A/N: This is my first fan fiction. I don’t own any of the characters or places, those belong to J.K. Rowling. I just added my own flavor. Enjoy!
Hermione made sure not to make any sudden moves. The area that was once downtown London had been reduced to a skeleton in the war that had been raging for decades. The final duel was now taking place and the minor skirmishes had all subsided. Hermione watched in horror as her best friend Harry Potter and the Dark Lord Voldemort faced off.
In the beginning there was only silence. Deafening silence which was accompanied by the occasional shriek of thunder as lightning seemed to tear the sky in half. The storm was unnatural as it had been around since the beginning of the war. The incredible static in the air caused by the battles resulted in the lingering storm. In the distance, Hermione could easily make out funnel clouds that were no doubt destroying the suburbs of this once great city.
Hermione looked to her right and saw Ron lying on his side. He was shivering his brains out, and was bleeding severely from his head but had managed to remain relatively still and quiet. They both knew that any interference with the duel could cost them all their lives. To Ron’s side was his younger sister Ginny. She was on her side facing Hermione. Ginny’s face was plastered with mud and her eyes were wide open and unblinking. Hermione feared the worst for her friend but persuaded herself not to crawl over their and help her. Hermione had done all she could for the war and if she so much as moved now then the world that she knew could be jeopardized.
Hermione saw Ginny jump in front of her brother as the curse was fired. Dolohov had taken his opportunity to hit Ron while he was preoccupied. Ginny saw this and was hit by the curse instead. Ron turned around immediately and knocked Dolohov unconscious in his anger. Ron had always been protective over his only younger sibling and Hermione knew that he would never forgive himself if anything happened to her.
Shortly after Ginny was cursed, Harry set off an explosion. Hermione knew that this was her cue and she immediately took cover and stayed still. Ron followed suit despite his sister’s condition. Harry knew what he was doing and Hermione knew that she and Ron would have to completely trust him if they wanted to win this war.
At the sound of the explosion, Headmistress Minerva McGonagall took her position behind a toppled pillar. She looked across the street and saw that Lupin was there as well. Harry had approached her before the battle and told them of his plan. She had no idea what purpose Lupin was going to serve in the plan but she knew that her job was crucial in minimizing casualties. There was no turning back. Failure was not an option.
Lupin heard the explosion and ran to hide on the other side of the Muggle Ministry building. He looked over to his right and saw Minerva McGonagall and they locked eyes for a second. She looked tired yet focused. He knew that she had a key purpose in Harry’s plan. He also knew that he had a purpose. All he had to do was wait for his next cue.
Harry initiated his plan by setting off an explosion. Voldemort didn’t even flinch. They just stood there watching each other for what seemed like an eternity. Each one watching the other for any sudden moves. A sudden wind picked up and lightning ripped through the sky. Harry took this as his opportunity to start the next part of his plan.
“Look around you Tom,” Harry said as calmly as possible while his blood was boiling, “all that you had attempted to conquer is buried underneath feet of rubble and ash.”
“Of course you would make a narrowminded claim like that,” Voldemort caterwauled, “It was never about the land or the wealth.”
Harry was slightly confused about this but then refocused his attention on any sudden movements. He could look into what Voldemort had said at a later time. In the safety of headquarters.
“You’ll never get what you want Tom,” Harry yelled over the thunder, “as long as there is a breath in my body I will make sure that you and others like you know that.”
“Boy, people have been telling me that since before you were born,” Voldemort said coolly, “even your precious Dumbledore made that argument and look where that got him.”
“That is true but they have never had this,” Harry said with more hatred in his voice then ever. Voldemort’s last remark had put dangerous thoughts into Harry’s head. As Harry spoke he took a broken locket out of his chest pocket.
“No trinkets will save you Potter,” Voldemort cackled while showing his jagged, yellow teeth.
“I’m not too sure about that Tom,” Harry said with a malicious smirk, “you see, this was your last horcrux.”
The smile immediately vanished from Voldemort’s face and he grew infuriated.
“You will have to do a lot better than that to take me down boy!” Voldemort spat. Then Voldemort prepared to attack, “AVADA KEDAVRA!”
A split second later Harry protected himself, “DIMENTICATUM!”
