Okay, it gets full of action here. Thanks for coming this far if you are reading this.

"Well, to continue that day, we were all lying down together in the snow. We were staring at the sky and talking."

"I like how it is now," said Hermione softly and dreamily. "It's so quiet and peaceful."

"Yeah," Ron agreed. "No troubles at all."

"Are you excited about the year ending?"

He nodded and began to make a snow angel.

"What about you, Harry?"

But he didn't answer.

"Harry?" Hermione turned her head to look at him. He was gazing blankly at the gray sky with a sad expression fixed on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Ron stopped his work and averted his eyes to him, too.

Harry slowly turned his head amply, but said nothing. Instead, he focused his attention back to the sky.

Hermione sniffled and quickly rose from the ground.

"You know what, Harry?" she said stiffly. "Sometimes things can turn out in ways you didn't think that they could."

Then she walked to her books to pick them up, and left to go inside. Ron sat up and stared at his friend still on his back. He returned the gaze.

"She's right, mate." Ron whispered.

Harry's eyes filled with tears. He shut them tightly and shook his head.

"Why do you think that?" Ron almost yelled.

Harry sighed and let the tears go. "Because I know. I just know."

Ron felt his throat tighten, but before his true emotions were released he replied in rage and a little fear, "Listen to me, Harry, I don't want you to think that. I want you to know that you will live. It's true that I did not believe in you before, but somehow I know you can. You have something no one else does. Use it to defeat You-Know-Who."

"Ron," Harry whispered with exasperation and rising to his feet. "I know how the two of you worry for me, but some things are meant to be fought alone. This is one. Let me fight this by myself."

"That's just it, Harry. You aren't fighting!"

Harry ignored him and made his way to the school.

"When this year is over, you'll go to my house. The three of us will play Quidditch and talk about the past years, and plan for the future. Think about Hermione in the future."

He stopped at all of this.

"I do," he said. "I just wish it would happen."

When Harry walked up the steps, he could hear Ron give a quick, frustrated cry before striking the snow angel with his fist.

"From then on," said Ron. "I kept my eye on Harry. I watched the way he moved, laughed, smiled, and his features just in case he did die. I wanted to never forget how he was."

"I did something like that, too." Added Hermione. "I spent more time with him. Even more than my studies. I felt that if he knew how much we cared about him, the more confidence and the will to lie would effect him."

The room was sullen for a while until Hermione said, "The day Harry died, it seemed to begin like any other. Nothing special. We never expected anything at all. I was alone with him when school ended. We were outside by the shore of the lake.

Harry was standing and skipping rocks across the water. Hermione sat and watched him. She opened her mouth to ask a question.

"This might sound strange, Harry, but if you wanted to be something else, what would you be?"

Harry stopped and looked at her with a distant face.

"Well, I'd just want to be another person, that's all." He threw another stone and watched it hop on the water.

Hermione stared hard at the ripples it caused. "I'd be a bird," she said. "Then I could just fly away and not worry about anything."

Harry smiled. "I wished that once, but wishes like that never come true, and if they do, it's always too late."

Hermione clutched the grass and ripped it out of the damp ground. Harry sensed her discomfort so he sat down beside her. She continued to tear and didn't glance at him.

Harry reached out and gripped her arm gently, but firmly, and sighed as she stared with wet eyes. He too gazed in sadness.

"I'm sorry I said that to you." He said quietly. "I just don't know what to think anymore."

Hermione replied, "Just think about how things are now, and in the past. Think of Ron and his family, or you winning the Quidditch Cup. Not about the dreary times, nor the future."

Harry agreed silently with a nod of his head. He released her arm in his grip.

Hermione sat mute beside him as well for a few minutes. They listened to the birds sing, and the water slap against the rocks. All they wanted was peace.

When she got ready to leave, Hermione leaned over and gracefully pecked Harry lightly on the cheek.

"For luck." She whispered.

Harry still had a trace of sorrow in his eyes, but he grinned a little.

"Let's go," she said quickly to change the subject. "Ron will be wondering where we are." (Sorry, people, this is as far as they go!)

"That was another good thing to happen that year." Said Sari's grandmother. "I had done it a few times before, but it never felt more needed or meaningful as that time."

"I knew that you cared for him then." Ron said. "I never totally had myself that I loved you the same way until he died."

