A/N: Well this is the last chapter…I know that those of you who are dedicated reader's will be disappointed with the way it is ended but don't forget there is a sequel…keep you eyes out for it because I'll be posting it soon.

DISCLAIMER: I only own the plot.

Chapter 18: The Great Battle.

The Ministry car arrived out the front of 14 Grimmald place. The driver quickly got out of the car and opened the door for Hermione who took hold of the hand he was offering and helped heave herself out of the car. She felt a stab of pain in her stomach and ignored it. She knew that it was only another Branxton Hicks contraction and if she showed any signs of pain, Mrs Weasley would start worrying and due to the fact that she already had her 4 eldest sons and her husband off fighting in a battle that would be the biggest battle ever fought, Hermione thought it best to keep her pain to herself. The ministry worker drove away and Molly carried her son up to where the now visible, Order of the Phoenix, was and walked inside. She took Ron to a room of to the right and laid him down on a bed. Hermione closed the door behind her as she walked in. She started carrying her bag up to the room she had slept in when she had stayed here previously when Mrs Weasley came hurrying over to her.

"Hermione dear let me take that. Go and sit down in the lounge and I'll fix you something to eat." Molly smiled at her.

Hermione knew there was no point arguing and let go of her bag and went off to the lounge. She sat back on the lounge just as she was hit with another sharp pain. This one was worse than any of the Branxton Hicks she had felt and she started to get worried. She was still determined not to say anything to Molly.

Far away in the town of Little Hangleton, Draco, Harry and the rest of the Order had started off towards the mansion. High up in the mansion, one of the Death Eaters spotted the Order members walking towards them. The Death Eater, Bellatrix Lestrange ran down the stairs and knocked on her masters door.

"What is it Bellatrix?" Voldemort hissed.

"Sir there is a large group of wizards and witches heading towards the mansion…My Lord Albus Dumbledore is with them." She panted.

"Dumbledore! Assemble everyone we are about to go to war." Lord Voldemort stood up and headed out the door. He went into the drawing room where about 60 Death Eaters had popped up out of nowhere.

"We are about to go into a war with none other than Albus Dumbledore himself. Prepare yourselves NOW!" He hissed at them. They all raised their wands and started of towards the door.

Once outside the war began. Curses were flying everywhere and the members of the Order were gaining the upper hand. They did exactly as Dumbledore had requested and made sure that Harry was kept safe. Harry was running through the fighting people and throwing curses at anyone who was wearing a black cloak. He was using the killing curse without any remorse. Draco was fighting someone with a look of total disgust on his face. Harry heard him yell.

"It is time for your payback father." He screamed before a jet of bright green light exploded from his wand and hit the Death Eater squarely in the chest. Lucius Malfoy fell down. Draco looked at the crumbled body that was his fathers and spat on it, then moved on to fight more Death Eaters that had come his way. Harry kept moving, dodging curses and Death Eaters coming from every direction. Then he saw him. Lord Voldemort. He was battling with Dumbledore. Harry ran over to them.

"I think it is time you and I resolved our differences don't you?" Harry said calmly. Both wizards stopped duelling and Voldemort rounded on Harry.

"Harry Potter. We meet again." Voldemort hissed, "Are you ready to join your dear mother and father? They died to save you but now I will kill you anyway."

Harry laughed at this and before Voldemort had a chance to defend himself, Harry yelled,

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" the curse hit Voldemort in the chest. He stumbled a little before falling to his death.

Meanwhile back at number 12 Grimmald Place, Hermione Granger was sitting in the lounge clutching her stomach. She cried out in pain and Molly Weasley came rushing in. She ran over to Hermione and almost slipped on the water that had appeared on the wooden floor.

"Molly…help me." Hermione panted through an extremely painful contraction.

"It's ok Hermione. It is time for you to meet your baby." Molly said calmly. She helped Hermione breath and told her to stay calm while she went and collected some towels and a container of water. Hermione laid back on the lounge and took a few deep breaths. Before Molly returned, Hermione had another two contractions. Then all of a sudden she had the urge to push.

"MOLLY" she cried out. Molly came running back into the room, spilling some water as she ran. She checked Hermione and smiled reassuringly.

"Hermione dear I need you to push. Come on now you can do it."

Hermione used all the energy she could and pushed.

"That's a girl. When your ready push again. Breath Hermione, in and out, that's the way, oh my I can see the head, come on Hermione nearly there. One more push, that's it"

Hermione pushed once more and then the room was filled with the sounds of a newborn baby's cries. Hermione fell back on the lounge as Molly wrapped the little baby in a blanket. She took the baby over to Hermione.

"It's a boy Hermione dear." She placed the baby on Hermione's stomach and watched as Hermione made the first attempts at bonding with her son.

Just at that moment, Draco Malfoy fell to the ground unconscious.

A/N: Very short I know…oh well at least you know the basic outline of what happened…won't be too long before I post the first chapter for the sequel. Thanks for reading!