Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry potter series, if I did, things would be different.
Summary: the last battle.
The light went out.
The sounds stopped.
One man fell to his knees.
The smell of blood was in the air.
The man's arms dropped.
His head hung.
This one man was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Bloody-Die, and the Boy-Who-Had-To-Watch-Everyone-He-Ever-Cared-About-Die.
This was it. It was over, the blood soaked the ground for hundreds of feet. Here, on top of a god-forsaken hill, Harry Potter was on his knees. Only a few feet away was Voldemort's corpse, unscathed except for a small hole, right between his eyes. As Harry looked at those lifeless eyes and that little hole, he remembered how they had come to be…
The battle had been going badly to tell the truth, so far Remus Lupin, Tonks, and Mad-Eye Moody, were dead. Their empty eyes staring at a dark sky. But then again, so was everybody else, all the death eaters, all of Harry's friends, and all of the animals. Now, only two were left, the last two survivors. They fought on top of hill, behind them was a blood red sky. Blood was soaked everywhere.
Harry was fighting Voldemort with all he had, spells flew back and forth like bullets. Harry was, to put it simply almost dead, he had almost no energy, several wounds that were bleeding badly. Nonetheless we was fighting. Voldemort wouldn't have it. He sent a simple cutting curse at Harry's leg, making it useless. Harry fell to his knees. He kept firing off spells, fighting for all he was worth. Voldemort then cast a bludgeoning curse at Harry head, Harry did the one thing he could, he cast a bludgeoning curse back, the resulting explosion shattered Harry's wand. Harry could fight no more.
"So, Harry, any last words?" Voldemort asked with sick pleasure.
Harry looked up at this abomination, this demon, this hell spawn. He glared at Voldemort with so much hate that Voldemort actually looked startled.
Then something happened, something Voldemort never saw coming, not a million years. Harry whipped out a revolver, pulled off three shots in quick succession, breaking both of Voldemorts kneecaps and his wand. Having been so surprised Voldemort didn't have time to cast a shield, Voldemort fell to his knees, surprise on his face. Harry slowly stood up, he leg bleeding. Harry clicked the hammer back, methodically raised it to Voldemort's head, right between the eyes.
Harry looked down the barrel at Voldemort, the tables turned. Voldemort looked on with horror, this was it. The true end.
The hate in Harry's eyed paralyzed Voldemort, he didn't move, didn't speak, and didn't even blink.
"End game." Harry replied.
Harry pulled the trigger, the gun recoiled, and Harry saw in slow motion as the bullet went straight through Voldemorts head. The menace fell, finally dead. Harry's legs refused to support him anymore. He fell.
Here he kneeled, the last living thing for miles. Painted against the reddest sky the world ever had the honor of seeing. It was truly over. Harry pulled back the hammer as a matter of habit. He looked at the guns in his hands. Bloodstained silver. He raised it to his head, pushed it firmly against the side of his head, and whispered "goodbye", just before he pulled the trigger, Harry could have sworn he heard the wind whisper back, "goodbye". Harry pulled the trigger, and saw the last sight he would ever see, a blood red sky, a blood red hill, and and two dead, lifless, blood red eyes. the shot fired, Harry's body fell sideways, and the gun fell from his hand.
His body fell.
The lights in his eyes went out,
His heart stopped beating,
His lungs stopped hungering for air,
Here he lies,
Harry potter, Savior Of The Wizarding World.
Yeah, I felt that needed to be written. Review if you feels like it.