Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with it.

A/N: I wanted to get this up fast so I didn't proof read it well. Hey, be happy it's out! But any large mistakes, please forgive me. Hope you like it!

Chapter 6 - Voldemort

The light cleared and left everyone half-blind. It was like they had a white sheet in front of their eyes. Harry blinked a few times and saw the cloaked figure in front of him coming into view. It had pale, spider-like hands and red slits for eyes; it looked withered but seemed to radiate evil so powerful it nearly suffocated you. Only one thing could possess such an evil, only one creature that was so frighteningly powerful, that thing, standing directly in front of Harry was none other than Lord Voldemort.

Harry thought over the prophecy carefully, thinking over each word. He knew the odds were against him, and he knew he would have to fight with every ounce of life, strength, and soul, but he also knew that he that no other surviving person in this room will die today. They will all live to see the dreaded reconstruction that followed the war, despite the sorrow and pain it will bring, they will live, and that's all Harry needed to settle his conscious.

He lifted his head high and proud and stared with all the condescendence he could muster into Voldemort's eyes. His mind danced with thoughts and it seemed as if the world around him had disappeared, it was just him and Voldemort. Each was waiting for the other to start the fight, until then they were staring directly into each other's eyes. Voldemort's fell to the mercy first, but Harry saw it in his eyes, the magic circulating his body and quick as light, jumped aside.

Something just dawned upon Harry, Voldemort hadn't been holding a wand, he could do wandless magic. Harry felt suddenly obtuse for not taking for granted the fact he most powerful dark wizard on earth could do wandless magic, but he never thought about it. Harry knew one thing was for sure though, Voldemort would be shocked that Harry could too, but let that be an element of surprise, for later, Harry thought.

Lost in his marvel of Voldemort, Harry, dumbly, hadn't been paying attention until a strong hand on his shoulder pushed him down and broke his thoughts. He saw Ron near him, and Hermione behind Ron, as much as he wanted to push them away to safety, he couldn't. His bubble, which separated him from the rest of the battle, seemed to become stronger and glow with invisible strength with them around. He knew that his fight may be his, but his friends were apart of him, through experience, bonds, and love, just like his mother.

They smiled at each other and turned to face Voldemort with a death glare to rival his own, that will go down in history forever, when years later people will tell their grandchildren, "I saw them stand in that pose ready to take out Voldemort with such courage, the Golden Trio they truly were."

Voldemort suddenly sent a stunning spell towards them; they scattered but clumped together again, sending one right back, which unfortunately missed. It went on like this for quite a while simple spells going back and forth; it wasn't until a jinx hit Ron that they stopped. Harry and Hermione crouched over him, he was okay, just a little winded. As they helped him up they heard two voices shout behind them, in blurred words. One the cold voice, like nails on a chalkboard, from Voldemort, and the brave yet scared voice of Ginny Weasley.

Harry turned around just in time to see a green beam flying toward them. However, Ginny had sent such a powerful protection spell it deflected the unforgivable curse which bounced off the ceiling hitting an unexpecting death eater. Ron and Hermione ran over to Ginny to thank her and check on her, Voldemort took advantage of the situation and screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"

"Protego!" Harry shout, but it obviously wasn't strong enough so it half the curse went through the protecting spell and hit Harry.

"Harry!" Voices around him were yelling, he was only half conscious but very aware of his surroundings, Voldemort couldn't win, he just couldn't. "Voldemort…. Can't win." Harry forced out.

"Oh, Harry! We love you, we have faith! "Come on, mate, you have to pull through!" "Harry, you are strong, remember you have love!" All these voices were coming from around hi, though Harry was pretty sure their owners were Hermione, Ron and Ginny.

He thought over the words, they were right, they all loved him, his parents loved him, Sirius loved him, and he had no greater power. He thought of the spell, anti-killing curse that he and Dumbledore had invented. He thought over all his lessons of wandless magic and whispered, with more power than the loudest shout, "Lovoria Protecto," and passed out.

Hermione's mind was as blank as the surrounding light was bright. They had prepared for this so much, yet, she felt unready. Voldemort was standing there, flesh and blood. Tall, thin, and pale, it was hard to believe he used to be the upstanding student Tom Riddle, with a service to the school award, all a lie.

Hermione watched tentatively as Harry stared down Voldemort, he was so brave and strong. She saw Ron jump in front of her and grab Harry, who had almost been hit by the Unforgivable. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and ran next to them. Hermione knew, despite what Harry said they had to stick together, this is how they would be remembered.

They fought Voldemort, sending spells back and forth. Hermione almost died of shock when Ginny protected them from that cures, it was like she was waiting for the moment, they ran to thank her and comfort her, only a second too soon because Harry was hit that exact moment. They ran over to him, he looked on the verge of death.

"Harry, we love you, stick through this." She said, among the words of others.

He seemed half awake, half asleep, but he had to stay alive, he just had too. He seemed to also have made that conclusion as he whispered his final spell and closed his eyes. They looked around; Voldemort was in a slump on the floor, and almost instantly all the death eaters dissapparated with a loud pop.

They ran over to Harry, in which Hermione feared the worst by the looks of him. "Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" Hermione yelled. He came over.

"It's okay, Hermione. He is still breathing but he needs to be transferred to St. Mungo's immediately." Healers were already there and they picked up Harry and flooed him to the hospital.

