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A/N: This is a really short, Dark, harry potter-based oneshot. But it certainly was fun to write.

Harry Potter stood on the battlefield and watched the dying. He could see his old friend Hermione Granger slowing dying as she wept over Ron Weasly's body. He watched as Colin Creevey attempted to stand and fell, again and again. He saw every other Order member, dead.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to look at his father, who for the first time in many years was smiling.

He turned back to the battlefield and watched as Albus Dumbledore struggled to his feet. So the old man wasn't dead yet.

Dumbledore limped over to where the pair stood, and lost his balance. He ended up on his knees before the two most feared wizards of the age, "I'm sorry, Harry. I've failed you."

Harry stared down at him with disdain, andthen glanced at his father, who nodded. Harry lifted his wand.

"Avada Kedavra."

Lord Voldemort smiled.

The war was over, and the Dark side had won.

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