There is a second book to this one where Harry returns to life (because my friends hated that he died and throughout the years, becomes stronger and fights another evil.

Stay tuned!

P.S Thanks so much for reading, even if you didn't like it. It means a lot.

"I am very frightened, honestly." Voldemort replied sarcastically. "Fine, you will be taken care of first."

As the green light sped off in the professor's path, Dumbledore shouted for him to get out. He made no move to do so. Snape turned his head and glanced at Harry, who stared silently in return. For the first time in his seven years of teaching him, the man smiled kindly at the boy he once despised. Harry did as well, just as a tear escaped from his sorrowful eyes. A burst of light blinded him, and the feeling of a body vibrate from the ground gave him the truth. Snape was dead.

People screamed and panicked more. Some fainted. Voldemort brushed past the motionless form of the man and protested to Harry, "His sacrifice means nothing to me. You will pass this world in my wrath."

Harry struggled to speak. "It did… He was once a…. Loyal Death Eater."

Voldemort growled. "Quiet, you!"

He raised his foot and kicked Harry in the ribs. He repeated it twice.

"Stop this, now!" Dumbledore bellowed.

"What!" Voldemort yelled in frustration. "Do you want him? Here," He picked Harry up by the upper arm, ignoring how his body fell limp, and threw him closer to them. "Is that what you want? He's dying, it makes no difference."

Dumbledore paused. He waited for the Dark Lord to step back before he made a move. Just as he took two steps to retrieve him, a transparent woman dissolved in front of him. She had long, wavy hair, and her body silver. Silver like a ghost's.

"Lily." He whispered.

"Is that Harry's mum?" Ron asked, baffled.

Dumbledore nodded, but Hermione became swept in fear.

"No!" she screamed. "Don't take him away, do you hear me? Don't take him away from us!"

Lily drifted her eyes in her direction but said nothing. She glided toward Harry, who was breathing in rasps. She stared sadly and kneeled, placing him gently in her arms. Hermione was still screaming. Ron and Draco held her back, too afraid to join in.

Lily leaned Harry's head onto her chest and stroked his hair.

"Harry," she whispered into his ear. "Try and come back to me. I can't do it alone. Give me your hand."

Shakily, Harry raised his hand toward her voice. His eyes would not open. Lily carefully took his hand and grasped it tightly.

"There, now. Let me give you energy."

He did. His mother shut her eyes and set her chin on his hair. He became aware of a warm presence between them. He felt his misery slowly diminish. It was like being happy and peaceful forever. Was she taking him with her? Were they to be a family at last?

"Defeat him, Harry." She said again as her voice was clearer. "I believe in you."

"I will." He replied with hope.

"Perhaps I will see you soon. Your father and I." She kissed his forehead.

Lily set him on the grass and watched her son grow stronger. To the others she said, "He will be fine for now, but I will return if the energy is gone."

"What?" Hermione almost moaned. "You can't have Harry die!"

"It is his decision whether he lives or dies."

Then, as silent as she came, she vanished.

Harry fidgeted and felt his strength return. He rose from the spot and swayed.

"Harry, don't move!" she cried.

"Stay!" he ordered with his hand outstretched. His emerald eyes were ablaze in both determination and sorrow.

He turned to Voldemort. Glaring, fiercely, he pointed his wand at him.

"Now we fight."

Voldemort had no idea what had happened, but he took his place.

Spells were cast, curses thrown and dodged. They made sure not to do it together to avoid wasting time. Each befell cuts, and even sent flying, landing painfully against rocks.

Harry was thought hard. How was he going to do this now with his second chance? If they couldn't use their wands together, how were they to fight? Then, Harry remembered what Dumbledore had told him before. "There are many ways around the cause and effects of magic." But how, was the question.

"Potter," the Dark Lord hollered. "There is no way to win. I possess the greater power! I am Lord Voldemort! You shall never thwart me again!"

