Another short one. I know this goes on a lot longer in the book, but I didn't see the point of re-writing what JKR has done so much better.
Chapter 12
Then, from nowhere, there was a shout of: "Protego!" and a shield charm sprung up between Molly and Voldemort. And incredibly, impossibly, Harry was there, circling Voldemort; and the cries of delight around them were stifled by fear, and silence fell.
"I don't want anyone else to try to help … It's got to be like this. It's got to be me." Harry's voice was loud in the silent Hall.
Bill's head was spinning. He had lost a lot of blood, and was still bleeding. The pain from his reopened scars was becoming unbearable. He was struggling to remain conscious, to understand what was going on. Then Charlie was back beside him, his arm round his shoulders, keeping him upright as they watched the exchange between Harry and Voldemort. "Avada Kedavra!" "Expelliarmus!" Voldemort's and Harry's spells were almost simultaneous, and Voldemort's wand was flying through the air, and Harry was catching it, and Voldemort was falling, and he was dead, and it was over.
Bill felt Charlie hauling him to his feet, and then the pair of them were in the crowd around Harry, laughing and yelling and crying, and trying to reach him. Then, as Bill drew back from the melee in the centre of the Hall, Fleur was in his arms once more, crying out in shock as she saw his bloodstained face and robes and the reopened scars on his cheek and forehead. And he was trying to tell her that he was okay, that she did not need to worry, but the world was turning black around him, and he was falling …