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It Was Over
It was over.
It had taken him all his life, but it was finally over.
He was dead.
The world was safe.
The young woman he loved was safe.
His friends were safe.
The lives of thousands he never met were safe.
No one would ever be hurt by him again.
He was dead.
Harry didn't know how he did it but he was finally dead.
It was over.
Harry fell to his knees in exhaustion. It had taken every ounce of his energy to do it. He was wearing all black and was covered in blood. He still clutched his wand in his hand. For once in his life his scare felt normal, completely normal. He had thought it had felt normal before, but never really realized what normal was really like. It felt normal now and always would from now on.
It was over.
Voldemort's body lay in a heap in front of him. He was dead. The prophecy was full filled. Harry James Potter was alive and Voldemort was dead. It was a relief that Harry had only dreamed of. It was all he felt at the moment.
Harry didn't care that he probably wouldn't live long enough to enjoy it. He, after all, was surrounded by shocked Death Eaters. He, after all, had too many serious wounds to be concerned about fighting his way out. He would probably bleed to death within the hour. He knew that the Death Eaters surrounding him wouldn't let him leave to get healed. Harry wasn't concerned about it. He never expected to live past this day anyway.
All that mattered was it was done.
It was over.
Harry vagly heard a yell in the background. He barely noticed when half of the Death Eaters turned to see what it was. It was only when he saw a flash of red hair that Harry hit back to the reality everyone else was at. What he saw horrified him. The Order was coming to fight the rest of the Death Eaters off. Along with them was his family. His true family, the Wesley's.
Harry acted with out even thinking. He never even said an incantation. He raised his right hand to Voldemort's right arm. He touched the Dark Mark with the tip of his wand. A white light illuminated the mark. It was blindingly bright and beautiful. All the Death Eaters stopped what they were doing. They were clutching their arm in agonizing pain. White light started percing out word from them as they screamed. Finally after the light engulfed them, the vanished.
It was over.
Everything dimmed back to night. Voldemort's body was now gone. Only thing left was the blood stained grass and a body indent. Harry was still on his knees. His eyes locked on the spot where Voldemort fell. The Order was watching him. The young woman Harry loved, but never told, walked up to him as the rest stood where they were. She kneeled down next to him, her fiery hair cascading over one shoulder. She looked him up and down with worry on her face. A lone tear lightly fell.
"Don't cry." Harry said gently, still gazing at the spot. "there's no longer a reason to cry. It's all over, now."
"Harry?" She said.
"It's cold." Harry said quietly. "It's odd, you know."
"Someone go and get a doctor." Harry heard Dumbledore say from a distance.
"Harry, how much of that blood is yours?" Ginny asked next to him. Another tear fell down her face.
"Most of it." Harry said. His eyes seemed distant. "It was you, you know? You were the one who made a difference. Did you know that Gin?"
Ginny shook her head. Tears freely falling down her face.
"The spell, the one that did it, had requirements. I couldn't just say it. I needed to have a reason." Harry said. His voice seemed to be getting softer. "I needed a strong reason to use it. Saving the world wasn't good enough the first time I tried. It was impersonal, you know?"
Ginny nodded her head as she watched him. She reached down and took his hand in her's.
"It didn't work and he laughed. They all laughed. I was so wounded, he told me to try again. He was mocking me. So I did. I made sure I did it with the strongest reason I had to kill him." Harry said.
Off in the distance a nurse was running towards them.
"Do you know what the reason was?" Harry asked.
Ginny shook her head. "No" she whisper.
"It was so the woman I loved could live." Harry said.
Ginny started to shake with sobs. She stopped and controlled herself. She wanted to be strong for him.
"I've never told you that, have I Ginny?" Harry asked.
"No" She said.
"I do, you know? I've loved ever since the summer before six year." Harry said. He was shaking a little. "I never told you because I didn't want you to get hurt."
"I know." Ginny said.
"It's so cold." Harry whispered.
"Harry?" Ginny sobbed.
Harry turned and looked at her for the first time that night. The nurse was twenty feet away.
"I'm so cold, Ginny." Harry said. Everything started to go black. "Ginny?" Harry fell forward towards the woman he loved. She caught him as everything went black.
"Harry?"