Part Eleven

The Death Eaters all lined up one side of the small duelling strip, marked out by and bizarre purple mist. The Weasley's, Neville, and Luna all lined up on the other side. They were all free from their ropes and chains, but Harry had a feeling there was a lot more to the mist than meets the eye. Still, there was no sign of Hermione. Harry could only hope that she had managed to escape while the rest of them had been captured, but her chances were looking thinner every second. Then, Harry found himself wondering about the members of the Order. Where are Lupin, Moody, Tonks, Bill and all the other people who should be here, helping Harry defeat the most evil wizard ever to walk the earth? He had no chance without his friends. Harry was brought back to his senses when he saw Voldemort appear at the far end of the duelling court. He was standing, bolder and stronger than ever, in his long black cloak, his eyes gleaming in the dull twilight sun. Harry tried frantically to remember all the spells he had learned over the past six years at Hogwarts, hexes, curses, jinxes all flew at the speed of light through his mind, not one of them being powerful enough to kill his deadly enemy until one, final spell came to mind. "That's it," Harry whispered under his breath. And he was ready. Voldemort stepped forwards and beckoned for Harry to take a step to. He did so, not wanting to start anything too soon. They both bowed slowly. Harry never took his eyes off Voldemort. He never was the one to play by the rules, as time has told only too well.

"And now," he bellowed across the large empty field. "We d-" but before he could finish, Harry had disarmed him with a wordless Expelliarmus spell. Voldemort turned on his heal and dived for his wand, only to be hit by another one of Harry's spells, this time knocking his wand further away. Harry had finally gotten the upper hand on Voldemort. And now was his chance. Harry raised his wand and yelled "Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort flew up into the air and rebounded off the purple mist. He landed mere meters away from where Harry was standing. Harry backed away but tripped over something. He quickly climbed to his feet and peered down at the lifeless body of his sworn enemy; but it was too easy. It Voldemort was dead, then how come none of the Death Eaters were crying and screaming or anything? They were doing quite the opposite actually. Most of them were laughing. Then suddenly, when Harry turned around, he saw why.

"Crucio!" cried Voldemort, and Harry fell to the ground, unbearable pain taking over his body. He was shacking uncontrollably. Kill me now, just kill me now! he thought over and over again. Then finally, he was released from the pain. At first, he thought he was dead, but then he saw Voldemort's evil face loom out of the darkness. "Get up Potter," he said, glaring down at his ultimate enemy. Harry climbed to his feet and stumbled backwards, trying to get as far away as possible from such an evil man, if you could call him as such. Voldemort laughed wickedly at the fear in Harry's emerald greeneyes. "It's over Harry," he called, half laughing. "You know I have won. There is no one to defend you now, boy. Not even your little friends can help you." Harry looked around, and surely enough, everyone who was on his side appeared to be tied up once more. That is when Harry remembered something.

"The cloak," he whispered under his breath.

"What was that boy?" asked Voldemort, aggressively.

"Nothing," Harry replied, sounding much bolder than he felt.

"Well then you won't mind finishing this duel now, will you?"

"No. I won't." And so they marched in their opposite directions. Harry turned first and pointed his wand at Voldemort, A long streak of lightning appeared out of the end of it and when zooming through the air at Voldemort. It knocked him into the air, his wand landing in the middle of battle strip. Harry saw it float up into mid air and knew his hunch had been correct. Moments later, Hermione appeared holding the wand. She dropped the invisibility cloak on the ground and pointed her wand at Voldemort. Now both Harry and Hermione were against him; together. Harry nodded at Hermione and as though it was a secret code, they both raised their wands and cried "Crucio!"

Voldemort rose into the air, wriggling and jolting in different direction, screaming in pain. His eyes tightly shut and his arms and legs jutted out it strange directions. After several horror filled minutes, Voldemort finally became still. He floated motionlessly to the ground and his head lolled backwards. Harry edged forwards and slowly lowered his fore and middle finger onto Voldemort's neck. There was no pulse. Harry heaved a great sigh of relief and hugged Hermione tightly. She sobbed onto his shoulder and the purple mist around the battlefield evaporated. Voldemort was dead - gone forever. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Neville, Luna and the newly conscious Ginny ran towards Harry. They all became one, large, half cheering, half-crying group hugging one another. Mrs Weasley cried and sobbed whilst hugging each of her children in turn until she finally reached Harry,

"Harry Potter, you are one amazing boy. To me, you are the eighth son I never had!" and she burst into tears, pulling Harry into a tight, loving hug. While everyone was celebrating, Ron took Hermione to the side.

"So much has happened recently…" he started.

"…and now it's all over…" Hermione joined

"…I just want you to know…" said Ron.

"…I love you," they said simultaneously. Hermione blushed and Ron's ears turned bright red, but despite his embarrassment, he placed his hand behind Hermione's head, pulled her forwards and kissed her. It was the most amazing thing that Ron had ever done. He had never felt a greater connection to anyone, and now he was finally with the girl of his dreams.

Ginny took Harry by the hands and kissed him lightly on the lips. "My hero," she whispered. Harry lifted her up into his arms and kissed her passionately, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"It's over…" he whispered, "It's truly over."

"I know now that Voldemort's main power source is gone, but what about the Death Eaters and the Horcruxes?"

"Let's save that for another day," Harry grinned, and so they all walked back to the burrow. Neville had his arm around Luna. Percy in the middle of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, he was constantly apologizing for everything, and constantly being forgiven, Hermione and Ron walked hand in hand, and Fred and George apparated in front.

And so the wrath of Voldemort was over.

The End