The Price of Love Rewrite

By: Elina Peverall

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, all credits go to the author J K Rowling. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write this!

Jamie is the youngest son of the Potters, the Boy-Who-Lived. His older brother is Harry Potter, a boy who will do whatever it takes to protect his family. How far will Harry go to protect Jamie as the war continues across magical Britain? The prophecy is told once again and the truth is then revealed. (Rewrite of original The Price of Love)

He was there only meters away, out of range due to the many occupants blocking his path. Silently Harry cursed, thankful no one can see him at the moment. For who would when you were under the invisibility cloak?

After saving Fred from the explosion that occurred in one of the many corridors of the school Harry had taken off to his intended destination. Due to the battle half of the Grate Hall was destroyed. A large portion of its wall near the staff table was gone, a pile of rubble in its place. The four tables where the students once sat were no longer in the center of the room but pushed to the side, half destroyed. And in the center of the very hall, Voldemort stood the dark lord himself. His familiar Nagini slithered confidently at her master's side.

Three to one, Voldemort held his own. Occasionally, his familiar would attempt to strike only for his opponents to jump back. McGonagall, Slughorn and Kingsley were unable to finish him as the dark lord calmly batted and dodged their spells away. Upon seeing the scene, Harry's eyes never left the duel as he slowly approached, cautiously avoiding stray spells coming towards him. Passing by many duelers, he recognized his friends George and Lee duel the death eater Yaxley. Behind them were Angelina, Katie and Alicia taking on Fenrir Grayback and two of his pack members.

Only a few steps away to attack Voldemort he stopped mid-step. Further ahead, he saw his brother, Jamie, standing in a defensive position as he protected their mother who was kneeling on the ground as she wept. His mother's red locks partially covering the face of a body she held tightly to her chest.

His mother in her grief neither noticed an incoming spell as it passed by her, the pale yellow curse illuminating the body as a steady breeze from outside pushed her hair away to reveal the body's face. The person had the same raven locks and similar face behind a pair of wire frame glasses, the man himself was his father. Anger and grief coursed through him as he saw his father, forcing him to continue in a quick sprint towards them. However, he didn't think when a loud yell reached his ears. Kingsley was hit by a sickly colour purple spell hitting his wand arm, the sound of a bone cracking could be heard soon after. Grunting in pain, the wizard fell as Voldemort strode passed him, walking confidently towards Jamie. To Harry's horror, as Professors McGonagall and Slughorn attempted to stop him, they were batted away with a silent wave of Voldemort's wand. The two Professors were unable to dodge the spell as they embraced impact and were thrown across the room. Without anyone blocking Voldemort's path, the dark lord confidently strode towards Harry's younger brother, his familiar Nagini already attempting to strike Jamie.

"Jamie!" Hermione Granger called from nearby. Harry recalled Jamie's friend duelling with young Neville Longbottom and Ron Weasley against the Carrow twins.

Jamie didn't react to Hermione's cries as he stood to his full height with his wand raised against Voldemort, clearly summoning his Gryffindor courage. The dark lord himself reacted in turn and raised his wand against his brother and attempted to cast a spell. With not a moment to lose, Harry who was now within arm's length leapt towards his brother, blocking him from Voldemort's attack as he batted Nagini away with a silent spell. Like saving Fred moments ago he repeated the very same action. The Potter family's Saving-People-Thing as people so eloquently called it clearly in action once again.

"Protego!" Harry roared, not so gently pushing his brother away. The Shield Charm expanded around him, absorbing Voldemort's incoming spell as Harry quickly cancelled the shield, preparing to attack. Having hastily cast the charm, Harry's invisibility cloak was discarded to the ground, revealing his face for all to see. Harry stood slightly crouched in his signature duelling form further revealing his identity to the many witches and wizards in the room.

Yells of shock and screams can be heard, variations of "HE'S BACK!" and "YOU'RE ALIVE!" The most notable of them being his mother's loud gasp saying, "HARRY!"

The loud shouts were quickly cut off as the man Harry was preparing to duel gave each of them a cold gaze. His appearance having attracted most of their attention as they distractedly duelled with one another. The silence was present now, with the exception of those still initiating a duel, their spells can be clearly heard as the sound echoed around the room.

