Okay, this is my first story so please be nice, no I'm kidding, please be honest. Keep in mind though, I'm only 13.

BTW- Harry Potter is not mine- It's J.K. Rowling's.

Please R&R!

Enough delay, please enjoy, Harry Potter and the Final Battles!

Chapter 1

The beginning

The wind was howling in a low, angry cry. As Harry and Herimone walked, hand in hand, the had to fight to keep there hoods covering there heads. It was a cold winter night, snow flowing in the wind, and landing on the frozen grass.

"Why did you force me to take a walk with you in the middle of a blizzard." Cried Herimone giggling.

"Me force you?! You're the one who woke me up!" He yelled tightening his grip on her hand.

She laughed again and pulled Harry toward a deserted hut in the middle of the grounds. This hut was where Hagrid, the old groundskeeper used to live. Last year he had been accused of murdering a 1st year and was exiled. Though everyone knew he was innocent, the evidence was so powerful, and no one could dig up any proof that he was innocent. So sadly Dumbledore had to let him go.

Herimone pulled open the door and ran inside. A fire had been lit and the bed had been neatly made. Plus it was sweeped and

"Oh Herimone, wow, it's so cozy in here." Said Harry amazed at how nice she had made the once messy hut look.

She took off her coat and sat down at the table. It was covered in 2 plates, 2 sets of silver utensils, and a brightly lit candle. On the plates was a piece of meat, vegetables, and a piece of cakes. Harry hadn't noticed how hungry he was until he saw the scrumptious looking food. He say down and literally gulped down his food.

"Jeeze, hungry Harry?" Herimone said staring at him.

"You have no clure." He said with foods still stuffed in his mouth.

Suddenly they heard a knock at the door. Harry went to it and pulled it open.

"Hello..... Oh no, Herimone hide!" He yelled pulling out his wand, but he was too late.

The stranger had already struck.