Hey everyone! Thanks for the reviews and favorites and all ;) They mean a lot to me!
I apologize in advance for the corny ending, but I am just HORRIBLE at writing them. :/ I tried not to just jump into the end, but re-reading it… it kind of seems like it went a little quickly. If anyone has suggestions to change it, I'd be grateful! :)
I hope you all like the last chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
"It's not over yet," Harry spat.
"Really?" Voldemort chuckled. "What makes you say that?"
Voldemort started circling around Harry, who kept his loathing eyes on his.
"Are you implying that you are going to defeat me- the most powerful wizard that ever lived?" Voldemort continued. Several Death Eaters laughed at this.
"He can beat you any day!" Colin Creevey's voice was heard from the crowd. Many voices agreed.
"I see you've brought your little friends with you," Voldemort scoffed. "Are they here to help you, Potter? Are you afraid you can't defeat me alone?" Voldemort let out another cruel laugh.
"You're right to be afraid," he continued. "After all, I can destroy you at any second." He stopped circling Harry and stood right in front of him.
"I can do things more cruel than you could have ever imagined," he spat. "Things you would never have dreamed I could do." Voldemort paused. "Hmm? At a loss for words, Potter?"
Harry gripped his wand tightly as the Death Eaters laughed again.
"You should be," Voldemort smirked. "I am more powerful than you could ever be. Neither of us can live while the other survives, is that right? I know the precise meaning of it."
Voldemort started circling Harry once more.
"Ever since that prophesy was made, I've gathered all the facts. They pointed straight to you," Voldemort's eyes were full of hatred. "As you know, I couldn't kill you because your dear mummy died to save you."
Voldemort's Death Eaters cackled.
"This time," Voldemort started. "No one is in my way. I could destroy you this very second and everything would be over."
"I could do the same to you!" Harry yelled.
"Really?" Voldemort's eyes shot to his and he laughed. "Let me explain further."
Harry's grip on this wand tightened even more. He was ready to shoot a curse at any moment.
"Neither of us can live while the other survives," Voldemort repeated. "The one who lives will be me."
"Hmm…" Voldemort let a sly smile spread across his face. "Harry Potter." He stood for a second time right in front of Harry. "A name that after tonight people will speak with pity."
Harry pulled out his wand and shouted. "Expelliarmus!" Voldemort was too quick, though. He repelled the spell with the flick of his own wand.
He laughed again, "Is that the best you can do?"
Harry glared, holding his wand at the ready.
"Allow me to show you how it's done," Voldemort quickly held up his wand and shouted "Crucio!"
Harry dove out of the way just in time, and the curse just missed Ron who was several yards behind him, who stepped to the side at the last second.
Voldemort's look of victory slightly faded from his face. "Well, you know how to play don't you, Potter? Too bad that's the last time you'll escape from my grasp."
Harry and Voldemort circled again.
"It's a pity you're skills are not good enough," he finished. Harry felt a strong feeling of hatred inside himself. He remembered Bellatrix's words about unforgivable curses. "You have to mean them." He meant it more than ever. Harry raised his wand at the same second as Voldemort did and they both shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
Everything seemed to play in slow-motion. The look on Voldemort's face was of pure hatred, and Harry's matched it almost exactly. Harry could hear shouts and screams coming from the crowd. One of the loudest of all was Mrs. Weasley. The jets of green light were traveling toward one another. The curses collided and exploded, throwing Harry and Voldemort both back. A loud gasp erupted from the crowd. Everything was fuzzy in Harry's mind. He felt the cold floor beneath him. He gasped for a breath, and slightly opened his eyes. He saw Voldemort on the ground on the other side of the hall. Harry felt the hatred surge back through him and he jumped up. The crowd gasped in surprise, and Harry aimed his wand straight at Voldemort's chest.
Just as he was about to cast the spell, Voldemort's arm shot up and he pointed his wand straight back at Harry. "You can't do it, boy!" he growled in between clenched teeth.
"Why do you say that?" Harry bellowed. "I just did not a minute ago!"
"You can't do it," Voldemort repeated. A loathing look was plastered across his face. But there was something else there that no one had ever seen before- it was fear. "You won't be able to. You don't have the strength."
Harry paused and glared at him, thinking about his last words. What did he mean, he doesn't have the strength? Even though he was lost in thought, Harry didn't lower his wand a centimeter.
"It's like you said. You performed an unforgivable curse only a minute ago. You don't have the strength to repeat it," Voldemort sneered.
