Disclaimer- I do not own the Harry Potter series and it's all J. I'm just playing with it.
Authors Note- alright guys I've decided to just skip the whole thing where Harry and Dumbledore have their little chat. So instead I'm just going to pick up where Harry wakes up just so you all know. I thought it would flow better and I didn't really want to change that chapter from the book so there would be no point in putting it in here. This is pretty much going to be the time from where Harry's in the woods until his defeat of Voldemort so it's going to be pretty much a review but in my own words with most of the words from the books. I didn't think I could just take this whole section out so here you guys go and I hope you like it!
Harry woke to being sprawled on the ground at a very awkward angle. He couldn't really remember what had happened but then his memories slowly came back to him. His long talk with Dumbledore at "Kings Cross" and how everything was explained and somehow he was still alive. He didn't move a muscle through all of this because the Death Eaters probably thought him dead, no one could survive the killing curse twice, right? But there were no cries of triumph.
"My Lord... my Lord," Bellatrix whispered softly. Harry had no idea what had happened but obviously something had happened to Voldemort but he didn't dare open his eyes that was one thing working for him and he couldn't give his one thing of leverage away. He also noticed that he still had his wand and cloak upon his person.
"My Lord," Bellatrix said again with a hint of panic in her voice.
"That will do," said Voldemort. Harry opened his eyes a slit and saw Death Eaters surrounding Voldemort and now backing away as he slowly made his way up and when Bellatrix offered her assistance he brutally declined ashamed at his moment of weakness. Harry closed his eyes again and pondered what he had seen. What had happened to Voldemort? He seemed to have fallen unconscious as well as Harry and was now just returning as he had. But what could have caused this? Harry was interrupted while thinking these thoughts by that cold voice.
"Is the boy dead?" No one spoke and no one approached. Was Voldemort afraid that his killing curse hadn't worked again? After a shriek of pain and a command by Voldemort Harry sensed someone approaching. Harry had expected a rough hand to reveal his secret given away by his tell-tale heart but what he received was a surprisingly soft hand held to his heart. He felt her hair trailing across his face blocking Voldemort's and the other death eater's views.
"Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?" she whispered breathing into his ear.
"Yes," he breathed back just as low and barely moving his lips. She seemed to be satisfied and backed away from him.
"He is dead!" she shouted for all to hear and a loud cheer rose up. Harry was so relieved that for some odd reason it happened to be Narcissa Malfoy who was the one to see if he was dead and instead of loyalty to her master she was more worried for her son. Harry didn't know how this happened to arise and could only wonder what had been going through her mind. Had she thought that since Harry was somehow miraculously alive that there was no hope that Voldemort would win? Did she only have a mothers concern for her only child? Whatever it was Harry was just grateful that it had saved his life.
"YES! You see, the boy who lived is dead and at my hand! Watch, Crucio!" Harry had been expecting this once Narcissa had declared him dead Voldemort would want to put on a show and humiliate his body but instead of the intense pain that he felt had only just stopped a moment ago there was nothing. There was no pain his body only rose above the ground and flopped around and Harry tried with all his will to stay lax or else all his ungodly luck would fade.
Voldemort soon grew tired of this game and through his shouts of glee continued on with the rest of his nicely laid out plan.
"Now we need to take him back to the school to show them what has become of their cowardly hero, but who shall carry him? You!" Voldemort said pointing one long claw like finger towards Hagrid who most had forgotten that he was still there. Bellatrix raised her wand and his bonds fell away and she poked him in the back guiding him toward Harry's body.
"Oh, Harry you didn't have to do this, you didn't," Hagrid said in a hoarse whisper when he bent down to pick up his body.
"Wait! Put on his glasses so he is recognizable," Voldemort said as a last request and his glasses were jammed onto his face. He felt his body lifted under him with careful and gentle hands and was pressed against a warm body that cradled him like a baby.
"Gosh Harry you're so cold and-" Hagrid started saying like trying to comfort a small child.
"Quit you bloody blubbering you filthy beast!" a Death Eater spat at him and once again put a silencing charm on him.
The rest of the journey towards the castle was in silence with only the rustle of the witches and wizards robes and of large feet planting themselves firmly upon the earth making it tremble slightly. The past by the centaurs and Hagrid again made an outburst yelling at them and asking why they hadn't fought because it was their fault Harry Potter was dead. All the while Hagrids large tears fell upon the body of Harry Potter soaking through his clothes to his still beating heart which Hagrid had failed to notice so distraught his was at the thought of him dead.
"Stop," a voice said not too far away from Harry which recognized as Voldemort. He could hear the rasping of the dementor's breath and rustling of cloaks but they didn't affect him as he was so full of just plain gratefulness at being alive. Because, he, Harry Potter had not only survived the killing curse once but twice and that filled him up to the tippy top and it seemed the Dementors shied away from the extremely happy thoughts that drove them away.
