The next few moments of Harrys' life wet in quick succession, he opened his eyes. He got up, he stunned the masses fired a spell and then all hell broke loose. It was good against bad yet again and for once Harry knew which side he wanted to forever be on. As he batted death eater after death eater, he kept an eye out for a mop of red hair, there was no point fighting if she didn't survive? So, he fought with fierce determination until he reached his target. Lord Voldemort. When he got to the aged wizard the room thinned as if preparing for the fight of the century. Only Harry didn't want to fight, he was oh so tired of fighting. So, he stalked toward Voldemort, making his presence known as he laid down his wand. The spectators gasped as Voldemort turned, he to laid down his wand and waited for what the great Harry Potter would do next.

Harry who had spent his entire life hiding his voice, too afraid to speak up had decided that enough was enough and he had to make a choice. So, he stopped just Infront of Voldemort and sighed.
"I am so tired" he eventually said, Voldemort eyed Harry up and down, looking for some kind of ulterior motive.
"Then why not just give up? You owe these people, nothing Potter. They were the first to shun you... why fight for a world you don't believe in?"
"Why do you?" Harry asked. Voldemort took a step back, confused. Harry ran a hand through his hair, tiredness seeping into his voice.
"You... born Half-blood, the people you try to destroy make half of you. You can't kill the truth by killing a race. Your father abandoned you. Not your fault. It's not muggle-borns fault either" Harry reasoned. Voldemort scowled and raised his wand.
"How DARE YOU SPEAK OF MY FATHER. I am the decedent of the noble Slytherin, you are but a coward. You choose to hide your voice to forsake more pain, you choose to fight for a world you don't believe in for a girl that will leave you the first chance she gets. The world is broken Potter and the sooner you realise that the better."
The crowd bristled; Harry picked up his wand in response to Voldemort. He could faintly hear his family in the background but tried to tune them out.
"You not fix a world, Tom. I know you are tired, of the pain, of the loss of the heartache. So, give up, give in. You cannot fix people who do not want fixing."

Then Harry raised his wand higher, as Voldemort fired a curse in temper. Harry blocked it and fired an expelarmus in return. Then a battle ensued, man against child and once again good against evil. As flashes magically illuminated the night sky Harry's family watched with bated breath as the boy, they loved fought to save the world. Then just as it seemed Harry was about to lose a spell backfired and jets of life entered Voldemort's chest, he screamed as his body began to vibrate. The jets of life erupted from Voldemort's chest and he began to break from the inside out.

Death eaters began fleeing, terrified at the fall of their master. Harry for his part just stared as he began to feel light-headed, he quickly glanced around to try and see Ginny but before he saw her, he fell to the floor, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.