In a miraculous recovery . . . another chapter! I know, it has been ages and ages and ages and ages . . . to tell you the truth, I would normally do a small recap of the story here because it has been an insanely long time . . . but I only have ten or fifteen minutes to write this (which means it is going to be choppy) and I don't have time to read through anything other than the last chapter. Also, there will be another entry after this, so don't stop reading! (if there are actually any of you guys left).
So here goes . . .
The other four arrived at Azkaban with just enough time to see Harry disappear behind the outer wall. They all rushed after him, barely catching a glimpse of a stunned guard before running to follow him down the labyrinth of hallways. They turned a final corner only for Ron, who was in the front due to his long and gangly legs, to nearly run into the back of Harry. A remark of surprise was nearly out of his mouth when the presence of a dementor merely feet in front of Harry caused it to jump back down his throat taking his stomach with it as it sank low into his abdomen.
Harry wasn't speaking at all. He silently seized the stone out of his pocket, took a step forward, and lowered it onto the floor. Harry shuffled backwards and held out of his hand. The creaking of the transformation drowned out Dumbledore's muffled protest and it was only moments later that a fully formed, unconscious dark lord lay splayed out in front of them.
There was a moment when Harry and the dementor locked gazes and after a short time it nodded and glided slowly forward.
"Don't move and do not make any noise." Harry whispered out the side of his mouth. "Timing for this is going to be crucial."
"What-" Hermione started to ask, but was cut off with a soft hiss from Harry.
A moment of stillness like they would never witness again took hold and it was only a minute before Harry whispered enervate. Red eyes snapped open, but the viewers only caught a glimpse of the horror they contained before their vision was obscured by a black and rotting cloak. In a moment of clarity they understood Harry's plan and all it took was that one miniscule moment for the beginning of the end to truly start.
It what would later seem like months, maybe even years, but was truly a matter of seconds, the small group witnessed the defeat of the Dark Lord Voldemort. A vacuum like sound was heard as the spirit and memories of the former Tom Riddle disappeared into the grey, decaying lips of a dementor and were lost forever amidst the other souls the creature had consumed.
Harry closed his eyes as the body of his enemy hit the cold floor with a soft thud. He fell to his knees as the dementor floated away and a single tear made its way down his cheek. The others could see his lips moving slightly and a voice as faint as the wind found its way to their ears saying "it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over." After nearly fifteen seconds had passed, Dumbledore laid his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Let's go home" he murmured, and they did, leaving the corpse of the greatest dark lord in history behind them.