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Voldemort's Fall
By MrGriffin

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Category: Post-OotP
Characters:Harry/Ginny
Genres: General
Warnings: None
Story is Complete
Rating: G
Reviews: 8
Summary: The Death of Voldemort and Harry's goodbyes
Hitcount: Story Total: 3717







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A/N: I just started writing this. I had no plot planned out and didn’t have any idea where I wanted it to go. I don’t know if it is good or not. And I don’t know if the grammar is correct. But I had fun doing it and thought maybe someone would like to read it. The song is Always by Bon Jovi. I was listening to it when I wrote the letters. The latin for the spell I pieced together from an online translator. I think it means Life Bound Through Love. I apologize for butchering the language.


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Harry Potter sat in the Hogwarts’ owlery very early Christmas morning. He was sitting against the wall under the window talking to his owl, Hedwig, who was perched on his knee. He had a very sad look in his emerald green eyes as he stroked Hedwig’s head.

“You know what to do, right Hedwig?” The owl hooted at him indignantly. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s just really important.” Hedwig looked sadly back at her master, before jumping up to his shoulder and gently nipping his ear.

Harry gave her a brief one armed hug, before saying, “I’ll miss you, girl.” Hedwig nuzzled her head against his cheek, then took off and disappeared into the rafters. Harry stood up and bowed his head for a moment, than left the owlery.

Harry made his way slowly through the ancient castle, carefully observing everything he passed, like he was trying to memorize every detail of the only place he had ever considered home. He stopped at the doors to the grounds and stood, silently, before reaching a hand up and resting it on the doors.

“Thank you,” Harry said, then pushed open the doors and left Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.




Ginny Weasley slowly opened her eyes, and groaned.

“It’s too early,” she mumbled, gazing around blearily. She pulled aside her bed curtains enough to see the pale predawn light spilling in through the window of her dormitory. She looked around her dorm. All the other beds were empty. She was the only sixth year girl in Gryffindor who had stayed for Christmas. Ron and Hermoine had stayed as well. They all wanted to make sure that Harry wasn’t alone for the holiday.

“The stupid prat!” she hissed.

Ginny wasn’t quite sure why she cared. He had certainly made it clear that he didn’t. After Sirius had died, they had become close friends. They could relate. They have both had similar experiences. And she wasn’t afraid of him, like Ron and Hermoine were. She was the only one who would stand up to him when he was in one of his rages.

Then came that day. It was both the best and worst day of her life. That day, he had kissed her. He had told her he loved her and he kissed her. She had waited for years to hear those words from him, and just when she had given up, he surprised her. That day he also broke her heart. That night she found him alone in the common room. He sat in front of the fire, pale and shaking. He had just had one of his nightmares. She sat down next to him and started to comfort him. And that’s when he did it. He told her he only kissed her because he needed to feel close to someone and she was there. It didn’t mean anything to him. He could never love her.
Ginny had cried for days, Ron had punched him and Hermoine didn’t speak to him for a week. They forgave him eventually, except for Ginny. She hasn’t spoken to him since, except in sarcasm and hurtfulness. Yet, she stayed with him for Christmas. Even after what he did, she still harbored feelings for him.

Swinging her legs over the edge of her bed, she sat up and shivered. It was cold. She got up to check the window when her stomach flopped. A strange feeling came over her and she started to get anxious. Just when she got to the window, a giant explosion rocked Gryffindor Tower, knocking her off her feet.

Scrambling to her feet, she looked out the window and a piercing shriek erupted from her.

“HARRYYYY!”




Harry swayed on his feet in front of a smoking crater. ‘Almost got me there,’ he thought. Looking back at Voldemort, he raised his wand.

“You’ll have to do better than that, Tom!”

“You’ll die today, boy,” Voldemort rasped. “Your brave ‘Order of the Phoenix’ isn’t here to save you.”

“I don’t need to be saved,” Harry grunted. Dumbledore and the Order had waged war against The Deatheaters all throughout Harry’s sixth year. Most of the Order members ended up dead, crippled, or worse. Moody lost his other leg and had his back broken. He can no longer move anything below his neck. Remus was captured and tortured with silver. Tonks had been used in some sort of ritual. They never found all her pieces. Many others had been killed in battle. And Dumbledore. He had been subjected to the Cruciatus Curse by Voldemort himself. The Headmaster now occupied a bed at St. Mungos, next to the Longbottoms. But the Deatheaters didn’t survive, either.

“It’s just you and me Tom! The way it was meant to be!”

With his shout still ringing in the air, Harry leaped towards Voldemort, curses flying.





Ginny ran frantically through the castle, Ron and Hermoine following close behind. They had to get to Harry. They couldn’t let him face Voldemort on his own. They got to the front doors just as Headmistress McGonagall flew through them.
Racing out the doors after Mcgonagall, they stopped in amazement. Voldemort was lying on the ground. Harry was standing over him, with two wands pointed unwaveringly. He had disarmed Voldemort!

