Voldemort destroyed by Harry's power (very long)

[severusbook4]

No: HPFGUIDX 79737

--- In HPforGrownups at yahoogroups.com, "friendjoshua" <jeanes at m...> wrote:
> ...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live 
> while the other survives...
> 
> I don't believe that this has been put before you yet, so I wanted to 
> throw out my own prediction on the final ending of the book.  It is 
> based on the quote above and some other facts:
> 
> -Voldemort is an evil man - you could say he is pure evil with no 
> ability to love.
> -Harry's power is love, something that Voldemort knows nothing about.
> -Voldemort sent some of his power into Harry after the initial 
> attack.  This power connects Harry and Voldemort in a way that is 
> beyond the normal powers of magic (which allows each to read each 
> other's emotions at any distance - not something that normal 
> Legilimency doesn't seem to allow).
> -JK has said that Harry may not survive the 7th book - or at least 
> there will be no more books after the 7th.
<Very, very snipped>

Sevvie here:

Ah, the end of a wonderful series of books.  Your's sounded very "Ghost in a shell", a 
melding of two to make one.  How about this end?  I takes from the first battle 
between Harry and voldemort, when Harry was just one.

Harry is beaten, his friends bodies are sprawled across the ground.  The only thought 
that crosses his mind is "Please don't let them be dead." As if he had spoken them 
aloud Voldemort walks to him and looks down on Harry sitting on his knees as if 
prayer.  "Your precious friends are not dead, merely unconscious, as Nagini prefers 
her food to be alive."  "Please.  Don't kill them,  I won't fight. Kill me instead, just not 
them."  Harry pleads with him.  "Spare them?  Why?  I plan to kill you all!"  Voldemort 
laughs cold and hauntily.  Voldemort drops his wand to Harry's head and speaks the 
unforgivable curse.  Harry braces for the inevitable and only thinks of his friends, 
wanting more than ever to be able to save them.  And all goes black.

     Harry awakens in a very familiar bed.  It is in the school hospital wing, he raises 
his extremely painful head and looks down the row of beds, and to his relief his 
friends are there, a little worse for wear but most definitly alive.  Dead people don't 
lie in hospital beds.  A comforting voice catches his attention, Dumbledohr is 
speaking to nurse Pomfrey, but Harry can't understand what they are saying, his head 
just hurts too much to try.  Dumbledohr exits her office and looks toward Harry's bed.  
"Ah, you're awake."  He smiles at Harry.  "What happened?" "Where's Voldemort?" 
Harry asked even though each word cut through his head like a knife. "The most 
peculiar thing happened, Harry." Dumbledohr said. "It seems that your sacrifice saved 
you and your friends.  The last thing you thought about was not your safety, but that 
of your friends, and this turned Voldemort's spell back on him again, but this time, 
since your blood resided within his own, he was mortal.  Voldemort was completely 
destroyed." Harry strained against his pain "But how? How could I do that with a 
thought?"  "It wasn't the thought in itself but what birthed the thought in the first 
place Harry.  It was the selfless love behind it.  Your mother saved you the first time 
withthat love and you saved your friends with it this time."  "But why did I survive 
Proffessor?" "Harry, I can't answer that question, because I do not know.  It could be 
your mothers love that saved you, or the love your friends have for you, and what 
ever it was, it saved you again. You are the boy who lived again."  "Is he really dead 
this time? I mean he isn't going to come back again is he?" These last few words 
brought tears to Harry's eyes, the pain was just too great for him to fight any longer.
"Harry, you need to rest. We will talk more after you are stronger." "Please." Harry 
strained. "Alright. Yes his is dead, and he will never come back.  We are sure of this 
because this time we found his body.  We took no chances though and it brought to 
Azkaban so the dementors could watch over it.  And, in the end, it decayed. So 
Voldemort is no longer."  Harry relaxed and looked over at his friends, battered and 
bruised, but all there.  "You sleep now Harry." "How long?" Harry asked.  "A month, 
you and your friends have been here for a month.  They will be fine, your are the last 
to awaken.  You and your friends did a great thing, but almost died.  It will be awhile 
longer before you are back to yourselves. No more questions, just sleep.  And don't 
worry about your new scar, girls like scars."  And on his head, almost right in line 
with the scarthat had made him famous, was another just like it.  Harry put his hand 
very tenderly to his head and traced his finger over a very sore place, and he could 
feel it.  His fame had started with the creation of the first scar and he fufilled the 
prophesy with the creation of his second one.

Just a mental meandering.  Sorry it was so long.

Sevvie