And here's Chapter 5!

Harry's room was lit by a multitude of candles, the flames jumping and fighting against the shadows of the room. Harry sat in the centre of the room, a cauldron in front of him and varying vials of liquids and bowls of powders surrounding him. He meticulously added ingredients into the cauldron in front of him all the while stirring the increasingly steaming and bubbling pot. Harry starred death straight in front of himself to the far wall where a figure appeared strung up in the shadows. Harry paused thinking of that he had done. He lowered his head and stopped stirring for a moment. He wasn't sure if even this would make up for half of what he had done.

Harry found himself back in that awful day. In his fight against Voldemort. Harry had found himself being drawn closer and closer to the darkness within himself. Voldemort had taken away everyone dearest to Harry and to save himself from any greater losses he had distanced himself from his friends. The closer he came to facing Voldermort the further away he pushed Ron, Hermione and Ginny. He just couldn't bear to lose them too at the hands of Voldemort. Better it be him that pushed them away than Voldemort who took them away from him. Harry had made Hermione promise to keep Ron and Ginny away from his search for the horcruxs and his fight with Voldemort. For the most part she was successful but Ron was a determined man and Harry found himself in several close calls, hiding away from his best friens just out of sight.

Harry's anger grew steadily and he began to pursue methods of ridding himself of Voldemort and his Death Eaters for good. Harry began to embrace the power that was within him, he began to embrace the darkness Voldemort had left in him. Harry lost himself in the study of dark magics, he became a grim image of his former self, consumed with his desire for revenge. Than Neville was killed. There seemed to be no reasoning for this murder other than the violent urges of the Death Eaters. Neville's death was the last straw for Harry. He stood in the shadows a distance away as Neville's body was lowered into the ground. His friends were all there, huddled together in joint comforting but there was no comfort for Harry. He was all alone now, he had pushed everyone away and could only watch with rage as another friend was laid to rest. No more. Harry would not allow these Death Eaters to take anyone else away from him. So far he had successfully sought out the horcruxs without confrontation. He had taken great care to avoid any altercations with the Death Eaters, he had been trying to operate under the radar but now, now Harry declared war on the Death Eaters. He began to actively seek down Voldemort and the few remaining horcruxs, fighting and destroying any Death Eaters he encountered along the way.

It all took a terrible turn the day Harry had found Malfoy. After the death of Dumbledore, Snape had taken Malfoy into hiding. Malfoy was a wreck he was caught between two sides. He wanted to please his father but killing Dumbledore had proved too hard for him. He was not the evil man his father wanted him to be. He could talk the talk but when it came to action he did not want to actually kill anyone. He was unable to come home to his parents, to them he was a failure, a weakling and he could never go back to Hogwarts, not after all that had happened the night Dumbledore died. When Harry found him he was huddled up in a small dark house. His eyes were red and tired and he trembled with fear as he looked up to see Harry standing menacingly above him. Harry had had no compassion for Malfoy that day. He tortured him for information he did not have and revelled in it. Things only escalated when Snape showed up. Despite the effort of Snape, he was unable to stop Harry from killing Malfoy. However when Harry became exhausted from using his dark magics on Malfoy, Snape used the opportunity to restrain Him. Snape explained to Harry everything that had happened, what Dumbledore's plan had been, how Dumbledore had insisted on saving one of his students rather than himself. Snape explained that now Voldemort trusted him more than ever and he would be able to help in his defeat. He released Harry from his restraints but Harry was too filled with anger to listen to what he had been told. He sent Snape flying across the room with the flick of his wand. All that Harry was concerned about was the whereabouts of Voldemort and when he had extracted that information from Snape he quickly disappeared leaving Snape battered and bruised. Snape had never suspected that Harry could become so powerful so quick or that he would embrace so willingly the darkness within. He knew whom he needed to turn to help reign Harry in.

Ron, Hermione and Ginny were in complete shock when Snape found them and revealed all that had happened. They could not believe that Harry had killed Malfoy , not Harry. He wasn't like that. Snape explained how blinded by anger Harry had been, how consumed with revenge and how he knew the only people who could bring Harry to his sense now that Dumbledore was gone were the three standing in front of him now. Snape told the group where Voldemort was and the three friends set off to track Harry. They found him preparing himself outside the hiding place of Voldemort. Voldemort was held up in a cave next to an old graveyard. The gravestones reflected eerily in the moonlight. A blue and black silhouette show, the only noise being the rustling of the wind against the old trees with their creeping branches that lined the graveyard. Harry stood in shock at the arrival of the friends he had kept away from for so long now. They tried to confront him, to talk him down from his rage but there was no dissuading him. Harry was determined to end it once and for all tonight and nothing his friends could say would change his mind. This was where Voldemort was hiding and he had to confront him tonight, He had to end it tonight. The best that the others were able to do was to convince Harry to let them come with him. Harry didn't want them to come but he didn't have time to argue. He needed to end it now.

