Chapter 15: Death

"Harry, I know you want to face him. We all know you're going to end up doing it but, don't do this." Hermione begged.

"Hermione, If I go to him now and we end this. Nobody else will be harmed. I have an advantage, trust me. I know you're scared, I am too. Believe in me, believe that I will defeat him." Harry assured her.

She immediately wrapped her arms tightly around him. Tears had began to gently trickle down her face, she truly did not want him to go. They all knew it would come to the two face to face but, now that it was here the risk of losing Harry had each of his friends worrying. Harry took her in his own arms and placed a kiss upon her cheek.

"Don't worry, we still have to get married remember?" He reminded her.

Hermione smiled slightly, she did remember that. She was supposed to be marrying him in the future. Why was she scared? He was always put in dangerous situations and he always made it out alive. They looked at each other and the space between closed as their lips met for a kiss that to them was too short. He left her with Ron as he made his way off to find Voldemort, the invisibility cloak with him to ensure safety till then.

His thoughts rotated around what had gone through his life and how this past year he had changed so much. He was no longer the small little boy who lived under the cupboard but, now the young man who would save this world in which he belonged. Voldemort, the man who had claimed his parent's lives and countless others would fall due to his actions. Harry would become one of the greatest wizards within their history as he already seemed to be. Riddle had no idea about the man who was coming after him, Harry was improved due to the months of training that had been done at the cottage. This war would be won.

"Harry wait!"

He turned around to find Hermione running up to him with a golden item in her hand, The golden snitch? She immediately handed it to him and stopped to catch her breath before speaking.

"I know this is going to sound odd but, put that in your mouth slightly. Just enough for it to feel the touch of your skin. It should open!" She finally explained.

Harry stared at the small object within his grasp. It wasn't pleasant having almost swallowed it the first time. Now he was about to put it near his mouth again? He slowly raised it to his lips and allowed it to meet with the skin inside his mouth. It took both of them by surprise as the golden snitch's form opened up at its fold, a small object laid within it.

"What's that inside it?" Harry questioned

"It looks like a small rock. Hm.."

"The Resurrection stone?"

"Maybe!"

He took the rock from within its home, and held it in his palm as he remembered the tale. With a few turns in his hand, a group of figures formed around him. A woman with red hair that fell to her shoulders, a tall, thin man with untidy hair, another tall man with long black hair. A smile formed upon Harry's lips as he recognized each person. His Parents stood before him along with Sirius.

"Mum, Dad, Sirius!" He exclaimed with a great amount of joy.

"Hello Sweetheart" His mother responded softly.

His father stood there with a smile also worn up his face, Sirius nodded. Hermione smiled as she acknowledged that the stone that Harry held was indeed that of the Deathly Hallows.

"Harry, I want you to know that we're very proud of you." His father finally spoke.

"Will you be there with me, when I face him?" Harry questioned each of them.

They all looked at each other and smiled brightly. It seemed as though they all anticipated such a question. Sirius stepped forward toward Harry and smiled. He pointed his finger toward Harry's chest.

"We'll always be with you, in there where it counts." He responded with a wink.

"Should I just carry the stone, or do I need to let it go so you're not showing up?" Harry inquired.

"I think it's best you leave the stone with Hermione to hold." Lily answered.

Hermione looked over at Harry as she was given the stone. He smiled and placed another kiss on her cheek.

"I'll see you soon, just hold on to that for me. We can decide what to do with it later." He informed her.

Almost an Hour Later.

Voldemort stood in the forest with Snape who had been called there. The dark lord paced around with the elder wand held tightly within his hand. He wore a grim look of disappointment upon his face when he turned to his follower. Snape stood tall, struggling to remain completely still.

"Can you explain to me, why this wand even though in my possession does not use its full ability when it is used?" his cold, high voice inquired.

"I do not know, My lord."

Snape watched as Voldemort began to circle him. He could feel the eyes fixed on him as they traveled with the pale being. There had not ever been such a fear caused by this man's presence for him as this. Why was he so afraid? He had done no wrong, he had done as the dark lord suspected.

"This wand only serves me to a limit as it is not my own. The wand belongs to another, the man who murder its previous owner. You, Serverus. I can not use this wand to defeat Potter while you live. You did me a great service and now, I thank you."

"My lord..please!" Snape begged as the elder wand's tip aimed toward him.

"I'll do you an honor by having a spell of your own creation be your downfall. Sectumsempra!"

A white light flew toward the man and he fell immediately, a deep slash force into him. He trembled as the blood seeped from his wounds. His skin slowly becoming stained by his own blood's touch. Voldemort smile and gave a laugh before looking down at Snape.

"Goodbye Serverus." Voldemort spoke before he departed from the area.

Snape laid upon the ground in agony as his life continued to slip away. The gash that had been created by his own creation torn into his torso allowed blood to seep and fall to the ground next to him. He stared up at the sky and listened to his surroundings to get his mind off what was happening. His view was blocked suddenly when a young man appeared before him. Harry bent down next to Snape with his wand tightly grip.

