Chapter Three - The End of It All

After weeks of searching and finding no new leads Harry had a sinking feeling, but would not rest until Voldemort was at least located. Harry combed his hand through his hair thoughtfully. Where would the bastard be hiding? Harry thought, as he has done all of those last weeks. Harry was asleep in the chair in front of the fireplace in mere minutes.

Come now, Harry, a cold shrill voice said, the voice of Voldemort.

Not having troubles finding me are you? Well if you really want to

know, I'm i-

Harry!…Harry! Wake up! It was Tonks he saw as his eyes shot open

What is it, Tonks? Harry asked, urgently, feeling more awake than a normal person would at being forced out of sleep.

It's Death Eaters, they are attacking Ottery St. Catchpole as we speak, Tonks said hurriedly.

I'll send Moody, Lupin and Kingsley to assist. Harry said, breathlessly. And I'll be along too

Harry, there's something else, Death Eaters are attacking a small village called Little Hangleton, do you know it?

Yes, Harry said, Ron, Hermione and I will go there, send some help there as well on your end. Tonks nodded and apparated out.

Harry, Ron and Hermione apparated to Little Hangleton, seeing Death Eaters run rampant all over the village. Joined shortly by aurors, Harry ran to all of them he could see throwing curse after curse. Ron and Hermione had done the same. When all was done in the village, bodies wrapped in black cloaks lie all over the ground. Ron and Hermione had many bruises on their bodies. Ron had a bloody nose, maybe broken. Hermione had a cut down her arm and Harry had sustained the most damage though, having his wand snapped by Voldemort left him somewhat defenseless.

Harry, not knowing what to do closed his eyes and all his fear, anger, happiness, sadness, all flooding him in one moment. Harry opened his eyes, to look at Voldemort who, at the instant Harry opened his eyes, which were blood red down to the pupils, had seen his confidence and resolve crumble.

Avada Kedavra. Voldemort hissed, not knowing what to do.

Protego. Harry exclaimed inside his own thoughts. Looking at Voldemort back peddle for the first time since the war started.

Losing his footing, Voldemort falls to the ground. How did you d-

Sectumsempra, Harry yelled in his mind and a light left his hand and hit Voldemort squarely in the chest cutting him all over his white, pasty body, causing his wand to fall from his hand Harry kicked it away, noticing that Voldemort had not even the ability to reach for his wand again.

Ha-Har--Harry, you c-can't t-take a life. Voldemort sputtered through labored breaths.

Like you said nearly five years ago during my fourth year, Tom, times have indeed changed. Harry said remorselessly.

Harry smiled as the look he wanted to see had washed over Voldemort's face…a look of complete fear. Harry held his hand out, palm facing his long time tormentor.

Avada Kedavra. Harry thought. Voldemort fell limp and lifeless, as the green light emanating from Harry's hand hit him.

It was dark and damp, only Harry, Ron and Hermione remained in the Hangleton Graveyard after the aurors who were wound apparated to St. Mungro's. Other aurors lay lifeless, sacrificing themselves in battle. The battle was over. None of them believing that it was finally over, more so, not believing how Harry had done it, an ability never shown in any witch or wizard, wordless, wandless magic. Voldemort, the former Dark Lord, who was terrorizing all who opposed him, was defeated. Harry, tired and bruised had made his own mark, a lightning bolt. Some would say it was fitting with Harry's scar being in the shape of just that. Voldemort was finally defeated.

How did I pull that off? Harry asked.

Ron spoke up. I don't know, mate, but your eyes were blood red.

Harry looked back, dully. No sleep in more than a week tracking that bastard will do it to a man, Ron.

Wide eyed, Ron replies. No mate, your pupils went from green to red before doing that git in.

What are you talking about? Harry asks perplexed.

It's true. Hermione interjects.

Yeah, it was quite creepy. Ron adds.

Harry looks toward the sky, closes his eyes and a blinding lighthurdles upward. When Harry opened his eyes, a lightning bolt was emblazened across the night sky. Harry dropped to his knees, where Ron and Hermione stand behind him.

Apparate to The Burrow, tell everyone there, Ron, then go to Hogwarts. I have to go to St. Mungro's, I think I have broken ribs. Hermione go to th--. Harry was cut off by Hermione

I'm going with you. Hermione says, not letting him finish.

Hermione, I need you not to fight this right now okay, someone has to tell the Ministry of Magic. Harry says pleadingly.

Harry turns and looks at Hermione and kisses her, don't be angry Mione, please.

Hermione smiles and says Don't think you can just kiss me and get you way, Harry Pot-

Hermione was quieted by another kiss from Harry. Please Mione…

Alright, I'll go. Hermione says, smiling broadly

After Hermione and Ron had apparated to their destinations, Harry remained and dropped to his knees, Voldemort's corpse less than twenty feet from him, Harry put his hand over his ribs, closes his eyes, having not had this done since second year he wasn't sure if what he was doing was going to work or not, but he had to try.

I hope this works. Harry thought and muttered brakia amendo.

Harry felt little twangs of pain before ultimately no pain at all. Harry stood, noticing he hadn't fell forward or backward like a slinky, felt his rib area.

The braggart's jinx actually worked. Harry said in amusemrnt, referring to Gilderoy Lockhart, his defense against the dark arts professor in second year.

Again Harry wondered aloud, how the hell did I do that. Not noticing a man standing just mere feet away.

Only those of the purest heart may use wordless, wandless magic, Harry, another one of my more clever ideas. the voice said.

Harry felt goosebumps form all over him as he pushed it off as being in his head, it had to be in his head, that couldn't possibly be who he heard. Harry turned his had head back, then the rest of him followed suit. Staring back at Harry was a tall, thin man with long silver hair and beard to match. Harry was stunned, he wiped his eyes, this couldn't be real. Harry's knees gave way and he fell to the cold muddy graveyard surface.

Harry stammered for a moment, then with perplexity and confusion on his face and mind, Harry spoke, amazedly, Professor Dumbledore??