The group arrived at the cave entrance and slowly creeped forward through cobwebs to a greater opening deep in the cave. The entrance to the cave had been very small and each had barely fit in but it wasn't long before the cave opened up into a large space with small candles flickering in certain areas to light the way. They soon came to the central area of the cave and saw their target. Hiding behind some rocks they watched as Wormtale and Voldemort moved around the middle of the cave in great debate. Harry hoped it was his actions against the Death Eaters that had Voldemort so riled up. Harry turned to look at the others pushed up against the dark damp rocks of the caves and knew that he couldn't let them be hurt. He swung his wand at them freezing them in place and stood up to take on Voldemort one last time.

"Sorry" Harry whispered to his frozen friends. "I have to do this alone"

Harry stepped out from behind his hiding places leaving his friends to simply watch him unable to help.

Harry swiftly moved towards the Wormtale and Voldemort.

"Expeliermus" He yelled sending Wormtale flying across the cave, crashing into a pile of rocks. The loud crack that accompanied his fall let Harry know that he would no longer be a problem this night. Voldemort on the other hand would be a much more difficult threat to deal with. Harry and Voldemort began to spit different spells at each other. Some of the spells hitting their targets but most being blocked on either side.

"Harry, Harry, Harry" Voldemort hissed "Thorn in my side. Do you really think you can stop me you pathetic little boy. Your parents couldn't stop me," Voldemort wuickly shot a spell at Harry "Your precious Dumbledore couldn't stop me," and another spell "What makes you think, you could possibly stand a chance here tonight? I will tear your body apart limb by limb and make soup from your bones Harry Potter" Voldemort spat. "I will enjoy watching you die tonight"

Harry didn't speak, he didn't respond to Voldemort, he just kept waving his wand and sending spell after spell towards Voldemort.

"Is that the best you can do?" Voldemort blocked all of Harry's onslaughts and send back his own hexes. Harry was unable to block this attack and found himself crashing against the wall behind him. Blood poored down his nose and his body ached, He tried to raise himself from the ground but found it a great struggle to get his limbs to co-operate. He could see Voldemort approaching him, slithering his way towards Harry, a dark glimmer in eyes. Voldemort was getting nearer when Harry heard a voice he recognised coming from behind Voldemort. It was Ron. Ron must have escaped the full affect of Harry's spell and had been able to free himself. He moved towards Voldemort screaming at him to back away from Harry. Voldemort turned and laughed at the sight of the red haired boy squaring up to him. Ron tried to cast a spell but it was useless against Voldemort.

Voldemort turned his focus on Ron and began to berate him with spells. Voldemort approached Ron breaking down his defences and eventually grabbing the boy by the throat. He began to squeeze the life out of Ron who's eyes bulged as Voldemort brought his wicked grin right up against Ron's face.. Harry watched this, bringing himself to his feet. He could stop this, he could quickly cast a spell and free Ron but he found himself merely watching his friend being choked to death. Ron was proving to be the distraction that Harry needed to regain his strength and recompose himself. He watched as Voldemort squeezed the life out of his best friend, knowing that he could have stopped it at any moment but choosing instead to use the opportunity to get close to Voldemort for one final strike.

Voldemort dropped the lifeless body of Ron from his hands and turned to finish off Harry. He was surprised to find Harry standing so close to him but before he could react; Harry quickly raised his wand, his eyes burning with hatred.

"Avada Kadavara" Harry screamed, putting every inch of himself into the spell. Voldemort only had time to drop his jaw in shock before he fell to the ground dead. Voldemort had tried this spell on a young Harry and failed, Harry proved a lot more effective with the spell, however, when he, in turn, used it on Voldemort.

It was really over. Voldemort was dead. Harry dropped to his knees and cupped Ron's head in is hands while he wept into his dead friends hair. Harry did not dare look up to the hiding place of his other two friends, Ron's sister and Ron's love. All this time they had been able to watch but do nothing while someone dear to them was brutally murdered. Harry could not face them now. How could they ever forgive him for letting Ron die? Harry recomposed himself and disappeared from out of the cave. Harry had only one thing on his mind now; making sure that Voldemort's followers never had the chance to revive him again. Harry declared himself above the law. He was judge, jury and executioner and he spent the next few years hunting down and reaping justice on all those he considered to be followers of Voldemort. Hermione and Ginny had spent most of the time trying to find him but had only been able to do it for the first time today.

The thought of his encounter with Hermione and Ginny that morning brought Harry back from his thoughts to the candle-lit room he was in and the figure on the far wall. There amidst the shadows, strung up against the wall was the dead body of Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley. Ron's body hung limp and decayed, bone protruding from under the remnants of skin and eyes that were cold dark pools of lifelessness.