A week flew away and nothing happened. Then the day they all dreaded came. They were all in the common room when it happened. Harry had told a funny joke. They were all laughing harder than needed because they were eating a lot of candy so they were hyper. Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Harry were on the floor rolling with laughter. Then, Harry screamed. His eyes swelled up with tears. He clutched his forehead. It felt like his head might spilt. It hadn't felt like it did since his fifth year in the Department of Mysteries. Every stopped laughing and looked at him. Hermione got up and ran to her room. She came back with her orb. It was as black as black can be. Harry's hand dove into his pocket and pulled out his coin. He set it for that day's date, so it would burn now. Harry and Draco grabbed their swords and they all raced out of the common room and down to the Great Hall. Dumbledore was already down there.

"He's somewhere in the castle. Chamber of Secrets most likely," said Harry. Every minute passed and Harry's scar hurt more and more, but he had to ignore it. "Draco, let me tire him out. He doesn't know you share a prophecy too. Only when I'm down, you come in. It's the only way we can do this. Besides, he look my parents away. He practically took my life away. I have to tire him."

"Your right," said Draco. "You get him tired. I'll come in if you're down, then we can attack. I'll come from behind so he doesn't see me. I'll nod and we both run towards him."

"Ok," said Harry. All of a sudden, Harry was being pulled to the ground by Draco. A stream of red missed them by inches.

"Harry Potter, been awhile hasn't it?" said a cold, evil voice.

"Voldemort," breathed Harry. "It has been awhile. Good thing too. You see, after our encounter at the Tri-Wizard Tournament, I realized I couldn't kill you with magic, so," he unsheathed his sword, "I decided to use this." Harry put his sword in front of him to show Godric Gryffindor's name.

"Looks like we think the same way," Voldemort unsheathed his sword too. It was Salazar Slytherin's sword.

"I will never think as you do," said Harry.

"You would if you went into Slytherin," said Voldemort.

"No I wouldn't," snapped Harry.

"NOT all Slytherin's are on your side," snapped Draco.

"I'll deal with you later," hissed Voldemort. He turned to Harry. "You may have won many battles, Harry Potter, but you will not win this war."

"That's what you think," said Harry.

As soon as Voldemort charged at Harry, the death-eaters charged at Draco, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, the aurors, and the staff. The Second War had now officially begun.

At first, they were blocking each other's attacks. "Why don't you give in? You're not going to win," Voldemort said when their swords crossed and they were face to face.

Harry pushed away. "I'm not going to quit. I won't stop until you're dead."

"Or until you're dead," said Voldemort. "Argh!" Harry slashed him in his arm. "Caught me off guard, didn't you? Well, that won't happen again."

"We'll see about that," said Harry.

Then, Harry started to get tired, and he was very sore. Voldemort slashed his arms and chest. Voldemort was clearly stronger. Harry only got him twice.

Harry was using his sword for support. He was sweating and aching. Voldemort slashed him in the chest again. He'll have an X shaped scar on his chest for life. Just like his lightening bolt scar on his forehead.

"Let's send your pain now," hissed Voldemort. Harry didn't say anything. "Foolish, both of them. Your parents were stupid. Especially your father. He thought he could block Avada Kedavra. Foolish, and you'll end up the same way he and your mother did."

"They were not foolish or stupid!" yelled Harry.

"Yes they were," hissed Voldemort.

"No!" yelled Harry.

"Avada Kadavra!" yelled Voldemort. He had grabbed his wand, forgetting that he couldn't kill Harry with it.

'No!' Harry thought. 'I can't die. He can't win.' Harry closed his eyes and held up the sword in front of him.

"NO!" Draco, Ron, and Hermione screamed. A moment later, Harry opened his eyes. He was still alive! He looked down. There was a pile of ashes at his feet. An ugly bird's head poked out.

"Thanks Fawkes," muttered Harry.

"Stupid bird," hissed Voldemort.

Harry and Draco looked at each other and nodded. "The time has come," Harry said before him and Draco charges. Voldemort looked back and saw Draco running at him. Voldemort's eyes got bigger as Draco came nearer. Voldemort screamed. Harry saw the tip of Draco's sword and Draco saw the tip of Harry's sword when they stabbed Voldemort.