Voldemort looked at Harry for a moment, his piercing red eyes assessing him critically. Mockingly Harry responded to the man's gaze with a small bow often used in formal duels. The dark lord didn't bow in return but simply smirked, at that moment the duel officially began between the two as they slowly circled each other, the battle once again resuming.

For a moment, the two held each other's intense gaze neither betraying their emotions. The action quickly ended when with a wave of his wand Voldemort shot a sickly yellow spell that sped towards him. Quickly, Harry, sidestepped it, rolling to dodge two more spells.

"Harry!" A voice barked.

Whoever called his name nearly distracted him as Voldemort cast another dark spell, forcing Harry to raise a shield. He knew without a doubt as he heard loud steps of the person approaching behind him that it was none other than his godfather Sirius. Silently Harry cursed as he once again rolled to the side once again another incoming spell coming from Voldemort. Harry could tell the man was getting annoyed as his continued defensive role in the duel. Quickly as he could manage before another spell came his way Harry took a quick peek in Padfoot's direction. His godfather Sirius was running towards him, Remus following behind him as he traded spells with the three LeStranges, making an effort in protecting Sirius from his enraged cousin Bellatrix.

As they approached Harry yelled, "I'm sorry Padfoot, this is my fight!"

Sirius having clearly heard his godson wore a confused expression until it slowly dawned in horror. The animagus watched his godson, chant under his breath and the tip of his wand glow a faint blue. Sirius realized what Harry was doing, he was casting a ward.

"No Harry!" Sirius yelled.

Unfortunately, Harry's godfather was too late as a dome-shaped ward surrounded their duel. Trapping Harry, Voldemort and the man's familiar inside. Cursing silently, Sirius could only watch in horror as he collided against the strong ward his godson cast, grunting in pain upon impact.

He watched as on the other side of the shield like ward, he saw Jamie banging on the dome attempting to physically damage it to join his brother.

"Sirius watch out!" Remus called.

Quickly, he dodged an incoming killing curse cast by his cousin Bellatrix. Said woman cackled; attempting to cast another dark curse at him when to their surprise Molly Weasley joined the fray distracting her. Remus was meanwhile handling Rabastan and Rodolphus LeStrange, the werewolf managing on his own.

Bellatrix cackled in delight in seeing the Weasley woman while casting a spell and taunted, "Hmm, what will happen to your children when I've killed you?"

"YOU - WILL - NOT - HARM - MY - CHILDREN!" screamed Mrs. Weasley, reacting with incredible speed casting a spell in return.

Bellatrix only replied with an exhilarated laugh, angering the woman further. In reply, Molly's curse hit Bellatrix squarely on the chest as the death eater was unable to dodge in time. Bellatrix mocking smile froze, her eyes widening as her body toppled over, the woman now dead at the hands of Molly Weasley.

Meanwhile, Voldemort was unaware of his best lieutenant's demise questioned the brother of the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Impressive, casting a modefied ward on your own. You're a Ward Master I presume?" the dark lord asked as he gazed critically at his opponent's ward.

Harry neither denied it nor confirmed it, he was technically fully qualified to be a Ward Master having passed his NEWTS and OWLS, but he was unable to take up the career due to the war and his role in it. But now was not the time to think of such things as he grew frustrated because he was unable to take an offensive stance, instead of casting Impedimenta.

Like the many spells sent his way, Voldemort replied with a cold laugh as he batted the spell away with a wave of his wand, casting another curse in retaliation. Mockingly he asked, "Do you think you can beat me, Potter?"

"Let's find out." Harry quickly replied as he sidestepped the curse. Once again the dark lord grew annoyed with Harry dodging his many spells. With a flick of his wrist, Voldemort silently cast several dark curses that sailed towards him.

Harry was silently thankful for his quick seeker reflexes as he evaded most of them until he recognized the familiar dark blue of the blasting curse. Unfortunately, he was too late as although he dodged it, the spell hit the floor near his feat the blast knocking him off his feet as he was thrown at the barrier he cast. Unimaginable pain swept Harry's body as he fell to the ground, his ears ringing and was pretty sure he broke his leg.

