Chapter 14 – The Final Battle
Everyone was forced back inside the castle due to the stamped of centaurs and other creatures which had marched up to the castle, scattering death eaters as they went. Harry dashed inside casting as many shield charms as he could around his friends, hiding beneath the invisibility cloak once again.

The death eaters had began dueling again against members of the Order and fellow students. From the corner of his eye Harry saw Bellatrix shoot a spell at Ginny which missed killing her by an inch. Ginny was straight up and sending hexes to Bellatrix. Bellatrix left no time in fighting back. Ginny was giving as good as she was getting, blocking every spell Bellatrix sent in her direction, proving how strong a witch she actually was.

"Not my daughter you bitch!" Molly Weasley shouted.
"I'm sure you could afford to lose another one, this one will end up just like poor Freddie there!" Bellatrix spat, venom in her voice and that was it.
"YOU – WILL – NEVER – TOUCH – OUR – CHILDREN – AGAIN!" Molly shouted.

The rest of the Weasley family gathered behind Molly, ready to defend their wife and mother if need be but Molly wasn't backing down nor did she want anyone to help her. Various curses and spells were shooting out of both Molly's and Bellatrix's wands. It was Molly against her, good against evil. Molly was giving everything she had got and wasn't going to give up without giving Bellatrix her just desserts. Both witches were fighting to kill in a battle where there could only be one winner. Molly wouldn't let anyone join in the fight as groups of people around them stopped what they were doing to watch these two woman duel to kill. Just then a blast of green light shot out from Molly's wand, hitting Bellatrix square in the chest, right over her heart. Bellatrix fell backwards with the force of the curse, falling to the ground, her eyes rolling back in her head. Was she gone? Voldemort screamed in complete fury, his most loyal servant was dead.

"That was for every single person she hurt and killed!" Molly stated, turning to her awaiting family who were stood in complete and utter shock and what Molly had just done.

However the fighting was far from over. Voldemort was as angry as ever, shooting spells which hit three unexpecting students, shooting them into the air but thankfully and surprisingly he didn't kill them. Voldemort seemed more furious than ever before, directing his fury to Molly, pointing his wand to her. Harry jumped forward casting a shield charm between Voldemort and Molly. The shield was so powerful it knocked several onlookers off their feet. Harry threw off the cloak once again, not caring who seen him. He actually wanted Voldemort to see him. Voldemort stopped in his tracks, spotting the alive Harry Potter. His red eyes flickered at the sight of him.

"You haven't got rid of me yet Tom!" Harry stated.

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This was it; this was the final battle, the battle against good and evil. Everyone on the good side had their wands at the ready, Harry's friends, the Weasley family, Sirius Black, Lupin, Kingsley and loads of other students from all the four houses, Slythern included. Everyone knew however that this was between Harry and Lord Voldemort.

"I don't want anyone to try and help me. It's between me and you Tom!" Harry stated.

Only one of them could survive, one of them had to die and everyone hoped and prayed that it would be Harry that would win. Both of them began circling one another, wands out as Harry spoke.

"Have you no remorse for what you've done Riddle?" Harry questioned bravery evident in his voice. "All those innocent people you killed for your own personal gain? People like my parents and Cedric."

Voldemort cackled his most evil laugh as though killing Harry would be easy, the devil in his bright red eyes. The huge watching crowds gasped, some winched and some younger students covered their eyes or grabbed hold of their friends beside them, too scared to watch. Most of them saying prayers into themselves that Harry would win. Harry was their only hope that the wizarding world would go back to being a good and happy place. Without him the death eaters and Voldemort would take over and it would be hell on earth.

"How many more of your silly little friends are you going to sacrifice now?" Voldemort questioned. "You've allowed so many of them to die for you."
"None of them!" Harry answered. "This is between the two of us Tom, just the two of us."
"HA!" Voldemort taunted. "If you have came to me sooner, then so many of these innocent people would still be alive."
"We've destroyed all of the horcruxes you made. I was the last one. You accidently made me one the night you killed my parents." Harry stated. "That's why I am still alive. You didn't know about that one did you? That's why I was able to read your thoughts, get into your head!"

