A/N- This is a one shot songfic (my first on both accounts as well as it being HP so please be nice).  Please R/R with constructive criticism.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter otherwise it would not be so well written.

*I Will Live to be a Sacrifice*

By: Serafina Moon

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Voldemort was moving.

Harry could feel it with each throb of his aching scar that was seated in the middle of his forehead between his eyes.  Something bad was going to happen, Harry was sure of it as he sat warily in his usual seat at the Gryffindor table for the end of term feast.  He had felt it ever since that afternoon, right before lunch when he had gone straight to Professor Dumbledore.

Everyone was talking, eating, and having fun as they normally did at the end of term.  The Gryffindors were being exceptionally rambunctious, as they had once again won the House Cup, laughing and joking around, unaware of the nearing danger.

Your heart I seek to find

With Your hands You fashioned mine

Let me be used to carry out the truth

To the ends of the earth

'Til everyone's heard

My mended heart will share Your words

I will tell the world that You are God

Harry was abnormally silent as he pondered over what machinations Voldemort was instigating at that very moment, something that did not go unnoticed by either of his best friends.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked, glancing at Ron and receiving a shrug in reply.

"Nothing, Hermione," was all Harry said as he chanced a look up at the High Table to see the Headmaster looking anxious as well as some of the other teachers, including: McGonagall, Snape, and Hagrid.

"Are you sure, Harry?  You've been tense all evening. Did something happen?" Ron coaxed.

"It's nothing.  Really," he added seeing the looks on their faces.  "It's just that I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."

"Is it...You-Know-Who?" Ron asked tentatively.

"Oh, for goodness sake, Ron!  Just say Voldemort!  It's not going to hurt you!" chided Hermione forcefully.

"Yeah," Harry told them quietly, "it's him."

"What's he doing?"

"I'm not exactly sure, you guys," Harry replied glancing back up at the Head Table once more, catching Dumbledore's eye.  The Headmaster nodded to Harry in reassurance, but it did not make Harry feel any better, even knowing that the Order was on the lookout for any devious activities.  He sighed audibly and received worried looks from all his peers sitting around him.  "I don't know guys.  I just don't know."

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione cried in concern.  She hated seeing one of her best friends always so depressed and melancholy.

Harry peeked up at her, but quickly ducked his head back down to his plate as the saw the tears swelling in her bright eyes.  Harry finished his food as fast as he could while still appearing casual, before he looked up at the enchanted ceiling to see the swirling mass of darkened clouds that billowed across the view.  Lightning flashed across the background of clouds and thunder would sound every once in a while to drown out the chattering teenagers below.

How well the blazing fury above their heads reflected the raw emotions that were raging within Harry.  After all, it is not everyday that one finds out they are the only hope to save the world from an evil maniac, now is it? 

Thinking back, Harry recalled his most abhorred memories—first year when he had come face to face with Voldemort, even if he had only been on the back of Quirrell's head, second year when he had met Tom Riddle and made the connection of him to Voldemort's past as he fought with the Basilisk and had nearly died when he was pierced with it's fang. 

Then there was the horrendous event from fourth year after the Triwizard Tournament when Harry had been forced to revive the body of the most evil wizard of all time and then face him in a duel.  And finally in his fifth year, when Sirius had been killed by his Death Eater cousin, Harry had been possessed by the tormenting murderer.

It seemed that Harry's whole life had all been leading up to the moment when he would engage in the final battle between Good and Evil.  Light and Dark.  Right and Wrong.

I will run

I will fly

I will live to be a sacrifice

Through it all I'll rise above

Unafraid I will face what comes

I will run

I will fly

And for my faith I will live and die

I'll be strong- I will press on

For the sake of Your beautiful name

Your beautiful name

Would he be able to kill Voldemort?  What if he failed?  Questions like these stormed through Harry's head as he pondered what the final battle would be like.

Ever since he had discovered the prophecy, Harry had been looking up spells in the library, trying to find something that would be able to defeat Voldemort once and for all.  In the end, he had only found one spell that could destroy a nearly immortal being...the Infusion of Souls.

The spell was meant to bind the soul of one person to another so that whatever happened to the caster would then be inflicted upon their "bond partner."

All Harry needed to do now was to find some way to get close enough to Voldemort to perform the enchantment.

*BANG!*

Wish granted, Harry thought wryly as he finally discovered what Voldemort had been up to.  The doors to the Great Hall were blown backwards with so much force that they almost hit the students nearest them.

Should all life cease to grow

Should chaos take control

The only hope we know is You will save us

It's worth the cost to take up my cross

As You take back what's been lost

Until all who doubt know

You are God

Harry and the majority of the staff were on their feet in seconds, wands draw, attack position ready.

