A/N: oh, so sorry, i haven't updated in forever. Been super busy and all that. My deepest apologies. Well here goes:

Voldemort's eyes were wide and for the first time ever, Harry detected a flicker of fear in them.

"So what if you know about my horcruxes?" Voldemort spat. He shot more curses at Harry. "You don't know everything."

"There are seven," Harry said calmly and spun like a dancer.

"Six," Voldemort shouted at Harry's mistake.

"Are there?" Harry asked cooly. "The diary, which I destroyed in my second year, your father's ring which Dumbledore destroyed, Nagini, which Ron killed that night at the Manor. Let's see... There is also the cup, the locket, the diadem."

"That makes six," Voldemort said angrily. His secrets were exposed, Harry Potter knew.

"But I bet you didn't know that you made a seventh."

"I did nothing of the sort."

"That night, when you murdered my parents, you tried to kill me. I did not die because of my mothers' love. You also ended up placing a piece of your soul inside of me."

"That's not possible."

"Pssh! Yeah it is. You tried to kill me down in the Chamber, again. I knew I wasn't going to die because I knew that there was a horcruxe inside of me which you would destroy when you sent the killing curse at me. It was true, I was technically dead for a moment or two."

"This is impossible!" Voldemort shot a Killing Curse so close to Harry's head, he felt it brush his hair. He could've sworn some of his hair fell to the ground and out of his head.

"No, it's not," Harry said. He finally stopped moving. "You are powerless, Tom."

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled.

Harry was not expecting this. He quickly reacted and shouted, "Servo Ex Nex!" The golden shield protruded out of his wand and the jet of green absorbed into it. Harry was not expecting what happened next to happen either. Suddenly his shield gave way and he flew backwards and landed on his back. He felt so weak.

"Poor Potter," Voldemort said and he strode slowly toward Harry, his wand at his side.

Harry rolled over. He saw Voldemort coming towards him. His wand was in his hand and he knew what he had to do. Without any sign of warning, Harry pointed his wand at the target and cried out loud, "Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort froze in his tracks and did not react fast enough for the jet of green light flying at his face. The curse struck his chest and he looked one last time at Harry and then fell to the ground. He muttered, 'Harry Potter,' and then said nothing else and did not move any more.

Harry was wiped from his shield charms and he too laid on his back looking up at the sky. It was dark and there was little light and he saw a lot of stars. Then a shooting star whizzed by. 'Ya know what?' Harry thought. 'I don't want to make a wish because Voldemort is dead and I have all I ever wanted right here.'

"Harry?" Hermione called. "Harry? For goodness sake! Harry!" Hermione ran to him and kneeled down next to him.

Harry was looking up but still laying on his back. "Hermione," he whispered. "Where's Ron and Ginny?"

"I don't know," Hermione replied. "Here, drink this." She held a small bottle in front of his face. He sat up and he drank it.

"What was it?" Harry asked.

"A potion," Hermione answered.

"What type... ohhh..." Harry fell back again in total darkness.

When he awoke, his eyes were flooded with light.

"Madam Pomfrey! The potion has wore off!" someone called closed to Harry.

Harry opened his eyes and he was surrounded with Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Madam Pomfrey.

"How are you feeling Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

Harry sat up slowly thinking he might feel weak and fall backwards onto the pillow but he didn't. He was fully able to sit upright on his own. "I feel great," Harry said and was speaking the truth. "Last night was quite interesting, wasn't it?"

"Bloody brilliant!" Ron cried. "I was shocked, I was with Hermione and we were facing some death eaters and then I hear You-Know-Who shouting all these Unforgivables and then he's like, 'Poor Potter' so I thought you may have been... you know... done for so I turned to look and all of a sudden you're like, 'Take that! No one messes with Harry Potter!' and he's on the ground and you're on the ground."

Hermione flicked her wand at him and his mouth kept moving but no sound came out. "Ron was assuming the worst," Hermione summed up. She flicked her wand again and Ron's voice was filling the room. "Shush Ronald."

"That was some spell," Ginny commented. "With the golden shield."

"It took a lot of magic and should've only been attempted by someone who had the strength at that time," Hermione said looking at Harry. "But Harry was right to use it since he couldn't get out of the way."

"You are free to go, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey announced. "Hopefully, this would've been the last night you'll spend in this ward. You manage to find your way here at least once a year. If it's not You-Know-Who, it's a Quidditch accident. If it's not a Quidditch accident, it's dementors."

Harry smiled and got up from the bed. Taking Ginny's hand, the four left the hospital wing.

The left the castle and went to sit on the grounds outside. All of the Hogwarts students were gathered outside of the castle enjoying the world without Voldemort threatening their lives. All thanks to The Boy Who Lived.

A/N: The End! Hope you liked, bad at endings, I know but I tried. :