Harry looked around the battlefield in dismay and sadness. Was it because of him that they were all dead, killed mercilessly?

Dozens of bodies were lying around, both belonging to the death eaters and the defendants. A single tear trickled down his cheek, why did it have to end like this.

He looked at the single body in front of him, Voldemort. He glared at the body, it was his fault that they were all dead.

Incendio he cast silently.

The spell hit the body and it burnt it, until nothing was left but ash. Good, he deserved it, he thought visciously.

It started raining soon after, it was as if the skies were mourning for all the innocent lives lost today.

30 minutes prior.

Voldemort easily shielded against a disarming spell that Harry sent against him. Is this the last hope the light has against him? Voldemort mused while toying with Harry.

While he was dueling Voldemort with the elder wand on the quidditch pitch he saw Ron and Hermione die, after that he snapped and went into an icy cold rage that not even Voldemort could stop.

He dodged a killing curse cast by Voldemort by moving to the left and started casting dark spells faster than the blink of an eye.

Voldemort was shocked and he felt a fear grip him that he hadn't felt since Albus Dumbledore was alive. Just ten seconds ago, the boy was casting disarming and stunning spells at a pathetic rate.

Voldemort put all his power and skill he had acquired in half a century into countering or dodging all the spells Harry Potter was casting at him.

Avada Kedavra, Crucio, Crucio, Sectumsempra, Reducto, Imperio, Diffindo, Avada Kedavra, he cast silently, while his wand was a blur of motion.

Suddenly Harry stopped casting all his spells.

Inwardly Voldemort set out a sigh of relief, not that he would tell anyone that. Had the boy run out of magical strength. He smirked, time to end this he thought while preparing to cast an Avada Kedavra.

"I will give you two choices Tom, surrender or die" said Harry. One would think that giving Tom a choice to surrender would be an act of kindness, but they were wrong. Harry was hoping Tom would surrender so he could put him into Azkaban where he would be tortured by the dementors.

"You think I would surrender to you Potter, you are nothing but a boy who has survived by accident because Dumbledore was pulling the strings" said Voldemort, taunting him.

"So be it" he said coldly and he started casting spells again.

Dozens of spells were flying around, from both the death eaters and the defendants, but slowly but surely the spells were decreasing as more and more people were dying around them.

Crucio, Sectumsempra, Avada Kedavra, Avada Kedavra, Sectumsempra, Avis, Crucio he silently cast at lighting speed at Voldemort.

Voldemort had to dodge or duck most of the spells as they were unforgivables and he had to shield himself the Avis and the Sectumsempra.

It was now just them left, all the people fighting around them have either deserted or died. Was this how it was going to end thought Harry while he ducked underneath to avoid a spell from Voldemort.

Voldemort knew he couldn't win, he was tiring out from having to either shied or dodge Potter's spells, but he had a plan.

Voldemort disillusioned himself with a spell that he had learnt on his travels and put a silencing spell on his feet. Harry muttered detection spells, making sure to increase the power of those spells. But the spells didn't seem to work against whatever spell Voldemort had used.

Harry knew he was here, he couldn't have apparated because of the wards, so he was most likely using a complex detection spell.

Suddenly he was hit with a Confringo. It was only because of his shield that he was able to survive, but he was still blasted a ew metres away. His wand had dropped a few metres away after he was blasted in the chest with a Confringo.

Voldemort reappeared with a lazy wave of his wand and started walking towards him until he was standing in front of him. "Any last words Potter?" he said raising his wand and smiling viciously at Harry.

"Go to hell" shouted Harry while he pulled the sword of gryffindor away from Neville's dead body and into Voldemort's chest. While Voldemort had used his cunning in order to surprise Harry and blast him away, he hadn't thought about the sword of gryffindor that was lying just a meter away from where he had blasted Harry to.

Voldemort fell to the ground, dead, with a sword wound in his chest. Later Harry was left wondering was it worth it.


AN: Hi I'm 13 years old and this is my first story. Ik it's not good but it took 2 hours to make this. Can you give me writing tips since I want to write better.