N/A: Keep in mind that this is my first fan fiction and I wrote it in grade 7
Note: I'm sorry this chapter is so short but the ending on this chapter sounds so much better then any other ending I could have come up with.
"RON!" Harry and Hermione yelled at the same time.
He began to move.
"Am I dead?" Ron asked.
"Ron you're alive! Thank God!" Hermione squealed. Harry felt the same way.
While all this was going on, Peter was trying to unglue Voldemort from the ground. Voldemort slowly stood up and stuck his wand out. While Harry was still making sure Ron was okay, Voldemort yelled out, "AVADAKADAVRA."
Luckily Harry heard him and rolled out of the way. He got up and Hermione whispered,
"Harry use the Hulora curse, it will knock him down hard."
"Hul-" Harry started.
"EVERMISANGA!" screamed Voldemort and Harry went flying against the tree again
but this time his arms, feet and head were bound against it.
Voldemort grabbed the jar of dragon blood, took off the lid and muttered something to it.
As Harry struggled to free himself, the jar came floating over to his face. Suddenly Harry's
mouth flew open and it wouldn't close. Harry felt the cold jar push up against his lips and start
tipping the blood into his mouth. Harry tried keeping the jar away from his mouth with his tongue
but it was no use. Now Harry could taste the copper flavour blood.
Just at that moment the jar broke because Ron threw a rock at it. Though it was too late.
Voldemort threw Harry to the ground and started to chuckle in his evil way.
"If I'm going to die, I should die defeating Voldemort." Harry thought. Then his mind
began to race though he was feeling weaker and weaker. He could hear Ron and Hermione
yelling his name though it was faint, and Voldemort saying, "I've finally defeated the famous
Harry Potter." Harry knew he couldn't use the Avadacadavra curse because it was too powerful
for him. Then he remembered a spell Hermione told him about. She said that wizards used it to
hunt for fun. Harry stuck out his wand and yelled with all the strength that was left of him,
"Swordanxa."
Out of the wand came a silver flash. The flash turned into a silver orb and it formed into a silver sword. The sword started to speed at Voldemort's heart then with one thrust he was stabbed. Peter ran away squeaking leaving Voldemort trying to pull it out with a spell. Luckily Hermione disarmed him just in time. Voldemort tried yelling, "Peter, you coward, come back!" but it only came out as a sort of croak. He was now breathing very heavily, then stopped breathing completely. At that moment they knew that it was the end of the dark lord Voldemort.
Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other and Harry wheezed with all his might, "Goodbye you guy's," and he blacked out.
