⚠This chapter has parts of the books in it! All credit goes to J.K Rowling!⚠

Lily's P.O.V

*Time Skip*

I felt like I was finally breathing again. Harry, Ron and Hermione had managed to escape Malfoy Manor. I weeped into James's shoulder mourning Dobby's death and didn't watch the scene in front of me. When I stopped crying, they (including Griphook) were getting ready to steal the Horcrux from Gringotts. Hermione transformed into Bellatrix Lestrange and they all apparated away into Diagon Alley. The suspense haunted me. I was worried. Really worried about what was going to happen. Everything was from Harry's perspective. We saw what he saw. The whole time I was shaking. Anxiety had taken over. James wrapped his arms around my torso. Everything flashed before my eyes. It was going way too fast. Since when did Harry know how to do the Imperius Curse? They made it to the Lestrange's Vault and it felt like they were going to find it and be safe. But of course everything had to go completely opposite to what I thought. Griphook betrayed them and I screamed when they jumped onto the dragon and flew into the sky.

The sun slipped lower in the sky, which was turning indigo; and still the dragon flew, cities and towns gliding out of sight beneath them, its enormous shadow sliding over the earth like a giant dark cloud. Every part of Harry ached with the effort of holding on to the dragon's back. "Is it my imagination," shouted Ron after a considerable stretch of silence, "or are we losing height?" Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset. Lower and lower the dragon flew, in great spiraling circles, honing in, it seemed, upon one of the smaller lakes. "I say we jump when it gets low enough!" Harry called back to the others. "Straight into the water before it realizes we're here!" They agreed, Hermione a little faintly, and now Harry could see the dragon's wide yellow underbelly rippling on the surface of the water. "NOW!"

I grabbed onto James's hand. My mind was muddled. I still haven't processed what had happened a few moments before. They all landed in the river and I prayed that they would stay out of trouble for a few nights at least. But my prayer wasn't answered because here they were hiding from Death Eaters at Hogsmeade. Abeforth saved them and they met up with the rest of the Hogwarts students which was a relief. I could tell Harry was happy to see Ginny once more. Harry went with Luna to find the Lost Diadem of Ravenclaw and on the way they met the Death Eaters. I was gripping James' arms tightly as I watched everything unfold. I knew Voldemort was near and he was coming to get Harry. McGonagall was gathering everyone who was of age to fight when Voldemort's cold voice boomed from ahead.

"I know that you are preparing to fight." There were screams amongst the students, some of whom clutched each other, looking around in terror for the source of the sound. "Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me. I do not want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers of Hogwarts. I do not want to spill magical blood." There was silence in the Hall now, the kind of silence that pressed against the eardrums, that seemed too huge to be contained by walls. "Give me Harry Potter," said Voldemort's voice, "and they shall not be harmed. Give me Harry Potter and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded. You have until midnight."

It was dead silent in the Great Hall. You could even hear a pin drop if there was one. Everyone's eyes seemed to be trailed on Harry. No one had the guts to do anything for him until a Slytherin Girl stood up and yelled:

"But he's there! Potter's there. Someone grab him!"

Everyone stood up and I assumed they were going to grab Harry but instead they faced all the Slytherins. I felt overwhelmed with emotions as all the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws all stood up for him. Soon all the students filed out and the Aurors announced their plan. Harry almost forgot about the Horcrux but he quickly figured it out. We watched as Harry pleaded with the Grey Lady for information. Hermione and Ron had managed to destroy another Horcrux and the three of them set off for the Room of Requirement. I sincerely prayed that everything would go fine and there would be no trouble but my guts told me I was wrong. That there was something that was going to happen, either good or bad. Everything was going fine until Malfoy and his friends showed up. Harry almost lost the Diadem and I was surprised and very angry that the Death Eaters had taught students to use the 3 Unforgivable Curses. The boy called Crabbe had conjured some cursed fire and they were all running for their lives. Even the boy himself couldn't put it out! Who teaches someone a curse but doesn't teach them how to undo it? IDIOTS! That is the only time I will say a bad word I promise. They made it out safely and they were fine. Malfoy and his friend Goyle slumped against the wall of the corridor but the boy Crabbe unfortunately didn't make it.

*I'm sorry but Time Skip because I'm hopelessly in love with Fred and I do not want to write about his death...*

Harry, Ron and Hermione were crouched inside the Shrieking Shack watching Voldemort's conversation with Snape. Harry had his eyes fixed on Nagini. I knew what was going to happen. As I watched my oldest friend slump to the floor my heart pained. I felt upset. James and Sirius were quiet as they watched the whole thing.

"Harry!" breathed Hermione behind him, but he had already pointed his wand at the crate blocking his view. It lifted an inch into the air and drifted sideways silently. As quietly as he could, he pulled himself up into the room. He did not know why he was doing it, why he was approaching the dying man: he did not know what he felt as he saw Snape's white face, and the fingers trying to staunch the bloody wound at his neck. Harry took off the invisibility cloak and looked down upon the man he hated, whose widening black eyes found Harry as he cried to speak. Harry bent over him, and Snape seized the front of his robes and pulled him close. A terrible rasping, gurgling noise issued from Snape's throat. "Take...it...Take...it..." Something more than blood was leaking from Snape. Silvery blue, neither gas nor liquid, it gushed from his mouth and his ears and his eyes, and Harry knew what it was, but did not know what to do. A flask, conjured from thin air, was thrust into his shaking hand by Hermione. Harry lifted the silvery substance into it with his wand. When the flask was full to the brim, and Snape looked as though there was no blood left in him, his grip on Harry's robes slackened. "Look...at....me..." he whispered. The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pari seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.

