Search Home Read Write Forum Login Register
Song by Stone Sour (in italics)




 




I'm not a victim,
till I let you take me down.
I'm not a target at the sites of your mercy,
I never asked for anything,
Im not asking now.
I will not be afraid,
I will not be afraid.




 




Lies. All of it. The prospect of Voldemort and Harry alone, fighting to the death, scared the living daylights out of him. Harry had never once begged for mercy, not in the Stone’s chamber, not in the Department of Mysteries, and certainly not when he had watched Cedric Diggory fall dead and Voldemort himself be reborn.




He was afraid, had always been, for his friends, those select few who had treated him as a son, and Ginny, he always worried about Ginny lately, obsessively, one could probably say. But he would never, NEVER, ask for mercy from Voldemort, it would only excite him beyond all else, it would only drive him to kill Harry slowly and painfully, most likely watching his loved ones die around him.

Ive done this on my own
and I don't care what you do to me,
I wouldn't hand over what is mine
Ive done this for too long,
to let you take it away from me,
its to late to stop me
cause I refuse to die.





          Harry wouldn’t die, he had promised Ginny he wouldn’t. But Voldemort sneered and the hatred within Harry rose to its breaking point. It was time. Ron and Hermione had taken cover, with the few Aurors left, in the basement of a home not to far off.




          Harry looked Voldemort square in the eye. “I Have already won Tom, I won when I was a baby, when you took what should have been a good life away from me. I won when you didn’t get the stone, and when you failed to kill Ginny Weasley, I won when you only got Cedric in the graveyard, and I won when you installed the hate that burns inside me the night you had Dumbledore killed,” Harry fought to keep his voice steady as his sweaty palm clung to his drawn wand. “This has long been over, Tom, I defeated you when I got Nagini and your other Horcruxes. I won long ago, now I only need to clean up the crumbs of what I left behind.”




          Voldemort’s sneer faltered for only a moment. “Avada Ked—Arrr!” Voldemort had no time to finish his fatal curse for Harry sent a ‘Stupefy!’ at the same time. Neither spell worked, however, and left their casters with fruitless results. “FACE IT TOM, I KNOW ALL OF YOUR TRICKS, I’VE FAUGHT THIS BATTLE AND DONE THIS FOR TOO LONG!!!” Harry shouted over the thunder as heavy rain soaked his robes and skin, washing away the blood of the battle.





I havent weakened just because I've shown my self
ive taken everything, except everything that's for granted
I'll leave hypocrisy for everybody else
I will not be afraid
I will not be afraid,




Harry kicked Voldemort’s lifeless body in the mud and turned it over in disgust. Here, in front of the famous Harry Potter, laid the biggest hypocrite in the Wizarding Community. It had been Voldemort who had had a Muggle father and a witch mother, and it had been Voldemort who had made it clear over three terrifying decades that people with such parentage were to be deemed unworthy of respect or title or a place in the Wizarding World itself, actually. The Bloody Hypocrite.




Harry was dimly aware that three someones were now behind him, staring into the cold eyes of the thing that was once Lord Voldemort. “Harry?” Ron and Hermione asked circumspectly as they stood transfixed on either side of him. Harry could not bring himself to look at them, he was a murderer now, and no matter if he had rid the world of filth or not—he was a murderer none the less. He saw himself slightly less worthy in these innocent people’s presence.




“Harry, its over, its all over,’ the third someone, a short red-headed girl, placed her pale hand on his and sat beside him in the mud. “Harry, come,” Ginny spoke with a soft determination in her voice, as she had when she had had to lead him away from another horrific death. Harry unconsciously tightened his own grip on her hand and allowed himself to be pulled toward an old shoe. “Portus,” he heard Ron mutter, as though he himself was in a daze. Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione each placed a tired hand on the dirty old camping boot and felt the familiar jerk behind their navel as they landed in the Burrow’s kitchen with a dull thud.





I've done this on my own
and I don't care what you do to me,
I wouldnt hand over what is mine
Ive done this for too long,
to let you take it away from me,
its to late to stop me
cause I refuse to die.




Ginny knew why Harry had to defeat Voldemort, she had known that odds were he would not come out alive, and she had known he did not want her to fight that fateful night. But since when did Harry get what he wanted—let alone what was fair? He hadn’t WANTED Sirius or his parents or Dumbledore or Cedric dead, lord knows he would have preferred them alive. Truth be told, Ginny also knew it wasn’t fair to make Harry suffer over more deaths than necessary. But, then again, SHE felt it was her duty to help him through this.




This battle, truth be told, was as much hers as it was Harry’s. She had been deeply effected by You-Know-Who as well. In fact, some students had called her THE GIRL WHO SURVIVED, due to the Chamber of Secrets ordeal, as a counter-act with the BOY WHO LIVED. Ginny deserved her revenge, for herself, for the Uncles and cousins and Aunts she would never meet due to him, but mostly she felt she deserved to fight For Harry. She too had fought this battle for far too long, and she was not going to let HIM win, HE was not going to tear her future, Ron’s future, Hermione’s future, and Harry’s future, apart. She refused to die or lose. She refused to give into his clever ideas and cruel ways of torture. It had long ago been to late to stop her. Not that many were foolish enough to try.