"Yes," she sighed. "We understood how each other felt after the ordeal, so we knew that we could be together to talk about it."

"But we never did."

Hermione shook her head sadly. "Not really."

Sari like listening to her grandparents rather than asking questions now. She found out so much more. Somehow she knew that the two of them could finally move on if they faced their fears.

"When dusk came," Hermione said softly and carefully." It seemed that time was going slower. It was odd, really. You had this strange feeling that couldn't be explained. Night came, and Harry seemed to have sensed it as well, for he became more withdrawn."

Harry stood staring out the window in the corridor walls. Large panes of stainless glass designs were reaching from floor to ceiling. Ron and Hermione passed him, but doubled back as they realized it was their friend.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron asked in confusion.

Harry didn't answer, but continued to scan every inch of what could be seen outside. He slowly stepped from the window and looked in their direction.

"What is it?" Hermione questioned in high concern.

He glanced back at the window. "I sense something."

"Sense?" Ron said in slight apprehension. He was thinking two things. #1: his friend was going nuts. And #2: They were all in deep trouble.

"Harry didn't notice his tone, but felt the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.

"Harry, does you scar hurt?" Hermione threw out in panic.

"Not really. It's how I'm sensing-, well, I don't know exactly."

He glared at the window in frustration.

Ron and Hermione were trying to think of what to do.

And then, without warning, Harry's eyes grew wide.

He shouted to them, "Get Down!"

(This is when all the cool stuff happens!!!!!)

He shoved them away from the window and held them firmly on the stone ground. A huge explosion shook the school. The panes in the extravagant windows shattered and some of the oak doors were torn off their hinges like candy breaking. Portraits were swiped off walls as the inhabitants screamed and complained. An orange fire could be seen and felt outside as it rumbled loudly.

Ron and Hermione were screaming in terror. Harry was panicking, only because he knew who was attacking them all.

When the explosions ceased its rampage, screams and shouts from the other students filled the corridors. Harry was about to rise when all of a sudden a hooded figure flew in from the broken windows on a broomstick. When it landed, the hood was slowly removed.

"Hello, Potter, it has been too long."

Voldemort was back!

(Dun dun dun!)

Hermione screamed while Ron was laying paralyzed in shock. Harry turned his vision from the Dark Lord to his friends and said, "Listen to me. Run away and find Dumbledore. You will be safe with him."

"Harry, no!" she screamed.

"Just go!" he yelled. Harry literally pulled the two of them roughly up and shoved them into the opposite direction. Before Hermione crossed the corner, she saw Harry's sorrowful eyes reveal everything he ever feared.

"Well, Potter, are those friends of yours?" Voldemort asked in a supercilious tone of voice.

"What's it to you?" Harry growled.

His enemy shrugged plainly as if he was enjoying the moment.

"It's too bad they left you all alone with me."

Harry felt his body send a wave of panic through every part. Voldemort's power seemed to extend out by his appearance and suave emotion. It was like everything happening was all facile and nonchalant.

The wizard took out his wand gracefully as an expert.

"Now we shall see who is the strongest being in the world!"

Voldemort shouted a spell from the ebony black wand and it seared across the corridor to Harry, who leaped aside as a large blast bombarded the wall. Chunks of stone dispersed in every direction. Without hesitation, Harry fumbled for his wand.

"It is no use. You are as good as dead. I will not be made fool of again." His voice was high pitched and so evil that the hairs on Harry's neck stood up.

"What do you plan to do with the students?" he managed to ask.

"As I speak my fellow brothers are rounding them up and placing them outside. That is until I kill you and Dumbledore."

Harry was angry. "You can't kill Dumbledore. You have no use for him!"

"Oh, I have uses for him indeed, boy." Voldemort smiled. "It is pride. Pride of revenge and the survival of years waiting in pain. You and that old fool will feel that suffering as I did!"

Vodemort raised his wand. "WINDEVOUS!"

A violent shockwave of raging fire and wind ripped toward Harry, who had no chance of escaping the peril. Harry cried out as the burning of the fire and the force of the wind made contact. He was thrust out the window and plummeted down from the fourth story of the school. Harry saw the ground before he hit it. With such a speed and force, he collided with the earth, rolling until he lay quivering on his back.

