Author's Note: Warning, this chapter may be too graphic for some readers. It is a battle scene. This chapter is not essential for you to read, so I warn you once again, this chapter may be too graphic for some readers.
"Awesome jinx, Hermione! That's it, Ginny! Watch it, Ron!" Harry was running around the battlefield, yelling words of encouragement to his friends and words of caution to others. "Behind you, Remus!" He pointed his wand over Remus' shoulder and muttered a curse and the encroaching Death Eater fell unconscious in the midst of saying a devastating spell. "Neville!" Harry whispered in horror as he watched his friend fall after getting hit by a green jet of light. Harry swallowed his sorrow only to see more friends fall. He had to find Voldemort and fast. That was going to be the only way to stop the slaughtering of his friends. "That must be him!" Harry said excitedly as he saw a mass of cloaked Death Eaters congregate in one spot. He started to run over, prepared to take on all of the Death Eaters and Voldemort. If it meant that his friends would stop dying, then it was worth the risk. Then he saw another Death Eater join the group, but this one shoved through all of them and then there was a flash of green. Harry stopped dead in his tracks. Did Voldemort just kill that Death Eater? No, there the Death Eater was, walking calmly away from the throng of Death Eaters that were beginning to disperse. Harry walked carefully over to where they were standing. He didn't need to walk all the way over before he knew what had caused the commotion. There was a figure lying in the ground, clad in blue. Fleur. Bill was going to be heartbroken. Harry turned around slowly, looking at the mess of bodies. Some were fighting, others running, some lie on the ground, writhing in pain, and still others were as still as death. He saw a flash of red hair fall. "No!"
"Yes," a cold voice said from behind Harry. Before Harry could spin around, he felt a line of searing pain burn across his back. A warm, sticky, fluid coursed down his back. Harry turned around to see a hooded Death Eater standing there, a sword in his hand with the shining black blade covered in blood. His blood, Harry knew. The Death Eater made a motion to slice at Harry's chest, but the boy moved out of the way, pulling a dagger out of his robes as he dodged more blows from the man before him. Harry finally felt he was ready to fight. When the Death Eater struck towards Harry's stomach, the boy grabbed the blade, ignoring the sharp pain that went through his right hand. The Death Eater yanked away the sword and Harry screamed in pain as the sword cut more flesh in his hand. Harry dove at the Death Eater, the dagger poised for use. He began to fight the Death Eater, sword versus Harry's small, deadly dagger. The Death Eater's hood fell back and Harry smiled in grim satisfaction; it was Lucius Malfoy. Harry bit back a scream every time he thrashed his arms about; it pulled at the cut in his back each time. It was not long after the beginning of the fight that Harry found his opening. He knocked away the Death Eater's slash and grabbed the handle of the ornamented sword. Harry brought his dagger down slowly on the man's hand that held the sword. Not long after a faint line of red showed across his fingers, the man dropped the sword, backing away from Harry. Harry smiled at his success, but the smile quickly changed to a howl of pain. He felt a line of fire go across the right side of his face. Blood rolled down his cheeks. Harry closed his right eye to stop the burning he felt when the blood got into his eye. However, he soon wished he hadn't. He lost his depth perception. The Death Eater that was now holding a dagger similar to Harry's was either several centimeters away or several meters, Harry couldn't tell. Despite his disability, Harry continued fighting, he was just about to disengage and run for his life, when the Death Eater suddenly stopped moving and fell to the ground. Harry looked up and saw Ginny getting up. There was a Death Eater pointing his wand at her, and Harry assumed that she had just ducked the killing curse and it had hit Lucius directly in the back. Harry thought horrified of what would have happened if Ginny's reflexes hadn't been so quick. Harry began scanning the area for any sign of Voldemort. He had seen the monster during his battle with Mr. Malfoy, but now there was no sign of him. A boy about Harry's age with blonde hair stared with mixed emotions at the dead man at Harry's feet. Harry was confused for a moment while he saw pain, horror, and sorrow cross the boy's silver eyes. Harry blinked his eyes and looked again, surely he must have seen wrong! It had looked like the boy, for the first time, felt compunction. The boy was Draco Malfoy.
