Harry ran along winding corridors, climbed down steep staircases and ran along deserted halls until finally he reached the Entrance Hall. Closely followed by Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Luna and Neville, Harry stopped next to the large, oaken doors and turned to face his friends. He looked at each of them in turn. Their scared - yet determined - faces shone back at him.
"Although I really, really don't want you guys to come with me -" Harry began with particular emphasis on the word 'really'. "- I guess I'm going to have to let you, as I can't see any of you guys waiting around for me. You all know what is about to happen. You all know what has finally begun. Voldemort has come up with this big plan and… he's… ready for me! Although I do not wish for any of you to join me, I must say how happy and proud I am of you all. You did prove yourselves in the ministry, and then again last year when the death eaters invaded the school. You are my soldiers, my army, my comrades, and my friends. I will never forget any of you. No matter what happens, I want you all to know that the future of the Wizarding world is counting on us, and unless we defeat this evil maniac, there is no future for us. But there are some things we do have. We have the knowledge," he said, nodding at Hermione, who blushed. "The courage," he said nodding at Neville, who looked down and played with his sleeve. "The ideas," he said nodding at Luna, who beamed back at him. "The spirit," he said nodding at Ginny, who gave a determined nod back, "and the faith," he said nodding at Ron, who held his breath. "...for us to win this war. Now who's with me?" Luna, Neville, Ginny, Hermione and Ron all cheered.
Harry turned to face the vast doors leading to the grounds once more and tugged at the large golden handle. The doors swung open and they left. Not a doubt entered Harry's mind as they marched across the grounds and over to the large gates, leading to freedom, and the battle of a lifetime. As the group reached the exit, they each took each other's hands; Ginny Harry's, Hermione Ron's, Luna Neville's. One final thought raced through Harry's mind. I hope you are ready Voldemort, because here we come. There was a loud pop, and they were gone.