Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series.

Since the death of Albus Dumbledore over a year ago. The Wizarding world had been plunged into a paralyzing fear. No one left their house at night. Those brave enough to move at night, were usually found dead the next morning. But on this mild June night it was different.

A lone figure was running down the street in the village of Hogsmead.

"It's over. It's all over. Harry Potter has done it. He defeated You-Know-Who. Come out and rejoice."

To many of the villagers he was a man who had gone mad. To the others he was a dead man walking. But as he was running down the streets the Wizarding Wireless Network was basically saying the same thing. The Dark Lord was dead.

In an instance parties were being thrown all over the country. But their jubilation was to be cut short, when the following report was made.

"This is special reporter Almond Dean, and I'm standing in front of St. Mungo's where I have just heard a most disturbing report. It is with a heavy heart that I have to say this. But I have been informed that Harry Potter, has just passed away. From what his healers tell me his wounds were just too serious. I say again. Harry Potter a.k.a. The-Boy-Who-Lived, as died."

Miles away in the small village of Ottery St Catchpole, a young woman had just received the news that she feared the most.

"NO!" She screamed.

"I'm sorry Ginny. But . . . oh I can't do this."

"NO! It can't be true. He promised me, Hermione. He promised to come back to me." She said with tears streaming down her face.

"Sorry Ginny." Hermione whispered.

"Tell me how?"

"I don't think that's a good idea Ginny." Ron said walking into the room.

"Please tell me, Ron. I-I-I need to know?" Ginny said.

"All right I'll tell you. But I must warn you it isn't good." Ron stated.

"Just tell me."

"I can't." Ron said, with tears streaming down his face.

"WHY NOT?"

"Because I can't put it into words." He said hanging his head in shame.

"Then put the memory in here and I'll watch it." Ginny said pulling out the pensive Harry gave her for Christmas.

"Ginny I must warn you the battles are not pretty. I should know I was there." Hermione said, while Ron put the memory in the bowl.

"Just play it." Ginny said.

Ron tapped his wand to the pensive and invoking the memory to play over the surface of the bowl.

"Ron if I don't make it today can you please tell Ginny."

"She already knows mate. She already knows." Ron said.

"I don't know about you two but, It's been an honor to know you Harry, and I'm proud to call you my brother." Hermione said.

"I could say the same, Hermione. Well it's been a wild ride and tonight it comes to an end." Harry said, then he turned to the crowd that had gathered.

"Tonight is the night we march into battle, hopeful to put an end to the Dark Lord and his armies of darkness. But many of you must know that you will fall in battle, but before you do now that of all the Death Eaters that fall tonight will be one less to hurt your families. This is what we have been training for, men and women. For this night evil will be put down. This night we protect our future and our loved ones so they may know peace once more. But from this day forth we shall be remembered: we happy few. For he or she that shed their blood with me, shall forever be known as my brothers and sisters." Harry said to the crowd. A great cheer went up from the gathered witches and wizards. "Now before we leave, I must ask this. To those who wish to leave may do so now is the time. I will not look upon those who leave as cowards."

"Where with you to the end Harry." Someone called, and was readily back by everyone there.

"Well then let us march into battle. With our heads held high and our heart's pure. For I will not go quietly into the night. So lets march." Harry said.

The armies of light and dark meet on a grassy plain in northen Scotland. The two armies paused as they locked eyes with one another.

Pulling the Sword of Gryffindor for its sheath. Those who had swords drew theirs also. Rasing his hand. He issued the command they all waited for.

"Cry havoc and let loose the dogs of war. CHARGE!"

The charging army caught the Death Eaters off guard. But they too were fighting back. The sound of steel on steel was ringing in the night air. Spells were also being traded back and forth, lighted up the night sky.

Soon Harry found his true prey.

"Ah, young Harry. I'm so glad you could make it." Voldemort said.

"My pleasure Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"Don't call me by that name!"

"Why are you afraid of your own name Tom?"

"I will enjoy killing you." Voldemort said.

"Put the wand away Tom. You know it's useless. So why not do this the way our ancestors did. With the sword." Harry said.

"If that is the way you wish to die then so be it."

Rushing to the attack Harry sent an over head chop that was blocked. With that attack the fight was on.

Everyone stopped fighting to watch the fight between the Dark Lord and Harry Potter. Seeing an opportunity the army of light subdued the remaining Death Eaters.

Harry was losing and both men knew it. Suddenly a knife appeared in Voldemort's off hand. Harry never noticed the move, nor did he see the knife until it had plunged into his chest.

"I have you know boy. Soon you will be dead." Voldemort said, who suddenly fell to the ground after a reduction curse hit his leg

"You first." Harry said, and with the last of his strength he took Voldemort's head clean from his shoulders.

After he fired the curse, Ron started to run up the hill. He arrived just in time to see Harry cut the head of the serpent. Ron ran strait to Harry catching him before he hit the ground.

"Tell Ginny that I'm sorry that I won't be returning home."

With a final gasping breath, Harry Potter died in his friends arms.

Ginny had tears in her eyes as she watched the memory retreat into the pensive.

"The news said he died at St. Mungo's?" Ginny said.

"He didn't. It was a cover story." Hermione said.

"You should be proud of him Ginny. But one thing I do know is that his final thoughts were of you." Ron said, but he couldn't take the sorrow anymore and broke down right then and there.

Ginny got up and left the room, leaving Hermione to take care of Ron. Leaning up against the wall, she slowly sank to the floor. Drawing up her knees to her chest, she started to cry for the man she had just lost.

A/N: Well what do you think of this one. This might be a one shot. Don't know yet. Tell me what you think and would you all like to see another chapter? One a side note I do not own the plays Henry V or Julius Caesar.