"Relashio!" and "Confrigo!" were the two spells Harry was able to hear while several others sped his way, forcing Harry to role since he didn't have enough time to attempt to stand on his feet. Unfortunately, one of the spells, the cutting curse he assumed hit him near his left arm forcing him to hiss in pain. When he was a good distance away, he attempted to stand again while holding back the pain only to stumble in pain due to his broken leg. Gritting his teeth Harry watched as Voldemort walked slowly towards him, smirking at his current state. Watching as Voldemort's wand glowed, a clear sign he was going to cast an unforgivable. With no time to lose, he muttered the cutting curse under his breath.

"Crucio!"

The two spells passed each other, the unforgivable landing squarely on his chest as his own curse neared Voldemort. Sadly, Harry didn't notice his wrong aim as pain coursed through his body, unimaginable pain that he could compare to many knives stabbing his body repeatedly. At first, he yelled in pain and surprise then, using as much Oculmancy and pain tolerance he manages to reign his screams into quiet grunts of pain. So this was what it felt being under the torture curse. Vaguely, Harry recalled wondering how painful the curse was as Moody described the unforgivable in detail. Now that he experienced it himself, Harry swore he'd never want to experience it again. To his surprise, however, the curse was lifted. Instead of seeing Voldemort looking at him with his mad gaze he noticed the man clutching his chest a big slash like wound which was no doubt from a cutting curse, Harry's eyes widened in realization, it was from his cutting curse. Confused he looked behind him to see a portion of the ward he cast glowing briefly, his curse most likely having bounced off since it took longer to hit the man than expected.

Looking back at the said dark lord, he met Voldemort's furious gaze. With a big grin gestured to his battered body that looked worse for wear and was still shaking from the Cruciatus Curse, "An eye for an eye, am I right?"

Angered, Voldemort hissed in fury.

"Remus, how do we break this?!" Sirius was hysterical now as he continued his attempts on breaking his godson's ward. He tried casting multiple spells that he knew, sadly they only bounced off and the shield like ward remaining in touch. Even a simple finite didn't do the job.

"I don't know Sirius, you know Harry, always experimenting." Then looking at the ward more closely gestured "This isn't an ordinary ward."

"But-"Sirius was cut off by a loud cry of pain, the two Marauders immediately looking towards its source. Harry was kneeling on the ground, his whole body shaking in pain under the Cruciatus Curse, causing Voldemort to react with a cold laugh. Sirius knew Harry wouldn't survive much longer against the man. He had to do something.

Looking around across the room, Sirius' eyes landed on the familiar red hair of a Weasley, Bill Weasley. Without a moment to lose Sirius attempted to rush over and drag the man towards the ward.

"Wait, Sirius!" Remus called, as he struggled to hold up the shield charm against the LeStrange brothers.

Knowing what Remus meant, Sirius quickly ducked at an incoming dark coloured spell neared his head, which was probably cast by Rodolphus when the man had an opening. Recovering from the hasty dodge, he then stood up straight and waving his hands like an idiot and yelled, "Bill! Bill!"

As expected, said man looked over his shoulder and saw him. The man was partnered with his father Arthur Weasley as the two duelled against Thicknesse.

To Sirius, what seemed like the hundredth time as he called the man's name said person yelled back in response, "I'm kind of busy at the moment Sirius!"

Sirius thought it was true, as he saw Bill holding up a shield while Arthur continued to attack the death eater. But now was not the time, Harry in danger and although no longer under the torture curse he turned around to see the two firing spells that were locked against each other. The spells were connected to what Sirius could describe as the colour bright gold. Harry himself looked considerably weakened, as though he was unable to hold on much longer. He knew then Harry needed their help now, more than ever.

"Hurry up then!" he called back.

Bill could only nod as he threw several more spells against the death eater. But before he could retaliate he heard his father's voice beside him.

"You should go, Bill."

He could only look at his father, "Pardon?!"

"They need you, Harry needs you. You're a great Curse-breaker Bill. I've seen you tear down multiple of Harry's wards in your mock duels." Arthur replied.