Harry grew angry and fearful at the same time. His enemy was going insane. It meant he was worried about losing, or it was going too slowly.

"I can prove to you, Potter. How would you like to have all your friends here perish under one blast of my wand?"

He had that smile again.

"You wouldn't dare!" Harry hissed. The anger rose.

"Ha, what can you do about it?"

"I will not let you."

"There is nothing to be done to stop me. A large attack like that will dispose of you before you even get near them."

Voldemort raised his wand threateningly. Harry felt an impulse of anxiety for his friends that he loved. He thought of Hermione. How his mother died for him in her own love.

His mind froze. That was it! The way around magic was love!"

Harry placed himself in front of the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Voldemort asked quickly with suspicion.

"What my purpose on this earth is." He replied.

Hermione called his name from behind. Harry felt his insides tighten. He turned around and gave her a regretful stare.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm sorry, but I have to do this. For all of you."

She immediately realized what he was going to do.

"No! Please, you don't need to do it now!"

Harry faced Voldemort again and focused on saving his friends from this merciless evil. This belligerent being that called himself a brave and powerful wizard. The best of the best. Or so he thought. Tonight he was going to change everything once and for all.

A sensation encircled Harry's heart and relaxed his entire body. It appeared that he had been set in some type of trance. The people looked on in wonder. Voldemort tensed up. He was vexed and uncertain at the same time. This emotion increased when Harry's form glimmered a dark blue color.

"What's going on?" Ron whispered to the headmaster.

"He's finding his destiny." Was the reply in a calm and appeased tone.

Voldemort had enough and the whole scene felt awkward and dangerous.

"Die now, Potter! Your life is mine. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Harry suddenly screamed and shouted, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The two deadly curses flew in a jagged motion towards one another and when they touched, Voldemort gaped in horror when his attack was overthrown by Harry's, speeding in his direction. Harry then released another spell from his wand. It quickly caught up with the other and tackled Voldemort.

"No!" he cried in terror. "I am Lord Voldemort, you cannot defea-"

The blast was so deafening that the night filled with screams and an explosion was lit in the fiery sky. The booming noise rattled the ground and vibrated in their lungs. The light in the sky turned to a neon blue, which melted into nothing. There was a heavy silence that reigned over the grounds of Hogwarts until a sudden thud made them all jump in alarm. Straining their fearful eyes, the students saw the lifeless body of the former Dark Lord dispersing smoke. The Death Eaters were immobile. It was difficult to tell whether they were joyous or shaking in fury.

Harry numbly sunk to his knees. He swayed there until the energy drained more, dropping him onto his stomach in a heap.

"Harry!" Hermione shrieked. She stumbled over to him in a panicked motion and fell beside him. Gently, she turned his body over and onto her lap.

"Hermione." Harry whispered weakly.

"Shh…" she shushed. "It's okay now."

"Is Voldemort dead?"

Hermione poured her eyes into his eager ones. "He is, Harry. You did it."

Harry smiled with a feeling of peace and relief. He felt himself sinking toward a place where he would be scatheless at last. So free from harm. And Hermione could not undertake that. When Harry closed his eyes wearily, she shook him furiously.

"Don't go, Harry! Stay here with me! All our troubles and strives are over now. We can all live in peace."

He opened his eyes as his guilt increased. "Hermione, I can't. Please don't beg me to live anymore."

Hermione was silenced. Her body shook as she fought the grief and the fear. "Don't die," she kept saying to herself. "Please don't die on me."

Harry sensed him fading into and out of consciousness. Every once in a while he would cough painfully or breathe sharply. He gave short whimpers when the pain seared. Hermione was racking her mind on what to do. She did not desire to have her friend die, but she also did not wish to have him suffer so. What should a true friend do in such a predicament? The memories flooded back. The day they first met, the adventures in their past years, the laughter at the tables in the Great Hall and common room. Even the bad influence Harry and Ron bequeathed to her. She smiled slightly as she remembered how they taught her how it really was to live. Now one of her best friends was dying right in her arms. Slipping away and there was nothing she could do. Unlike the years before, she could not save him now.