"You're daddy's dead!" Harry called to the shocked young man.
"Obviously, Potter!" Malfoy called back with a sneer. Harry turned around, trusting that Draco wouldn't kill him after he watched his father die. Draco walked up to the body of his father, a sneer plastered on his face. Draco reached down and closed the man's eyes. Once he had straightened up, Draco kicked the body as hard as he could.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a woman's voice. "You can die just like your buddy did, at my hands!" Harry spun around, searching desperately for the source of the voice. He was going to have revenge on Bellatrix Lestrange if it killed him. Harry ran blindly through the battle until he came upon a dueling pair. It was Remus and a cloaked Death Eater. There was no doubt who the Death Eater was, though. The taunting voice would probably haunt Harry for the rest of his days.
"Bellatrix!" Harry called boldly. The woman turned.
"Oh! Are you here to defend your werewolf friend?" she asked.
"No, actually, I'm here to kill you. Like I should have done three years ago!" Harry's anger overflowed and shouted with three years of anger and resentment into the sunset, "AVADA KADAVRA!" The woman ducked and the curse hit a young boy in the back. Harry reeled in nausea. The setting sun glinted off of the camera as the boy fell to the ground. There was a flash as the camera took one last picture of the battle scene. Harry stood stone still, staring at what he had just done. His wand was still raised, his mouth still open. Bellatrix laughed and ran away. Harry had not thought of what curse he was going to send at her, the words just jumped into his mouth and he released them. Remus walked over to the shocked boy and gently lowered the young man's hand that was tightly clenching an eleven-inch piece of holly wood. Harry's eyes stared unblinking at the immobile boy who had idolized Harry years ago. Remus turned away from his young friend, his eyes filling with tears. He slumped his shoulders and walked back into the middle of the battle, seeking out the woman who should have died seconds ago, his eyes smoldering with pain and anger. Harry was alone, still staring, his numb mind not comprehending what he had just done.
"Well done, Harry Potter." Harry wheeled at the cold voice, snapping out of his reverie. There, standing calmly was a man with paper-white skin and red eyes.
"Good to see you again, Tom," Harry said, seething.
"I'm afraid this is the last time we will meet," the monster said quietly. Harry screamed in agony as his scar split his head in two. Harry's ears rang with the hiss of Voldemort's evil voice.
Once Harry had managed to push past the pain, he spoke to the Dark Lord calmly, "I'm afraid so. Not that it hasn't been fun fighting you each year, but frankly, I'm getting tired of it, and it's time I get rid of you once and for all. May you die well." The eighteen-year-old boy's face was set. He had been mentally preparing for this day for the past few years, but he was still scared.
"Don't act so tough! I know you're scared!" the shrill voice seemed to scream in Harry's ears, though its actual level was no more than a mere whisper. "You're going to die, just like your father, trying to win a fight in which you cannot win."
"You only wish I was scared!" Harry called out. His voice sounded braver than he felt. The two were circling each other, each trying to distract the other while he sent in a devastating curse.
"Quit playing around and fight me like a man!" Voldemort called out. Harry screamed again as his scar burned his forehead twice as hard. "Now, bow to your opponent. I'm sure we've been over this before." Harry stared, his eyes frozen in an anger that he had never felt before. Voldemort made a motion with his hand, trying to push Harry into a bow as he had done four years ago. However, he was surprised when met a resistance that he couldn't break.
"That won't work this time, Tom," Harry said, completely unfazed by the incredible pressure on his spine.