Bill could only respond looking between him and Thicknesse, "But-"

His father quickly cut him off, "Go on then! If your mother can take down Bellatrix, surely I can handle my own against Thicknesse?"

With only a quick moment to look at his father in concern, he quickly dashed towards the glowing ward, passing by many duels as he approached Sirius who continued to pound on the dome-like shield. Passing by Sirius, Bill approached the ward and crouched down to inspect it closely. For what seemed like less than a minute was a brief silence, Sirius helping Remus against the LeStrange's as he continued to gaze worriedly at the ward.

"Damn it, Harry!" Bill cursed, ending the brief silence.

"What? What's wrong?" Sirius demanded.

"I can't tear these wards right away. It's not a normal one that's for certain - I don't think I've ever encountered one like this."

"Harry invented it then?" Remus asked turning around to face them.

Bill nodded as he continued to prod the ward with his wand.

"But you can still tear them down right?" Sirius asked.

"I can, but it'll take longer than usual. I have to be careful with tearing this one down; it's bound to Harry's magical core meaning his magic is powering this ward. That's why he's having a lot more difficulty facing Voldemort. One wrong move and I can weaken him considerably, which will be fatal since he's duelling him."

"Well get to it then, we don't have much time!" Sirius barked, although a little more harsh than usual.

"Sirius!" Remus reprimanded, then he turned to Bill, "Alright, we'll cover you so don't worry about getting attacked from behind. Just tear it as fast as you can without harming Harry."

Crouching back down his wand glowing faintly Bill chanted and then paused briefly to reply, "Already on it, I'll be tearing down a small portion for you guys to quickly run in!"

The two Marauders nodded and turned around as Rodolphus and Rabastan approached them once again. Rodolphus looking more peeved than usual due to the death of wife.

"You can't win." Voldemort gestured to his wounds. "When I'm done with you Potter there'll be nothing standing my way against your brother. He will die by my hand one way or another!"

Groaning in pain Harry stood up once again, his legs shaking as they were unable to hold the weight of his body. Leaning against the barrier he made he realized he was backed into the corner now. With his leg probably broken, it was a wonder how he could stand at all. Ahead he spotted Voldemort moving, walking towards him. Then, as he neared he grabbed the collar of his shirt lifting him up to face him. The sound of hissing soon met his ears as he attempted to struggle in the man's grasps still in pain from his beaten body. Glancing to his left he saw Voldemort's familiar slither towards him and his master, preparing to strike.

Voldemort who noticed his face morph into trepidation upon seeing the serpent smirked, "She's hungry, perhaps I should let her deal with you instead?"

Harry could only chuckle he had a feeling the Crucio affected his brain somehow. Blood dripped from his mouth, no doubt due to internal bleeding. Due to the blood, he forced himself to spit on the ground at the man's feet angering the man further as he dropped him to the ground unceremoniously, pain further coursing his body due to his current predicament. With a mad laugh that was horrifically similar to the dark lord to his shock, he looked at his side, as expected Nagini was only an arms reach now.

"Nagini, deal with him will you?"

Hearing the Parsel command, Harry waited for only a brief moment then with as much strength as he could muster summoned his last bit of energy, adrenaline doing the rest as he leapt into action. With his battered arms wrapped around the snake's jaw, he wrestled with the serpent. Using his legs he wrapped around the rest of its body. The serpent fought, using her tail to wrap around his neck suffocating him as he quickly aimed his phoenix feather wand at Nagini's head and cast a dark cutting curse. For a moment, the beast stopped. Knowing it was not over yet, Harry's brow furrowed as he thought hard of the ruby encrusted sword of his house. For what felt like a brief moment Harry thought it wouldn't work but to his surprise the sword materialized, the sword of Gryffindor itself.

Raising the sword he slit Nagini's neck, quickly rolling away as felt the hair on his back raise when he sensed an incoming curse sailing in his direction. Still, on the ground, Harry laughed, watching briefly as serpents body turned to ash, the sword now rested in Harry's side. Briefly, Harry recalled his mentor's words, only a true Gryffindor can summon the great sword itself. The old man who Harry was loathed to admit it was right.

"Crucio!" Voldemort screamed.

