"What happened?" Lily asked somewhat hesitantly. She was afraid to know what happened, after listening to the horrible events Harry had gone through in the past years.
"Well, first there was one on Halloween night. Not many got hurt or anything, just some Death Eaters having some 'fun'." Hermione answered.
"When was the Final Battle?" Sirius asked.
Harry spoke. "June 1st. Just one week before the summer holidays. Everything was great…"
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FLASHBACK
Everyone was eating dinner in the Great Hall, famished from a day of classes and homework. Three students weren't hungry at all. Ron, Harry, and Hermione just pushed their forks around, not eating anything. The three of them had identical bad feelings in the pit of their stomachs.
Harry looked up at Dumbledore who was silent and staring around at all the students in the Great Hall, finally setting his gaze to the doors of the Great Hall. Suddenly, there was a loud bang from outside on the grounds.
Immediately, Dumbledore stood up and said loudly and clearly, "Fourth years and up, remain here in the Great Hall. Third years and down, go up to your common rooms. Immediately. Fourth years and up, any student who wishes to defend the castle, come with me, for those who don't, go with the others to your common rooms. Now." The Headmaster sounded like he had anticipated this.
The fourth years and below streamed out of the Great Hall and towards their common rooms. Every fourth year and above didn't move from their seats, except a few Slytherins.
Dumbledore spoke to them, "Death Eaters are outside this castle. We will fight against them and their allies."
Everyone was silent and pale with fright. Dumbledore took out an envelope and Fawkes appeared. He murmured something to the Phoenix, attached the envelope to Fawkes' sharp talons and Fawkes disappeared out the window.
Dumbledore led them all to the front doors. He swept his eyes over all of them. His eyes were void of any twinkle whatsoever.
Harry was feeling scared, angry, nervous, and determined at the same time. He knew this would the end, and so did Ron and Hermione. Harry had never killed anyone before, but he knew he would have to. Dumbledore glanced at Harry, then opened the doors. Many gasped at the horrid sight.
There were hundreds of Death Eaters, a dozen trolls, more than 100 Dementors, a handful of Giants, and many snakes… large snakes. And there was Voldemort.
Harry gripped onto his wand tightly. He knew he had to do this. For Sirius- for the Wizarding World. He didn't know who sent the first curse, but hexes and curses were streaming back and forth.
"Why, Potter, we meet again."
Harry whipped around. He glared at the person. "Wormtail," spat with revulsion and hatred.
"You know how death feels like, Potter?" Pettigrew said deadly softly.
"I'll kill you. I swear I'll—" Harry growled menacingly, but a hand was laid firmly on his shoulder. He glanced quickly. "Remus."
"Hello, Peter. Filthy, good for nothing, rat." Remus spat.
"Remus, my friend, you're—"
"I'm not your friend. I don't want anything to do with you. Harry- may I?" Remus asked.
Harry wanted to curse the living daylights out of Pettigrew, but relented. "Of course, Moony," Harry said with a grim smile.
Harry left Remus to duel Wormtail, and felt a cold, haunting sensation. Dementors, about 3 of them, were gliding towards him.
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry shouted.
A silvery stag burst out of his wand tip, galloping towards the horrid creatures, jutting out its antlers. It knocked the Dementors away, then dissolved into thin air as it galloped around.
Harry shivered slightly and sped towards Macnair, where Ron was battling him and Dolohov at the same time. He dodged stray curses as he ran to Ron.
"Stupefy!" Harry shouted at Macnair. The spell whizzed by Macnair's ear, and he growled menacingly. He turned to Harry, and hissed, "Crucio!"
Harry dodged it in time, but just. He narrowed his eyes. Dumbledore had given the students the right to use an Unforgivable, but in moderation. Harry didn't want to, but he knew he would have to, or the Battle would be going on all night and day.
Harry built up his anger quickly and easily, and bellowed, "Crucio!" A thick beam of red shot towards Macnair, and he was to surprised that Harry would use an Unforgivable to dodge it. Macnair let out a piercing scream, though it could not be heard over the noise of the Battle.
Macnair slowly got up, breathing heavily.
