Harry, now seventeen, stood his ground. He would not take his eyes off of Voldemort's red ones. There was nothing to protect him this time. No Dumbledore, no parents, no godfather. Nobody. Just him and Voldemort, back at the graveyard. That was how it was meant to be.
There was nothing else he could do. Harry dropped his wand.
"I knew you'd give up in the end." Voldemort let out a wicked, evil smile.
Harry said something quietly.
"Huh? What?" said Voldemort sharply.
He muttered it again.
"Speak up Potter!" Voldmeort said angerly and impatiently. "I want to kill you now!"
Harry sighed and walked up to Voldemort. He whispered something in Voldemort's ear. Shocked, surprised, confused, and horrorfied at what the boy just said, the Dark wizard's eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed to the ground. Then he exploded into black fire and only blood red ashes remained. The Dark Lord was now dead. Harry smiled in triumph and apparated back ot the Burrow.
Hermione and Mrs. Weasley through their arms around Harry. Ginny pulled them off ofHarry and kissed him. She then sobbed hysterically in his arms. "I thought I'd lose you forever," she said softly.
He smiled down at her and stroked her red hair. "Never."
Ron, Lupin, and Mr. Weasley ran over to Harry. "Well done mate," said Ron, patting Harry on the back.
Lupin grinned proudly. "So, how did you do it?"
"Yeah, how did you beat him Harry?" asked Mr. Weasley excitedly.
There was a long pause. After awhile, Harry finally spoke.
"I said, I love you."
THE END