Other healers, and students and everyone else, were helping clean up. People crying over their lost or deathly injured friends and family, it was a sad sight. Hermione stood next to Ron and Ginny; they looked sad and awaited the news of their family. Hermione then decided someone should go and tell each house, she volunteered for her own.

Her walk up to Gryffindor tower was dismal, even with Ron and Ginny by her side. They should be celebrating, but things were too upsetting, even with the absence of Voldemort. As she walked in the door, she saw many tearful, anxious, and scared faces. "Everyone I have an announcement to make." She started.

"We have won, but before you rejoice, there have been losses, and you must be prepared to face them. The characteristic of a Gryffindor is bravery, and we must be strong for everyone. You will be sent home soon, gather your things and you will floo to St. Mungo's to meet your families. Things will be okay, jus be strong." Hermione ended her speech with more bravery than she felt but it made the students confident, and she strode out the door.

The hall was very clear by the time she returned, and people were going to St. Mungo's where they would account for all the damage and losses. It would be sadder that the happiness brought on by winning, despite their odd silence, she knew Ron and Ginny thought so too.

Ron could not have been more afraid of fighting Voldemort, but he stuck by Harry's side protected him and Hermione; he knew that was how it should be. Them looking out for each other, however, his first revelation came when he got winded by a spell sent by Voldemort himself, then saved by his younger sister. But he kept strong.

He went to make sure his sister was too, after her amazing save, but in that short time, Harry was hit. He ran over, Harry was their hope, their life was in his hands, but it was their friendship that would pull him through now. "Harry, come on, mate." Ron said.

Harry whispered the spell he had made to defeat Voldemort, then fell unconscious. Unfortunately, he might never get to see that his hard work paid off and Voldemort was gone.

After all the death eaters were gone, he watched Harry get carried away to the hospital. Could this really be the end, was all he could think. He looked at Ginny, what became of the rest of his family, he would have to wait for, "inventory" at St. Mungo's, the word rang with the sound of death. He followed Hermione to the common room for nothing less than comfort, which her inspiring speech gave. Then, they all flooed to St. Mungo's crowded waiting room where many other people awaited similar news.

Ginny stared through the light at her friends, they just stood there ready to face the most evil wizard to ever exist, and here she was watching from the sidelines. It felt wrong and unfair, more so to them. She couldn't believe Harry, who had been so brave and strong through his years of hardship, had to go through this. And Ron, her closest brother, and Hermione her best friend, she didn't know what she would do if they were to not make it. Guiltily, most of her fate rested in Harry.

She only got a glimpse of his malevolent flaming eyes and his pale heartless face, but it was enough to send chills up and down her spine. She watched dazedly, as if in a dream how Harry fought Voldemort, with unyielding courage. Harry may be adamant and contentious but he knew what he had to do here, and it would get done. She really only realized the enormity of the situation when Ron and Hermione began to fight as well. She couldn't have them all at risk.

Ginny nearly passed out when she saw Ron fall to the ground, but she saw he was okay before she had time to think worse. She was also the only of the four to notice Voldemort was lunging toward them and took advantage of the situation, shouting out the strongest protection spell she knew. And it worked, a small bubble filled Ginny's chest, she wasn't so useless after all. She had just saved her best friends.

That bubble burst with the force of a hurricane when she saw Harry knocked down, and this time, he wasn't okay. She had to work hard to stop herself from crying, in fact, she was afraid her lip would start bleeding if she bit it any harder. But trying to contain her tears took all her strength, and everything from then on was a blur. The last thing she could remember before gently closing her eyes was the crowded St. Mungo's waiting room.

Dumbledore felt no need to intervene during the battle, despite the tension in the room; he had full faith in Harry. Harry was stronger than he knew, and he had it in him to save everyone, even though he didn't know it yet. Most other people didn't either, after all Lupin ran right towards him until Dumbledore stopped him.

Dumbledore, surprising to much of the Order, showed no sign of panic the entire time. The only time he actually panicked is when Harry fell, Dumbledore had been too sure of him. He ran and told Hermione St. Mungo's healers were on their way and he ran back, without glancing in any other direction, his mistake. He was hit directly in his heart with a purple beam of light.

Something Hermione, Ron, and Ginny failed to notice, though it unnerved many other students. The Order gathered round him like fleas on a dog and they rushed him to the hospital before anyone could hurt him more.

Lupin felt a firm grip on his arm as he ran toward Harry, he turned to see Dumbledore, with a gleam in his eye that said stay clearer than any words. Lupin saw no point in fighting with enough enemies surrounding them and consented to Dumbledore's will, even though it killed him. He had promised Sirius, Lily, and James that he would protect Harry and here he was watching him fight.

Lupin became light headed and dizzy when he saw Harry fall, he was also amazed how well Hermione took control. However, when Dumbledore went down it was just too much for him, he felt sweaty and all he saw were black dots in front of his eyes. The last thing he heard was someone call, "Remus!"

A/N: So, how did you like it? I know the fight was kind of quick, but that's how I imagined it would be. It seemed to actually flow, I know the last point of views got shorter, but I seemed to run out of things to write, and I didn't want it too repetitive.

Also, to me it seemed Ron would just be lost, and not even thinking, so it got short. Please, Please, Please review! It makes me happy! Thanks to Tia Blue, harry's Aunt, limpiana, ladybug and all my other reviewer's! Thanks sooo much! And Claire, you have helped me so much!

So, a lot of cliff hangers and near-death (so you think experiences) before I give to much away, let me tell you not to worry, but things won't be so happy in the next chapter. But, I promise it will be good! Please keep reading!