"Well, you've seemed to have learned that quickly, Potter," He spat nastily.
Harry just glared at him.
"AVAD-" Macnair started.
But Harry was much quicker. He despised himself; sinking as low as a Death Eater. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" a large blast of green light shot at Macnair, and he slumped down on the ground, lifeless.
Ron was staring at him, mouth agape, looking shocked and pale. He had Dolohov in a Leg Locker.
Harry looked at Ron grimly. "I know," he said quietly, "it's hell."
Ron looked sickly, "I have to do that too, don't I?" he said thickly. Harry nodded before he glimpsed a purple neon light.
"RON!" Harry roared as he knocked Ron down onto the ground. Ron groaned, but Harry pointed his wand at Dolohov and yelled, "Stupefy!" Dolohov was stunned. "Petrificus Totalus."
Ron stood up shakily and helped Harry up, as well. "Th-thanks, Mate," he said gratefully.
"Don't mention it," Harry said, "just keep him like that. I doubt anyone will help him. Someone will take him away later, when it's over."
Ron nodded as they both dodged a spell that came whizzing their way. "But I know I have to use the Unforgivables tonight, eventually. It's inevitable. But I don't know if Hermione and Ginny are willing to use them."
Harry nodded miserably, "Well, Mate, I'll see you soon?"
Ron smiled faintly, "Definitely." They hugged awkwardly, and went their separate ways as Ron found another target.
Harry shook his head in misery and looked around quickly. Nearby him, Ginny was battling Rookwood, and losing greatly. Rookwood shouted a spell, and a red beam sped to Ginny. It seemed though time went by slowly. Harry panicked, and sprinted to Ginny as fast as his legs would carry him. Without a second thought, he lunged in front of her, taking the curse.
His body met pain. Lots of it. It was excruciating pain, all over his body. A thousand white hot knives stabbed repeatedly into every centimeter of his body. He bit his lip, to prevent himself from screaming out loud. It was hard- he would lose it any minute. Just as he opened his mouth to scream, the pain ceased incredibly. He breathed heavily, moaning softly. He attempted to get up, but his body was too sore and prickly. He felt a hand on his cheek.
"Harry!" Ginny whispered shakily.
"G-ginny…" Harry mumbled.
"Yes, it's me- are you alright?" Ginny asked.
Harry nodded slightly, "Rookwood?"
"He's frozen. On the ground." Ginny answered.
Harry nodded, "Good."
Ginny let out a dry sob. "This-this is it, isn't it? One of you will—" Ginny whispered, not wanting to finish her sentence.
"Yeah… yeah, it is." Harry sat up. "But don't worry, I'll get him. I swear I will. If I don't… well, there will be no ifs. I'll kill him."
"I know you will. Without a doubt. But I've no choice to worry about you; everyone does. Just be careful. You're my hero, Harry…" Ginny said with a faint smile on her lips, "you've always been."
"I could tell- especially when you put your elbow in the butter dish a while back." Harry said with a small chuckle.
Ginny reddened, "That was nearly 5 years ago!"
Harry looked up at Ginny with saddened eyes. "I don't want anything to happen to you, any of you."
Ginny smiled at him softly and helped him up to his feet, then looked up at him, as he was a few inches taller than her now. "I know that. But we'll be careful. We'll be here at the end. No matter what. We're here for you, Harry. We care about you, and we'll be here, at your side no matter what." She paused, then grinned, "Believe it or not, we love you."
Harry smiled, "Thanks, Gin. It feels good to hear that. I'll see you soon."
Ginny nodded, looking slightly tearful. "Oh, do be careful. You're better than Him, Harry, just know that. In everything."
Harry nodded, "Thank you. You be careful, yourself, too. We'd all be devastated if something happened to you." He kissed her on the forehead. Ginny smiled, then walked away, looking back at Harry.
"Aww, wittle baby Potter wuvvs his wittle girlfriend, is that so?" a voice mocked with a spiteful cackle.
Harry turned around slowly. His eyes narrowed in fury. "Lestrange." Just looking at her made his blood boil. He gripped his wand tightly.
"Wittle Harry wuvved his Mutt Godfather, did he? But awww, too bad, I killed him. He's dead." Bellatrix laughed maliciously.