"Go to them." Hermione whispered softly. It was so difficult to say those words. Harry gazed tiredly in tears. She nodded. "Go to them."

Harry didn't look away. Sadness was pulsating through him because he knew that his friend was also in pain. She was hurting and forever will when he would not awake from his sleep. Her greatest fear will finally be realized. In the middle of life and death he managed a soft smile.

"I love you."

Hermione's eyes overflowed and she mouthed, "I love you, too."

Harry gripped her hand and slowly drifted away to the darkness pulling him. His body became motionless in her arms as his eyes gently shut. She felt his chest no longer rise and fall.

Now there was no life.

Hermione whispered his name and wailed. She touched Harry's forehead with hers and wept, squeezing Harry's limp hand. Close by, Ron collapsed onto the ground and screamed in despair and sorrow. That was it. The best friend he ever had in his entire life was taken from him. Nothing had ever hurt this much. Nothing.

Dumbledore watched the three of them with his own tears. He felt blameworthy. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived once again thwarted Voldemort, but the legend was now complete. There was no longer a present for the past.

"That was the worst day of our lives." Hermione sighed. "I felt as if my entire life was going to end that night."

Ron comforted her when she began weeping, but she gently pushed him away.

"There's more. I was alone in the corridors the day after he died. I had just come back from visiting Harry in the Hospital Wing one last time."

Hermione walked blindly down the corridors. She was consumed in sorrow and nothing anyone said could console her. The image of Harry lying still and pale on the hospital bed was embedded in her mind. Even the coldness of his skin. The touch of death itself that she became despised of. She hated it for taking him away. She sniffled and continued on, but something made her stop. Hermione spun around. The voice that summoned her was familiar. In shock, Hermione stared at the image of her friend. Harry was silver as any ghost, but he oddly filled the room with a warm presence, not a cold one. She stepped back in fear.

"Hermione," his voice echoed. "Don't fear me."

She nodded and came forward. He walked up in front of her and smiled kindly.

"I don't want you to mourn for me, all right? I'm gone and there is nothing to be done."

Hermione nodded and hung her head.

"Thank you for being my friend, Hermione. I never got to tell you how much it really meant to me."

"You're welcome, Harry. I'll miss you and I'm glad that I was able to keep you and Ron in check."

He laughed. "Yes, who knows what would have happened to us."

They grinned. Harry leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. He felt so warm.

"I'll always be with you."

After saying this he faded away saying, "Tell Ron I said goodbye."

Hermione smiled slightly. She turned away.

As the days went by, Ron was watching her like a brother. He led her away when he caught her sitting solemnly on Harry's bed, staring blankly out the window. He knew she was realizing that they were leaving their past behind. The common room was never to be filled with Harry's laughter, or the library full of their detective work. It was all the past now. How they despised change. The Quidditch pitch was empty and quiet. Everywhere, Harry was gone.

The day came when the students were leaving. Hermione stood at the door and glanced around. With a smile, she whispered goodbye and passed through the wooden doors.

Harry was invisible with his parents at his side. He watched his friend leave and wished he could have had one more day.

"Come, son," Lily said as she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Let's go."

"That's the end, Sari." Hermione said.

Sari nodded. "Thank you for telling me. I enjoyed learning about him."

Ron stood up in a hurry. "Your father will be searching for you. It is time to leave now. I thank you, Sari, for encouraging us. It really made a difference."

May came by and Sari looked at life differently. She was happy to be alive and have no evil around her. All thanks to Harry's sacrifice.

In the common room, she moved the chair and found the signatures. Next to friends she carved forever. Underneath she wrote her name. Sari Weasley and the date.

She smiled again and hoped that her grandparents finally made peace within themselves.

The End