For Neither Can Live While the Other Survives
Chapter One
The End?
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"AVADA KEDAVRA!" screamed Harry, glaring at Voldemort, from where he lay across James and Lilly Potter's gravestones. Images burst vividly into Harry's mind. He saw his parent's happy faces; he saw Ron and his family; he saw Hermione; he saw Hagrid; he saw Sirius and Lupin and all off his friends from the Order of the Phoenix. A vibrant green light burst out of the end of Harry's wand and soared into Voldemort's heart. Voldemort gasped and his eyes bulged. He screamed out- a baby's cry- and suddenly fell down onto the ground. The Dark Mark that glittered in the sky turned dazzling red and exploded, wisps of it flying in all directions. Harry fell back onto his parent's tombstones, defeated. He felt life slowly ebb away as blood poured steadily from the gash in his stomach.
"I've done it," he mumbled to himself, "I did it Mum. I did it Dad. I've defeated Voldemort. He's dead. But, oh, I'm a murderer too."
Harry stared up into the clear starry sky and tears fell out of his eyes. All of his closest friends had died since Voldemort returned: Sirius, Hagrid, Ron, Hermione. Now he was dying too. He sighed and thought: At least I'll see my parents soon. Then, with a final sigh, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, slipped into blackness.