A/N Hey a quick shout out to MegaMegan, a reviewer from chapter eight: Thanks for saying it was wicked but it's nearly over now. Thanks for reviewing as well, as you can see I don't have many reviews… Sad, sad, so I really appreciate it.
But anyway, on with the show, well, story!
The Boy Who Lived
Spells flew everywhere, flashes of red light, green light, blue light, any light but good light. They had caught the Death Eaters off guard, literally crawling up on them from on the wet ground in the thick mist. They counted to three and jumped up, shouting curses to the six Death Eaters that were laughing at Ron's pain. Harry shouted 'expelliarmus' to Voldemort and it hit him in the chest, throwing him backwards.
Harry ran up to Ron and fell beside him.
"Ron? Ron!" He shouted, "Ron wake up!"
Ron stirred and Harry hugged him as tightly as he could. "Sorry mate, Malfoy got me," Ron wheezed.
Harry's eyes narrowed but stayed as his own, he looked over to the Death Eater Ginny was fighting, and sure enough, it was Lucious Malfoy.
He looked back at Ron and said, "Its ok mate, you're safe now."
"Harry!" Ron shouted quickly.
Harry whipped round and saw Voldemort towering above him. Before he had time to think of what to do, he was in agony, screaming at the pain. But he didn't ask for it to stop when it suddenly did. He panted and saw Voldemort on the floor once again; then he looked round and saw Ginny smiling triumphantly.
Harry clenched his fists again, reading to punch her. Had he not said to leave Voldemort to him? He believed he'd said that to all of them. His anger rose as Voldemort stood back up and pointed his wand at Ginny. Harry jumped up and directed his wand at Voldemort's chest before he had struck a terrified Ginny; anger still building inside of him.
"Go on then Harry," Voldemort whispered, "Kill me."
Harry was a bit taken aback by the abrupt conversation and his expression obviously showed this.
"I don't think you have it in you, Harry Potter," He said airily.
"What makes you think that?" Harry replied.
Everyone else had now stopped fighting, half the Death Eaters had been stunned and were on the floor, and Hermione was nuzzling Ron. Fred, George, Ginny and some of the Death Eaters watched them in the middle of the field, waiting with baited breath, some wanting Harry to die, some wishing Voldemort did.
"Harry, you were going to get your father to kill me for you…"
"You mean my father that you killed?" Harry cut in before Voldemort finished.
"Yes Harry, the father I killed," He replied, smiling. "Now, as I was saying; you were going to get your father to kill me; you had an old man helping you to find all my Horcruxes, which he basically did for you…"
"You mean Dumbledore?" Harry cut in sarcastically, "The man who I was extremely close to? Who, wait, yes… Who you killed?"
"Yes Harry, the old man I killed," Voldemort replied, shifting slightly, "But if you don't mind, we don't have to go through every person I've killed in my life, as we'd be here for a very long time," the Death Eaters watching laughed a little, "If you want to kill me, just do it Harry."
Harry looked at him; he was smiling at him, the cheek of him. It was strange for Harry though, he had wanted to be at this moment in his life for so many months now, but now that he was here, he couldn't get angry enough. The conscious Death Eaters started to laugh at Harry standing staring at Voldemort. A smirk appeared on Voldemort's face and he said, "See? You can't do it Harry," slyly.
Anger bubbled inside him, he had never been so angry with anyone in his life, so why on earth could he not muster the strength to kill this man? This thing that had killed all his happiness, destroyed his entire family and life? Slowly Harry lowered his glare from Voldemort to the floor, once silent tear falling to the ground.
"I told you Harry, you are not your father," Voldemort said, almost calmly, "Now, if you would be so kind as to not put up much of a fight, I'll kill you, once and for all!" Voldemort finished at a shout and raised his wand as the Death Eaters cheered.
"No!" Hermione and Ginny shouted together and ran forward. But before they had gotten to Harry, there had been a shout, louder than they'd ever heard before…
"Crucio!"
Voldemort was on the floor, jerking and screaming, screaming for his life. And Harry loved every second of it. All his anger seeped through his wand, making the curse even worse; Voldemort scratched himself, and begged for it to stop, but Harry smirked on at him, an evil grin that burnt into his soul.
Meanwhile, the Death Eaters had tried to curse Harry but Fred, George, Ginny, Hermione and Ron had blocked the spells and were fighting them. The Death Eaters tried to save their master, but every time one of them got close to Harry one of the five stopped them.
"Harry!" Hermione called to him, "We can't hold them for that long!"
Her voice seemed miles away to him, who was enjoying the curse too much to stop.
