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A/N: I'm not sure that I'm completely satisfied with this, but here it is. Please read and review even if you don't feel like it.

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The day flew by quickly as Ron, Hermione and Harry caught up on all the news around Hogwarts and in the wizarding community in general. Once again it was a day where he could forget all that befell him and remember happier times when he was unaware of the prophecy and when he didn't get pitying looks from Mrs. Weasley when she thought he wasn't looking.

All too soon, it was time to flu back to his hiding place. As sad as he was to leave behind his friends and a little bit of normalcy, he was all the more anxious to get back home and make sure that his beloved father was alright. Harry contemplated the turn around in attitude that he had. He couldn't believe that this professor who was so hostile to him in his early years, was now so dear to his heart. He couldn't even fathom what he would do if he lost yet another father. First his supposed father James Potter, and then his next father figure Sirius, how would he cope if he lost Snape as well?

"Goodbye Harry. Continue to study diligently." Hermione was saying. "I'm sure that this will all be over with before you know it and you'll be back at Hogwarts copying my essays and begging me to finish your homework."

"We miss you awfully, Harry. Everyone's talking about where you've gone. I hope that you can come back soon." Said Ron.

"Make sure you eat right and mind Snape now." Said Mrs. Weasley in her typical mothering fashion.

"Don't worry guys! I'll be fine! I promise. Lord Voldemort will be just a part of history before you know it. I know I can defeat him." Said Harry with confidence that could only come from the Snape side of his family.

"Off you go, Harry!" said Mrs. Weasley.

Harry stepped into the fire and with as much enunciation as he could muster said, "Dumbledore's hiding place."

The typical sensation of whirling past other houses overcame him and before he knew it, he was back. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He could sense that something was wrong. It was late at night and dark outside so there should be light from inside the house. It was pitch black. Harry first made sure that he blocked his mind so that no one would be able to read him. Practicing his wandless magic, Harry cast a shield charm on himself.

"Petrificus Totalus." Said a voice hissingly.

Harry tried as much as possible to fall down as if he had actually been hit by the curse. In fact, he had gotten the shield charm up just in time.

"Now finally, Harry Potter, or should I say Mr. Snape." Hiss a voice – most likely Lord Voldemort's. "I have you where I want you. The flu has been closed. Your father will not rescue you now," he said ominously. "Everyone still thinks you are safe. No one will come looking for you. Today you will die." He said with glee.

Harry said nothing and did not move a muscle as he did not want Voldemort to know that he was unaffected by the curse. He thought quickly and cast another spell worldlessly and wandlessly – a spell that if done right, would render Voldemort's wand useless for his next spell. Harry took a gamble that the next spell he would cast would be the killing curse.

"After I am finally rid of you. I will rule the world. No one will be able to challenege me. No one would dare stand up to me. No one will stand in the way."

Harry wanted to cry out, 'What about Dumbledore. HE'S the most powerful wizard, not you! You will never triumph. Good will win out.' But he remained silent and continued the illusion.

"Before you die, you will suffer as you have made me suffer. You will suffer as your mother made me suffer. There will be pain as you have never experienced before. You will be begging me to let you take the dark mark. But there will be no relief for you."

"Crucio" said Voldemort.

Harry was vaguely aware of someone screaming, but could not figure out who it was. He knew it couldn't be him because of the spell that he had cast. The screaming continued and Harry just wanted to cover his ears before he realized that it was him screaming. Voldemort took Harry to his breaking point before letting up. Harry was breathless and could not think straight. There was no way he could fight this.

"I see, Harry, that Snape has taught you well. The gift of wandless and wordless magic runs in your family. However, there is no way you can defeat me. I am too strong for you. You will die just as your mother and true father. No one is coming to rescue you this time, boy! Where are you friends now? Crucio!"

Again Harry could hear someone screaming, but simply felt detached from his body. He could not believe that the person screaming was him. 'It's Hermione and Ron. He has them,' Harry thought. Harry knew that he must act quickly if he was to do something. He knew it wouldn't be long before he would end up like Neville's parents. He could feel himself slipping. Using the techniques he had learned from occlumency, he blocked his mind from the earth-shattering pain. He fought long and hard to gain control of his senses. He thought only of all the people that he was fighting for. The people that loved and cared about him. Snape, Hermione, Ron, Sirius, his mother and James, Dumbledore – names just kept coming to him. With these thoughts in mind, he screamed out "Expelliarmus!" To his absolute surprise, the pain stopped and could only assume that it had worked. He had disarmed Voldemort in the middle of the cruciatus curse. Quickly, before Lord Voldemort could react, he again summoned the images of those he loved and could almost feel their love coursing through his veins. He then used the spell that Dumbledore taught him, not quite sure of what would happen. "Bonita Conficio!"

