Alright this story is almost over, this is the wrap up chapter, where the all the real action is. The next chapter is our ending and the explanation of my title. I hope you have enjoyed this as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

Padfoot and Prongs

The battle carried on. Lights falshed everywhere, but Harry's mind was only occupied by Voldemort. He had seen him try to escape into the Forest but Harry was right on his heels.

"Come out you coward!" Hary was past his limit. His blood was boiling and his temper exploding. "Come out and fight like a man!"

"Now, Harry, is that a very smart move? I am a full grown wizard and you are nothing but a boy," a voice echoed throught the trees.

"Well for a full grown wizard your not a very good one. A mere baby beat your only weapon you've know, death, and beat you five other time," Harry taunted.

"Why you little-" a flash of green light headed straight towards Harry, who ducked behing a tree just in time. "Now who's the coward, baby Harry?"

Harry stepped out from behind the tree. He was no coward, he would fight. Voldemort shot at Harry with the deadly green spell again.

"Is that all you got?" Harry yelled. "The Avada Kedavra Curse? You're pathetic, Riddle!"

"How dare you! I am Lord Voldemort to all, and to all is my name too fearsome to say. Do not ever use my no-good muggle father's name!"

"Aha! So you do have a weakness, many if I do say so myself."

"Shut up you little worm," he shot another green light at Harry missing by mere centimeteres.

Harry had enough of doudging and hiding. He slowly took out his Godfather's knife and looked to see where the spells were being cast from. He must be moving.

A high cackle echoed throught the trees sending birds out of their nests and a shiver down Harry's spine. "What is this baby Harry? An old knife? Are you planning on killing me the muggle way," his gruseome laugh filled the air again as he shot another spell at Harry.

Surprisingly it hit Harry's knife and instead of burting into dust it grew into a huge sword. The handle had a carving of something… Harry looked closer, at first it reminded him of the Grim, but then…

"Sirus?" He whispered. It didn't matter what happened next, he knew Padfoot was with him.

Voldemort emerged from the shadows. "All you have is a sword, and I am Lord Voldemort, your end is near Harry Potter." Harry did not wait a second longer and charged at the man who had caused him so much pain.

As he was running he saw out of the corner of his eye a pure white stag on his right and a large white dog on his left. Feeling that his father and his Godfather were with him, he neared Voldemort. The two white shadows jumped into the sword causing it to glow. Harry charged and drove the sword inot the stomach of the once-feared-wizard. He stepped back and stared at Voldemort. His white, plae face turned to a normal, flesh color. His red eyes turned into a shallow blue plead for life. He collasped on his knees and disispeared into nothing but ash.