"Harry! Stop now!" Fred or George called; Harry couldn't tell.
"Harry!" Ginny screamed at him, bringing him back to reality.
He stopped cursing Voldemort and stood panting on the spot, staring at the still body on the ground. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at him too.
"Is he…"
"Have you…"
Voices began to ask questions but didn't quite get to finish them, their shock was too much.
Slowly, the body of Voldemort was pushed into a sitting position. And, even more slowly, his head rose to stare into Harry's eyes. A deadly stare that froze Harry to the spot. His wand raised in his hand, slowly to come level to Harry's chest.
Harry looked down to his chest where Voldemort's wand was pointing, but before he knew it, he looked back up and saw a bright green light come towards him. There were screams and shouts and cheers and laughs, but Harry stopped hearing and seeing as he was tossed backwards off his feet. Everything went black as night.
"No, Harry!"
"Mate, no…"
"Oh Harry! I love you!"
"Harry…"
There were laughs from deep voices and cries from high ones. There were people towering, crying on him, talking so he couldn't breathe in any oxygen.
"Ron! What are we going to do?"
"Kill the lot of them, that's what I say!"
"We can't do that; HE is too powerful!"
"No he's not! He caught Harry off guard!"
"OH HARRY!"
"Ginny, shut up!"
"No! He's opened his eyes…" She whispered quietly.
Harry breathed heavily as he saw Ginny, then Hermione, Ron, Fred and George.
"Harry!" Hermione cried.
Ron elbowed her side and whispered for her to start crying. She caught on quickly and pretended to cry loudly, and Ginny followed her lead.
"Harry," Ron whispered to him, "You're alive!"
"I seem to be…" Harry replied, soon catching his breath. It was unbelievable, he felt unharmed, a little headache maybe, but he supposed that was from the fall to the floor. "He thinks I'm dead?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah mate, what are you going to do?" Ron asked quickly, still pretending to cry like the others.
"Kill him," Harry replied quite surely.
Before Ron had a chance to say anything else, Harry pushed himself up; he wobbled a little on the spot, but stood quite still, staring at Voldemort's back. He was handing out orders, still weak on his feet from Harry's curse. Most of the Death Eaters were laughing and cheering, but then, one of them saw Harry standing, clearly alive, staring at his master.
The Death Eater quickly pointed behind Voldemort, who turned around slowly and a look of utter horror struck his face.
Harry smirked at him and whispered, "I win," in the silence. Before anyone said or did anything, Harry said it. "Avada Kadavra."
Green light flew towards Voldemort and hit him square on in the chest. He was lifted into the air and thrown across the field. There was a loud thud as everyone looked on in amazement.
Lucious Malfoy edged over to his master in the silence. Putting a hand on his arm, he turned and looked at his fellow Death Eaters, then across to Harry, a worried look in his eyes.
"Stun them!" Harry shouted.
Immediately his friends began stunning the Death Eaters before they got a chance to disapparate. Harry stood shell-shocked at what he had done. It couldn't have been true… Voldemort was gone forever…
In a matter of seconds all the Death Eaters had been stunned and the five of his friends looked over at him. They all began to shout with joy and run over to him, but when he started walking towards Voldemort, and then knelt down next to him, they stopped and went silent. Harry felt the arm of his enemy, and he was, indeed, dead; it was freezing cold and there was no pulse to be found. Then, for a reason unbeknown to Harry, he started to cry. Endless tears flooded from his eyes. Ginny walked slowly up to him and put a hand on his shoulder as she also cried. He turned round to see the others and watched Hermione cry, Fred and George beam with delight and Ron, just smile at him, like a good friend would.
"We should go back Harry," Ginny suggested after a few minutes.
"No," He replied quietly.
"What?" Hermione broke in.
"I… I don't know why, but I don't want to leave," Harry replied.
"Mate, we need to go," Ron said, walking up behind him.
"I want to watch him rot," Harry said.
"Well that might take a few years, so come back when we're twenty, yeah?" Ron joked and Harry even chuckled a little. It was so good to laugh about something; he hadn't laughed for so long.
"Come on mate, time to go," Ron said, helping Harry onto his feet.
As soon as Harry stood up, however, he fell straight back down to the floor.
"Harry?" Fred said cautiously.
"I'm tired," He said quietly, "My head hurts…"
The world was blurring around him, and he was having trouble keeping his eyes open and his head up.
"It's ok Harry, we'll get you back to Hogwarts," Hermione said, taking hold of his shoulder. But he couldn't remember any more after that.
A/N Wow, Voldemort is dead people… DEAD! WOW!! Be happy! But what's wrong with Harry?? Hhhmmm….
