CHAPTER FIVE

Snape was tossed beside Harry in the middle of the floor, his mask taken off and burned. Snape looked angry, and glared at everything that moved, but Harry saw more, he new he was going to die. They were both startled when an unknown curse was thrown at Snape, Harry had never seen it before, but knew he didn't like it. At first Snape didn't make a sound, but it didn't last long. Whatever it was, was obviously painful.

Silence became whimpers, whimpers became moans, moans became screams, which only seemed to become higher in pitch, until he was screaming like a girl. If they were in any other situation Harry would have laughed, but instead Harry made a silent vow that no matter what happened in the future he would not tell a soul he had heard Snape scream like a girl.

Harry wanted the screaming to stop, he knew his time was short and slowly his life began to flash before his eyes.

Hermione smiling after successfully getting him and Ron to the library.

Hermione, Ron and him, laughing over a stupid joke told in the Great Hall.

Sirius grinning at him.

Dumbledore, explaining something trivial to him.

Watching Ginny dance when she thought she was alone.

Ginny laughing at a table, where she was suppose to be studying.

Harry felt a strange warm sensation grow inside of himself.

Laughing after Malfoy had been turned into a ferret.

The feeling after finally getting a corporeal patronus.

Mrs. Weasley giving him a motherly hug.

Eating a meal with the Weasleys and Hermione.

Lupin giving him prank advice.

Receiving a letter from his friends, during the summer.

Quidditch.

Ginny, giving him a smile.

Hermione giving up on trying to make them study.

Ron asking Harry to lose a game of Chess.

Suddenly Harry knew what the feeling that was growing inside of him was, love. Harry watched as doors within him were suddenly slammed open the ones he loved were smiling at him. Power, it was pouring from ever door within him. It felt as if the power had been there the entire time, but until now he was unable to grasp it.

The more live he felt, the more power came forward. It was a strange feeling yet it felt right. Voldemort was talking again, but to Snape. Harry felt his major internal injuries healing enough for him to move and breath without passing out in pain. Harry lay perfectly still not wanting to clue anyone in that he was feeling a little better.

Harry's stomach spasm-ed as a reminder that he was still injured. Harry new he could not let that stop him, this was it. The end, he had to win, he had to love. Voldemort turned to Harry.

"This is you last chance to join me, boy."

"No." Harry whispered.

"Avada Kedavra." No! He didn't have time to build up enough power! He wasn't meant to just die...he wasn't dead. Harry looked up to see Wormtail laying dead in front of him. He had repaid his dept. Voldemort's eyes became even redder then before.

"Traitors! You're all traitors! You will all pay!" Voldemort yelled before he began to throw random curses at anyone in cursing distance.

The power within Harry was churning, Harry ignored everything but the love he had for his friends...his family. He knew what he had to do, it was time. Harry stood up, a white glow surrounding him Voldemort stopped his cursing and took a step back. The white glow became a giant globe around him, all his power creating the ultimate spell.

Harry's power was love and to win he had to love...to win Voldemort had to feel it. To win, Harry had to get rid of his own hate. This was a harder then anything else, Harry had every done. He had to love the very thing he hated most. The thing that had took his family away from him. Harry looked at the boy Voldemort used to be, alike in many ways, only their choices placing them apart. It was there that Harry found what he needed.

"Your forgiven." Harry whispered loudly, it echoed around the room. The dome shot forth slamming into Voldemort. A blood curdling scream could be heard for only a split second before Voldemort's body lay sprawled out on the hard blood stained floor. Above the body the ghost of Voldemort could be seen, he looked up and laughed but it stopped abruptly.

Demons, that was the only way they could be described. Evil black hooded shadow beings flew from the floor, making disgusting gargling and moaning noises. The beings crawled toward Voldemort's ghost and for the first time Harry saw him look afraid. The demons surrounded Voldemort, their horrible noises becoming louder. Voldemort's scream was the last thing Harry heard from him, before Voldemort was dragged into the ground, never to be seen again.

Screams could be heard as the Death Eaters not wounded in Voldemorts cursing fit, ran for the exit. Harry turned and imagined all the Death Eaters stunned, they dropped to the floor like swatted flies. The blue flame melted away, and Harry felt himself become drained. The last thing he saw before passing out was Snape yelling something at him.