Harry, while thinking this, was stopped mid thought when a hand touched his face none too soft. It was a hand cold with long slimy fingers and Harry knew it was Voldemort who had touched him and so began fingering his scar probably remembering every detail of the boy who had caused him so much pain and remembering the cold dead look his scared face held. He pulled away then and his voice filled the whole grounds because when last Harry had peeked the trees had been thinning and Harry guessed they must be at the forests edge by now.
"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone.
"The battle is won. You have lost half your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, women, or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together."
There was only silence that followed Vodemort's speech not so much as a whisper. Harry didn't dare open his eyes again for fear that Voldemort would see in such close proximity.
"Come," Voldemort said and Harry felt himself moving again and he chanced to open his eyes. Voldemort was directly in front of him with Nagini across his shoulders out of her mysterious cage. They were heading towards the entrance to the castle now and there was no possible way that Harry could grab his wand and somehow kill the snake right then and there. Hopefully Ron, Hermione, or Neville would be successful where Harry wasn't.
"Harry," Hagrid sobbed. "Oh...Harry...Harry..." He quickly shut his eyes again but not before he saw the large doors coming closer and closer.
"Stop," Voldemort yet again commanded. Harry heard movement around him no doubt the Death Eaters positioning themselves in front of the doors to better slaughter those inside. Harry saw and felt the reddish glow as the doors opened into the Great Hall. Harry waited for the reaction of those he had been tortured and eventually died for as they saw his apparently lifeless body in Hagrid's arms.
"NO!" Harry was terrified at what he heard he knew it would be bad but it was even worse coming from McGonagall. He heard a laugh to the left of him, Bellatrix laughing at the Professors despair at seeing Harry's dead and ravaged body. He squinted again and saw the Great Hall filled with people all crowding around the doors trying to view their hero's dead body to see if it was indeed true. He saw Voldemort in front of him stroking the large snake with a single white finger. Other voices now rose with McGonagall's.
"No!"
"NO!"
"Harry! HARRY!" Hermione's, Ron's, and Ginny's voices now rose above the chaos. Harry so desperately wanted to call back to them to tell them that he was alive maybe not in one piece but he was alive! He forced his voice to be silent though and remain in his dead like pose.
"SILENCE!" Voldemort cried casting a spell that forced them all into a silent mourning.
"It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!"
Harry felt himself being lowered and soon felt the soft grass beneath him.
"You see?" Voldemort said as Harry heard the crunch of grass go back and forth around his body. "Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!"
"He beat you!" Ron said breaking the silence charm as others began chanting the same thing still having hope that maybe their savior wasn't dead as he clearly was right in front of them. But once again their voices were extinguished after another silencing charm was cast.
"He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds," Voldemort said and he relished in the lie, "killed while trying to save himself-" Voldemort was cut off as Harry heard a scuffle, bang, and a grunt of pain as someone charged at Voldemort breaking free from the charms.
"And who is this?" Voldemort hissed. "Who has volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue to fight when the battle is lost?"
Bellatrix laughed as she sneered and spoke the name, "Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The boy who had been giving the Carrows so much trouble! The son of the Aurors, remember?"
"Ah, yes, I remember," Voldemort said as he looked at poor Neville who was unarmed and unprotected in the space between Voldemort and the few survivors left. "But you are pureblood, aren't you, my brave boy?" Voldemort asked of Neville who stood facing him openly defiant no longer the boy who coward in the corner his hands balled into fists and knuckles white.
"So what if I am?" said Neville loudly.
"You show spirit and bravery, and you come of noble stock. You will make a valuable Death Eater. We need your kind, Neville Longbottom."
"I'll join you when hell freezes over," Neville said. "Dumbledore's Army!" he shouted as those in the crowd joined him yet again breaking the silencing charm.
"Very well, if this is your choice, Longbottom, we revert to the original plan. On your head," Voldemort said quietly, "be it." Voldemort then waved his wand and something tattered and torn came shattering out of Hogwarts windows and landed in Voldemorts outstretched hand, the sorting hat.
"There will be no more sorting as Hogwarts School. There will be no more houses. The emblem, shield, and colors of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, will suffice for everyone. Wont they, Neville Longbottom?"
He pointed his want at the young Longbottom and the sorting hat landed upon his head covering his eyes and pulled all the way down past his ears.
