A flash of lightening illuminated the room. Harry saw his opponents red eyes blazing with anger. He felt like the world was in slow motion, he saw Voldemort raise his wand, Harry tightened his grip and heard words shouted in the stillness. Another flash of light from outside showed the room clearly. Voldemort lay crumpled on the floor, he was dead. Harry stared at the man standing across from him, the man who had always hated him, the man who had just saved his life. Green eyes met gray ones in an unspoken thank you.