“This is it Tom. You will no longer dictate my life.”

“You can’t kill me, Potter! You don’t have the power. You’re WEAK!”

“Wrong. I know what power I have. And I understand now what Dumbledore was trying to tell me. My power doesn’t come from my magic. That’s only the form it takes. My power comes from my heart. More specifically the love I have for my friends and my classmates, my teachers. Everyone who has touched my life in a positive way or believed in me. That’s where my strength comes from. That’s where I get the courage to DESTROY YOU!”

As his shout was still ringing in the air, Harry Potter gathered all the energy he had. From his soul, his body, and his love; he took it all. His eyes blazed with emerald fire and the magic poured off him in waves, almost visible. His body trembled with the pent up energy as he looked upon his enemy one last time.

“For everything you took from me. For every innocent life you destroyed. Avada Kedavra.”

Two green balls of fire lanced from the wands. They seared through the air and with a great crack, they struck Voldemort in his head and his heart. Voldemort screamed as they made contact and combusted on his body. He writhed as his body burned and twisted. A foul, greasy smoke rose from his body and took the shape of a screaming head, before being shredded by an unfelt blast of wind.

When the smoke dissipated, Harry lowered the wands and the fire died. The visage of Voldemort was gone. In its place was the face and body of a fifty something year old man. No red eyes or scales. The hatred of Voldemort had been burned away, leaving only the wasted body of a broken man.

“I hope you find peace, Tom Riddle.”

And with those last words, Harry Potter collapsed to the ground.




Ginny, Ron and Hermoine sat in the Hospital Wing, gathered around the prone form of Harry Potter. He wasn’t dead. He was in a coma. That last curse had used all the energy his body had. The only reason his heart and lungs were still working were because of a spell. Madame Pomfrey had done all she could.

“There is a spell…..” Hermoine started. Looking at Ginny and Ron, she continued. “There is a spell that might help him recover. It will provide the energy his body needs to govern itself.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Cast it!” Ron bellowed.

“It’s not that simple! This spell would bond him to the caster. His body would share the life-force of the other.”

“So? Do it already!”

Hermoine sighed. “You don’t understand Ron. They would share the same life-force. The caster would give up half its life!”

“They would both die early, Ron. Their lifespan would be cut short,” explained Ginny

“Oh.”

“Plus they would already have to be bonded at a very deep emotional level. Being a friend, or even a best friend wouldn’t work.” Hermoine sighed and wiped her eyes. “I don’t think he ever trusted anyone enough to form such a bo-“

Hermoine was cut off from the arrival of an owl. A snowy white owl. It landed on Harry’s bed and hooted at them.

“Hedwig. You have a package for Harry?” said Hermoine. She leaned forward and removed the small package from Hedwig’s leg. Glancing at it, her eyes widened. “This is for us! It’s from Harry!”

At the others exclamations of surprise, Hermoine ripped open the package. “There’s letters for each of us and some books. I wonder what they are.”

Handing out the other two letters, she slowly opened hers. Gathering herself, she started to read:

Dear Hermoine,
If Hedwig delivered this letter, then I am probably dead. I know it would be useless to tell you not to be sad, because you will be anyways. So instead I am just going to tell you what you have meant to me.
When Voldemort killed my parents, it wasn’t just their lives he took. He also took the lives of any siblings I might have ever had. But I found a sister in you. You’ve done for me everything a sister would. I thank you for that. You helped give me what I wanted most: a family.
Now, those books that came with this letter. Those are my autobiographies detailing my life. You know how much I hated all the attention I got from the press, especially when they had the stories and facts wrong and mixed up. So I wrote it for them. Make sure those get published EXACTLY as they are. I want all the proceeds from the sales to go to an orphan relief fund. And I want a special orphanage opened up in Hogsmeade for war orphans. I’ve given you access to my Gringotts vault. Use that money to pay for it.

I love you Hermoine.

Harry Potter

Hermoine looked up with tears in her eyes to see Ron struggling to keep his in. He looked up at Hermoine and then back at the letter:


Hey Ron
Looks like I fought the good fight, eh? Well, hopefully I took the bastard down with me! Well, not much to say to you Ron except for thanks. You’ve been a brother and a friend to me and that meant the world. There is no one else I would have wanted at my back. Take care of the girls for me. I love you.

Harry Potter

Ron looked up again and grabbed Hermoine’s hand. She had tears running down her face. Seeing that, Ron stopped struggling and let his own fall. They heard a cry and looked over at Ginny. She was staring at her letter in anger.

“Ginny….” Ron stopped talking as her eyes snapped to his.

“What’s the spell, Hermoine?”

“The…The Spell?”

“THE BONDING SPELL! WHAT IS IT?” Ginny shrieked.