"What can I do to help?!" Harry asked frantically.

"Don't bother, Potter. It's my time..I get to leave this life and rest. My work here has come to a close..But..You must know something." The defeated man responded.

"What? What is it?"

"Dumbledore..knew something..he discovered it a long time ago..You are a horcrux Potter..one that the dark lord did not wish to create. The headmaster may have no wanted you discover it this way but..You needed to know..also..in the headmaster's office..I left some memories there that you should see..they're in vials labeled with my name..Defeat him..Potter.." Snape finished as he closed his eyes allowing the remainder of his life to fade away.

Harry stayed there kneeled beside the man that hated him. This information that he had just been given meant one thing..he had to die. With all his strength he forced himself up leaving Snape's body behind as he hide back under the invisibility cloak and went after Voldemort.

He would die so all his friends could live happily. His death would mean the defeat of the powerfullest dark wizard. Upon death he would join his parents and Sirius.

"The hour has ended. You all shall die." A cold voice echoed throughout the grounds followed by the roars of a battle beginning.

Harry hurried in the direction Voldemort had taken. He had to reach him before anyone was harmed. Sounds of spells being cast, screams, and other ones that belonged to horrific acts surfaced all around him as he rushed to find the fiend.

Hermione and the other's were all spread out in positions that they'd quickly taken as other's flew over head launching spells at giants and other dark creatures that came to Voldemort's aid. The wards set by the teachers had only lasted so long until it was destroyed. She was deflecting spells cast at her by Bellatrix, the madwoman wanted her dead and was trying greatly to accomplish that.

Ron stood next to Bill in a battle against Fenrir Greyback and Scabior who were both scarred due to the older Weasley's actions within the manor. Greyback had already taken the life of Lavendar Brown, the young girl's body lay adjactcent to them with her neck torn apart due to the werewolf's thirst of flesh and blood.

"I'll have a feast tonight from the two of you!" Fenrir growled fiercly.

"In your dreams, you flee bag!" Ron shouted back as he sent a stinging hex toward Scabior.

The snatcher dodged it to send his own hex back toward Ron. Everyone around continued to fight in a stuggle to stay alive. Some had already fallen and some were beginning to but, it all ended with a shout echoed through out the area. Everyone's attention drew to their center where Voldemort stood with Harry in front of him.

"Come to die, Potter?" Voldemort questioned with a laugh.

"I may die but, I know you will too. My friends shall defeat you and your followers. You already killed one who wasn't even really yours. Snape was Dumbledore's man from the start when you planned to kill me and my family. I pity what you've become Riddle."

"Silence! Avada Kedavra!"

Harry remained still as the green jet of light flew across toward him. It seemed almost as if time slowed down as he watched it come toward him. His eyes closed as the green collided with his chest. He fell and did not move. Voldemort laughed as he stared at the body of the boy who had caused him to fall years ago. He had killed Harry Potter. Or Had he?

"HARRY!"

Harry opened his eyes to find himself in a place completely white almost blinding. It was silent and comforting. He had no fear or worry here, wherever here was. Had he died? Where was he?

"agahh." a silent groan came come what seemed to be a bench next to him.

He turned to find a small shriveled up form of what look almost like a small child. It reminded him of Voldemort but, small and trembling. It did not try to get up or do anything but lay there. Harry felt a great amount of sorrow for the being. He wished to help it but, he didn't know how, his wand was there nor was any other item.

"Don't be bothered Harry. No one may help that being before you." a familiar voice addressed him.

Dumbledore dressed in white robes made his way toward Harry. He seemed to have come from thin air and seemed to be in the best shaped ever.

"Sir? Where are we? Is this even real?" Harry quickly questioned.

"Well, yes of course this is real but, the place I could not say. Where would you believe we are?"

"It resembles kings cross minus the trains and crowds of people around them."

"King's cross you say." Dumbledore responded with a smile.

"Sir..am I dead or is this all just in my head? Could I go back?" Harry inquired.

"I believe that we are just in a place in between life and death. You see, that being there is the part of Voldemort's soul that was latched onto you when he fell years ago. As you say this is like King's cross and there you have the option to go where you wish. So why not here?"

Harry nodded as their conversation continued with Dumbledore explaining some things that Harry wished to know.

Voldemort's laughing ceased as the form of the young man stood up. Harry had risen from the grave and everyone around was shocked.

"HOW?! HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?" Riddle questioned in anger.

"You underestimate me, Riddle. I stand here not due to my own abilities but, because I am capable of love. You are weak because you do not understand such a thing. I've seen what you'll become, Tom. Please you can still be saved."

"Shut up Potter! Don't call me by that filthy name!"

They stared at each other with their wands aimed out in front of them.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmius!"

AN: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this update. I wanted to let you know that the next chapter will be up within the next few days. The plot soon will become a completely original story after Voldemort and Harry's duel ceases. Thank you all! See you soon.