Anyone but Me

Prequel.
The End is Just the Beginning

As soon as the death eaters arrived at Hogwarts, Harry Potter knew it was time. Time to fulfill his destiny. At his command, the entire DA would willingly join in the fighting… but it was not their time, at least not yet. So it was strictly the teachers, Harry and his closest friends, against some of the cruelest witches and wizards in the world at first. The members of the DA knew that when Harry Potter gave the signal, that they were to distract the Death Eaters at all costs, while he dueled with their master. Dueled with their master, Lord Voldemort.

As red and yes, even green flashes of light flickered around the Great Hall, Harry gathered up his nerve and waited. That was the plan. As soon as Voldemort arrived, then the DA would join in suddenly, and he, Harry would be able to fulfill what had been spoken some eighteen years earlier.

Suddenly, there was silence in the hall as the doors burst open, revealing a tall, pale figure in dark black robes. Lord Voldemort had finally arrived at Hogwarts.

"Harry Potter." He hissed. "We meet again. Prepare to die."

"I do not intend to die so soon Tom."

"You dare call me that! Worthless fool! Crucio!"

Harry fell to the ground wreathing in pain. The pain ceased for a moment before coming on full strength yet again. Suddenly Harry heard a voice inside his head. A voice that was not his own.

"Prepare to die fool. You refused to join me the last time we met, and we will not meet again. Not after I am through dealing with you."

It was Lord Voldemort. Possessing him, Harry.

With a mighty shove, Harry shoved the self made Lord Voldemort out of his mind, before standing up and speaking to his startled enemy.

"I believe that you are nearly correct Tom. We will never meet again. But it will be after I deal with you. And before Voldemort could utter a single curse, Harry Potter spoke. Just one word but it was enough.

"Amourticus"

Time seemed to stand still, for every figure in the hall, student, teacher, or Death Eater alike stopped in their duels to watch the one happening before them.

The golden beam struck him square on the chest. It kept on coming. Everyone was holding his or her breaths.

Was it going to work?

Was the spell that Hermione Granger had invented going to rid the world of one of the most powerful wizards of all time?

Voldemort looked as if he were feeling something strange, something he had never before felt before.

Was it working?

Suddenly he groaned.

"No! Please, not this. Not that…"
With a last anguished wail, Lord Voldemort crumpled to the floor at the feet of Harry Potter. He was dead.

It was a moment of which Harry would never, could never ever forget. Or anyone else in the hall at that moment in time. Himself. Harry Potter. Standing over the lifeless body of his worst enemy. He was dead. Dead. Finally. Lord Voldemort was dead. It was over. The final battle had happened right after NEWTS. And now he, Harry Potter could live his life to the fullest. At last. For his greatest enemy was dead. Gone, Forever.