Harry looked up at Voldemort and smiled. "Why are you smiling?" Voldemort demanded.

"Because you didn't win either," whispered Harry. He shoved his sword into his chest. Voldemort looked down and backed away, taking both swords with him. Harry fell to the floor. "I told you I would kill you."

Hermione got up and ran over to Harry and fell to her knees. "Harry," tears started to stream down her face, "please don't leave me or Ron. You're our best friend. You can't leave this world yet. We need you Harry, hold on."

Harry smiled. "You have Draco. He loves you Hermione. And Ron, well, he'll find someone. Me? I have done more than any other wizard has my age. I think my time here is done. I've done what I was meant to do here on earth."

Hermione shook her head. "There's so much more. You'll meet someone, have a family, and grow old."

Harry smiled again. "No, I've done what I needed. I need to go on."

"No! Harry! You can't leave us!" cried Hermione. Harry closed his beautiful emerald green eyes. "Draco! Go get someone! Hurry!"

Draco flung open the door, The stairs were back to normal, and he went down them two at a time. He ran back the way they came and into the kitchen. Death-eaters and some of the Order lay everywhere. He ran into the living room. "Lupin! Moody! Ron!" They all looked up. "It's Harry. He's hurt. Badly. He might die!" They all shot up and followed Draco up into the attic.

After Draco left, Hermione muttered a spell; bandages wrapped themselves around Harry. He was still breathing, but it was slow, short, and it seemed like he had trouble too. She moved his damp hair, (because he was sweating), out of his face. Hermione sat there, waiting for Draco to come back with help. Two minutes later, Draco came back wit Lupin, Moody, and Ron. Lupin conjured a stretcher and magically lifted Harry on it.

"Since wizards can't apparate when badly injured, we'll have to take Floo Powder," said Moody. "Ron, you'll go with him." Ron nodded. They all hurriedly went to the living room. Hermione and Ron held Harry's hands as he lay on the stretcher.

Ron let Harry put all his weight on him. They squeezed into the fireplace and Ron said "St. Mungos." Hermione came right after him.

When Hermione came through, they carried Harry to the Welcome Witch.

"Um... where do we go for a huge sword gash?" asked Ron.

"Where did he get a sword gash from?" asked the witch.

"Voldemort. Long story," said Hermione.

"A Voldemort related injury... A couple of those came in last week, so we added a sixth floor," said the witch. By that time, everyone arrived. It took forever to get to the sixth floor and Harry wasn't getting any better. There was a time when he wasn't breathing at all. Hermione muttered a spell and gave him some of her energy.

A/N: OMG! I hope you like this chapter! I love it! It's so sad, but its so good! Chapter 12 coming right up!