As Harry groaned in his delirious status, he could make out a familiar scream. Off in the distance he made out the faces of Ron and Hermione huddled with some of the other students. Dumbledore was next to them, but when he attempted to assist Harry, the Death Eaters blocked his path.

"Harry, please get up!" Hermione hollered.

He tried to roll onto his stomach, which he succeeded in doing. He then raised himself onto his hands and knees to regain some breath.

Voldemort laughed and landed right in front of him. The laughter echoed through the forest and the students shook madly at the sound of it.

"How did you like that, Potter? I have been saving that one for you."

Harry didn't answer. He only stared at the scorched grass.

Voldemort called out to the students, "Who here wants to see Potter die?"

Gasps and short shrieks came from the mass of people.

"No one? Well, you lost the bet."

More shrieks and worried glances became stronger.

Voldemort turned to Harry and raised his wand. "CRUCIO!"

Harry felt the pain of a thousand knives stabbing every part of his body. He screamed in agony and twitched on the ground. His fists were clenched as he tried to endure and breathe in air.

His foe let get go after awhile and the pain diminished, although he could still feel the numbness. Harry lay prostrate and was shaking.

Hermione covered her mouth as she tried not to scream. Tears were streaming down her face.

"What is wrong, Potter?" chuckled the Dark Lord. "You don't look so good!"

Harry was still panting but he forced his eyes open and glowered.

"Do you want to die, Potter?"

He didn't receive a reply.

"Answer me!"

Silence.

"Fine, take your consequences!" Voldemort yelled bitterly.

His foot swung out and struck Harry hard in the ribs. Harry cried out and tumbled onto his stomach. The students gasped and took a step back.

"What is your answer now?"

Harry did not utter a sound, and Voldemort surged in fiery anger.

He kicked him again.

"Stop!" shouted a thunderous voice from the crowd.

The Dark Lord turned and saw the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, stand isolated from the others. His face was lit up in fury.

"What do you want, old man?"

"You know well what I want." Albus stated.

"Who, Potter? Sorry, I cannot hand him over. He will be dead in less than five minutes."

Dumbledore glared fiercer. He reached into his robes and tool out his wand.

"Come on, Albus," Voldemort sighed. "You know that you cannot defeat me. Potter would be a greater challenge."

"True, I am getting into my years, but I will never allow you to torture Harry, or any other person on this property when I am around!"

"Well then, I guess we'll have to get rid of you then."

Voldemort and Dumbledore began a raging duel. As this took control of the attention, Ron and Hermione ran over to their fallen friend.

"Harry, are you all right?" She asked fretfully.

He winced at her touch. "I'm having the time of my life."

The two smiled slightly but Ron didn't think it was very funny.

On his back, Harry watched the fight. Dumbledore and his nemesis were really heating it up with advanced magic and techniques.

With his friend's help, Harry sat up to watch more intently. He knew as well as Voldemort that Albus had no chance. Just by seeing the duel, his weakness and old age was plainly brought out.

Voldemort suddenly fired a trick shot that hit Dumbledore with a violent blast of red. He fell towards the ground from a high fall. He grunted as he stood up holding his back.

Voldemort chuckled. "Oh, you make me laugh, Albus. I could dispose of you quickly. Yet, I don't know who to kill first, you or Potter."

Harry stared uneasily at the both of them. He wished hard that he would go after him instead of Dumbledore. However, his wish once again failed to come true.

"I choose you, Albus." Said Voldemort as he raised his wand to Dumbledore. "CRUCIO!"

"No!" Harry cried. He stood up quickly and raced in his direction, ignoring his friends' shouts. He stumbled but managed to stand in front of the headmaster, stretching out his arms.

"Harry!" Dumbledore shouted.

The curse struck him and Harry screamed in agony and anguish. Everyone in the mass of people gasped and covered their ears. Hermione was burying her head in Ron's shoulder and couldn't bear to see her friend suffer.

Voldemort let go in anger, Harry's body collapsed. Dumbledore caught the boy quickly and held him against his chest.

"Fool!" hissed Voldemort.

"You are the fool, Tom!" roared Albus. "You have no honor."

"How dare you call me by my Muggle father's name. I loath being called by his foul memory."

Dumbledore ignored the creature formerly known as Tom Riddle and gently laid Harry beside his friends a distance away. Voldemort allowed him to do so.

"Now let's duel the correct way, dear friend." The Dark Lord mocked.

"Very well."