Potter," said Voldemort, punctuating every syllable, "We meet again. I see you have brought some of your friends along to play".

"Still with the ego, then?" said Harry, playing along in their word fight. It was really a dangerous game of chicken.

Voldemort growled. "You've learned nothing have you, Harry. Your headmaster was just as foolish as you – he is the one who filled your mind with such false hope. Here you are – putting your friends in danger. You're losing everything you've been trying to protect. Your father did the same thing and look where it led him,"

Harry's face began to turn a crimson red as the rage began to reach him. He had crossed into a deadly territory indeed.

"And your pathetic mother. She attempted to save you, and in turn lost her own life. And now, his life will be for nothing, because I will destroy you as well," came Voldemort's voice. He was calm and his voice was taunting Harry in an almost playful way.

"AVADA –" came Harry's voice. The rage inside of him had burst.

With a wave of the Dark Lord's hand, the spell was deflected.

"You'll have to do better than that Harry," came Voldemort's voice.

"CRUCIO!" screamed Harry once again. But the spell was deflected.

"You'll fail just like all the others" said Voldemort.

Harry's rage was growing now and his body was as tense as ever. His eyes had turned a deep gold color with a red rim around them. He was so full of hate for this beast that had tortured him. It was Voldemort's fault that he lived with the Dursley's. It was Voldemort's fault that he had no parents. His fault that he had no godfather, no mentoring headmaster. It was his fault that Harry lived his life in constant fear. But not anymore. Harry was done. He wanted his friends. He wanted his family. And it was his ability to love that would be the one thing to save him.

On the other side of the door, Hermione was shooting spells at the door. She had given up on unlocking it, and her new goal was to break it down in anyway she could. She could hear nothing on the other side of the door and she was terrified that she would not be able to handle what she was going to see should she succeed in getting the door down.

Ginny was shaking uncontrollably and she was breathing heavily.

"OPEN DAMNIT!" screamed Ginny desperately at the door. James put his hand on her arm, causing her to jump slightly at the touch. James took Ginny's hand and reached in between Ron and Hermione to touch the door handle.

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF MY PARENTS! You are the one who is truly FOOLISH!" screamed Harry at Voldemort and just then, he pointed his wand at Voldemort and a stream of red light ejected from it; Harry was surprised as he did not yell a curse.

Voldemort was hit with the curse and stumbled. He fell back but regained his stance quickly. He cradled one of his arms under his robes – he was injured.

"You will pay for the Potter," and without another word, he sent the Avada curse.

James had his hand on the doorknob and had turned it – it worked! He opened the door with Ginny attempting to hold him back. Just as he did, he saw Voldemort send the curse at Harry.

Although the whole thing only took a split second, it seemed to be moving in extreme slow motion.

James leapt in front of Harry and took the curse himself. James had let his arms slip through Ginny's hand. Ginny screamed and Hermione reached her hand to grab James' shirt.

James fell to the ground with a lump and Harry immediately dropped to grab his fallen son.

"NOOO!" Screamed Harry. Ginny knelt down next to her son, and cradled his head in her arms.

"James….James…" cried Ginny in between powerful sobs.

Voldemort smiled a wicked smile and sent a final curse for Harry.

However, the Dark Lord could not of foreseen what would occur next. Harry used his body as a shield for Ginny as Ginny began to shriek. Before the curse could reach Harry, a huge force field erupted from James' tiny chest and covered Harry, Ginny, and himself and sending the Dark Lord into a fit of pain. After many screams of agony and torture, the Dark Lord ceased to move.

Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna had been knocked off their feet and thrown back against the wall by the force. Looking up, Ron stared in awe of what had just occurred.

"…Is…Is he dead?" asked Hermione in a small quiet voice.

Just then, Voldemort's body disappeared in a fit of flames.

Harry looked up, and saw the burnt rug where the Dark Lord's body once stood. He then looked at Ron, Hermione, Neville and Luna before finally looking down at Ginny. Her body was shaking, and she had her arms wrapped around James, with James' limp body held tightly against her chest. She was crying silently by now; her body in an intense state of shock from the events that had just played out.

Harry bent down and put his hand under James' head. James' cheeks felt cold, and Harry knew he was dead.