I'm not a problem
untill you make one out of spite
Ill give you hell and consequences for trying,
don't want an enemy,
DON'T **** WITH MY LIFE




This was all Voldemort’s own fault, he brought this madness upon himself, no one asked it of him, Harry recollected information. Harry was no threat at all until Voldemort created one out of spit and hatred for muggle-borns like Lily Evans-Potter. He wasn’t a problem for Voldemort until Voldemort made him one. Tom brought his on death to himself—rather funny for a man who wished to be immortal beyond all others.




But because Voldemort had tried, had showed at Godric’s Hollow and proceeded to murder Harry’s family, because Voldemort had been to stupid to realize ANYTHING, Harry Potter was determined to put him through horrors unknown to even Harry himself. If Voldemort didn’t want an enemy who could destroy him, didn’t want someone who could be his downfall, maybe (just maybe) he shouldn’t have gone an screwed up Harry’s life and altered destiny and fate. Maybe if Voldemort didn’t want an enemy, he wouldn’t have killed nearly everyone Harry loved and held close, maybe he shouldn’t have ignited that flame within him and caused Harry to want Voldemort’s downfall with every fiber of his being. Maybe.

I will not be afraid,
I will not be afraid,

Ive done this on my own
and I don't care what you do to me,
I woulnt hand over what is mine
Ive done this for too long,
to let you take it away from me,
its to late to stop me
cause I refuse to die.

Ive done this on my own
and I don't care what you do to me,
I woulnt hand over ,
I woulnt hand over what is mine
Ive done this for too long,
to let you take it away from me,
its to late to stop me
cause I refuse
I refuse... to die.
I refuse to die!




Harry and Ginny had not fallen victims to Voldemort that day, nor were there truest friends: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. Instead they each received several injuries and a few nasty scares a piece, not that scares were anything new to any of them.




The six friends that had, coincidentally, been the most effected by Voldemort of all others, marched to the battle field, where they would fight their own battles and revenge those who they needed to avenge personally. They Sang:




 




 




So many
Bright lights to cast a shadow
But can I speak?
Well is it hard understanding
I'm incomplete
A life that's so demanding
I get so weak
A loveless soul demanding
I can't speak

I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you could say can stop me going home





I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you could say can stop me going home




 




(MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE- FAMOUS LAST WORDS SNIPPET)




 




The six were not all together for several years 4 to be exact, for directly after Harry’s victory had been confirmed and Death Eaters had fled, Luna had scribbled a hasty note (found on the ground near the boot they used to portkey home) it read the following:




 




Dearest Ginny, Ron, Harry and (of course) Hermione;




            Harry, I am sure you are rather panicky wondering where Neville and I have gone. I am pleased to say I know you that well. We are both fine, or will be soon. I am uninjured other than a small wound from my neck’s crease to my chin. Rather nasty and I don’t remember how I got it. Neville, on the other hand, got pretty bruised up by that awful Bellatrix and, from what he’s mumbling now, her husband, Rupholdus. I am taking him to St. Mungo’s, I do not intend to tell them where we were, Harry and You all may inform the press at your leisure, but I suggest sooner would be best.




            I have some business to attend to after I see Neville to the hospital, rather important you see. I fear we may never be together again (not all six at once anyways,) and I will most likely be the one absent. In this case, please know I have always thought very high of each of you. You were all such admirable friends, and I thank you for that.




            With Voldemort (stop flinching RON!) gone, I know we are all safe in my minds eye, and I have left a Gurdyroot and several other things in my home in the village for your use. Oh, bother, well, the nurse has just informed me that Neville will be here for rather a week or so, for your information.




            I rather do hope to see you all very soon.




                                                                                    Much Love,




                                                                                                LOONY Luna Lovegood




 




            It had literally brought tears to the quartets eyes that whatever journey Luna was embarking on now could be fatal. When they next saw her, Luna would claim to have become closer to her dead mother, Ginny and Harry would be dating once more, Harry heading the Auror Department and Ginny heading the head trauma area of St. Mungo’s, Ron would be playing for Puddlemere United and Hermione would be back to making her genious inventions in a Ministry laboratory for the common Witch and Wizard. Neville would change much, perhaps more so than Luna herself, he would have taken over the Herbology post at Hogwarts, now running strong as ever, and be next in line for head of Gryffindor. But that was six years in the future…




 




THE END A/n: don’t be too harsh, it isn’t my first fic but it is my first actually ABOUT the final battle and its exact events (more or less clearly told) and its my first song fic, which I think went rather well. I am also very pleased with the two songs I picked as those artists and songs are amazing and have very powerful (and plot related) lyrics…. Constructive critisicm is most welcome, but if you really loved it or something, please let me know and I swear I won’t cry my heart out if you completely bash it because I write for my enjoyment and pleasure and hopefully for your entertainment…. If you don’t like it I am sorry.




 

Track This Story: Feed


Write a Review

out of 10

JOIN HARRY POTTER FANFICTION


Get access to every new feature the moment it comes out.

Register Today!