"He was better than anything you'll ever be." Harry said calmly.
"What's that supposed to mean!" Bellatrix snarled.
"He was a noble, intelligent, man. And you? You're nothing but a sniveling, scared, cowardly, little servant of some Wart." Harry said knowingly.
"Why, you little-! Black was a good for nothing, blood traitor! And you! You'll die tonight, Potter. The Dark Lord will kill you, and he will reign!" Bellatrix shouted.
"I don't think so." Harry said icily. "Ovulansae!"
Bellatrix screamed and waved her hands wildly. The spell Harry had used was his very own. He had made it himself, but it would wear off in about 10 minutes.
"What did you do to me, Potter!" Bellatrix shrieked.
"Oh, a little something I made up." Harry said coolly (which was no use because Bellatrix couldn't hear, anyway).
"So, it's the fool of a headmaster's favorite Golden Boy, is it?" a voice said from behind him. It was the silky voice that Harry despised.
"Malfoy." Harry growled, turning around.
It was Lucius Malfoy. "Crucio!" he yelled. Harry quickly dodged it, and it shot at Bellatrix, who was still under Harry's curse. She screamed in pain, sinking to her knees.
Lucius took the curse off of her. He growled menacingly. Harry felt a spell whiz past his ear, and immediately turned around. Bellatrix was off his curse. She looked livid.
"Lestrange," Harry said tonelessly and emotionlessly, "You've caused me nothing but grief, pain, and anger. I will not let you take any more people away from me, or anyone else. You got the Longbottoms, you got Sirius, you got Cho. You're not taking anyone else. I swear I'll kill you." Harry ended softly.
Bellatrix raised her eyebrows. "Is that so? Not if I kill you first."
Harry laughed. "Oh, no, you can't. Didn't your Master tell you? Only he can kill me." Harry smirked.
"Well, then, I guess I'll just give you pain." Bellatrix said, grinning coldly.
"I've already told you. You won't cause me anymore pain. Avada Kedavra." Harry said quietly. The pain and hatred in his voice was clearly evident.
Bellatrix was caught off guard. She fell to the ground, dead.
'That's for Sirius' Harry thought triumphantly.
"Expelliarmus!" a voice shouted at Harry. Harry's wand flew to the ground, a few feet away from him. Harry saw Lucius with a sneer on his face. Harry started to panic.
"Crucio!" Lucius sent the curse at Harry. Harry was quick to dodge it, though feeling the heat of the curse whizzing past his arm.
"Avada Kedav—"
"Stupefy." A soft voice said.
Lucius Malfoy fell to the ground, clearly stunned. Harry's eyes flew to the figure that stood a few feet away from Lucius.
"Malfoy!" Harry gasped quietly. Draco Malfoy had stunned his father.
"Why'd you just do that?" he asked, shocked out of his mind. Not that he wasn't thankful, of course.
Malfoy looked uncomfortable. "Better this side than the other, I reckon. Unless you want me to be a Death Eater."
Harry shook his head quickly. He walked over cautiously and picked up his wand. Harry hesitantly stuck out a hand. Malfoy glanced at it warily. He grasped Harry's hand firmly.
"Thanks." Harry said to Malfoy.
"You're welcome, Potter." Malfoy waved it away as if it was nothing. That boy saved his life.
Harry hesitated, "Watch out, alright?"
Malfoy rolled his eyes, "I know that, Potter."
Harry sighed. Malfoy was hopeless. They both turned and walked away. Harry then remembered about Lucius, that he was only stunned and turned around to finish him off. He turned around just as Lucius whispered, "Avada Kedavra." Not to him, but to Draco.
Harry watched with horror. "MALFOY! MOVE!" he roared.
Draco turned just to see a green light shooting towards him and his father looking on with a glint in his eyes. It struck him. Draco slid to the ground with a light thud. On his face was a look of dry amusement.
"What the hell could be so funny when he died?" Harry muttered angrily. He rounded on Lucius, who was picking himself up. His wand was aimed straight at his head.
"Yes, I killed my own son. HA! Worthless traitor of a son." Lucius drawled.