"Neville here is going to demonstrate what happens to anyone foolish enough to continue to oppose me," Voldemort finished and with a flick of his wand the hat was in flames. Screams broke the silence as Neville could do nothing to stop the hat from burning him to a crisp and couldn't even utter a scream himself. Many things happened at that moment though, centaurs rushed from the forest attacking the Death Eaters, people charged from within the castles, and everything erupted into chaos once again. Harry knew that this was his moment to act and he needed to save Neville so he turned and slipped the cloak over himself and went to Neville but at the same time Neville broke the curse that bound him and pulled Gryffindors sword from within it. He grasped the sword and sliced Naginis head from where it was curled around Voldemort and it spun across the sky streaking blood everywhere. Voldemort let out a scream one of terrible agony at his last horcrux and before Voldemort could retaliate against Neville Harry cast a shielding charm between them protecting Neville. Screams and battle cries filled the air but one was of desperation.
"Harry? Where is Harry? Harry!" Hagrid yelled at no one in particular. He was supposed to protect that small boy he first met in that terrible shack on a rock. He remembered that small boy and he saw him grow up and he saw him die. He was Hagrid and he was supposed to protect the students and make sure they are well taken care of but he had lost the most important, Harry Potter.
Harry ran into the Great Hall following the crowd rushing in but still hidden beneath the cloak. Everything was chaos. There were centaurs, giants, and house elves running around everywhere even Kreacher who was at the head with the fake locket bouncing on his chest. Harry saw Death Eaters going down fast everyone with fresh new zest that they could still defeat the Dark Lord they needed to defeat him for Harry who they still thought was dead. They needed to defeat him for all those they had already lost. Harry cast shielding charm after shielding charm protecting the unsuspecting victims of Voldemorts curses but he still couldn't get a clear shot of the man himself, if you could still call him a man. Harry tried in vain to get close enough to Voldemort but he was worried he would miss and get an innocent.
Voldemort was now dueling Slughorn, Kingsley, and McGonagall all at once but unable to finish him while close by Hermione, Luna, and Ginny were all battling Bellatrix Lestrange. A strong hatred filled Harry and he made his way towards Bellatrix as he saw a killing curse narrowly miss Ginny but someone beat him to it.
"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!" a high voice said and Harry realized it was Mrs. Weasley. Harry couldn't believe it and he watched as Mrs. Weasley battled hard and quick with something Harry had never seen in her and then he saw Bellatrix fall. She still had that last laugh on her face as Sirius and Fred had but it quickly changed to confusion as she realized that she had lost and then Bellatrix was no more as she was overwhelmed and Harry assumed killed for her trouble.
Harry then after seeing Bellatrix fall made his way back to Voldemort who was still battling the three adults but seeing his most loyal servant fall gave an anguished scream and in one large blast sent the three duelers hurtling backwards and raised his wand towards Molly Weasley. But before he could cast the spell Harry raised his own and said,
"Protego!"
Voldemort turned and looked for the source of the shield and found Harry finally revealing himself from beneath the invisibility cloak. Shock shown on his face and many others as they realized that Harry was somehow alive still. Harry and Voldemort unconsciously circled each other and began the duel that would be retold for many lifetimes and never forgotten. The story of how Harry Potter vanquished the Dark Lord.
"I don't want anyone else to try to help," Harry said warning others not to come near in a loud voice. "It's got to be like this. It's got to be me."
"Potter doesn't mean that. That isn't how he works, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter?"
"Nobody, there are no more Horcruxes. It's just you and me. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good..."
"One of us? You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?"
"Accident, was it, when my mother died to save me? Accident, when I decided to fight in that graveyard? Accident, that I didn't defend myself tonight, and still survived, and returned to fight again?"
"ACCIDENTS! Accident and chance and the fact that you crouched and sniveled behind the skirts of greater men and women, and permitted me to kill them for you!"
"You won't be killing anyone else tonight. You won't be able to kill any of them ever again. Don't you get it? I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people-"
"But you did not! Where you ready to be tortured for these people also Potter?"
"-I meant to and I did even the torture. I've done what my mother did. They're protected from you. Haven't you noticed how none of the spells you put on them are binding? You can't torture them. You can't touch them. You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?"
"You dare-"
"Yes, I dare. I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don't. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake?"
"Is it love again? Dumbledore's favorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter- and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?"
"Just one thing."
"If it is not love that will save you this time you must believe that you have magic that I d o not, or else a weapon more powerful than mine?"
"I believe both."
"You think you know more magic than I do? Then I, than Lord Voldemort, who has performed magic that Dumbledore himself never dreamed of?"
"Oh, he dreamed of it, but he knew more than you, knew enough not to do what you've done."
"You mean he was weak! Too weak to dare, too weak to take what might have been his, what will be mine!"
"No, he was cleverer than you, a better wizard, and a better man."
"I brought about the death of Albus Dumbledore!"
"You thought you did, but you were wrong."
"Dumbledore is dead! His body decays in the marble tomb in the grounds of this castle, I have seen it, Potter, and he will not return!'
"Yes, Dumbledore's dead, but you didn't have him killed. He chose his own manner of dying, chose it months before he died, arranged the whole thing with the man you thought was your servant."
"What childish dream is this?"
