Chapter One
The Final Battle
Harry looked at the man before him with a look of deepest loathing. Lord Voldemort. It was his fault. This…thing…is what had caused him so much pain. It was his fault. "It is your fault," he screamed, "You!" Harry drew his wand. "You were ruthless in your life and you lost your soul. You are nothing more now then a shred of a human. You are a plague upon this earth, the scourge of humanity. You have taken away the lives of many. And I will stop you!"
Voldemort let out a cruel, piercing laugh. "You. You are nothing but the pawn of a long dead master. Dumbledore was an old fool and it seems that you have inherited his imprudence."
"Ah," said Voldemort, "It seems that where you lost your parents and your mentor you will soon lose your friends." He pointed across the field at where Snape was fighting Ron and Hermione.
Snape's spell knocked Ron to the ground. He then pointed his wand a Hermione. "Well it seems this is the end, mudblood. Sectumsempra!" yelled Snape. A bolt of Red light shot from his wand.
"No!" cried Ron. He leapt from where he was lying on the ground to stand in front of Hermione. A large gash opened is his chest as the light hit him.
"Ron," cried Hermione bending over his prone form. She looked back up at Snape, fury building in her eyes. "Eros," she called. An arrow burst from her wand and struck Snape. He hit the ground, petrified.
"Hermione," called Harry, "get Ron out of here." She nodded and apparated away, she nodded with tears in her eyes.
He turned back to Voldemort. "This is all your fault," he said softly, "This is what you cause. This is what you do. You go through life causing hurt and death." He began to approach Voldemort his voice growing louder now. "Frank Brice, Emmeline Vance, Amelia Bones." He was now shouting as he drew has wand. Voldemort seemed less assured of himself now. "The McKinnens, the Faucets, the Longbottoms. Cedric Diggory, Ron, Dumbledore, Sirius," Tears were now shedding down Harry's cheek. "My parents. Anyone that I have ever loved, you have hurt! It's your entire fault."
Voldemort raised his wand and shouted, "Avada Kedavra."
Harry swung his wand over his head thinking of all of the people he loved and what he has done to them. "Expecto Patronum!" he yelled. A great, silver stag erupted from his wand. It threw Voldemort's curse over its great antlers. Harry then concentrated on his wand with all his might. Putting power into his patronus.
It charged at Voldemort. Voldemort launched another curse at it but it merely bounced off. The stag reached Voldemort and threw him the ground. Harry put even more power into the Patronus until it was giving off a blinding glow.
Voldemort was temporarily eclipsed and when Harry could see him again Voldemort was dead. His shattered soul could not withstand the purity of Harry's patronus.
It was over. Harry had won. He could now get on with his life. Neither could live while the other survived. Harry could now live. He gave a small smile, and with that fell to the ground.
A/N Okay. I hope you like the start of my first Fic. I should have updates soon.