The Icelandic wind pierced through his robes as Harry Potter attempted to calm his mount. The horse, a solid black mare, stamped her feet angrily. "She is anticipating this" Harry thought " This is her moment, just as it is mine, to prove herself"

One thought repeated itself in his mind:"This must end here and now"

Harry glanced over, and could make out the broad silhouette of Ron, nervously attempting to control his horse. Harry was aware that over a hundred of his fellow Hogwarts graduates stood next to him, ready and ambitious to fight for a good cause. Harry had summoned, not intentionally, an army of eighteen year old wizards. Surrounding them were the members of the Ministry of Magic looking somber and cold. Before him was a group of the topmost Aurors, leading this small army, mounted on hippogriffs. They were all eager for it to end. Three years of the constant torment by Lord Voldermort, the deaths of countless wizards, the agony of finding out that he has destroyed another family or killed another child. Many came here to Iceland with revenge on their minds.

Ron's horse inched closer to Harry's, and the two animals gave one another a reassuring nuzzle. Ron offered Harry a weak smile. Harry reached over and grabbed his friends gloved hand. "It's all going to be all right," said Harry "This is the end, and I'm sure we can win". Ron looked somber. He spoke, and the wind ripped the words from his mouth so they could be barely heard, "It's all up to you, Harry. I know that you are the only one who can beat Voldermort. We are all depending on you".For a moment they stared at one another. Harry felt a wave of nausea surge through him as he imagined what would happen to Ron if this did not work.

Harry heard hoofbeats thundering across the plain, and turned. He could make out the dusty haze of a mounted figure, and it slowed as it reached Harry. Soon Draco Malfoy was next to him, staring at him with eyes as cold as the wind that blew around him.

"Why are you here?"inquired Harry harshly.

"Although linked by blood, I am not my father's son anymore, Potter."replied Malfoy.

Harry eyed him suspiciously as Malfoy turned his horse and galloped away.

Mad-Eye Moody turned towards Harry and examined him with the dark bead of his magical eye.

"Harry Potter," Moody said, "This is it."

Harry's last three years at Hogwarts had been difficult. Voldermort's power increased day by day. The Daily Prophet reported constantly on another disappearance, another flash of the dark mark, another mysterious death. Harry had seen it coming, and prepared himself for the inevitable. He knew Voldermort had an eye out for him most of all.

"I am the only one he can't seem to kill" he thought, grimacing.

Hogwarts was his only safe haven, and he remained there over those last two summers. Dumbledore had spent that time teaching Harry the best ways to defend himself and the strongest spells to fight back. Dumbledore seemed to perceive that Harry was most endangered in these times of Voldermort's rise to power, but he also seemed to think that Harry somehow had the power to defeat the dark wizard. Harry wasn't so sure.

The Ministry had tracked the Death Eaters to a remote plain in Iceland. This was the place where Voldermort would soon rise to his fullest power, and this is why the army of wizards was there. Voldermort had to be stopped before he regained total strength. He was well-protected by a swarm of Death-Eaters that would have to be defeated in order for anyone to have access to Lord Voldermort. Once the Death-Eaters were captured, the final blow could be delivered to Voldermort and it would all be over.

At least that was the plan.