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Who? Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry Potter, Hermione Weasley, Voldemort
What? The final show down
When? Roughly 24-48 hours after the Ministry battle
Why? All we are saying is give peace a chance.
( I got a number on me. I got a number. Won't make it through the high noon sun. Well I am my father's son. And I am my father's son. His bed is made. And I was a hero early in the morning. I ain't no hero in the night. I am my father's son. )
What? The final show down
When? Roughly 24-48 hours after the Ministry battle
Why? All we are saying is give peace a chance.
( I got a number on me. I got a number. Won't make it through the high noon sun. Well I am my father's son. And I am my father's son. His bed is made. And I was a hero early in the morning. I ain't no hero in the night. I am my father's son. )
"I vow to never do harm to yourself, your blood kin or your family again."
Harry said completed the spell with Voldemort binding the unbreakable vow. One step down. One to go. He felt his heart racing. The blood pumping as if it wished to push as much oxygen as possible through him before the green light rushed through him.
Stepping back, he handed his wand to Hermione. "I know you'll protect my body, and I'm sorry it's come down to you to have to do so. I love you." He hugged her before forcing himself to move away from her, Voldemort and Bellatrix.
One last look at the house and the memory of his father and mother trying to save him was replaced with the memory he saw in a photograph. Of a little boy squealing with delight as he flew through the air on the toybroom his godfather gave him for his first birthday. His father chasing him as the boy chased the cat, and his mother laughed as she watched her boys tearing through their home.
All was not death and destruction here. Once upon a time the Potters had been happy. They had held on to hope for a better future for their son because they believed the war would be over. That little boy was now a man and he had five children of his own. He wanted to ensure that his parents wish for him became his own children's reality.
Replace the bad memories with the good ones, take a deep breath, and look Voldemort in the eyes. He nodded his head and said quietly, "I'm ready. Best of luck to the both of you and your child. It's a brand new day, right?"
Exhaling that deep breath he waited for the green light to come and hoped that he was not asking too much of Hermione to handle what came next.
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"And to you."
He looked at Hermione for a moment before turning his attenion back to Harry.
"Harry Potter, this ends now." And with those words the spell was cast and he listened to Hermione cry out as she watched her friend crumble before turning to Bellatrix. "It's time to go."
And moments later there was a soft pop and the apparated leaving Hermione alone with the body of the boy who lived, died, lived, and died.
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"Harry Potter, this ends now. Avada Kedavra."
The past and the present collided just as the flash of green light shot out of the wand. Harry saw it coming and made no move to duck it. He found that in that moment between the first and last word of the curse all fear left him. He felt peace wrap around him the way that Ginny's arms had on so many times. The last thought he had, just before the spell reached him, was that this time he understand fully what he was doing and had done it on his own terms.
He had not opened at the close. He had opened at the start. Because beginnings are far more important than endings as far as he was concerned. The world went black as his body fell gracefully to the ground not too far from where his best friend, his sister of his heart, was waiting to take him someplace safe. She'd guard his physical form while fate decided if he had made the wrong choice last time.
The boy who lived had died without fear or regret and with someone who loved him by his side. What more could he have possibly asked for?
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Slow steps were all she could manage as she made her way to his side and sunk to her knees and trembling fingers brushed over his cheeks and face before pushing that black stragily hair away from his still features. Her eyes locked onto those bright ones and as she felt her tears begin to fall she reached over to close his lids.
"You come back to me, do you hear. Do you hear?" She shifted a little, moving to lay her head on his chest. No breath made it rise or fall, not heartbeat sounded below his ribs, "Listen to me Harry Potter, you come back." Turning her face slowly into his coat she began to sob as the darkness seemed to wrap around her.
At that moment she felt so alone, like her world had crumbled along with the body she was crying over. No, not body. Over Harry, he would be back, he would come and fulfill his promises.
He would.
He promised.
She promised to look after him and she would. Just a few more minutes...
A few minutes more.
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