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A/N: I'm sorry if you were mad at me because I ended my chapter with Harry about to get killed. Here is the conclusion to my story.

The Scar Still Burns

Super Crash

Chapter 5: It Still Burns

Hermione burst into the room and saw Harry frozen. She used the counter-curse to free Harry, who fell to the ground, narrowly missing the green light.

"You fool. Grrr. You had to come in, didn't you. Well, then you can die, too," Voldemort said, staring at Hermione. She went over to Harry, and Volemort's eyes followed her like a hawk.

"You'll be fine, Harry." She stared up at Voldemort. "You'll have to get through me before you get to Harry."

"Fine then. Shall we duel?" Voldemort asked, grinning.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione shouted. Harry's wand went to Hermione.

Voldemort pulled out his own wand and caught Hermione off guard.

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry saw the familiar green light go shooting and hit Hermione.

Harry ran over to Hermione. He heard her say weakly, "Here's your wand, Harry. You can win; I know it."

"Thanks, Hermione. Say hi to Ron," Harry said meekly.

"Ron's dead? I mean, good-bye Harry." Harry bent over and kissed Hermione softly on the lips before she died.

"I'm ready to continue the fight, Voldemort," Harry said.

"That's good. I thought that the mushy part would never end. Now where was I, oh yes, Avada Kedavra!"

The poison-green light shot at Harry. He dodged it again, except this time not as hurried.

"Why do you like that curse so much? Is it because it kills people quickly?" Harry asked calmly.

"Yes, I think that is the reason. Do you not like it?"

"Not one bit, Voldemort. Petrificus Totalus!" Harry called pointing his wand at Voldemort's white face.

"Wh-," Voldemort started as he was frozen solid.

Harry pried the wand out of Voldemort's stiff hand. Harry looked at him and ran from the room. While he was out of the room, a rat with four fingers on one hand came in.

When Harry came back into the room with teachers, Voldemort was gone.

"But, Professor Dumbledore, he was here, I swear!" Harry said, gawking at the empty floor.

"I know, Harry. It wasn't you fault. I think that a little rat came in. Don't worry, Harry," Dumbledore said looking at the floor too.

"Professor, there have been loses today. Ron and Hermione were killed by Voldemort. They sacrificed themselves for me and I let them down. They said to beat Voldemort. I didn't. I don't know how. I'm sorry, Ron and Hermione," Harry sobbed.

"Do not worry, Harry. I'm sure that they're just as happy as ever. You sent Voldemort into hiding again. I think that you should go to the Hospital Wing. This was a big shock. And I think that 200 points a piece for you, Ron, and Hermione. Also, we might need a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Run along to the Hospital Wing, now," Dumbledore said.

Harry went to the Hostpital Wing, sobbing for the loss of his two best friends. By the end of the year, there had been no further sign of Voldemort. That year, Harry had learned just how far friendship can go.

Years later, Harry still remembered the friendship of Ron and Hermione. He never forgot the fight between Voldemort and himself. Eventually, Voldemort had gone into complete hiding. Harry would lay awake some nights rubbing his scar because after all of those years, it still burned.

A/N: I hope it was as good as I thought it was.