"You-filthy-bastard." Harry growled, his anger rising every second. He was shaking with fury. Before they knew it, Harry was on top of Lucius.
Harry shoveled his fist into Malfoy's jaw. He punched him over and over again, in the jaw- eyes- nose- cheekbone- forehead. His arms became blurs as he pummeled Malfoy repeatedly. He went for his stomach.
A hand touched his arm, and in reflex, he jabbed his wand at the person's neck, spell ready at the tip of his tongue.
"Hermione!" he gasped. She was covered in blood and scratches. She had a frightened look in her eyes, but her face was soft and sorrowful.
"Harry…" Hermione whispered, "Oh, Harry…" a few tears spilled down her face. She took his arm and helped him up.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked immediately.
Hermione looked up at him. "I- he—" she looked at Draco, then at his father.
"Oh." Harry said dully. He looked hatefully at Lucius. He was almost unrecognizable. His face was covered in blood, his eyes were swollen and black, his lip was swelling up, his hair was messy and drenched in blood. His arm was even twisted in a strange way- Harry didn't even know he had done that.
Harry figured Hermione put two and two together.
"It's awful!" Hermione said tearfully.
"Let's pull ourselves together, 'Mione." Harry said slightly sternly. He knew he was being harsh, but this was a war. "How did you find me?"
"Oh, I was looking for you-" Hermione looked stricken and she paled, "Ron! I-I can't find him anywhere."
"Come on." Harry said quickly. He took Hermione's hand.
They sped towards their left, where they found Ron under the Cruciatus Curse by Rodolphus Lestrange.
"MAGNIFICO PRECARUS!" Harry roared. Lestrange froze, literally. Five layers of ice covered him.
Ron was on his knees, gasping, and breathing heavily. He spit out blood.
"Ron! The blood!" Hermione gasped.
Ron grimaced, "Bloody tongue- I was biting it- wouldn't scream."
Harry came over, "You alright, Mate?"
Ron nodded, "Thanks, Harry… again."
Harry tried to grin, "No problem," he said as he and Hermione helped Ron up.
"Do you want to finish Lestrange off?" Harry asked Ron.
"Love to," Ron said grimly, gripping his wand tightly, "what's wrong with your knuckles? They're bleeding."
Harry glanced down, "Oh- a fist fight," he said quickly, "I won, though."
Ron chuckled dryly. "Flamaro Prefaro!"
Flames enveloped the ice and it melted away.
"Potter." Lestrange growled angrily.
"Nope, sorry," Harry said, stepping aside, "it's all Ron. I've nothing to do with this."
Ron glanced cautiously at Hermione before saying quietly, "Avada Kedavra." He shivered as Lestrange slumped down to the ground. Hermione cried out and dug her head into Ron's chest. Harry gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
A lot of pops were heard and echoed in the night. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked around and saw more than 500 Aurors apparating.
A giant was running over to the Trio. They tried stunning it.
"Er-" Harry said, unsure of what to do. The giant came closer.
"Quck conjure a rope! A long one." Hermione said.
The giant was coming closer, footsteps shaking the earth.
Ron conjured a long, thick rope. They got what she was trying to do. Harry grabbed one end and Ron grabbed the other. Harry ran to the other side until it was tight.
The giant ran over to them, but it tripped on the rope and started to fall. It fell with a loud, vibrating thud. Hermione smiled triumphantly.
Harry jogged over to them, casting a few Patronuses and curses on the way. He dodged quite a few, also.
"Well, Ron, Hermione, I guess I'm off to fight Voldemort. I s'pose he's waiting for me- I'm probably late, or something. I'll see you in a while, I hope." Harry said lightly.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione cried, hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry this had to become your burden."
Harry smiled grimly and patted her back. "I'm not. It would've been horrible if it was Crabbe or Goyle."
Ron chuckled awkwardly. He took a good, long look at Harry.
"Er- how about a 'good luck, mate', then I'll be off?" Harry said to Ron.
Ron frowned and shook his head. "No… no, you don't need luck. You've got it in you. You're going to win this, Harry. I can just feel it."
