Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Harry Potter. They are the property of J. K. Rowling.
From inside their dormitories, the students of Hogwarts watched in astonishment as pillars of fire exploded out of Harry Potter's hands. The flames surrounded the young wizard, and he folded his arms across his chest.
"Ron, what's going on out there? What is Harry doing?" Lavender gasped trying not to gawk.
"I…I don't know…I've never seen anything like this!" the red-haired young man answered. He watched his best friend in awe wondering how he could be doing this.
"What in blazes is Harry trying to do?" Hagrid shouted as he saw the fireball engulf his long-time friend.
"Hagrid!" Remus called to him, "Give me a hand!" The half-giant looked at the elder man carrying a limp Professor Dumbledore and Sirius over his shoulder.
"Is he all right?" Professor McGonagall asked as she knelt down to check on the headmaster.
"I think so, but it's gonna take a long time before his strength comes back."
Dumbledore's eyes opened slightly, and McGonagall gazed down at him.
"Albus, stay still, you need to rest." The elder man turned his head, and he smiled when he saw the fire surrounding Harry.
"At last, he's found it!"
"Found what, Professor?" five different people asked at once - Professor McGonagall, Snape, Fudge, Hagrid, and Remus.
"Harry's power is awakening. Now, it is time to see what he can really do."
Back outside, Harry opened his eyes and looked directly at Voldemort. He could feel his power inside him; it was his for the taking.
A loud screech could be heard all around Hogwarts; it sounded like a large bird. Harry stretched out his arms, and the fire surrounding him exploded outwards. The pillars from each of his arms formed into wings, and the fire above him formed into a head with a long tuft at one end and a long beak at the other.
"AWWWWWKKKKKK!!!" the mighty bird called as its mouth opened in a loud cry.
Voldemort could only stand and stare as he watched a phoenix take shape around Harry Potter's body.
"What is this?" he demanded.
"Now Voldemort, we end this once and for all," Harry nearly growled. The phoenix screeched, and its flaming eyes bore into the Dark Lord's face.
"You will not defeat me, boy. I enjoyed the fireworks show, but it can easily be extinguished."
Voldemort raised his wand and directed it towards the lake near Hagrid's shack.
"Aquas Tidales!"
The water in the lake exploded upwards and surged towards Harry like a giant tidal wave. He showed no signs of backing down, and Voldemort directed the wall of water directly onto him.
Harry crossed his arms in front of him, and the phoenix closed its wings around he and Hermione.
"That won't help you, Harry Potter!" Voldemort laughed as the tidal wave slammed into the firebird.
Water sprayed everywhere upon impact, but it merely evaporated into the air. The phoenix reopened its wings, and Harry shook his head.
"You're finished, Voldemort!"
The Dark Lord's eyes burned with hatred, but they fell upon the limp figure lying next to Harry on the ground. Aiming his wand directly at Hermione, he snarled evilly.
"No more games, Potter, you will now watch your 'girlfriend' die in your arms!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Harry grabbed Hermione just in time as the puff of green smoke appeared. She coughed raggedly as he held her in his arms, and blood splattered on his sweater. He knew that she was in bad shape.
He put her back down on the ground and picked up her left hand. The ring that he had given her was still on her finger, and it glistened slightly from the flames around them.
"Hogwarts Main Gate," Harry stated and cast a spell on the ring.
Hermione disappeared in a flash. He'd made her ring into a portkey, and Remus could remove the spell once she was back inside.
Hermione emerged in the middle of a very surprised crowd of people. Ron and Lavender immediately went to her side, and Professor McGonagall checked her injuries. The older woman's face turned grim.
"Is she gonna be all right?" Ron asked worriedly.
"We need to get her to the hospital wing. Hagrid?" The half-giant nodded and picked up the young woman easily. With Ron and Lavender in tow, he headed for Madam Pomfrey's ward.
Harry Potter could not remember ever being angry with too many people - the Dursleys…yes, Draco Malfoy…on occasion. But he had never felt such a surge of raw fury as he did at that moment.
"Voldemort!" he roared so loud the earth almost shook. The dark wizard almost gulped.
"Many people have tried to kill me, Harry Potter, and they have all failed - so will you."
The phoenix surrounding Harry's body diminished in size until it disappeared completely. Harry stood back up to his feet and pulled out his wand. Pointing it at his opponent, a stream of ice arrows shot out front his wand.
Voldemort levitated up into the air to avoid the attack, and Harry was waiting for that.
"What's the matter, boy, your fire burn out?"
"I'm not going to waste the phoenix on you!"
"A bit overconfident aren't we?"
"No, I just finally understand who am I."
"And who are you, Harry Potter?" The young man's eyes narrowed, and his expression hardened into a look of cold determination.
"Your devise!"
Voldemort raised his wand, and a spark ignited at the end of it. The wizard launched his attack at Harry, but it exploded several feet before it reached him. The brightest of the explosion forced the young man to cover his eyes, and that's what Voldemort was waiting. He disapparated from where he was and apparated right in front of Harry.
"Uh!" He suddenly felt a cold hand wrap around his throat.
"Now Harry Potter, you will die by my own hand." Voldemort squeezed, and Harry began to gag.
"Be a good boy and die!" The Dark Lord tightened his grip, and Harry could feel consciousness slipping from him.
"No!" he shouted, "I won't let this happen!"
Harry grabbed the hand around his throat. As of a sudden, Voldemort's skin began to sizzle. He felt a hideous burning sensation on his hand.
"What is this? I'm immune to your stupid protection!"
"Wrong, you bastard, you may have used my blood to revive yourself, but you'll never be like me!"
Harry felt Voldemort's hand melting in his grasp, and the evil wizard drew back from him sharply.
"Oh no you don't!" Harry quickly put his hands on his face, and Voldemort howled in pain.
"This can't be! I cannot be beaten by you!"
Harry pressed his hands harder against his face, and his skin began to disintegrate just as Professor Quirl's had so long ago. Voldemort's body turned to dust, and his robe floated back down to the ground. Harry floated back down to the ground, and a small smile appeared on his face.
"It's over."
Brushing the sweat from his brow, Harry turned around to hear cheering coming from every window in Hogwarts. Blushing slightly in embarrassment, the young man headed back to the main gate.
Remus was waiting for him, and a semi-conscious Sirius was standing next to him with his arm over his shoulder. Professor Dumbledore was back on his feet as well with a little help from Professor McGonagall.
"Well done, Harry, well done," Dumbledore said proudly. All of the boy's mentors were smiling at him, and the young man flushed slightly.
Despite his friends' cheers, Harry felt uneasy. Something wasn't right about this. He turned around, and his eyes fell upon the place where Voldemort's former body had fallen.
Back out in the field, something stirred from within Voldemort's robes. A small dust cloud appeared from inside and floated up outside the cloth. An angry voice growled with hatred. Harry Potter would not beat him so easily, but he needed a body or a host in order to maintain himself. His eyes fell upon the charred body of his pet snake Nagini.
'No Harry Potter, it's not over yet.'