Instead of dodging this time, Harry summoned a pile of stone nearby to block the incoming unforgivable. The killing curse sailed straight towards the stone, tearing the object into pieces. Some of the broken stone hit Harry's chest, the emerald light of the curse lighting the locket Harry wore on his neck. Said locket glowed the familiar green that Voldemort recognized, halting him from casting another spell.

Salazar Slytherin's locket, the heirloom of his ancestors was cracked, the dark magic empty from within.

Voldemort's eyes burned with fury, "You destroyed it?!"

Harry gave a crooked grin, "Now I've purged all six of them!"

With a roar of frustration, Voldemort quickly responded, "Avada Kedavra!"

Knowing what's to come to Harry also cast his own spell, "Bombarda Maxima!"

As expected when the brother wands met the two spells connected forming a narrow stream of golden light. Harry felt his wand vibrate as struggled to grip his phoenix wand tightly. To his surprise, he looked down no longer struggling from the weight of his own body. Harry looked down confused, his eyes widened when his feet were lifted from the ground unexpectedly. Priori Incanterium, so this is what it was. He looked at Voldemort and realized he was also in the same predicament as him. Knowing that the reverse spell won't last forever Harry prepared to leap as he ended the connection moving to the side as an invisible force once again knocked him back towards the barrier he created. Heaving slightly, Harry looked up to see Voldemort knocked towards the barrier on the other side. This was his chance, Voldemort was weakened and he needed to use this opportunity before the dark lord recovered.

Still lying flat on the ground, he watched as Voldemort stood up limping slightly towards him. Without a moment to lose he raised his phoenix wand. Harry knew he wouldn't survive this battle. His vision was blurry now as he gazed at Voldemort. After coughing up some blood he aimed his wand at the blurry form of what he knew was the dark lord.

His arm shook as he held his wand in a vice grip nearly yelling, ""If I'm going to die today, I'll take you along with me!"

Harry's wand glowed briefly, Voldemort's eyes widened in realization. Quietly he finished is spell as he muttered in his battered voice, "Fiendfyre."

Flames forming gigantic serpents, chimeras and dragons streamed from his wand running towards Voldemort. Harry saw the man react by summoning water against the flames creating lots of steam making him laugh. Merlin he truly had gone insane. But his brief moment of insanity ended when the hand he was using to hold his wand burst into pain. The smell of burnt flesh wafted to his nose. Reacting to the pain Harry dropped his wand, clutching his burnt hand towards his chest. Harry noted briefly that a large portion of his arm including his hand was unrecognizable. He watched as his wand hit the ground damaged as the cursed fire reached for his wand and disintegrated it into ash. His wand was destroyed.

"You fool!" Voldemort yelled as he attempted to control the flames. No, that couldn't happen. Harry needed the cursed fire to do its job. He sat up, leaning against the blue ward behind him. His damaged hand reached a hidden pocket in his robe. Harry's burnt hand grasped the familiar feeling of elder wood running it between his fingers. Struggling to release the wand he took a calm breath and raised the Elder Wand. Feeding less magic towards the Barrier Wards he used the last bit of his magic, emptying his magical core he cast his last spell accepting death.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled, matching his own spell with his. It was like the Priori Incanterium as the two spells connected with the exception of no golden beam and being lift off your feet.

The two spells met red against green. Harry could tell Voldemort was also struggling to hold the spell. The two of them ignored the cursed fire that surrounded them. Putting all his emotion and raw power into the spell he looked up, determination crossing his face. Quietly Harry spoke,

"It's over Tom; you won't be able to kill anyone ever again. Even if I lose we'll both die. "

Instead of responding, the look of surprise and slight fear that crossed Voldemort's face was all that was needed. The Elder Wand overpowered Voldemort's own wand. Like what happened fifteen years ago, the curse rebounded hitting the dark lord firmly in the chest.

Voldemort was knocked down by the impact and landed on his back with a heavy thud, his life quickly leaving his body.

Hence, death finally took the man who evaded her for so long.

