Disclaimer: Guess what people I don't own it! The characters belong to JK Rowling and the song belongs to the Hunters and Collectors.

Author's Note: BIG, BIG, BIG, BIG thanks to markdf, who gave me the suggestion of this song and how to use it. I owe you one. This one took me a while to write, I don't know why. I had it all planned out, and then I couldn't figure out how to put it to paper, but aww well. Oh and song lyrics are in italics.

Holy Grail

Woke up this morning from the strangest dream

I was in the biggest army the world has ever seen

We were marching as one

On the road to the Holy Grail

The two sides faced each other, like pawns in a giant chess game. Lightning lit the sky, as the leaders cried, "Charge!" Light met dark in a tangled mess, spells and curses flying everywhere. Two men hung back from the battle, the two leaders. They stared at each other; glowing red eyes meeting piercing blue ones. They ignored everyone and everything as they slowly started towards each other.

Started out seeking fortune and glory It's a short song but a hell of a story

When you spend a lifetime trying to get your hands

On the Holy Grail

They met in the middle of the battle and everything stopped. The armies stopped mid-battle and the wind dropped away, but the lightning still flashed it's was across the sky, lighting up the bloody battle scene. The two men pulled out their wands and were poised for a duel to the death. They bowed, each one keeping their eyes on the other. Then, the duel started. Cries of 'Crucio!' 'Stupefy!' and 'Expelliarmus!' were heard ringing throughout the field. The older man, the one with the piercing blue eyes, managed to throw the red-eyed man onto his back.

Well have you heard about the great crusade

We ran into millions, but nobody got paid

Yeah we raised four corners of the globe

For the Holy Grail

With his wand placed square between his enemies eyes, the older man started to utter the words of the killing curse. But when the Light side looked victorious, the man hesitated with his curse, giving time for the Dark Lord to reach into his robes and grab a short sword, adorned with green and silver serpents and stab the man in the side, Eyes full of shock, the older man fell to his knees and then fell onto his back, gasping with pain.

All the locals scattered, they were hiding in the snow

We were so far from home, so how were we to know

There'd be nothing left to plunder

When we stumble on the Holy Grail.

"NOOO!" A lone yell could be heard from the shocked silence. A young man pushed his way through the crowd, heading towards the fallen man. The young man reached him and laid his head in his arms. "Dumbledore…" he whispered. Dumbledore gasped and looked at the young man, a small smile on his lips. "I'll always be there, Harry" he whispered, "just believe in yourself and reach deep inside your heart and I'll be there." Dumbledore took one last breath and became still. Harry lay him down and stood, facing his enemy, Lord Voldemort.

We were full of beans

But we were dying like flies

And those big black birds, they were circling in the sky

And you know they say, yeah, nobody deserves to die

"Harry Potter," hissed Voldemort. "We meet again. It seems that you have been defeated, after all, Dumbledore was your last hope." Harry just looked at him and growled. He could fell his anger boiling up, but tried to keep it hidden. Harry was just about to leap onto Voldemort, when a beautiful song was heard. Harry squinted, trying to see where it was coming from and saw Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, flying towards him, with something held in his talons. As he flew closer, Harry saw that it was a sword, Godric Gryffindor's sword. Fawkes flew over Harry and dropped the weapon into his waiting hand. He held it, ready to fight. Voldemort put his hands into his robes and pulled out a sword from its sheath. The new duel started.

You know I, I've been searching for an easy way

To escape the cold light of day

I've been high and I've been low

But I have nowhere else to go

Sword hitting sword, they battled. Hour after hour they fought and whenever one side looked like winning, the other would swing back. While these were two duelling, the others had started battling again. Ron and Hermione were working together, taking down Death Eaters and Dark Creatures, Hagrid was using his brute strength to throw the enemies away, Sirius was transformed and attacking Death Eaters and Draco was fighting against his own father. Myriads of curses were flying left, right and centre over the scene illuminating the sky.

There's nowhere else to go

Glinting in the light of the curses and lightning, Gyffindors sword swept down and, for the first time that night, hit it's target. A cry of pain escaped Voldemort's lips. The sword struck in side again and again, causing him to fall over. As he lay gasping, he looked at Harry and said, " I'm not finished with you, Potter," With that he took his last breath. Cheering arose from the battlefield. Harry raised his tired and stiff arms in triumph and reached down to pick up Voldemort's wand and break it in half. Suddenly, Voldemort's hand reached up and pulled Harry down. Voldemort leant over and whispered harshly in Harry's ear, " See you in hell, Potter." He then stabbed Harry in the stomach. The Dark Lord then lay down and took his real last breath. Harry fell on his back and lay breathing heavily. Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Hagrid and Draco all rushed to him. " Don't worry Harry, we'll get you to the hospital, they'll fix this." Said Hermione tearfully " No," said harry, " I'll never make it. Before I go, I want to thank each and every one of you for being there for me. Draco, I know we haven't been the best of friends, but I still want to say thanks for being there for me. Hagrid, thank you for saving me from the Dursley's and for being a great teacher and an even better friend. Hermione, if it weren't for you, I never would have made it this far. Thanks for being a wonderful friend. Ron, you were the first friend I ever made. Thank you so much for everything. And Sirius, you've been like a father to me, don't blame yourself for me dying and don't worry, all of you, I'll always be there when you need me." With a smile on his face, he closed his eyes and took his last breath. The Boy Who Lived was no more.

And I followed orders

God knows where I've been

But I woke up alone

All my wounds were clean

I'm still here

I'm still a fool for the Holy Grail.

Harry opened his eyes and blinked from the blinding light. Two figures were leaning over him. One was a lady, with long red hair and emerald green eyes like his; the other was a man, with brown eyes, glasses and black, unruly hair like his. They were both crying. The lady opened her mouth and whispered, " Welcome home Harry."

Oh yeah I'm a fool for the Holy Grail

Well I thought the ending was a bit long, but you get that. Please review, thanks.