The sacrifice

A/N Wow it's been a long time, I've finally got some inspiration for this and now plan to write a sequel and perhaps prequel! (I am on study leave he he lots of free time) I do realise there are spelling mistakes, I will correct them later.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I have attempted to sell my soul for them… but the devil does not enjoy my company…

A burst of flames in a dim room, Harry Potter stepped out dragging the body of Voldemort behind him, still bound and weakening.

"The curse is slowly draining your life, I will ask you once more, make the vow with me"

The ropes moved back from Voldemort's mouth.

"How do you know I won't break it, then we die anyway" he rasped

"Your fear of death is much greater then mine"

Harry turned from Voldemort as he began to twist and scream trying to escape. The last time Harry was in this room he had lost another person as close to him as a parent. Would he see him again? And his parents? Would they be proud?

He faced the large stone veil, after tonight it would be over. There would be nothing left of either of them, not even bodies to bury. Harry was not religious but in the silence he said a prayer for those he loved. He turned to Voldemort, lifted his wand roughly throwing the thin body upright so they were face to face.

"This is it then, Harry. This is the moment you become a murderer"

"Killing a monster like you is justice, not murder"

"Ah, are you ready to leave everyone behind then Harry, Your mud blood friends, the Weasleys… and poor little Ginny-"

"That's enough" Harry grabbed him roughly an the ropes fell away. Voldemort stood unsteadily, unarmed and unaware of the veil only inches behind him.

Breathing deeply Harry stood tall, in his final moments memories flashed through his mind, meeting Hagrid for the first time, meeting Ron and the Weasleys, Christmas at Hogwarts… so many. Voldemort's hands flew up and his thin fingers coiled themselves around Harry's throat. Harry grabbed the thin pale arms and pushed back, hard and fast, they were both unbalanced and toppling backwards. In the seconds Voldemort's fate dawned on him Harry saw for the first time, real fear in his eyes. And together they plummeted through the veil.

The curtain rippled slightly, as though blown by a gentle breeze.

A/N THIS IS NOT THE END! DUN DUN DUN