"Looks like I will come out on top for the last time Potter. There is no one left to save you. And I have something that belongs to you. Say goodbye Potter, everyone will know you didn't save them, and then they will die. So say goodbye Potter."
Harry stared at Voldemort, his face cool and composed in what could very well be the last moments of his life. Each second counted now.
The bodies of his friends and enemies lay scattered in the killing field. What Riddle said was true. He hadn't been able to save them, and he wouldn't even have a second chance now. He wouldn't die a hero, like his parents, or Sirius, or Remus, he would die a failure.
Voldemort had his wand. He was at his mercy.
Not that he had any.
Harry tried to see if anyone else was still alive, but something kept his eyes on Riddle the whole time. He could hear the noises of spells being cast and deflected, so he knew at least some were still alive.
Voldemort raised his own wand and pointed it straight at Harry's heart.
Harry took a deep breath. This was it.
"Avada Kedavra"
A blinding green light exploded from Voldemort's wand, but Harry felt nothing. He saw, however, the shadow of a person against the green, in front of him.
While the light still covered him he dropped to his knees, and grabbed a wand from a fallen Death Eater he didn't recognize.
He stood straight and looked Tom Riddle in the eye.
"Say goodbye."
"Avada Kedavra."
The same light that had just disappeared flashed again, and this time, it was Voldemort who fell.
As the light cleared for the second time, Harry stared at the body of the terror of the wizarding world.
At the end, he had been only human.
In between Harry and the fallen shell of Voldemort, was another body. One Harry recognized immediately.
Once a Marauder,
Always a Marauder.