Not sure what had happened, Harry thought it best if he cast some light. "Lumos." As the light spilled from his wand tip, he noticed Voldemort right in front of him. Alive, whole and well.

"I knew you couldn't kill boy. It takes a wizard of extreme skill to kill. A boy like you would never be able to accomplish such a feat. Even Snape was no match for 'avada kedavra.' Play time is over, boy. Now you are to die."

There were many thoughts running through Harry's mind. 'Why didn't it work? Dumbledore will be so disappointed in me. Hermione, Ron – they won't be safe now. No one will be safe. I've let everyone down. This is it. This is the end.'

"Avada Kedavra." Said Voldemort with a look of extreme glee.

Harry opened his eyes stunned that he was still alive. 'Nothing happened.' He thought.

Voldemort tried again this time franticly screaming, "Avada Kedavra!"

Again Harry only stood there. Harry was not sure of what was going on, but was pretty sure that Voldemort was now magicless.

The fight was not over, however, as it seems that Voldemort had positioned deatheaters outside of the house. 'There must be twenty of them.' Harry could only assume that they started moving in because of the distress of Voldemort. Summoning the happiest moment he could think of, he quickly said "Expecto Patronum."

A great stag popped out of Harry's wand to fend off the deatheaters. Harry knew that this could not continue for long. He knew that somehow he must get to Dumbledore. Harry knew it was late, he could only hope that Dumbledore was in his office. He grabbed Voldemort and dragged him into the fireplace will still holding his wand out to keep the deatheaters away. There was no way Harry was going to let Voldemort get away this time. Magic or no. He quickly picked up some flu powder and screamed "Weasleys." As it was the only place he could think of.

When he arrived the house was already dark. "HELP!" he screamed. "HELP!"

Lights came on all over the house, and all the occupants rushed downstairs at the sound of the disturbance. One by one as the Weasleys saw Voldemort, the look on their faces was priceless. Each stopped, bumping into the person in front of them. Harry had this insane urge to laugh. Instead he said quickly, "It's alright. There's no more magic in him. He can't fight. It's okay."

With a look of disbelief, Mr. Weasley (the first on the stairs.) Said, "Everyone stay here." And moved to check out Voldemort and Harry.

Mr. Weasley hit Voldemort with a curse that made him laugh hysterically. Seeing that Voldemort did not fight back, Mr. Weasley was a little more satisfied. "It's okay. Everyone stay here. Harry and I must get Voldemort to Dumbledore." Mr. Weasley pulled an old chewing gum wrapper out of his pocket. "Dumbledore gave this to me at the beginning of the year for emergencies. It's a portkey, Harry. It will take us right to him. Grab hold! And make sure Voldemort is touching too."

Before he knew what was happening the three visitors were standing in Dumbledore's office at Hogwarts school. Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk with a twinkle in his eye.

"Professor, I came back from the Weasleys and he was waiting to ambush me. IusedmywandlessmagicandIgothimanditworked…." Said Harry words running into each other.

"Harry," said Dumbledore kindly. "Please slow down and tell me what happened."

"Well, I could tell when I arrived that there was something wrong. I immediately cast a shielding charm and pretended to have fallen under Voldemort's curse. He then cast the cruciatus curse on me twice, but I was able to put it all aside and dewand him. I then cast the curse you taught me, professor! It worked. It really worked. At first, I didn't think it had, but it did. He's magicless. He doesn't have any magic left in him." Harry quickly expressed his confusion. "I don't understand though. What happened? How did I do that?"

"Magic without love is impossible. Even Voldemort, as much as he despised it, had a smidgeon of love left in him. If he did not, he would not have been able to cast the simplest spell. The spell that you performed sucked the last bit of love out of him. Without this, he is harmless and magicless as Mr. Filch. I knew that you could do it, Harry. You were the only one that could stand up to him. Only you had sacrificed so much that you were able to take his love from him."

At this point Harry remembered Voldemort saying something about Snape. "Oh no, Professor!" Harry screamed. "My father! Snape! He killed Snape! Snape's dead! He used 'Avada Kedavra.' He's gone! That monster killed him!" at this Harry got his wand out absolutely prepared to cast the killing curse on Voldemort. 'He deserves it!' thought Harry. 'After all that he took from me. He deserves it!'

"Harry, remember, always that we are nothing without love. Snape may be gone, but his memory will always live on in our hearts." Said Professor Dumbledore. At this Harry broke down – he was inconsolable.

"Please take Harry to Madame Pomfrey, Mr. Weasley. Instruct her to give Harry a strong sleeping potion. Everything will be alright now, Harry. You'll see. Things will get back to normal quickly."

Harry was blissfully unaware of the rest of the evening as the sleeping drought that Madame Pomfrey administered took effect.