Chapter 12

Harry lay there on the ground, his sword inches away as Voldemort taunted him with his sword pointing right at Harry's neck.

"Any last words?" Voldemort sneered.

Ginny gasped upon hearing those three words. She quickly grabbed the nearest thing to her, which was a priceless vase and threw it directly at Voldemort.

To Ginny's surprise, the vase directly hit Voldemort's head causing the man to stumble slightly to the side. Voldemorts stumble gave Harry the chance he needed to retrieve his sword and attack Voldemort again.

Ginny watched fearfully as Harry fought the red-eyed man. Her nails dug into the doorframe as her teeth chewed her lip anxiously.

Millions of thoughts were racing through Harry's head as he tried to concentrate on the battle he was slowly losing. He began to tire as he repeatedly blocked the powerful blows that would surely finish him.

Just after he blocked another blow from Voldemort's sword, he felt the man's foot hook round his and pull sharply, causing Harry to fall backwards. Voldemort then hit him with the hilt of his sword, flinging Harry into the wall.

Ginny heard the sickening thud of Harry's head hitting the wall and watched him slide down the wall. She didn't know what came over her, but suddenly she launched herself towards Voldemort clawing at his face.

She could hear Harry's shouts of her to run, but it was too late for that.

She yelped in pain when she felt Voldemort grab her hair and yanking it painfully back. She whimpered in agony as he pulled her face to meet his.

"That wasn't a very wise move was it?" He sneered then threw her to the floor.

She landed with a thud in front of Harry who instantly pulled her into his arms and sat her behind him.

"So you wish to die first then Potter?" Voldemort hissed, wiping away the blood from one of the cuts that littered his face.

Harry glared at Voldemort, shielding Ginny with his body.

"Why are you doing this?" Ginny whispered into Harry's ear as Voldemort walked towards his sword.

"Doing what?" Harry questioned, staring at Voldemort as he attempted to concentrate and stop his sight from blurring.

"Protecting me," Ginny answered staring at him, as she moved her head to look at the side of his face.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment, questioning to tell her his feelings. He might never get the chance to, considering as he could barely stand without going dizzy. Also he had no weapon to defend either himself or Ginny.

"I care for you," He whispered, still staring at Voldemort as he approached.

"Over the short time I've known you, it feels like you've cast a spell over me, making me long for your presence. I thought I knew what love was once, but when I met you it changed my opinion on it. I'm beginning to think I love you Ginny." He turned his head so he was staring directly into her eyes, showing her all the emotions in them.

Ginny gasped as he finished his sentence. She stared into his too shocked to speak. She started to move her mouth when suddenly Voldemort's foot connected with Harry's chest, knocking the wind out of him and making him fall back into Ginny.

"Any last words Potter?" Voldemort sneered for the second time as he pressed the tip of his sword against Harry's neck.

"Yes, actually I do." Harry grinned. "Behind you."

Voldemort turned sharply and was met with Draco's sword going through his stomach.

"You talk too much," Draco stated plainly, pulling his sword out of the man's stomach and pushing him over to the side.

"You sure took your time," Harry glared then broke out into a grin. "Thank you I owe you."

Draco grinned back, "I'll remember this when I need a favor."

"I'm sure you will." Harry answered frowning then muttered so Ginny could only hear him. "Not."

Ginny giggled, quietly smiling at the raven-haired man.

Draco offered his hand out to Harry who gratefully took it and was yanked to his feet by Draco.

Harry then turned to Ginny and offered her his hand, which she took and he hauled her up, wincing slightly at the pain that shot through his now bruised ribs.

"Can we talk later?" Harry asked, glancing at her with pleading eyes.

Ginny nodded, smiling sadly as she realized she hadn't told him how she felt. But to be honest she didn't know how she felt, her head was troubled after what had just happened.

"I'll go see how your mother and father are doing," Ginny smiled, walking out the room making sure she didn't glance at the body of Voldemort.

Harry watched her leave, smiling sadly to himself.

"Am I missing something?" Draco asked, looking between the door and Harry.

"I'll tell you later," Harry mumbled, turning round to face the body of Voldemort. To his horror the body was no longer there.

His eyes widened, as he turned round and saw the man holding a gun and pointing it straight at Draco, who had his back turned.

"A sword won't kill me," Voldemort hissed one hand was against his bloody chest whilst the other held the gun that pointed directly at Draco.

"This is a gift from me to you," Voldemort said, cocking the gun, then pulled the trigger.

Acting on a pure instinct Harry launched forward and pushed Draco out of the way, the bullet piercing his skin.

"Harry!" Draco yelled as he scrambled towards his best friend, who was clutching his shoulder his face scrunched up in pain.

"Why?" Draco choked out, glaring at his friend. "Why take the bullet?"

"A bullet for a bullet," Harry coughed, "except that I shot you, instead of you being shot by someone else."

Draco's lips twitched, "You're such a noble git."

"Sorry to interrupt this lover's moment, but I think you better say goodbye," Voldemort cackled his red eyes alight with joy.

Draco glared dangers at Voldemort, "I hope one day you rot in hell"

"That maybe so, but I'll see you there." Voldemort hissed. "You do after all have bad blood running through you, isn't that right Malfoy?"

"I'm nothing like him," Draco snarled, his fist clenching as he continued to glare.

"Keep telling yourself that," Voldemort smirked, then raised his gun and aimed it towards Draco. "Say goodbye then Mr. Malfoy."

Bang!

"You first," James muttered darkly. Draco turned to stare at the shocked face of Voldemort, who was clutching his chest where a new hole was.

Voldemort began to mutter curses but was cut short, when he began to choke on the red liquid that was pouring down his chin out of his mouth. Then suddenly he collapsed on the floor, his chest no longer moving, his eyes lifeless.

James sighed a sigh of relief and leaned against his wife and daughter who were holding him up.

Draco hauled Harry up and let him lean against him.

"Mother," Harry began his words slightly slurred. "I think you need to do a bit a stitching."

Lily smiled at her son, tears slowly flowing down her cheeks.

Ginny walked over to Harry and took his other arm, and pulled it round her shoulder. Draco smiled gratefully towards her.

"Where's Sirius?" James asked, looking worriedly round for his friend.

"Right here" came a weak voice from the window followed by a loud bark.

James grinned at his muddy and bloody friend. "Good fight?"

Sirius grinned back goofily, "You bet."

"Men," Lily tutted. "Come along boys looks like I have to patch you up."

"Yes ma'am" They all muttered as Lily exited the room along with everyone else.

I'm afraid to say guys that the next chapter is the last. :(

I know I haven't updated it forever? But I've been living at my boyfriends (who's mum is a family friend) since theres no room at my house cause of the brats.

But I will update soon and as for my other stories, which are still being written... well I dunno I don't know if I'm going to upload them, only because I'm not well (so I can't write atm) and I have had no time to continue them and so my ideas have just all gone.

Well just have to see thank you to my lovely reviewers who haven't given up on me. :) And my beta xD