Dumbledore quickly cast a shield around the students as the hundreds of Death Eaters Voldemort had brought with him began to rein curses and hexes upon the students located close by.

The Defense Association jumped up behind Harry and the teachers as well as the students from fourth year and above, sending their own curses flying at the nearest Death Eaters.

All in all, the prospect looked grim as just behind the multitude of Death Eaters appeared a swarm of Dementors.  A collective gasp rose up behind Harry as the familiar cold began to settle in his chest.

As quickly as he could, Harry, as well as several other teachers, conjured up their own Patroni and fired them at the Dementors, soon dispelling them from the Great Hall.

In minutes, the Death Eaters had surged forward and were fighting one on one with several students (from the DA or sixth through seventh year) and teachers.  The younger students were pressed up against the wall, huddled behind a few of the teachers.

Everything was in chaos.  Several of the younger children were crying.  Students, Death Eaters, and teachers were screaming alike.  It was a rampant storm, raining spells, curses, hexes, and thundering with everyone's cries.

"HARRY!!  HARRY, HELP ME!!" Hermione's shrill, terrified voice rose above the cacophony of sound.

Harry spun around to see Hermione, trapped within Draco Malfoy's embrace, his wand to her neck as he made his way steadily to Lord Voldemort.

"NOOOO!!!" Harry cried in desperation as he took off running at a sprint for them.

It was as if someone had placed an enchantment to make everything in slow motion.  It seemed to take ages for Harry to reach his friend's side and by that time...she was Voldemort's prize.

"Let her go, NOW!" Harry roared and a hush fell over the rampaging crowd.

Everyone turned to watch the spectacled that was unfolding before them in awe.  Harry and Voldemort stood in the very center of the room, eyes burning into the other's gaze as they stood frozen in that frame of time.  Voldemort held Hermione to his side as Harry faced off, bravely, against him.

I will run

I will fly

I will live to be a sacrifice

Through it all I'll rise above

Unafraid I will face what comes

I will run

I will fly

And for my faith I will live and die

I'll be strong- I will press on

For the sake of Your beautiful name

Your beautiful name

Harry raised his wand and shouted, "ACCIO HERMIONE!"

With a small whoosh, Hermione was standing at Harry's side.  He pushed her back behind him and motioned for her to move back, his eyes never once leaving the Dark Lord's glare.

Voldemort was seething.  Once again, Harry Potter had stolen something from him and he was furious.  A radiating power seemed to seep off of him, emanating in waves that were visible, nearly palpable.

"POTTER!  You have thwarted me for the last time!"

Then, just as Voldemort yelled Avada Kedavra, Harry cried Necto.  A jet of green light flew towards Harry just as a golden glow was emanated from Harry's wand to blanket both Harry and Voldemort in the Bonding spell's tight embrace.

Finally, the green beam of the Killing Curse reached its target.  It was swallowed up by the golden shroud surrounding Harry, turning it a sickly green color, which was reflected in the gold colored veil around Voldemort.

The light infused itself within both Harry and Voldemort making them seem to be liquid statues that pulsated with alternating gold and green light.

In the end, the gold was overwhelmed by the green light of the Killing Curse and both figures fell to the ground in a heap.

Nobody moved.  They barely even breathed.  After several tense moments of bated breath and stifled movement, the glow faded, leaving the two still forms of Harry James Potter and Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Out of the silence arose the sound of Phoenix song.  It left a warm feeling in its wake that spread throughout the room as a gush of power surged out of both Harry and Voldemort.

I'm not captive anymore

I'm gonna soar to a new place

Take on a new pace

I know what my life is for

White and Black light fought each other for dominance in the middle of the room before finally intertwining and rushing around the room, pinning everyone to the ground.

Several pops were distinguished outside the doors as the wards fell and Ministry officials swarmed over the threshold of the castle like bees on honey.

They quickly rounded up the Death Eaters as the seeming tidal waves of magic drifted away, leaving an emptiness in the hearts of the students and teachers even though they knew it had ended and that Voldemort was gone for good.  It was like a supernatural cold had swept in, permeating everything in the building, freezing everyone it came in contact with.  It was all over.

I will run

I will fly

I will live to be a sacrifice

Through it all I'll rise above

Unafraid I will face what comes

I will run

I will fly

And for my faith I will live and die

I'll be strong- I will press on

For the sake of Your beautiful name

Your beautiful name

*~*The End*~*

A/N- So, tell me what you thought about it!  Positive comments please!  Constructive criticism and whatever else you might want to tell me.  No flames!

The song was "Beautiful Name" by Zoegirl; I don't own it.

~SerafinaMoon

PS: Does anybody know how to keep indentions and paragraphs from being messed up when you save this as a web page?  If you do please let me know!