Harry didn't know how to respond to this. He wasn't much of an expert when it came to unforgivable curses. He held his gaze to Voldemort's cold, serpent-like face. Voldemort sat up a little more, causing Harry to snap his wand closer to Voldemort's chest. Voldemort saw Harry's vulnerability and laughed at him.
"You're inexperienced, Potter," he spat. "Unlike me, the powerful Dark Lord. I can send as many unforgivable curses as I want. You were lucky to conjure one."
"Don't give in, Harry!" Neville's voice rang through the hall. There were approvals of Neville's statement before the entire hall fell dead silent once more.
Harry didn't know exactly what to do, but he did have an inkling. He didn't want to give Voldemort another moment to shoot a curse at him and end it all then and there. He wanted to be the first one to fire. His mind quickly came to the decision to cast the killing curse, paying no heed to Voldemort's taunts. Quickly, before Voldemort could react, he let the words jump out of his mouth.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry yelled. This time, the green light traveled directly from his wand to Voldemort, and Voldemort was flipped over by the force. He laid with his back against the hard, stone floor. His eyes rolled into his head. That was it. Everything was over. Suddenly, cheers erupted from the crowd and the Death Eaters immediately fled. He did it. Harry defeated Lord Voldemort- the most powerful Dark Wizard in the world.
The crowd started running toward Harry and shouts could be heard from every direction. The first person to reach him was Mrs. Weasley. She wrapped him in a tight hug and cried. Arthur jumped up to him and said, "You did it, Harry! You've saved us all!"
Ron slapped him on the back and Hermione took her turn hugging Harry. "Harry, you defeated Voldemort!" Hermione squeaked. Ron nodded and hugged him too. "Great job, mate!"
Fred and George came next. "Blimey, Harry!" Fred laughed. "Good show!" They both shook Harry's hands and smiled at him.
Ginny pushed George out of her way and flung her arms around Harry's neck. Harry returned the hug. She finally pulled away and looked into his eyes. She was silently crying, but a smile was on her face. Harry leaned in and they kissed. It was short, but very sweet.
They hesitantly broke apart as Luna and Neville ran to the scene. "Wow, Harry!" Luna smiled. "You've done it again." Harry smiled back. "To think that this is the greatest day in the history of magic, and we were here to experience it all!" Neville exclaimed.
The others gave Harry their congratulations, and he felt elated. Even though this was the happiest moment of his life, he was extremely worn out. He could feel the sweat resting on his forehead and the fading sting of the cuts and scrapes covering his body. His heart was still beating unnaturally fast. He took a deep breath just as Professor McGonagall looked his way. She gave him a smile which he returned, and immediately knew that all he needed was to get back home.
Harry was grateful that McGonagall made him go back to the Burrow with the Weasleys and Hermione. One by one they arrived by Floo Powder, and one by one they crashed onto the couches. They were chattering happily about everything that happened. Harry glanced at Ginny who mirrored his action. She blushed and they both looked away. While everyone else was busy talking, Harry motioned for Ginny to step outside with him.
As soon as they stepped out of the house, they saw fireworks going off in all directions. Ginny smiled.
"Well, Mr. Potter," she mocked Rita Skeeter. "You've just defeated Lord Voldemort. How does it feel?"
"Brilliant," Harry smiled at her. "I'm exhausted, but it feels brilliant."
"You were amazing, Harry," Ginny looked up at him.
"Thanks," Harry mumbled. He'd heard that so many times already. He returned her gaze.
"Um..." Ginny broke them out of their trance after several long moments. "We should probably go back inside."
"Yeah," Harry agreed. He held his hand out to her, and she grabbed a hold of it. They walked inside, to where everyone else was.
"Is anyone hungry?" Molly asked.
There were lots of 'Oh, yes's and nodding. She waved her wand and the table was suddenly crammed with food. Everyone grabbed their plates and piled up as much food as they could. There were also bottles of butterbeer set out. Harry sighed gratefully and let Mrs. Weasley tend to his injuries while he ate. He felt the breezes of the many spells, and turned his attention to his food. Once everyone had what they wanted, and were seated, Fred and George tapped their glasses.
"We would like to propose a toast," Fred announced. Everyone's heads turned to Harry, and smiles were sent to him from every direction.
"To Harry Potter," Everyone raised their glasses as George led the same toast as wizards and witches everywhere did 16 years ago. "The boy who lived."
Like I said, I apologize for the ending… I didn't know what to write. Any suggestions?
Thank you a million times for taking the time to read my story! I really appreciate it. :D Please leave a review!
~Megan
