A/N: Thanks for all the feedback - enjoy :) Btw, the ending to this chapter is not what really happened as you know. I do know how it ended but this is just how I wanted it to be for my story. Thanks!

Chapter Two

The Fall of Lord Voldemort

The Stone of Resurrection had been mine all along. Buried in the ground, I left it knowing that my loved ones, though they were dead, were with me all the way. Down in the clearing I was greeted by Voldemort and death happened before I had the chance to say a proper goodbye to the world. My encounter with Dumbledore was even more surreal. I had a choice between life and death. I chose life and yet again I had survived a killing curse from Lord Voldemort himself. The horcrux inside me was dead. I was no longer connected to Riddle. I could no longer read his mind or talk to snakes. My scar would never pain me again and I was one step closer to defeating him once and for all. I smiled slightly as I lay there, motionless in the mud.

It was early morning when I awoke in Mother's arms.

"Ginny, Molly, quickly. Get up, get outside." My father shook us both awake. Around me, various others were napping too.

Outside was an enormous group of Death Eaters. Walking down the now-fragile bridge was Voldemort himself. Behind him was Hagrid. He had chains attached to his wrists and ankles, blood all over his face and in his arms, a body. I didn't even have to look closely to see what I'd been dreading for years.

"Who is that?" I asked my dad. My voice growing louder and wobblier, "Who is that Hagrid's carrying?"

Riddle paused in front of his Death Eaters and grinned, "Harry Potter, is dead!" He laughed the foulest, evilest laugh I'd ever heard.

"No," I whispered then started to scream, "NOOO!"

I charged forwards only to be pulled back by my father.

"Silence," yelled Voldemort, "you stupid girl! Harry Potter is dead and from this day forward, you put your faith in me..." Turning to his followers he again shouted, "Harry Potter is dead!" They all laughed maliciously. "It is now time to declare yourselves, or die."

"Draco! Draco, come here!" Lucius Malfoy hissed to his son who was for some reason standing on Hogwarts side.

"Draco," his mother, Narcissa said in a gentle voice, holding out her arms to him. Draco Malfoy stepped forwards and Voldemort welcomed him with a hug. I suddenly felt sorry for him. He'd lost a lot of hair and his skin was rather pale. He'd been looking like he wanted to break down and cry for a while now. Breaking away from Riddle, he accepted his mother's arms that wrapped themselves around him and held him close.

Neville stepped forwards with the Sorting Hat on his hands.

I wanted to be sick. Neville? Neville Longbottom? My trusted friend and warrior was handing himself over to the dark side.

"I was hoping for better," Voldemort laughed, "but you'll do. What is your name anyway?"

"Neville," he replied, "Neville Longbottom."

The whole crowd of Death Eaters burst out laughing.

"Well, Neville, I'm sure we'll find something for you-"

"I'd like to say something," he cut Voldemort off and began to speak, "It doesn't matter that Harry's gone."

"Yeah right," said Seamus sarcastically.

"People die every day!" Neville said. "Friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight. But he's still with us…in here." He held his hand over his heart with pride. "So is Fred, Remus, and Tonks… all of them. They didn't die in vain! But you will! Cause you're wrong! Harry's heart did beat for us! For all of us!" Neville was bellowing as he drew the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat. "It's not over!"

And as those last word echoed throughout the grounds, Harry sprung from Hagrid's arms, got up and ran. He really was invincible!

Hearing Neville say those words about me and all those who died really made me think how loved I was compared to Voldemort. Not because I was on the good side, although that helped, but because my ability to love was so much more than his. My mother's love that protected me was so strong. So unbelievably strong that not even Voldemort with his years and years of training and studying and with all his experience of killing people couldn't even kill me as a child. That's how strong love is.

I felt like screaming for joy because I knew I was going to defeat Lord Voldemort once and for all. His screams echoed throughout the grounds as he threw curses at me. I dodged them and ran as fast as I could.

The battle continued there outside of Hogwarts. I threw curses and counter-curses in every direction. I really wasn't prepared for battle. I looked over at Ron and Hermione, their fighting skills were amazing. They dodged spells from every direction, killed death eaters every second and moved around each other so carefully as if it was planned. Their fighting skills must've improved while on the run with Harry but then again, they'd always been good at Defence Against the dark Arts, you need to be when your best friend is death-prone. I was still fighting when none other than Bellatrix Lestrange decided to pay me back.

"Think you're so high and mighty after killing Bellatrix? Well I didn't die! I nearly did but I didn't!" she screamed pointing her wand at me.

Mum pushed past me with her wand in hand, "NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!" she threw hundreds of silent spells at her, blowing her up into smithereens!

Voldemort followed me into the castle and we battled on the steps. He was too quick for me and I was too quick for him so we continued sending all kinds of curses, forgivable and unforgivable, at each other. I resulted to physical violence and grabbed him around the neck. His ugly, snake-like face was so close to mine that I could smell his disgusting breath. "Come on, Tom," I said shuffling towards the edge of the cliff, "let's finish this the way we started it: Together!"

We leaped off of the cliff and plummeted towards the earth. I willed my body to pull myself towards the other side of the castle but Voldemort, being more familiar with flying, dragged us towards the great hall instead. I tore at his face and cursed him using only my hands until we landed on the floor with a thud. I was bleeding and covered in mud but that didn't matter, I'd almost won and nothing was going to stop me!

A large crowd of people were surrounding us and I knew that I had to win. Crawling along the ground I seized my wand and yelled "EXPELLIARMUS" just in time to counter the killing curse shot at me. The red light from my wand and the green from Voldemort's were equally strong but as I grasped my wand with both hands, my red light started to beat Voldemort's green light until I'd fully disarmed him. The Elder Wand flew out of his hands and I caught it in the air. His curse backfired and after a confused look around the room, he dropped to the floor. All the life was sucked out of him and he was never coming back.

The room was silent apart from my coughing and panting. I pulled myself together and looked over at Voldemort's dead body. He looked quite peaceful, almost happy. I took the Elder Wand in hand, directed it at Tom and whispered "Incendio." His body lit to flames and the hall was drowned with the sound of cheers. I felt myself being hugged endless times and patted on the back but really I couldn't feel anything. I was numb and speechless, finding it hard to believe what I'd just done.

The hall eventually calmed down and people started to make themselves useful. The Aurors captured as many death eaters as possible and had them sent to Azkaban until they could be interviewed under orders of Kingsley Shacklebolt, new Minister for Magic. Some people made tea and comforted all the mourning while others made a start at organising the repair teams for the castle. Students went to pack their bags and adults returned home. I decided to go for a walk. I repaired my original wand with the Elder Wand before breaking it in two and disposing of it on either sides of the bridge. Soon I was caught up by Hermione and Ron. I turned to see my two best friends, hand in hand, looking almost as baffled as me. I didn't think twice before hugging them both and letting them hug me back. Hermione began to cry and me and Ron got a little teary too but we were all just glad to be more-or-less safe again. Lord Voldemort was gone and all was well.