"Never call me that wretched Muggle name again!" Voldemort's eyes narrowed even further as his red eyes blazed like the blood red sky of the setting sun. Harry gasped as his scar gave a particularly bad throb of pain when Voldemort growled furiously at Harry's growth in resistance. The white-skinned monster then raised his wand slowly. "AVADA KADAVRA!" Voldemort screamed pointing his wand at Harry's chest, who was clutching at his scar. Harry automatically dove to the ground. A thump behind him told Harry that someone had just died in his place. Numbly, he wished it was a Death Eater, but at the moment, he couldn't turn to look. He felt stones tear at his face as Harry slid through the stream bank. The water chilled Harry to the bone. He reached up to wipe the water from his eyes, but soon stopped as he felt blood trickling down the mangled mess that was his left hand. Harry wiped the stones out of the cuts on his face with the sleeve of his robe. His face stung like it never had before. He opened his eyes and they burned with the salt of the river and the blood that dripped in his eyes. Harry pushed back his hair with his bloody hand and stood up. Before he could climb out of the stream, Harry heard Voldemort whisper venomously, "Expelliarmus." Harry saw his wand fly out of his hand and into a pale hand. The hand, though, did not belong to Voldemort. It belonged to Draco Malfoy. Harry sent a few curses at Voldemort using all of his strength, he could only do so much damage with wandless magic, but he had to try what he could do. Voldemort easily deflected each of the supposed spells. Draco made a wave with his own wand as he threw Harry his. Voldemort screamed in pain and rage as he spun around, trying to find the person who had cursed him. Harry automatically reached out a hand and caught the wand, but he was stunned. For the second time that night, his mind was frozen. What had just happened? Voldemort had seen Harry catch the wand, and given the fact that Harry was staring, gaping, at Malfoy, that must be who had thrown it to him.
"You will pay for this, boy!" Voldemort yelled, his eyes blazing, his voice stinging the ears of Harry and Malfoy. "CRUCIO!" Harry watched as the scene before him unfolded. What was going on? Malfoy dove to the ground, narrowly dodging the unforgivable curse. Voldemort's blistering eyes looked at Harry. Harry shook himself out of his stupor and stared into the inferno he found in Voldemort's eyes. "Harry Potter, you will pay for every misdemeanor that you caused since you were born. You will feel the pain I felt when I was torn from my body! CRUCIO!" Harry gasped as something slammed into him. He heard a scream not far from his left ear. He looked up; there was Malfoy. He had apparently pushed Harry out of the way, saving Harry the pain. Harry stood up, his anger now causing himself pain. Harry looked down at the boy that for so long had been his enemy; he was curled into the fetal position, whimpering in pain. Harry was tired of this. He was tired of people dying, of people getting hurt. It was time Voldemort died properly. No more games, no more wasting time. Voldemort was going to die, and he was going to die now.
"Someone take Tom out of the oven, he's done," Harry said coolly. His eyes blazed calmly. It was no longer an uncontrolled fire, but one that should be feared. Harry fought harder than he had ever fought before. Even if it killed him, he was ending this war here and now. Harry yelled "crucio" over and over again, always hitting his mark. He wanted Voldemort to suffer the pain he had caused so many others before finally dying. Harry efficiently dodged again and again as Voldemort tried to kill this new Harry Potter. Voldemort backed up as Harry pressed on towards him. Voldemort looked into Harry's eyes, and suddenly he knew; he was going to die now. His horcruxes weren't going to save him this time; they were gone. The Dark Lord, for the first time in decades, wanted to run. His eyes dimmed until they glowed only faintly. Harry paused briefly in his curse-fest as he looked into Voldemort's eyes. They were no longer the eyes of the Dark Lord, but the eyes of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Not the one that had talked about horcruxes, but the one who had been shoved into a strange school where magic became his world. There was fear in the man's eyes. Harry's voice was now hoarse from shouting the unforgivable curse, crucio, over and over again. He paused in his advancement and stared callously at the greatest enemy of the wizarding world. "Do you now know what you've done to the world?" Harry asked coldly, narrowing his piercing green eyes while his left hand searched in his robes for something. Voldemort screamed as Harry drove the dagger he had pulled out of his robes into the Dark Lord's heart. Blood trickled onto his black robe. Voldemort touched his white, skeleton fingers to the wound and stared in shock as they came away red. Harry stared mercilessly on as Voldemort suffered the ultimate pain, death, something he had never dreamed he, as the Dark Lord, would go through. Harry waited there, watching as Voldemort breathed his last. There was a flash of light. Harry watched as the light blew over the battleground. Everyone fell unconscious as the light encompassed each person. Harry bent down and took his wand's brother from the long, white fingers. Harry then walked around to each Death Eater, dead or alive, and bound them both magically and with ropes. Once he had completed that task, he bound Voldemort and stuck his dagger in the monster's throat. Harry turned around silently and walked across the stream and into the woods.
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