Harry watched as Voldemort's body, like Nagini, disintegrated into ash, leaving behind the dark robe that Voldemort once wore. Laughing in relief, Harry laid his head back down on the ground, everything was happening too fast. The world spun around him, making him dizzy as he looked at the cursed fire that approached him, hungry to destroy anything in sight. His head throbbed, the scar on his forehead causing lots of headaches. Sighing in pain and relief he looked towards where Voldemort's body once stood, replaced by the cursed fire. As the Fiendfyre came closer, the searing heat causing his eyes to water he felt unimaginable pain as the fire crept his good leg and up to his damaged arm, he couldn't feel the death stick in his grasp, as the flames neared his face. Already knowing what's to come he waited, only to his surprise it didn't come. Where was death?

Breathing haggardly, Harry no longer felt the sweltering heat near his face. Instead, he felt several hands gripping his body, dragging him away from the Fiendfyre. He knew they were too late now, there was nothing they could do.

"HARRY!" Jamie yelled. He ran towards his older brother as fast as he could, their mother trailing behind him.

He was immediately stopped however by Remus, the man grabbed him forcing Jamie to stop.

"Let go of me Moony!" Jamie yelled he fought against Remus slightly guilty that he might have bruised the man.

"I'm sorry Jamie," Remus whispered softly. He glanced briefly at Sirius who was holding Lily.

Just moments ago, Sirius and he were able to take down both Rodolphus and Rabastan LeStrange. Not long after, Bill was able to tear down a portion of the ward allowing them to enter to quickly drag Harry away from the harsh flames. They continued to work tirelessly to contain the cursed fire as many students, Aurors and Order members joining in to help. The death eaters fleeing when their leader fell and the centaurs emerged out of the forest to join the fray. As many lay injured on the floor Sirius quickly called for help, several healers including Madame Pomfrey that resided in Hogwarts due to the ministry take over quickly approached the injured. James was currently being intended to by two other healers as well.

Looking back at Harry he grunted in pain when Jamie hit his gut fighting to get to him. Sadly, Remus had to hold him back, the healers needed space to heal Harry's broken body. Gazing at Prongslet his body looked worse for wear, half of his body was burnt, his skin was gone and exposing his flesh, his left leg was broken in an odd angle and there was a huge cut running along his left arm. Three healers including Madame Pomfrey worked tirelessly to heal the many bruises and small cuts that littered his body. But it was not enough, the huge cut on his arm could not be healed by a simple healing charm. The blood that heavily leaked from the very wound that needs to be healed quickly to prevent further blood loss. The Matron herself tried to force multiple potions down Harry's throat, only for Harry to cough them out in pain. Pomfrey attempted to cast another diagnostic charm again, Harry batted her wand away, trying to brush off the multiple healers that attempted to hold him down. In response, Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry for a moment, only to drop her wand in sorrow as she looked towards them. At their questioning stares, she gave them a nodded, gesturing them to let go of Jamie and Lily.

"Harry!" Jamie yelled as Remus let go of him. He ran over towards his brother's body leaning over and taking the other hand that wasn't burnt. "Mom, Harry's not breathing properly."

Jamie looked towards the Matron his eyes wide, "Can't you do something!"

Pomfrey shook her head, "It's not that simple. Magic can't heal the burning inflicted by the cursed fire. What's more difficult is Harry won't accept the potions we use to heal his internal bleeding, we can't even force them down as he's already having trouble breathing as it is."

Once again, one of the Matron's subordinate's attempted to cast another diagnostic charm, only for Harry to take his hand out of Jamie's grip to weakly bat their wand away.

Lily who arrived at her son's side grabbed the wrist of the very same arm, "Harry stop it! Can't you see they're trying to help you?"

Harry ignored her pleas, looking at the sky above as he breathed heavily. Straining his eyes open, he turned towards his family.

"I'm sorry."

"Harry?!" Lily cried out.

Jamie looked on, just as worried. He was in shock, one moment their dad was injured then the next Harry was battling Voldemort. Now, he was badly injured and was losing too much blood while struggling to breathe.

Harry looked at the both of them, even glancing towards their dad who was badly injured and was unconscious with other injured Aurors being attended to by healers.

"Mrs. Potter he's losing too much blood."

"Harry no!" Jamie shouted.

