For what seemed like eternity, nothing happened. Thoughts tore through Harry's mind "Please...let somebody come. Please...."

Harry was anxious, staring at Voldemort with a blend of hatred and fear. He tensed as Voldemort raised his wand in challenge.

The Dark Lord growled at Harry: "I will not be defeated again! This time, you will not have the pleasure of a formal duel, boy. This time, you die now!

Avada Kedarva!"

Harry felt a searing pain burn through his body, and nearly collapsed. Harry was sure that this was his death, his ending. But the pain subsided within only a few moments.

There was a shot of green light from Voldemort's wand. Harry felt his own wand quiver in his hands, and from its tip there was a burst of brilliant gold light. The two beams intersected and dissipated.

Voldemort looked shocked, repeated the killing curse towards Harry.

And again, his wand protected him.

Harry nearly dropped his wand with surprise.

"Enough!"Roared Voldemort " Expellairamus!"

Harry's wand did not budge.

Because both of their wands contained a tailfeather from the same phoenix, Harry knew, they would behave strangely towards one another. That phoenix was Fawkes, belonging to Dumbledore.

Fawkes had saved Harry's life once, and it appeared that he was going to do it again.

Harry did not think, but he moved forward towards Voldemort.

"AVADA KEDARVA!" Bellowed Voldemort, as Harry came into touching distance to the Dark Lord. Harry felt the searing pain move through him, but ignored it. He felt as if his body and mind were two separate things, and if his body were to die at that moment his mind wold still be able to finish off the task at hand.

Harry reached out, and grabbed Voldemort's shoulder. Voldemort made a face of agony. The touch seemed to hurt him.

"AVADA KEDARVA!" he screamed, writhing. Harry did not allow his grip to weaken. He felt the pain move through him, pass down his arm, through his hand and fingers. Harry acted as a circuit, passing the curse through his own body back into Voldemort's.

Voldemort cried out and fell, kneeling, to the ground.

Harry stared onto the red of the Dark lord's eyes, and tightened his grip.

"Why won't you just die, Potter?" Voldemort whispered, smiling horrifically "Die like your mother? Your father? They were such an easy kill to-"

"NO!" Harry shouted. Fury swelled up inside of him, and his hand moved from Voldemort's shoulder to his neck. "Not...Another...WORD...about my parents!"

Voldemort chuckled, and stabbed his wand into Harry's side just below his rib cage.

Harry could vaguely feel the piercing and the blood.

"See if your wand can protect you now, Harry...

Avada...Kedarva!

Harry screamed, suddenly aware of his body again as the curse seemed to burn every cell of his self. Harry dug his fingers into the cold pewter of the Dark Lord's neck, and felt like the red eyes that he was so close to right then were the eyes of death himself, come to take him away from all of this torment.

But the pain moved quickly.

Soon, it was Voldemort who was wincing, clutching at his chest with clawlike fingers.

Voldemort soon collapsed flat onto the ground, moaning.

Harry knew then what had to be done.

Harry released his grip on Voldemort, and stood over him shakily. Voldemort looked up into Harry, and for a moment Harry feared that the dark Lord was doing to beg for mercy.

Instead he said to Harry "You cannot defeat me, Potter."

"I CAN!" screamed Harry "I can defeat you because I have something that you have never had! I have the protection of my parent's love, running through my veins, my heart. Nobody loved you...Voldemort."

Voldemort curled himself up, as if he knew that Harry was right.

Harry pointed his wand towards Voldemort, but hesitated for a moment. He had never killed anyone. He wondered if there was any other way...any way that he could demolish Voldemort without killing him...it there was anyone else who could do it...

"There is no other way....there is no one else..." Voldemort said "Harry Potter, I should have known you would be my ending..." he added, with a weak smile "You are very powerful."

There was a sudden flash in his mind of the image of himself smiling between the shoulders of his mother and father. The image he saw in the Mirror of Erised. Harry's eyes filled with tears that stung him as they raced down his cold cheek.

Harry focused all of his energy into that image as he uttered "Avada....Kedarva"

The first thing that happened was Voldemort's wand shattered, and the gleaming red tailfeather of Fawkes hovered above the dark lord, then a fluttered over to Harry, and coiled itself around his own wand. His wand shivered, grew very hot, then emitted a brilliant sphere of red light that began to shape itself.

Soon, standing before him, was a fiery red stag.

"My...father" Harry whispered, as the creature gazed into Harry's eyes with its own molten, liquid ones.

The stag stood over Voldemort, dipped its powerful neck, and stabbed the dark Lord with the daggers of its antlers.

Voldemort emitted a howl. He quivered and writhed, but the great deer did not loosen it's hold. The dark Lord soon went limp, his skin went black and flaked away.

Harry was horrified to see what was below that skin. Instead of muscles, there were snakes, hundreds of them, of all sizes.

The stag stamped his cloven foot, and the snakes ceased their movement. They too turned black, and became ash, which was carried away by the wind. There was nothing left of the dark lord but a skeleton. The stag stepped away, and the skeleton shattered and turned grey, now stone.

Harry watched with awe. The animal, his father, approached him. Harry reached out, and touched the bright red glow of its flank. In his mind, he heard a voice very clearly.

"We are Very Proud of you Harry."

Harry smiled, then collapsed.





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