"My own heir," was Voldemort's last words before he died. All the death-eaters tried to escape, but the aurors guarded all the doors that led out of the Great Hall.

"We did it," whispered Harry before he passed out.

"We need to get him to the healers, that just arrives ten minutes ago, they're in the hospital wing," said Hermione. "He's already lost a lot of blood."

"Ok," Draco conjured a stretcher and lifted him up on it. Hermione moved him into the hospital wing.

"Madam Pomfrey! Someone!" Hermione said when she got into the hospital wing.

"Shh!" snapped Madam Pomfrey. "Patients are sleeping!"

"Sorry," said Hermione. "But, here's Harry."

"He isn't dead, is he?" asked Madam Pomfrey.

"No! He passed out, but he lost a lot of blood," said Hermione.

"Oh, does this mean," Madam Pomfrey set Harry on an open bed, "that You-Know-Who is dead?"

"Yes, Harry and Draco finished him off for good this time," said Hermione.

"Where's Mr. Malfoy?" asked Madam Pomfrey.

"He's not injured," said Hermione.

"Ok," said Madam Pomfrey. "Would you take off his shirt? I have to go get some supplies. He might not have passed out. You-Know-Who could of put a potion on his sword."

"I hope not," said Hermione.

"Just the shirt, not the pants," said Madam Pomfrey.

"I know," said Hermione,. When Hermione had taken off his robe and his shirt, there was a huge cross-shaped cut that went across his white chest.

"He did a great job," said Dumbledore from behind Hermione.

"He did, so did Draco," said Hermione.

"Harry will have that scar forever," said Dumbledore.

"You're not going to remove it? I know you can. I read it somewhere," said Hermione.

"No, it's going to stay. I think a scar should stay, not magically removed," said Dumbledore.

"Oh," said Hermione.

Madam Pomfrey shooed them out and closed the curtains. Five minutes later, Draco came in. On his chest, there was a huge red + shape.

"Oh my God! Draco? What happened?" asked Hermione.

"Dumbledore, we need you out here now," said an auror. Dumbledore got up and left.

"Well? What happened?" asked Hermione.

"One of the death-eaters gave some of his life to Voldemort. Voldemort woke up and got me twice. I saw him, but I had no sword. Five seconds later he died for real," explained Draco. He winced.

"Draco, you need a healer," said Hermione.

Madam Pomfrey emerged from the curtain. "No poison. Dumbledore requested that I leave the scar, so I did." She looked at Draco. "Dear boy, come here." Draco got up.

"I want you to leave the scar too," said Draco. "Dumbledore wouldn't have wanted it to be removed."

"Ok," said Madam Pomfrey. "Miss Granger, they'll be here overnight. You can stay or go to your common room."

"I'll stay," said Hermione.

"Ok," said Madam Pomfrey.

Hermione fell asleep on two chairs (her legs went over the armrest and onto the second chair) between Harry's and Draco's bed. Ron came in and told her he was helping the clean up of the Great Hall and then left.

The nest morning, Ron came in with four pieces of toast. One for him, one for Hermione, one for Draco and one for Harry when they woke up.

Harry winced when he tried to get up. Draco did a little, but not as much as Harry did.

"Are you two feeling alright?" asked Hermione.

"Not really," said Harry.

"I'll live," said Draco.

"Dumbledore requested that you two keep the scar," said Hermione.

Harry looked at his chest. "I am to keep another scar from Voldemort?"

"Dumbledore doesn't believe in magically removing scars," said Hermione.

"Hermione, can you go to my room and get a green shirt?" asked Draco.

"Yeah," said Hermione. She left.

"Can you believe it's over? I mean for real this time," said Ron.

"Let's hope he doesn't come back somehow," said Harry.

"He won't. We came through with the prophecy," said Draco. They were silent for a couple minutes.

Ron decided to break the silence. "Tomorrow's the burning ceremony."

"What's that?" asked Hermione. She came back with Draco's shirt.

"We're going to burn Voldemort's body," said Dumbledore from behind them.

"Oh," said Hermione.

"Does Fudge wants us to go?" asked Harry.

"He does want you to go. At least Draco and Harry. You two don't have to go," Dumbledore nodded at Hermione and Ron.

"We're going too," said Hermione.

"Ok," said Dumbledore.