Jamie didn't know what to do, feeling overwhelmingly helpless. There was nothing they could do, his mother was panicking and his father was injured badly. Looking at his brother's body his eyes widened slightly in horror. Harry's body was half burnt with almost no skin, his robes torn exposing his body that was littered with bruises and small cuts smeared with blood and ash from the fire.

"I'm fine Jamie."

Harry glanced at his brother's face, a sad smile graced his features as emerald green eyes of their mother's locked into his own.

Jamie swallowed deeply, a tear sliding down his face. "But-"

"No Jamie. Don't apologize, it's not your fault."

Jamie's mouth hung open. How could Harry say something like that, of course, it was his fault. It should have been him not Harry.

Said brother coughed up some more blood trying his best to stay conscious.

"Tell dad it's not his fault. It's no one's fault." Harry then squeezed the hand that held his very own left hand. It was his mother's hand.

Lily Potter cried softly as she brushed the bangs of her son's raven-haired locks, "Oh Harry."

Harry only smiled in response, coughing another fit of blood. Lily felt her son's hand grow limp in her arms as Harry leaned his head to the side, staring ahead to gaze at where her husband laid further ahead, being attended to by a healer. Lily watched as Harry's eyes, her eyes glazed, the life from within vanishing. What was left was a content smile that remained on his lips. His stomach no longer rising, he stopped breathing Lily realized. Putting her head to his chest she heard silence, not a sound of her son's heart beating. He was dead.

Holding the limp body of her son clutching him close to her chest she cried, nearly screaming, begging for Harry to wake up. While Jamie was watching, tears falling down his cheek as he silently cried over the loss of his brother.

The occupants in the room could only watch in sorrow as their hero died. Those who knew the young man personally joined the two in their grief. Sadness washed over the hall, the loss was great.

Will my father be alright?

Harry batted the healer's wand a second time, he spoke softly of calm words to his mother and brother. He winced slightly as the small movement only increased the pain in his body. Merlin, the woman lied to him when she said it was painless. At least some parts of his body he couldn't feel a thing now. Turning his head towards the direction he knew where his father lay and questioned,

Bloody hell, just answer the damn question, will you?

Although his vision was blurry, she was the only exception. Harry could see her perfectly. The woman gave him a mocking smile as she loomed over the hazy figure of what Harry knew was his father and a healer. Looking at him she raised an eyebrow,

Unfortunately yes.

With her response, Harry could only help but smile in content. Making sure, he saw the hazy form of his father's stomach rising, a clear sign that his father was breathing, that he was alive. Sighing in relief, Harry coughed out some more blood watching her approach him slowly. He was thankful he managed to convince the Centaurs to fight. Of course, they only agreed should he defeat Voldemort. At least with them and the remaining witches and wizards that survived, the death eaters would be forced to run. Another danger prevented.

Easing himself for death's embrace Harry watched her offer him her hand, the woman was now in front of him.

Are you ready?

Harry didn't need to nod, she already knew the answer. As he embraced death, the last thing Harry felt was the pain leaving him and the heat from the cursed fire he felt running through his veins subsided. Like his ancestor centuries ago, Harry greeted death as an old friend and went with her to the next world.

AN: If I wrote anything wrong (spelling, grammar and etc.) please don't kill me, I admit my writing is not the best (*Cries in the corner*). I might have mentioned it in my other stories that writing fight scenes is difficult for me (that's why I write in the first place; to have fun and improve my writing) so if you're not satisfied I'll try my best to improve my writing next time. I did try my best to stick close to the books (sort of) so some scenes will be similar to the book/ movie.

Just to clear things up, canon Harry is basically my current OC Jamie. My Harry is born in 1978, not 1980 when canon Harry was born. Meaning, Jamie came out as the 'supposed' Boy-Who-Lived. Also, Harry was a part of Hogwarts' first years in 1989 (the same year as Lee Jordan, Fred and George Weasley and etc.). That explains why he is friends with the Weasley twins and many other characters who were much older than canon Harry. If you're still confused, things will make sense as the story goes. (In fact, I don't need to explain it in the AN but I just thought it might be best to give you readers a heads up just in case)

Please review; I always value your opinions.

Sincerely,

Elina Peverall;)