The two of them began moving around in circles, like lions who were about to pounce on one another in a fight.

"You know it has to be between the two of us Tom. Neither of us can live while the other survives."
"And do you actually think you'll be the one to survive?" Voldemort taunted with another cackle. "You may have beaten me before Harry but now we'll match the power of Lord Voldemort to the famous Harry Potter."
"I don't know that for sure but I'm going to give it a bloody good go." Harry answered, showing the upmost bravery, proving to everyone why he was sorted into Gryffindor and not Slytherin.

The two of them kept taunting one another, Voldemort bringing up about Harry's mother and laughing at the thought of love protecting Harry from death when he was a baby. Harry never once wavered, he never once stepped down and gave in. Voldemort made out that Harry was weak but Harry was far from weak.

"You're the weak one Tom and you'll never know love or friendship or bravery and I feel sorry for you!" Harry stated.
"Those things are not important to me Harry." Voldemort answered.

The others in the hall were frozen in fear, watching and waiting. Waiting for something to happen, waiting for one of them to strike. Sirius Black stood helplessly wishing more than anything he could help his godson out but he knew he couldn't. Harry's friends too wished that they could intervene and help but they couldn't. Anyone who dared intervene would more than likely be killed on the spot by Voldemort. Molly and McGonagall were both sobbing into Arthur and Slughorns arms but their sobs were silent due to the large shield charm Harry had placed around them all.

"One last thing Riddle!" Harry stated. "The Elder wand was never going to be yours. Yes it was Draco Malfoy's at a time but he lost his wand the night we were at Malfoy Manor, I took it from him so I am the rightful owner of the Elder wand."
"You're lying!" Voldemort snapped.
"No I am not. So it all comes down to this. Does the wand in your hand know who that it's last owner was disarmed? Will I answer to me not you?" Harry pushed.

Voldemort had heard enough, this just added to his fury and he raised the wand and pointed it at Harry.

"Avadra Kedrava!" Voldermort shouted as green light shot out from his wand.
"Expelliarmis!" Harry shouted as red light shot out from his.

The two colours met in the middle with a merciful bang. So many of the bystanders couldn't look. Molly Weasley closed her eyes and prayed "please, please, please don't die Harry." Ron and Hermione gripped each other tightly praying into themselves too. The red light got stronger and stronger and then "BANG!" Voldemort crumbled, he was defeated, and he was dead, the Elder wand flying into the sky, landing beside Harry who had collapsed on the floor, all the energy leaving him. He used the last bit of energy he could muster to reach out and grab the Elder wand in his hand. Voldemort flew back and landed with a thud on the ground, his slit like eyes rolling upwards. Voldemort was dead, killed my his own rebounding curse.

Once everyone realised what had happened, cheers erupted around the Great Hall, wakening Harry from the trance he had fallen in too. Ron, Hermione and Ginny rushed straight to Harry's side, with Molly and McGonagall following them. Harry sat himself up on the ground, his friends crowding around him as the sun rose outside the Great Hall meaning morning had broken. Sirius Black broke through the cheering and jubilant crowd, rushing straight over to Harry's side, pulling his godson into a hug. Harry noticed tears in Sirius' eyes, a limping Lupin following him, tears trickling down his scarred face.

"Lily and James would be so, so proud of you." Sirius said. "I am so proud of you."
"We all are Harry." Molly cried, pushing Sirius aside.

Harry was engulfed in bone crushing hugs from well wishers, all wanting to congratulate him. It felt like the first time he had won a Quidditch match for Gryffindor but only much, much better.

"Harry,are you alright?" Molly finally asked him.

Harry couldn't even answer her as tiredness engulfed him. The Great Hall was now filled with people who were hugging one another, the sounds of sobs filling the room as people came to terms with what had happened. Was it really all over? No one knew.