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It took a lot of explaining from Dumbledore for Harry to finally understand everything. He could live because of the Protection of his mother which Voldemort had taken into himself, so he had killed only the piece of his soul that resided in Harry. He learned about how his wand was able to defeat Voldemort, even when Voldemort had changed wands. He learned about the Deathly Hallows and why Dumbledore had not just told Harry about them. He finally admitted that it was Harry who was destined to be able to possess all there Hallows. He learned of Dumbledore's relationship with Grindelwald and Harry told Dumbledore how Grindelwald had refused to tell Voldemort the location of the wand because, as Harry believed, Grindelwald didn't want Voldemort to desicrate Dumbledore's tomb.
"He loved you." Harry finally said. "And you loved him."
"I loved him, yes." Dumbledore admitted. "But he never returned those feelings."
"I think he didn't want to recognize they were there." Harry said. "But I think he returned them...but he only realized when it was too late."
Dumbledore didn't reply to this.
Finally, Harry returned and Narcissa approached him and asked him if her son was at the castle. He told her eyes and she told Voldemort that he was dead. Voldemort repeated this to the Hogwart's grounds. They went to the castle, Hagrid carrying Harry and sobbing, and Harry felt bad because he couldn't tell him the truth...not yet.
People had gathered out in front of the castle and Harry heard a scream. It was McGonagall. Then there was another shriek, this one more heart-rendering than any Harry had every heard: Theo. People were trying to hold Theodore back, take away his wand before he did something stupid, but Theodore was still fighting and screaming and it made Harry's chest explode to hear the sound: like someone being murdered in a torturous manner. It was worse than when Bellatrix had Cruciated Theodore disguised as Hermione.
"SILENCE!" Voldemort ordered, but Theodore didn't listen. "Crucio!"
There was another scream, this one of shock, as the spell hit the Slytherin and knocked him back into his captors. His anguish was reduced to helpless, hopeless whimpers.
"Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs." Voldemort ordered and Hagrid obliged, forced.
Voldemort again tried to claim that Harry had tried to run, but suddenly someone had tried to cast a spell at him, or the snake and Harry peeked his eyes open just a little to see Draco standing there ahead of everyone else. Narcissa screamed. Lucius began to whimper, begging.
"What is this, Draco?" Voldemort asked jeeringly. "Have you lost your mind?"
"Avada..."
Voldemort flicked his wand lazily and Draco was thrown to the ground, Disarmed.
"Foolish..." Voldemort said with a snarl. "Don't you realize the battle is lost? You're a pureblood, Draco. You come from noble stock. You have been a valuable Death Eater...and you have shown both spirit and bravery...if foolish bravery."
"I'm resigning, didn't you know?" Draco shouted. "For Harry Potter and all true Slytherins!"
Everyone, even Gryffindors, cheered at this.
"Very well." Voldemort hissed. "If that is your choice, Malfoy, we revert to the original plan. On your head."
Out of nowhere the Sorting Hat zoomed and landed upon Draco's head as the boy was forced into a rigid stance by Voldemort's wand.
"Malfoy here is now going to demonstrate what happens to anyone foolish enough to continue to oppose me."
The Sorting Hat burst into flames upon Draco's head and screams (though none as loud as Narcissa's) erupted from the crowd.
Harry knew he needed to act.
Then so much happened at once. People were running towards the walls, uttering war cries, as was Grawp and a stampede of Centaurs. Harry yanked on the Invisibility Cloak amid the confusion and sprang to his feet as Draco suddenly moved too. The Hat fell off of him and from it he drew Gryffindor's Sword and swung, cleaving Nagini's head from her long serpentine body as Voldemort screamed, his voice silent amongst the chaos. Before Voldemort could raise his wand, Harry cast a Shield Charm between the Dark Lord and Draco. Hagrid was yelling for Harry. Thestrals led by Buckbeak descended upon Voldemort's army. The battle of the giants forced everyone else back into the castle for a safer battleground. Harry searched frantically for Voldemort, to finally battle and destroy him.
He found him in the Great Hall throwing spells at everyone. One hit Arthur Weasley and the man collapsed beneath it, half his face on fire. Harry quickly extinguished the flames. Nearby, Bellatrix was cursing left and right, first Terry Boot and then Seamus Finnigan fell to her spells. Harry was casting as many Shield Charms as he could to protect those around him. Bane, Ronan, and Magorian burst into the hall, followed by the House Elves of Hogwarts led by Kreacher, clutching Regulus Black's locket, and Dobby, one ear missing and his head still bandaged.
"Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!" Kreacher roared as beside him Dobby bellowed, "For Harry Potter! For Hermione Granger! For all free elves and elves about to be free! Defend Hogwarts! Defend the students!"
Yaxley fell to George and Lee Jordan, Dolohov to Flitwick, Rookwood to Aberforth, Fred and Ron against Thicknesse, and Lucius and Narcissa, both with stolen wands, against any Death Eater they came across. Bellatrix hexed Hermione then tried to get Luna, but Dean dove in front, taking the blow for her. It was Narcissa Malfoy who finally bested Bellatrix. Voldemort screamed, his attacks on his own opponents, McGonagall, Kingsley, and Slughorn, growing fiercer.
A free moment allowed him to direct his wand at Narcissa and Harry roared, "Protego!" His Shield Charm filled the room and Voldemort stared frantically around for the source.
Finally, Harry pulled off his Cloak and yells, cheers, and creams filled the room for a moment.
"I don't want anyone else to try to help." Harry said loudly. "It's got to be like this. It's got to be me."
Explaining what was going on to Voldemort, felt like talking to a child about something ridiculously complicated: he just didn't...couldn't...understand.
And then Voldemort cast it: Avada Kedavra. The spell broke through a crack in the wand, hit him square in the face, and finally it was over. It was all over.
Harry, exhausted, despite the cheers ringing round and people coming up to clap him on the back, sought only one person. It didn't take long to find him. Theodore had shoved so hard through the crowd, he'd left a line of toppled people, and he was holding Harry, shaking him fiercely and mad as hell and yet so happy he was crying, unable to hide his true emotions any longer. They didn't kiss. They just embraced. In all the times he had been close to Theodore that had happened so far, this was one of two that felt perfect in every way.
Eventually, they left the Great Hall and wandered up to Dumbledore's office where Harry stared at Dumbledore's portrait, the man's face streaked with proud tears.
"The thing that was hidden in the Snitch." Harry said. "I dropped it in the forest. I don't know exactly where, but I'm not going to go looking for it again. Do you agree?"
"My dear boy, I do." Dumbledore smiled. "A wise and courageous decision, but no less than I would have expected of you. Does anyone else know where it fell?"
"No one."
"I'm going to keep Ignotus's present, though."
"But of course, Harry, it is yours forever, until you pass it on!"
"And then there's this."
He held up the Elder Wand and noticed Theodore give it a disgusted look, to which Harry had to fight down a smile.
"I don't want it."
"Good." Theodore spat. "Have had enough trouble, you have. Don't need to be asking for more by carrying that stupid thing around..."
Dumbledore gave a pleasant laugh. Harry grinned as he pulled out his own wand, broken, and, hoping against all hope, said, "Reparo."
The moment it worked, he felt relief flood through him.
"I'm putting the Elder Wand back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won't it? The previous master will never have been defeated. That'll be the end of it."
Dumbledore nodded.
Harry turned to Theodore, whose eyes were beaming with satisfaction. "You're right. I've quite had enough trouble for a lifetime."
Translation: 'Les Friction' another musical talent I like.