The Final Battle
We stood in the dark, cold graveyard. Face to face.
It has been three years to the day since we were last in this place.
I stare into those cold red eyes and a shiver runs up my spine.
The last time we were here, a friend of mine died.
He cracks a cold smile. I simply stare.
"Are you afraid, boy?"
"Only a fool wouldn't be."
He laughs evilly. High and cold.
I sneer and look him in the eye, ever bold.
"You're going to die tonight."
"That's nothing new."
"What are you scared of boy?"
"Certainly Not you."
He frowns then glares.
I simply meet his stare.
I'm Not afraid of him.
I'm Not afraid of death.
These are things I know quite well.
What I'm afraid of is how my friends will miss me when I'm gone.
But that's ok, They'll servive.
And I? I'll take Tom with me.
He grins at me now. As though it were a joke.
I glare and raise my wand.
"This is the end Tom. My jobs done."
"It is the end. Avada Kedavra!"
"Resholdiembra!"
Two lights flash in the night, One green, one white.
They meet in the middle causing a huge explosion.
When the dust clears no ones left standing.
The two lone figures lay on the ground like ripped up rag dolls.
Red eyes blank and angry, glaring at the world.
Green eyes blank and peaceful, A victorious smile below.
This is the scene that changed the world.
This is the scene that ended a terrifying time.
This is a scene that freed a troubled heart.
This was the final battle of Harry Potter, and Lord Voldemort.