"Thanks, Ron," Harry said with a genuine smile.
"You've got it all in there." Ron said, patting his chest where his heart was, "and Voldemort doesn't have any of it."
Harry nodded.
"Oh, you prats, you're best mates- you can hug, you know!" Hermione said shrilly. Tears leaked through her eyes.
And they did just that. They embraced in a brotherly hug.
"Bloody hell," Ron finally said.
"You got that right." Harry said bluntly.
"Well, at least I'll be with Sirius and my parents, if I die today." Harry said, trying to look on the bright side.
"Oh, Harry, don't say that!" Hermione cried.
Harry shrugged helplessly, "I feel strangely calm. I feel good, too. Just simple. I'm happy to know that I'm fighting for what's right; good not evil. I feel lucky to have the best friends… and family."
There was a moment of silence between them.
"We love you, Harry." Hermione whispered. Ron nodded, afraid to say anything.
"I love you guys, too.' Harry said with a smile.
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(I know, corny, but deal with it!)
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Harry reluctantly turned around and walked off to find Voldemort. A few minutes later, he heard a soft hiss.
"Well, hello, Harry." Voldemort said silkily, much like the voice that Malfoy used.
"Hello, Tom." Harry said in a mocking tone.
"How dare you call me that name after my mudblood father!" Voldemort hissed angrily.
"Let me get this straight- you kill muggleborns, yet you're not a pure-blood yourself. You might as well kill yourself." Harry said sarcastically.
"Enough! I will not have you talk nonsense of things you do not know about!" Voldemort said.
Harry grew indignant, "Hey, I happen to know a lot of things!"
Voldemort hissed in annoyance and sent a curse at Harry. He dodged it quickly.
"A bit angry, are you?" Harry asked unnecessarily. He was making things difficult; he knew that. But he thought he might as well have a tiny bit of fun. If he died tonight, he would do it with pride- and was going to make things difficult for Voldemort as he did.
"Crucio!" yelled Voldemort.
It hit Harry, and he sank to the ground immediately. He knew he would have to be quick, or he wouldn't have enough energy later. "Expelliarmus!" Harry gasped quickly. Voldemort's wand flew a few feet away from him.
Harry stood up as quick as he could and shook his head while Voldemort quickly summoned his wand.
"Ignitio!" a small ball of fire flew out of Harry's wand, but Voldemort quickly banished it.
"Transportus Canis!" Voldemort hissed. A small black stone was transfigured into a large, vicious, shaggy black dog.
Harry's heart twisted, but he couldn't get lost in his memories. Not now. "Banisco!" Harry banished the dog as it lunged at Harry. "Immobulus!"
It whizzed by the dark lord's shoulder. "Precato!"
Harry didn't recognize this spell. It was a mustard yellow color. Harry dodged it at the last second, though the spell grazed his left elbow. He felt white hot pain on his bone.
"What the hell was that!" Harry gasped.
Voldemort chuckled evilly, "Oh, it's only just begun. You will gradually feel your bone getting crushed into dust."
Harry winced inwardly.
"I ran into Severus Snape a while before. It was quite interesting." Voldemort commented lightly.
Harry's eyes narrowed.
"Oh, don't worry your brainless head; he's alive- but just." Voldemort grinned spitefully.
"Bastard," Harry growled.
"How kind," Voldemort sneered, "your dear old Headmaster managed to stay away from me tonight."
Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Well, naturally. He knows I'm supposed to kill you. He's not daft. But I don't think you'd even want him to duel against you. You're too afraid."
Voldemort hissed in anger, "I'm not afraid of anything, Potter."
"Whatever," Harry drawled, "You just go on and believe that. Just say it over and over again. Maybe that'll bring some hope to you."
"Shut up, you brat. You don't know anything of me and what I can do. Why do you think I lived so long?"
"You're not human," Harry sneered, then he faltered. "You lived." Harry said quietly. He looked straight into Voldemort's eyes. "You're afraid of death. You cheated death."
"So I can run the world as I see it in my eyes!" Voldemort said, his red slits of eyes burning with passion.
"You're a monster," Harry said, "Stupefy!"
