¨Avadakedavra!¨, ¨Expelliarmus!¨. Two simultaneous cries echoed through the whole battleground as two beams intersected. And as if on accord every fighter lowered their wands. All previous conflict forgotten as they observed the duel which would decide the fate of their world. The grounds grew quiet as hundreds of eyes laid on the two fighters, silently thrusting upon them their ideals and hopes for the future, certain no matter who won nothing would be the same.

The duelers' intent on their clash new nothing about the sudden silence, they noticed not that the fighting had stopped; all they could do was focus. Focus on that thin beam of light flowing from their wands. Gone was the taunting and grandstanding of Voldemort, his jeers for once silent. For this one was no more a battle of his cunning and power against his opponents youth and agility, it was now only a battle of will. The will of Voldemort against that of Harry Potter. Both of them knew that it was no longer a fight of the dark against the light, of the purebloods against muggleborns, this was no clash of ideals any more. Long was that time past, no, as they pushed on they knew this was a fight purely between the two of them, a fight of two men to their death.

Harry´s arm grew heavy, and his knees started to buckle underneath the stress but he pushed on, stubbornly refusing to give up now after everything that had been lost. So, certain that any second it would all end he gritted his teeth, gave a silent prayer to the Morrigan and pushed on. And with that final effort, the green light was pushed back onto Voldemort and he was no more. The light dimmed from his eyes and as his body fell, the elder wand sailed through the air into Harry´s hand. It was over… he couldn't believe it was finally over, couldn't comprehend that he was done struggling and fighting, he could finally rest and relax. As his mind tried to come to grasp with having won, a deafening roar of triumph emerged from out of the mouths of all the defenders left, rejoicing and reveling on their victory. Unheard under the cheer, went a desolate cry of loss followed by a sharp cry ¨Avadakedavra!¨, the green light impacted Harry and he died to the avenging curse of Bellatrix Lestrange. ¨I Killed Harry Potter! I killed weettle Harry! Your Boy who lived is no more¨ her deranged cries snapped the defenders back into action, and the fire of battle was relit. The bodies of both leaders lay forgotten as the fighting picked up again around them. And as the conflict raged a black crow dove onto the body of Harry potter and made away with the elder wand.

The first thing Harry knew was darkness. All encompassing darkness accompanied by a steady beat, but before he could see anything else tiredness overcame him and he knew no more. He woke up several more times, always to that very same darkness and always for brief periods of time. From his memories the last he could recall was the bright green light heading for him so he assumed he had died. Yet this time he hadn't gone to kings Cross station, there was no Dumbledore to receive him again, no deformed lich of a dark lord hiding beneath a bench seat, for which he was truly grateful as it had been a nauseating sight. Seeing neither of them he guessed he was truly dead, no do over or second chance this time.

He had hoped for an eternity with his parents and loved ones in the afterlife, laughing and messing around with Padfoot and Moony, but an eternity of peace, and rest in the comforting darkness wasn't a bad alternative. He supposed usually one would bemoan the injustice of dying so young, but the war had been dreary and taxing and by the end the only thing he had wanted was to be done with it. Too much responsibility had been piled on his shoulders. It came a point where he had wanted to be done with everything and just ran, but he had persevered for his friends. Speaking of whom, Hermione and Ron where going to be pissed off at him. Well t least he had broken up with Ginny after Dumbledore's funeral so she shouldn't be hit as harshly by his death, and he could rest in peace knowing he had taken care of Riddle, ensuring his loved ones had an easier time.

As time passed Harry started to be awake for longer intervals of time, and noticed more of his surroundings. The darkness was not infinite s he had once thought, as he could feel the walls of his abode if he stretched out, and the calming rhythm he had gotten used to seemed to beat almost as if a heart. This hints started to form a picture in his mind of his surroundings, that wasn't completed until the walls started closing around him. He was inside someone! What was even worse he was being born again. The birth hadn't been a nice experience, the walls had squeezed him so hard he couldn't help but be reminded of apparition as he was pushed by them further down. The experience seemed to go on forever until he finally saw the light, and then suddenly he was outside.

The harsh light made him squint, and his chest felt heavy and painful until he remembered to breathe with a mighty cry. He bellowed against the blinding light until he managed to calm himself. The first thing he felt were gentle hands wrapping him with a soft cloth and carrying him through the air, he almost cried again scared by his total lack of control of where he was going but before he could start bellowing, the trip was over and he was laid on a soft surface where he could hear that same calming beat that had accompanied him before. The familiar sound calmed him and once his vision cleared he found himself looking into his own emerald eyes, bright and green as he had seen them on the mirror a thousand times. His eyes were looking down on him from the sweaty and tired face of a beautiful woman. She had chestnut hair that seemed to fall easily in ringlets, and straight and elegant features, but what stood about her was her smile which seemed to blossom each time she looked at him.

"He is perfect my love" Startled by the gruff voice, Harry turned his eyes over the shoulder of the woman he supposed was his mother. There he could see the figure of a man, though he was too far and he could not discern his features until he walked closer to lay a kiss upon his new mother's brow. The man was handsome, with a strong jaw upon which sat a mischievous smile that spoke of the promise of jokes and pranks. His face was enveloped in a neat beard that flowed into a mustache, but where his facial hair was tidy; the dark gray hair on his head stood up on ends in a familiar bird's nest that he knew would be untamable no matter how much effort Harry had tried in his own life. Though the man's eyes were of a harsh blue they were framed on the sides by wrinkles that spoke of laughter and joy. While Harry was busy observing him, the man spoke again "What shall we name him?"

"I was considering naming him Richard after my father, but now that I have him in my arms I think he looks more like a Harys to me" said his mother as she made an adorable pout as she thought."Harys Morrigen" said the man as if trying out the name, before beaming a smile "I like it wife, he shall surely be a dashing knight the likes of which makes maidens think at night once he is fully grown" He laid a gentle and calloused hand on Harrys head before proceeding to kiss his wife gently.

After the kiss finished his mother replied while sporting a soft blush upon her cheeks and a fake glare in her eyes "Don't start corrupting our son until he at least can swing a sword my Lord." The man's only reply was to boom with laughter as he embraced both his son and wife in his arms. And that's how between his mother's arms and surrounded by his father's laughter Harry once again fell asleep.

Author Notes: Hi, first of all thank you for reading this story, this is my very first story so if you have any advice i will hear you out. that said any flames or non-constructive reviews will be ignored. I will try to upload this story as often as posible. Hope you have enjoyed this chapter and that you all have a nice day :)