Seven - The Final Battle, Part II

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Seven

The Final Battle Part II

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Harry watched as his friends and his girlfriend stalked off into the Forest. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to do this, but then he thought of Ron—Hermione—Ginny—the rest of the Weasleys—and he knew this was right.

From here, the Forest looked dark and foreboding. Harry remembered Draco Malfoy’s declarations that there were “werewolves” in here in their first year and smiled a bit, shaking his head at the memory. It had been so long ago, but it only seemed like a day or two had passed since he had first entered Hogwarts.

His reminiscing stopped short when he realized what he was about to do—fight the most evil wizard of all time and possibly die for his friends. Voldemort was coming, and there was nothing Harry could do to stop him. It was like one of those dreams where something is chasing you, but your legs don’t move.

A dark cloak suddenly emerged from the darkness. “Hello, Harry Potter,” an icy, high-pitched voice said. “You have been valiant in your struggles, and for that I commend you.”

Harry swallowed as Voldemort came closer still.

“But all that is set aside now, for you are going to die.”

Voldemort drew his wand, and Harry lifted his. “No, Tom,” he replied calmly, wondering where his unshaking voice was coming from. And the “Tom”—Voldemort was going to be pissed.

He was right. The red eyes grew wide, lifting up into the cloak he was wearing. “You dare!”

“I dare, Tom.”

“Avada Kedavra!”

“NO!”

A huge, black figure leapt in front of Harry, whose mouth was frozen open in horror. It only took him a second to realize that it was Snape. Snape! Snape had saved his life.

Voldemort was now staring at the ground in shock, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of his own supporter hurling himself in front of his Killing Curse. The crumpled figure on the ground seemed to hypnotize the Dark Lord. Harry took this as a moment of opportunity.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!”

Another body crumpled to the ground.

Oh, God. Was it really over? Voldemort, defeated? Victory, here?

Yes.

Harry ran into the Forest to find his friends.

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A/n: I know this was a short chapter, but most of my last chapters are… Just go see my other stories, and you’ll realize what I’m talking about. Anyway, did you like it? Hate it? Vomit? Wet yourself with joy? Lemme know. See that little box down there? It’s called the review box! Isn’t that just magical? (No pun.)

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