Voldemort’s killing curse sailed straight for Harry but instead of hitting him in the chest it sailed straight into the end of Harry’s wand. Voldemort was infuriated at this and fired a barrage of killing curses at Harry. All of the curses met the same end in Harry’s wand. Harry felt this new energy enter his wand and used it to send an onslaught of curses back at Voldemort. Little did Voldemort know that this was only a distraction.
Lupin saw Harry’s onslaught and instantly recognized it as his next cue. He signalled to McGonagall and ran over to behind Voldemort. Summoning up all of the energy in his body. All of the memories of the Marauders, teaching at Hogwarts, meeting Harry, seeing Sirius again. Every powerful memory he could recall flooded his mind and he put it into his most powerful body bind curse.
“RESTRICTO DEVISTATUM!” Lupin screamed taking Voldemort by surprise.
As soon as the silvery tethers constricted themselves around the Dark Lord, Voldemort tried to free himself and ended up just falling flat on his face. Lupin laughed at Tom Riddle’s moment of weakness and spoke aloud so that Harry, McGonagall, Hermione, Ron, and Voldemort could hear what he wanted to say.
“Well Harry I think that you should do the honors,” Lupin said while spitting the last word at the back of Voldemort’s head, “Minerva I think that some students over there are in need of our attention.
Minerva McGonagall trotted over to Lupin when she heard him call for her. She leered at Voldemort as she passed him and smiled Harry sweetly. She like to think that she was as good at healing as Poppy Pomfrey, the Hogwarts school nurse was. Sadly she died while healing Order members on the battlefield. McGonagall took her wand in her hand and walked with Lupin over to where a now upright Ron and Hermione were leaning over Ginny.
“Ron, Hermione, are you two alright?” McGonagall asked before turning her attention to Ginny. Ginny didn’t look alive, however she didn’t look dead either. She looked unresponsive. At the same time her face showed that whatever curse had hit her had scared her out of her mind. Her eyes were opened wide, and they were unblinking. They were just staring into nothing. Her mouth was wide open as if she was trying to scream and no sound was coming out. Her face seemed to be glued into this position, and Ron feared the worst for his sister.
“Come on you guys, we should go back to the Shrieking Shack,” Lupin said to Hermione and Ron with an encouraging smile, “there we can be sure that Ginny will be fine.”
Ron then picked up Ginny in his arms and he disapparated to the new headquarters. Lupin and McGonagall followed shortly after.
Hermione stayed behind for a moment and looked at Harry. He was standing over Voldemort and was talking to him with his wand pointed right between the Dark Lord’s eyes. He looked up at her and they locked eyes for a brief second before his eyes darted back down to Voldemort’s. She sighed and then disapparated back to the Shrieking Shack.
After Headmistress McGonagall smiled at Harry, Harry walked forward to Voldemort who was lying in the most impressive body bind that Harry had ever seen. Harry walked over to Voldemort’s side and kicked him hard in the ribs which caused Voldemort to roll over onto his back. Harry then put his boot on Voldemort’s gut to keep him from squirming away.
“I should torture you until you feel the pain that I suffered through for my entire life,” Harry said while pointing his wand right between Voldemort’s eyes. “You have taken everything that I have,”Harry continued, “everyone I love.” Harry looked up and met Hermione’s eyes. Her chocolate eyes. She gave him a warm smile and then disapparated. “But you failed to understand one thing,” Harry said as a tear rolled down his cheek. “You can take away my loved ones..... .....but never my love for them.” A tear fell on Voldemort’s face. “....never their love for me,” Harry put in while thinking of his parent’s and Sirius. “And that makes me stronger..... .....stronger than you,” Harry added through clenched teeth. “AVADA KEDAVRA!” Harry screamed.
Voldemort’s eyes opened wide just before the green flash made contact with his body. As soon as it did Voldemort let out a breath and died. Harry remained standing over him, checking to make sure that Voldemort had died, and then he let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. The sound of Harry screaming the curse was still echoing off of the shells of the surrounding buildings.
Harry then grabbed Voldemort’s body and disapparated back to the Shrieking Shack. The threat was over and now the world had to be rebuilt. One person at a time.
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