Voldemort quickly deflected it. His eyes narrowed. "Berthelen!"
Pain struck Harry in the stomach. It felt like fists were punching him hard. He gasped out in pain and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach.
Voldemort sneered, "Crucio," he said simply.
Harry felt the pain again. It was all over him, covering his body with fire. It hurt like hell. Harry let out a yell of pain, but quickly bit his tongue, quickly feeling the warm gushing of blood. He sank to all fours. Finally, when if felt like forever, it stopped. The stabbing knives and the fiery pain went away, but his head was throbbing and he felt sick. Everything ached. His hands were shaking uncontrollably. He sensed Voldemort walking a few steps closer. Harry looked up, still on his hands and knees. He tried to get up, but gave up.
"Harry Potter, you have lived for longer than I can bear, you have thwarted me for seven years. I will not have that any longer," Voldemort said dead quiet. "In a moment, you will be dead- with your filthy parents."
Harry was breathing heavily. They were now just five feet away from each other.
Voldemort had a mad glint in his eyes. "Avada Kedavra."
Harry whispered, as a last chance, "Expelliarmus."
The two spells clashed in the middle. Harry immediately felt his wand vibrating uncontrollably. His hand shook along with it. He grabbed onto his wand with both hands, holding it with the energy he did not have. The beam was no longer blue and emerald green, but gold. Harry remembered. From his fourth year. The Priori Incantatem was happening again, though this time, people did not come out of Voldemort's wand. Harry faintly heard the Phoenix song singing soothingly in his ears. He knew not to let go.
Then suddenly, it stopped. Neither of them had let go, though. Harry felt a strange sensation as he felt a pull on his whole body, and the next thing he knew, he was standing in a large, silent room. Voldemort was there too, staring at a door. Harry started wondering why Voldemort was just staring at the door and not killing him, when he felt it too. A voice was beckoning him to open the door- to go to it and enter. He grew wary. He didn't know if he should, but he felt his feet moving slowly to the door. He extending his shaking hand, and Voldemort was, too. Together, they opened it. Voldemort glided inside in hunger. For power. Harry cautiously went in and the door closed and shut with a tiny click. Voldemort had walked to one side of the room and Harry went to the opposite, trying to distance himself from the evil lord.
There was a mist of sparkling silver in the middle of the room. It wavered in the middle, just floating above the ground.
"So," Voldemort said shortly, "this is it- where you'll die and I'll reign with full power."
The mist hovered towards him slightly.
Harry frowned. He didn't have much energy left. He was exhausted. He just wanted to get away from it all. His elbow hurt immensely. He could feel his bone moving and starting to grind away, but tried to ignore it. He had a choice of apparating away, but that was cowardly. He was not a coward. Harry did not know what to do. Yes, he was scared, but not for himself. If Voldemort killed him, then everyone would suffer. Because of him. But how would he do it? He thought of his friends- his family. Faces hovered in his mind. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dumbledore, Sirius, his parents, the Weasley family, the Order, Hogwarts, everything that mattered to him. Remus' face appeared and Harry's heart fell. If he died, Remus would have no one. He couldn't do that to Moony. The people he loved would suffer in the wrath of Lord Voldemort. He couldn't help feel guilty, but he just knew they wouldn't blame him. They supported him- they were by his side. He had friends- love.
Harry grew defiant and gripped his wand tightly, "If this is the end, then so be it. I'll fight until my death," he said strongly.
Voldemort tipped his head slightly, with a smirk, "Let the best man win."
'I could hardly call you a man' Harry thought in disgust.
This was it. He would fight for the light side- the way he wanted it to be. He silently said his last words to the people he loved. And they fought.
Before Harry knew it, he found the Killing Curse sent his way. He closed his eyes. 'Well, at least I had love and support.'
He opened them after a millisecond, deciding he would face death in the eyes. Unexpectedly, the silvery mist flew towards him, engulfing him. He saw silver. It burned his eyes. He saw Voldemort fly back into the wall with a thud. He felt a stitching pain on his forearm, exactly where the Dark Mark would be. He lifted his robes and found a scar etching on his skin, with a small golden light following after it. After the golden light disappeared, he saw two scars etched in his arm. A flower- a lily, to be exact- and a stag. Lily and Prongs. He rubbed it gingerly, and heard a noise. He looked up and saw that Voldemort was getting up.
