He wore a dark black cloak and a mask. No one could see his face, no one knew who he was. All that people knew was that he was a Death Eater, a minion to the Dark Lord. A blind follower who enjoyed killing Muggles for sport, who tortured wizards for fun and profit. They didn't know his name, they didn't know whether or not he had a family, all they saw him was as an ally or an enemy.

His fellow cloaked friends didn't spare him a second thought as they dodged spells that fired the instant the arrived, as well casting their own. The people in their nightgowns saw him as a target, cornering him and trying to end his life, and the school children in their vests showing which house they belonged to saw him as a threat, avoiding him while trying to jinx him.

He was alone, and the world was against him. He was alone, in a dark forest, fighting those who wanted justice, hurting those who fought for protection, and paining those who were on the light side. It was a severe looking woman with black hair who got him. She shouted a horrible sounding curse and his throat split open, the blood flowing down his spotless robes. No one paid him a second glance as he hit the ground. No cried over his dead body and no one bothered not to step on him as they continued the battle. No one bothered.

Harry was engulfed in his own anger. He wasn't paying attention to who his spells hit as long as they were the darkly cloaked people. He was frustrated beyond belief. They had killed his godfather...

"Stupefy!" For Sirius.

Dumbledore had said they had killed Ron.

"Petrificus Totalus!" For his best friend.

He didn't doubt that they would kill Hermione, and the remaining Weasleys, and Dumbledore. All he knew was he had to kill, he had to kill Voldemort.

Hermione had quickly left the fray of the battle using the weapon. Any Order member that went down was brought back, any Death Eaters that went down stayed down. Long ago had she made sure nobody could escape, and no cowards could run off or Apparate off the grounds. If you started the battle, you stayed in the battle.

Minerva McGonagall was fighting quickly, she had stepped on many a dead body, had much blood on her cloak and shoes. She had killed -- she didn't want to murder but she had. She could have sworn that she had died as well but in a flash she was back in the battle. Minerva had watched Harry as he went blank faced into the battle, he was shooting curses left and right always hitting his target. Slowly he was advancing towards Voldemort. She chanced a quick look at Dumbledore and their eyes met. In that fraction of a second they shared a thought: This would be the final battle.

Voldemort was growing somewhat concerned. He had killed many that night but none of them stayed dead. Only the Death Eaters remained still once they hit the ground. He knew he could take on any of the fools but not if they were immortal. He saw the Potter boy getting closer and he felt a twinge of -- was that anxiousness? He shook off the emotion. That boy was the only one who could defeat him. He prepared the Killing Curse, Wormtail at his side. No one was in the way, no one was moving.

The whole forest grew deathly silent as the Voldemort's snakelike mouth formed the incantation of the Killing Curse. Everyone, Order members and Death Eaters alike, froze and watched with bated breath. The wand exploded with green light, blinding them all for a second -- but they could see through it -- they could see Wormtail -- no, he wouldn't -- but he did. Wormtail jumped suddenly from Voldemort's side and threw himself between Harry and the jet of green light.

"I owed you."

Those were the last words he spoke, barely above a whisper, but everyone heard them. Harry, numb with disbelief, took the advantage of the situation and summoned up every ounce of anger and hatred he had for Voldemort.

"AVID KEDAVRA!" he bellowed. His wand in turn flooded the clearing with green light, hitting Voldemort in the chest. The Dark Lord's expression was still stunned as he fell to the ground, defeated.

Hermione was elated and in her joy she broke the weapon as promised. But the battle wasn't over. Death Eaters who weren't dead ran to the Dark Lord, hoping he would fight for the last of his life. Voldemort's mouth could be seen, moving, ever so slightly, as Harry watched him die. But then -- for the third time within minutes -- the clearing glowed the color of emeralds. Harry froze, feeling as though he had been punched in the chest. He fell to the ground.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed. "Oh, no, Harry, please, you can't!"

Weeping, she cradled his dying head in her lap. The Boy Who Lived opened his eyes ever so slightly for the last time in his life. "I love you," he mouthed, and his head fell limply into her hands.

And then, he was gone. He was off -- Harry Potter was off -- to join his godfather, his parents and his best friend, never to return again.

Author's Note: A lot of people had been angry with me for killing Ron, in this chapter I think you'll agree killing Harry is worse. I love character deaths.

Anyways I will miss you all and hope that you will eave a last review for this story. I would really like it if you guys reviewed the other stories I will be writting, your to good to lose.

So I leave you, with the sadness of Harry's passing, and the excitement of the next story I shall undertake( chapter one is already written) and ssay one final good-bye.

Funness: Well, thats an intresting theory but I am sorry to say that Ron will stay in his grave. It would be nice if Hermione killed herself and then Ron came back to life professing his undying love for her but it isn't going to happen. Sorry to squash that theory.

I was considering putting the translations for German in their but that would of ruined the suspense. Their conversation had significent meaning you know. I'll include the translations for you right now.

Ein Glas von Ihrem stärksten Stoff- One glass of your strongest stuff

Wie ist Geschäft Aberforth gewesen?- Hows buisness been Aberforth?

Anständig- Decent.

Kenne ich Sie?- Do I know you?

Sie gekommen zu Aberforth. Zeiten hat geändert und wir wurden seperated, schaut der Dunkle Herr überall an.- You used to Aberforth. Times changed and we were seperated, the Dark Lord is looking everywhere.

Damit, was von Ihnen geworden ist, eine bescheidenen Handlanger.- So thats what became of you, a lowly henchmen.

Ich würde bescheiden nicht sagen. Sie können noch Aberforth anschließen, wartet der Dunkle Herr mit offenen Armen für neue Anhänger.- I wouldn't say lowly. You can still join Aberforth, the Dark Lord is waiting with open arms for new followers.

Ich bin treu zu einer differnt Ursache Paracelsus. Sie können stil wählt die leichte Seite.- I am loyal to a differnt cause Paracelsus . You can stil choose the light side.

Ich werde nicht. die dunkle Seite wird Aberforth gewinnen. Bedenken Sie meine Wörter.- I will not. the dark side shall win Aberforth. Consider my words.

Ich werde sie bedenken. Sie sollen abbaut ebenso bedenken. I shall consider them. You should consider mine as well.

Es ist zu spät für daß mein Freund. Bis wir uns wieder treffen.- It is to late for that my friend. Until we meet again.

Bis wir uns wieder treffen- Until we meet again

I hope that helps you considerably. Lots of people were angry with the death of Ron, maybe you can form a mourning group.

At the moment you seem very angry with me for leaving a cliffhanger as well as mudering Ron so I am going to ask you to take a deep breath and count to ten.

I am glad you love my story, it make sme happy to know that you think it has positivly improved. Thanks so much and this is basically my last update.

Desipoplover13: Ron is gone, forever, but you knew it was coming atleast. Unlike my other unprepared readers.

I was excited for the final scene, the climaxes are fun to write. It is over, but there isn't anything we can do except start on the next fic.

You know, it was quite stupid of Voldermort to attack without getting the weapon. I suppose he thought that he could easiley take it, but he didn't. Haha.

Ronkid8829: Now you see, I would love to bring Ron back to life with the weapon but his body is all the way in Hog's Head and nobody is going to be leaveing the battle ground until after the weapon is destroyed, at which point it would be to late to save Ron.

I am planning on doing a Fred and Angelina story next that me and Desipoplover13 will be co-writting. We are both really excited about this and I doubt Ron will take much part in it so you don't have to worry about me killing him. I only enjoy killing main characters.