“I….I h..have to look it up.” Hermoine responded haltingly.

“Find me when you have it!” With that, Ginny threw Harry’s letter at his body and she rushed through the doors.

Wondering what that was about, Hermoine picked up the letter. Reading it, she gasped. “Ron! Read this!”


My Dearest Ginny,


I wrote this letter to you dozens of times. But nothing seemed to be enough to tell you how sorry I am about what I said. But I think this will. I wrote this song for you. Maybe you will sing it some day.

This Romeo is bleeding
But you can’t see his blood
It’s nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up

It’s been raining since you left me
Now I’m drowning in the flood
You see I’ve always been a fighter
But without you I give up

Now I can’t sing a love song
Like the way it’s meant to be
Well, I guess I’m not that good anymore
But baby, that’s just me

And I will love you, baby - always
And I’ll be there forever and a day - always
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I’ll love you - always

Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I’d give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers try to understand
I’ve made mistakes, I’m just a man

When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you’ve been needing to hear
I’ll wish I was him ’cause those words are mine
To say to you till the end of time

Yeah, I will love you baby - always
And I’ll be there forever and a day - always

If you told me to cry for you
I could
If you told me to die for you
I would
Take a look at my face
There’s no price I won’t pay
To say these words to you

Well, there ain’t no luck
In these loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams
And our old lives
We’ll find a place where the sun still shines

And I will love you, baby - always
And I’ll be there forever and a day - always
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I’ll love you - always


I didn’t mean what I said to you Ginny. That dream I had that night. It was a scar dream. Voldemort found out about you. He was going to kill you. I couldn’t let that happen. I’m sorry. I love you, Ginny. More than anything else. I hope you find someone that makes you happy someday.

Love Always,
Harry Potter


“Oh, Harry..” Hermoine cried.


Hours later, Hermoine, Ron and Ginny entered the hospital wing. They made their way over to Harry Potter’s bed. They stared for a few moments at their comatose friend, watching his chest slowly rise and fall as the sustaining spells did their work. Finally, Ginny looked up at Hermoine serious expression.

“How do I perform the spell?”

“Are you sure Ginny?” asked Hermoine. “The consequences-“

“I know the consequences!” Ginny shrieked.

Hermoine sighed. “You put your wand to his temple and say ‘Vitalis Obligatus conficio amor.”

“Easy enough.”

“And,” continued Hermoine, “you must be lying next to him. Skin to skin.”

“Skin to…..I have to be naked!”

“And him.” Stated Hermoine.

“But…..fine. Turn around.”

Ginny swiftly removed her robes and the uniform underneath. Then she turned to Harry and started on his clothes. Being in the hospital wing, Harry only had on pajamas and his undergarments. Ginny blushed when she had to pull off his boxers. When Harry was as bare as her, she climbed into bed with him and pulled up the covers.

“Alright. I’m ready.” When Ron and Hermoine turned around, Ginny put her wand to Harry’s temple and softly said, “Vitalis Obligatus conficio amor.”

Ginny felt a swirling sensation begin in the pit of her stomach, before rising up to her head. The world around her started spinning and a roar in her ears was drowning out all other sound. She started sweating and shaking from being cold all at once. Then her world just went black.





Harry Potter slowly swam into consciousness. His senses were all fuzzy and his head felt extremely heavy. His eyes fluttered open and a white mass met his blurred vision. ‘Hospital wing,’ he thought. ‘Wonder what I did this time.’

Moving only his eyes, as his head was still too heavy; Harry noticed a blur of red next to his head. ‘What is that?’ He tried to shift a little to get a better view, when the other thing moved and mumbled something unintelligible. ‘It’s a person! The red must be hair and that was definitely a feminine voice. Oh, GOD. GINNY! What is she doing here!’

Feeling started to come back to his body. His fingers and toes started to tingle and he could feel the warmth in his limbs. Harry started to move when he felt something slide across his leg. ‘Hmm. That was really smooth. Wonder what kind of pajamas she’s wearing.’

Starting to feel really hot, Harry decided to push down the blankets. He got the blanket halfway down his chest when he stopped. ‘I don’t have any clothes on! Neither does she!’ Quickly pulling the blanket back up, Harry wondered what had happened. ‘How did I get myself into this mess.’

Then the memories hit him. Voldemort, the last battle, trying to push away his friends, telling Ginny he didn’t… ‘Oh know. What did I do? How could I say that?’

Harry started to feel tired again. His eyelids got heavy and his thoughts started to get all mixed up. Memories of Voldemort, Ginny, Dumbledore, and his friends all started to swirl together in his brain. However, one thought shot above all the rest as he fell into blissful sleep. ‘I’m sleeping with my Ginny! My beautiful Ginny! And were both naked! Holy crap! Ron’s going to KILL me!’

THE END
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