"So," Voldemort hissed angrily, "It chose you. I'll kill you, even without the power."
Harry felt anger starting to burn inside of him. All Voldemort wanted to do was kill him. Then take over the world and make people suffer. He thought of the people that had already suffered because of him. Anger coursed through his veins. Before he knew it, he was talking.
A large ball of emerald flames appeared into his hand. "This is for Cho," Harry growled. He threw the flame at Voldemort and another one appeared in his hand.
"This is for Cedric." Harry threw another one. Voldemort staggered back.
"This is for all the people you hurt." Another one shot Voldemort in the chest.
"This is for the Longbottoms."
"This is for my Mum and Dad." Harry threw two of them this time. Voldemort swayed, then fell to his knees, gasping slightly in pain.
"This," Harry said dangerously softly, "-this is for Sirius, the father I never had." Harry threw a very large flame at Voldemort with all the energy and power he could muster. The force was so powerful that Voldemort was thrown back into the wall.
"This," Harry said, barely a whisper, "is for the love I never had- the isolated childhood I went through." He threw a ball of flame that was pink.
Voldemort slumped to the ground, leaning against the wall. He was breathing heavily and fighting to keep his eyes open.
Harry slowly walked to him, his whole body shaking. He towered over the man- no, monster- that made his life miserable. He looked him straight in the eye- red to emerald.
"I thank you, Tom, for the way I ended up. My misery gave me strength, nobility, and determination," Harry said quietly, "but that could never overpower my hatred for you."
Harry grew silent. His wand arm was shaking madly. He took a small breath. His voice caught in his throat; he could only whisper. "Goodbye, Tom Riddle." his voice was filled with pure loathing, "Avada Solesto Kedavra."
Voldemort was lifeless. His usual cold, red eyes were blank with nothingness. A small grey mist began to float out of his mouth, and a mass of black mist floated out. Harry directed with his wand and it flew slowly into a transparent bottle Harry had kept in his robes pocket. He put the stopper onto the bottle and corked it down tight.
He heard a click. Harry turned around, picked up Voldemort's wand, and walked to the door. With a deep breath, he opened it and walked out. There was a bright light hanging from the ceiling. He saw Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape waiting impatiently outside in the room. They immediately hurried to him, with pale faces. Professor Snape was in bad shape. His usually pale face was butchered up with gashes, and his robes were cut up and bloodied. It was the work of Voldemort.
Professor McGonagall beamed at him with tears of pride. "Harry…" she whispered loudly in awe.
Harry started to feel woozy.
Professor Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling madly. He smiled gently at him.
Professor Snape, on the other hand, was pale and slightly green. He looked like he was going to be sick. "P-potter." He said.
"Snape."
"I take it--?" Snape breathed.
Harry took out the tightly corked bottle.
"Ah…" the Headmaster said with a nod.
"That is?" Snape asked nasally.
"Tom Riddle's soul." Harry said quietly. He took out Voldemort's wand and handed it to Professor Dumbledore along with the bottle. "Lock it away."
"What now?" Professor McGonagall said, with a hopeful look in her eyes.
"It's done. This is the end. We won." Harry said. He swayed on his feet. His eyesight started to get blotchy.
"Well done, Harry, well done." He heard Professor Dumbledore say before he blacked out completely.
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Longgggg chapter, eh? Well that was the whole battle. I'm sooo sorry if I contradicted myself from the previous chapters, but it's hard not to. It was a little short, the battle, but I didn't know how to make it longer. Sorry that the Dementors and Giants and stuff weren't in there as much. And it was really corny, too. The really deep and loving parts. Sorry? It's 12 pages long and 5259 words long. Good accomplishment. Well REVIEW! 3
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Okay, I revised just a little bit of it. Just the end, about Snape coz I forgot to put in details of what Voldemort did to him, and Harry's elbow- it's supposed to hurt cuz of Voldemort's curse around the middle of the duel back at Hogwarts. So, yeah, that's it.