"Severus Snape wasn't yours. Snape was Dumbledore's, Dumbledore's from the moment you started hunting down my mother. And you never realized it, because of the thing you can't understand. You never saw Snape cast a Patronus?
"Snape's patronus was a doe, the same as my mothers, because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from the time when they were children, you should have realized. He asked you to spare her life, didn't he?"
"He desired her, that was all, but when she had gone, he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him-"
"Of course he told you that, but he was Dumbledore's spy from the moment you threatened her, and he's been working against you ever since! Dumbledore was already dying when Snape finished him!"
"It matters not! It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore's, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path! I crushed them as I crushed you mother, Snape's supposed great love! Oh, but it all makes sense, Potter, and in ways you do not understand!
"Dumbledore was trying to keep the Elder Wand from me! He intended that Snape should be the true master of the wand! But I got there ahead of you, little boy- I reached the wand before you could get your hands on it; I understood the truth before you caught up. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago, and the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, the wand of Destiny is truly mine! Dumbledore's last plan went wrong, Harry Potter!"
"Yeah it did. Your right. But before you try to kill me, I'd advise you to think about what you've done...Think, and try for remorse, Riddle..."
"What is this?"
"It's your last chance; it's all you've got left... I've seen what you'll be otherwise... Be a man... try... Try for some remorse..."
"You dare-?"
"Yes, I dare, because Dumbledore's last plan hasn't backfired on me at all. It's backfired on you, Riddle. That wand still isn't working for you because you murdered the wrong person. Severus Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. He never defeated Dumbledore."
"He killed-"
"Aren't you listening? Snape never beat Dumbledore! Dumbledore's death was planned between them! Dumbledore intended to die undefeated, the wands last true master! If all had gone as planned, the wands power would have died with him, because it had never been won from him!"
"But then, Potter, Dumbledore as good as gave me the wand! I stole the wand from its last master's tomb! I removed it against its last master's wishes! Its power is mine!"
" You still don't get it, Riddle, do you? Possessing the wand isn't enough! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it really yours. Didn't you listen to Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard... The Elder wand recognized a new master before Dumbledore died, someone who never even laid a hand on it. The new master removed the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never realizing exactly what he had done, or that the world's most dangerous wand had given him its allegiance...
"The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy."
"But what does it matter? Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone... and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy..."
"But you're too late. You've missed you chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took this wand from him." Harry twirled the wand in front of Riddles face as all eyes in the hall were upon it.
"So it all comes down to this, doesn't it? Does the wand in your hand know its master was disarmed? Because if it does... I am the true master of the Elder Wand."
Voldemort stared at Harry for a long time comprehending what he had said wondering if indeed it was true and then raised his wand as Harry mirrored his movements. At the same time they both said:
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"EXPELLIARMUS!"
A canon seemed to go off the sound was that loud. There were gold sparks where the two spells collided and then Voldemort's spell reversed and hit him squarely in the chest as his wand flew out of his hand. Surprise was etched on his face as he fell on the ground and realized that his death was near. Harry reached up and caught Voldemort's wand with his supreme Seeker skills. The Great Hall was silent seeing all of this, shocked. Voldemort was dead. Voldemort was dead by Harry Potter. It took a while to sink in but then all at once as if on cue they all cheered and swarmed around Harry who was still standing in the exact same spot where he cast the spell seeming spell bound himself. Ron and Hermione reached him first and then Ginny with a whole bunch of other people surrounding them. Harry didn't see any of this he was still shocked himself and then when it finally sunk in he didn't know what to do. But then now that everything had slowed down he remembered his injuries from being tortured and realized how much blood he had lost, how much pain he was in, and how hazy his vision was getting. Now that his job was done and the most important thing was done less important things took its place and Harry's body remembered the injuries as well.
Harry could barely see any more just felt the bodies closed in upon him and little fuzzy images through his tunnel vision. The nice four poster bed in Gryffindor tower felt so nice right then and so did the dark abyss his mind was creating that seemed to have that very same bed at the end of it. Harry finally resigned to what his body needed and entered into the abyss collapsing in Ron and Hermione's arms.
Authors Note- alright guys I have no idea how this turned out. It's not one of my best because I like to stay with my own original ideas just with the same characters as Harry Potter but without this chapter it wouldn't make sense it had to be done and I'm sorry if it sucks I just wanted to get it over with and sometimes it's good for a refresher on the last events of Harry Potter. I also wanted to apologize on how long it is but like I said before I wanted to get it over with and one crappy chapter is better than two. I also wanted to mention again that a lot of the stuff especially the dialogue during the big duel was all J.K. Rowling's and that I'm not taking it for myself because that just mean. So anyways I'll hopefully update soon and give you guys something better and maybe not so long I always love reviews so don't be afraid to give one hope you guys are just all swell~ Fuzzy Bee