The last three years had been complete hell for Harry Potter and his friends. Lord

Voldemort had indeed risen more powerful and more terrible then before. Ever since

Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts the Dark Lord had been killing people left and right. The

Order of the Phoenix worked as hard as they could to work against him, but not even they

could stop his steady rise to complete power. So many deaths! So many betrayals.

People no longer trusted their own families. Bother against brother, father against son.

The world was in turmoil. If something was not done soon, all would crush under Lord

Voldemort. Three years had taken their toll on the great Harry Potter. The now 18-year-

old wizard had a look in his eyes that said he had seen things that 50-year- old could not

take. The once boyish face and cheerful face was hardened. Harry Potter was no longer

a naïve little boy. The once trusting, loving boy had become a hard man that showed no

emotion. He had seen to much death to remain the same. To much suffering. Felt too

much pain. Though they had met several times in the last years, the Dark Lord still had

not managed to kill Harry, but not from lack of trying. No, the man once known as Tom

Riddle had almost succeeded several times. He had killed the Dursleys right in front of

Harry. Harry admitted that he had never liked his relatives, but that did not mean that he

had wanted him dead. His trusty Firebolt and his father's cloak had saved him that time.

Next Voldemort killed Remus Lupin. Actually, it had been Wormtail who shot the curse

at his old friend. Harry had then gone to stay with the Grangers. Somehow, despite

Dumbledore's charms the evil man also killed Hermione's parents and her newborn little

sister. The summer before his 7th year Harry had stayed with the Weasley's, only to

discover that Percy had become a deatheater. Charlie Weasley had been killed protecting

his mother. Bill Weasley joined the ranks of missing people. Fred and George had gone

into hiding with their wives, Alicia and Katie to protect any babies on the way. Ron and

Ginny remained at Harry's side. Hermione too had always been there for Harry. If there

had been time, Harry and Ginny would have been married already; the same for Ron and

Hermione. But they feared what would happen if they were to even try o make it public.

Though there had been many looses there had also been many gains. Draco Malfoy had

come over from the dark side, becoming a strong ally for the light. Sirius Black had been

freed after Peter got arrested for killing Remus. But it had to come at some time. After

three long years of fighting Harry's moment finally came. He would be able to avenge

his parents, Remus, the Dursleys, Bill, Charlie, McGonnagal and Hagrid (who had also

been killed in war), Snape, who had been caught as a spy, the Grangers and their young

daughter. Yes, Voldemort would pay for the pain he had caused Harry Potter and his

friends. The battle was at Hogwarts. After completely destroying Hogsmeade

Voldemort made his way up to the castle. He was armed with dementors, deatheaters,

and several other powerful dark creatures. It looked as though the battle was lose for the

light side. It all came down to a final duel between Harry and the Voldemort.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? The-Boy-Who-Wont-Die alone without any

friends to protect him? Tisk tisk Mr. Potter I thought you had learned better by now."

"Riddle, don't give me crap. You started a duel with me three years ago and I want to

finish it. Or are you to much of a coward?" Harry said in a cold voice.

Voldemort was not pleased. "I will finish what my ancestor never got to do to yours.

The great heir of Slythrine will triumph over Gryffindor's pathetic boy of an heir. You

will not win. Avada Kedavra!"

Green lighted shot out of the wand and was heading straight at Harry. It would hit him

and he would die. Strangely Harry felt at complete peace with himself. Closer and closer

the light came towards The-Boy-Who lived as if in slow motion. Slowly, slowly...

AN- And so starts my next fic. Some of you may have read my last one, but I will tell you that this one is very different. This, like my last one is also being posted on HP.com. Also I would like all to note that I totally came up with all ideas by my self and I have never seen anyone write a fic like this one, so I don't want anyone to think that I am coping. Oh year and my:

DISCLAIMER: I hate doing these, I mean really who is going to think that I am JK Rowling? So just to get it out of the way for the rest of the fic, I do not own any of the characters except for a few OC's, and the plot is completely my own.