A/N: thought up the last line and from there this evolved. hope you like. :D

A Battle Lost

The curse rushed towards him, tiny flames that looked like writhing serpents twisting around the spells jade heart.

Everyone on the battlefield stopped their duels and lowered their wands. Watching the light arc agonizingly slow across the darkening sky. People on the side of light screamed, while all of those that hid their faces behind emotionless masks held their breath.

Slowly the lights from all of the hexes and spells that had just been cast faded into the growing night as everyone watched the very last light. They all knew, both allies and enemies, that this one emerald curse would end it all.

One way or another

Only two sounds remained, and only one heard them in such clarity.

His cruel high-pitched laughter, the triumph in that one cold sound was sickening. Sending wracking waves of ice through his system.

And the sound of the curse, roaring in his ears, hissing through the still damp air that lingered after the storm.

He steeled himself for death and stood his ground. Accepting his fate. But hating it all the same.

Black hair the colour of the night that was falling around him began to whip around his pale face,

The small red line, etched into his skin at the beginning began to tingle, sensing the end. A crack of lightning split the sky in two, mimicking the shape of the mark on his brow.

The green light reflected in equally green eyes.

Full circle.

Life and death

The Boy-Who-Lived.

The Boy-Who-Died.

A battle lost.

Heya. just a short drabble i thought up. hope you liked. please review!