CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE; the end of the war [version 1]

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PART FIVE
The End Of The War
[ Version 1 ]

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" y/n's point of view "

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"HARRY!" "HE'S ALIVE!" People were screaming, but fell silent quickly as Harry and Voldemort looked at each other and then started to circle each other.

"I don't want anyone else to try to help." Harry announced loudly, his voice echoing through the silent hall. "It's got to be like this. It's got to be me."

Fred came to a stop beside me, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me back. I glanced to my husband for a second before looking back to what was taking place before us.

"Potter doesn't mean that." Voldemort hissed. "That isn't how he works, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter?"

"Nobody." Harry stated. "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?" Jeered Voldemort. "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?" Harry asked. "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!" Voldemort yelled. "Accident and chance and the fact that you crouched and snivelled behind the skirts of greater men and women, and permitted me to kill them for you!"

"You won't be killing anyone else tonight." Harry said as they circled, and stared into each other's eyes. "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 hurting these people -"

"But you did not!"

"- I meant to, and that's what did it. 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?" Voldemort sneered. "Dumbledore's favourite 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 forwards this time, and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?"

"Just one thing." Harry said and I gripped Fred's hand tighter as we watched the scene further unfold.

"If it is not love that will save you this time you must believe that you have magic that I do not, or else a weapon more powerful than mine?"

"I believe both."

Voldemort let out a loud cackle that echoed through the hall.

What followed was a continued back-and-forth where they challenged each other's magic abilities, talking about Dumbledore, about Snape - who was apparently on our side all along and in love with Lily Potter? That part made me feel uncomfortable because what?

They argued back and forth about the Elder Wand, about who was its true master. Voldemort had killed Snape and believed he was its master.

But it didn't belong to Snape. Harry explained that Draco Malfoy had become the owner of the Elder Wand before Dumbledore had died, and since then Harry had overpowered Draco, thus becoming the rightful master of the Elder Wand.

Then, at the same second, Harry and Voldemort both pointed their wands at each other to fight.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

There was a loud bang at the two spells collided, red meeting green in golden flames that spit around them.

Then the Elder Wand flew through the air, spinning until Harry caught it in his hand as Voldemort fell backwards.

The rebound of his own curse had killed Voldemort. He was finally dead. Harry had won.

We had won.

There was a moment of silence where everyone stared down at Voldemort's lifeless corpse in the middle of the Great Hall. Then cheers and roars and applause filled the hall from every person around us.

Ron and Hermione first rushed to Harry, and I quickly followed to hug him next.

I squeezed Harry in my arms as more and more people rushed towards us. Harry's green eyes met my own and he gave me a sad, but genuine, smile.

"I'm so proud of you, Harry." I told him, my hands on his shoulders. "They'd all be proud of you, too. Your parents, my dad, Remus..."

He nodded. "I know."

I then stepped back as Neville and Ginny both hugged Harry next, Ginny kissing his cheek.

I turned to face Fred and let out a sigh of relief as I linked my arms around his neck, pulling him down to my level. I kissed him, smiling into it as his hands grabbed my hips.

Despite everything, and everybody we had lost, I was grateful we at least still had each other. There were definitely close calls, but we made it out.

Voldemort's body was moved out of the Great Hall, away from the bodies of those who had died fighting him, like Remus, Tonks and Lewis.

Professor McGonagall moved the house tables back into the middle of the Great Hall where they belonged and everyone sat down, the first time in hours for some. Nobody was sitting according to their houses anymore, different families and friends jumbled up wherever they would fit.

The sun had begun to rise, shining through the large windows on the walls of the Great Hall.

I sat with Fred, George, Lee and our other friends next to the rest of the Weasleys at the Gryffindor table. Ginny's head rested on Molly's shoulder. Alicia was doing the same to Angelina, who was stroking her hair as a way to comfort her.

Food filled the tables and most of the people ate happily, talking with their friends and family, glad it was all finally over.

I glanced over to the end of the hall, where the 50 or so bodies of those who had died in the battle lay. Then I noticed something else.

In the furthest corner of the room, close to the entrance doors, sat Narcissa, Lucius and Draco Malfoy, sitting alone and glancing around like they were unsure if they were even allowed to be there.

I turned back to my friends, and now family, around me, and smiled. It was strange, despite the pain and heartbreak experienced all night, it was like a giant weight had been lifted from my shoulders. We were all finally free.

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