Chapter 8: The End

A/N: Don't be fooled by the chapter title, this isn't the last chapter ;o) Thanks to all my lovely reviewers!!!

Voldemort swatted Harry away as if he were a fly. Harry skidded to the ground, inhaling dirt, and struggling to breathe.

Voldemort laughed. "Foolish boy. How could you ever think you could ever defeat me, the Greatest Sorcerer of all time?"

            "Greatest Sorcerer," Harry coughed. "That's a laugh."

            "I was great enough to kill your parents, was I not?"

Harry made another lunge at him, but he fell to the ground, coughing, and clutching his ribs.

Voldemort laughed again. "Temper, temper." He floated over him and looked down at him. "So ends the famous Harry Potter." He pointed his wand at him. "Your mother only bought you eighteen years. Wasted time." He scowled. "In what world could a boy ever beat me?"

Harry couldn't die here. He thought of Hermione, he knew she was alive. If she wasn't… he'd feel it. And his daughter… his newborn baby girl. He wanted to watch her grow up, learn to walk, learn how to talk, everything his parents sadly were never able to see him do. Today was not his day to die. He loved them both so much, and he would live, for them. Harry looked up at him. "It's not over yet."

            "Oh, but it is," Voldemort rasped. "Say your prayers, Potter."

But Harry was too fast. "RICTUSEMPRA!"

Voldemort flew a few yards away.

Harry had to act fast. He clumsily got to his feet, pointing his wand out before him.

Voldemort was already getting up.

            "Crucio!!" Voldemort hissed, and unimaginable pain snaked its way up Harry. He collapsed to the ground again, trying his best not to cry out. If he was going to do something, he'd have to do it now. He tried lifting his wand, but every move he made, made him want to drop down and die. "Im… Imo…" he panted.

Voldemort was laughing at him.

Rachel flashed in front of his eyes. Hermione. A grinning Ron lifting the Quidditch World Cup. A pregnant Lavender.

Wait.

What was that last one?

He shook his head, summoning strength from within himself. "IMMOBULIUS!" he cried, and then collapsed to the ground again. He closed his eyes for a moment, his scar aching along with the rest of his body.

When he heard silence, he opened his eyes weakly. Voldemort was still frozen.

Harry lifted his wand and pointed it at Voldemort. "Avada Kedavara!" he yelped, and then collapsed back to the ground.

It was as if glass was shattering. A green light hit Voldemort, he crumbled like glass to the ground.

The world around him was changing. He opened his eyes to see Hermione over him, clutching their child, Lavender and Ron right beside her.

"You're safe," he whispered, and then, finally, he gave in to the pain.