Silence was all that it was answered with. So many people had died, died because of Voldemort and I hated him, hated him so much for doing that. First Fred now Snape. My heart ached. My tears threatened to spill. Nothing was said and the room fell into a sad silence.

We were now watching Snape's memories. I remembered everything I saw...

The scene dissolved again. Snape was hurrying along the corridor of the Hogwarts Express as it clattered through the countryside. He had already changed into his school robes, and had perhaps taken the first opportunity to take off his dreadful Muggle clothes. At last he stopped, outside a compartment in which a group of rowdy boys were talking. Hunched in a corner seat beside the window was Lily, her face pressed against the windowpane. Snape slid open the compartment door and sat down opposite Lily. She glanced at him and then looked back out of the window. She had been crying.

"I don't want to talk to you," she said in a constricted voice. "Why not?" "Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore." "So what?" She threw him a look of deep dislike. "So she's my sister!" "She's only a-" He caught himself quickly; Lily, too busy trying to wipe her eyes without being noticed, did not hear him. "But we're going!" he said, unable to suppress the exhilaration in his voice. "This is it! We're off to Hogwarts!" She nodded, mopping her eyes, but in spite of herself, she half smiled. "You'd better be in Slytherin," said Snape, encouraged that she had brightened a little.

"Slytherin?" One of the boys sharing the compartment, who had shown no interest at all in Lily or Snape until that point, looked around at the word, and I, whose attention had been focused entirely on the two beside the window, saw his James: slight, black-haired like Snape, but with that indefinable air of having been well-cared-for, even adored, that Snape so conspicuously lacked. "Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" James asked the boy lounging on the seats opposite him, and with a jolt, I realized that it was Sirius. Sirius did not smile. "My whole family has been in Slytherin," he said. "Blimey," said James, "and I thought you seemed all right!" Sirius grinned. "Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?" James lifted an invisible sword. "'Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!' Like my dad."

Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. "Got a problem with that?" "No," said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy." "Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" interjected Sirius. James roared with laughter. Lily sat up, rather flushed, and looked from James to Sirius in dislike. "Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment." "Oooooo..." James and Sirius imitated her lofty voice; James tried to trip Snape as he passed. "See ya, Snivellus!" a voice called, as the compartment door slammed...

The memories went on. I saw everything from Snape's point of view and I understood everything but he couldn't blame me for falling in love with James. And he certainly should not have taken it out on Harry. By the end of it I knew what Harry was going to do. I strangled sob wracked my body and James pulled me close to him. I cried as I watched Harry talk to Neville about the Snake, cried as Harry watched Ginny help a little girl, cried as he approached the Forbidden Forest where Voldemort stood. Slowly, so very slowly Harry whispered "I am about to die." and raised the golden snitch, with Dumbledore's words engraved on it, to his lips. Harry's eyes closed and all we could see was darkness. But then he opened them and we saw ourselves. Tears cascaded down my face and I buried my head in James' chest once more.

The Resurrection Stone had cracked down the vertical line representing the Elder Wand. The triangle and circle representing the Cloak and the stone were still discernible. And again Harry understood without having to think. It did not matter about bringing them back, for he was about to join them. He was not really fetching them: They were fetching him. He closed his eyes and turned the stone over in his hand three times. He knew it had happened, because he heard slight movements around him that suggested frail bodies shifting their footing on the earthy, twig-strewn ground that marked the outer edge of the forest. He opened his eyes and looked around. They were neither ghosts nor truly flesh, he could see that. They resembled most closely the Riddle that had escaped from the diary so long ago, and his memory made nearly solid. Less substantial than living bodies, but much more than ghosts, they moved toward him. And on each face, there was the same loving smile.

James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley's. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He eloped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings. Lily's smile was the widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew closer to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.

"You've been so brave." He could not speak. His eyes feasted on her, and he thought that he would like to stand and look at her forever, and that would be enough. "You are nearly there," said James. "Very close. We are... so proud of you." "Does it hurt?" The childish question had fallen from Harry's lips before he could stop it. "Dying? Not at all," said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep." "And he will want it to be quick. He wants it over," said Lupin. "I didn't want you to die," Harry said. These words came without his volition. "Any of you. I'm sorry." He addressed Lupin more than any of them, beseeching him. "-right after you'd had your son... Remus, I'm sorry ¨C" "I am sorry too," said Lupin. "Sorry I will never know him... but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life." A chilly breeze that seemed to emanate from the heart of the forest lifted the hair at Harry's brow. He knew that they would not tell him to go, that it would have to be his decision. "You'll stay with me?" "Until the very end," said James. "They won't be able to see you?" asked Harry. "We are part of you," said Sirius. "Invisible to anyone else." Harry looked at his mother. "Stay close to me," he said quietly.

As Harry made his way towards Voldemort, I cried harder. Then when he was hit with the curse, I screamed. Somehow Harry was still alive and breathing. When Voldemort ordered Narcissa Malfoy to check if he was dead I was surprised she lied for him. But I knew she did it for her son Draco.

"Harry," sobbed Hagrid. "Oh, Harry... Harry..." Harry shut his eyes tight again. He knew that they were approaching the castle and strained his ears to distinguish, above the gleeful voices of the Death Eaters and their tramping footsteps, signs of life from those within. "Stop." The Death Eaters came to a halt; Harry heard them spreading out in a line facing the open front doors of the school. He could see, even through his closed lids, the reddish glow that meant light streamed upon him from the entrance hall. He waited. Any moment, the people for whom he had tried to die would see him, lying apparently dead, in Hagrid's arms.

"NO!" The scream was the most terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound. He heard another woman laughing nearby, and knew that Bellatrix gloried in McGonagall's despair. He squinted again for a single second and saw the open doorway filling with people, as the survivors of the battle came out onto the front steps to face their vanquishers and see the truth of Harry's death for themselves. He saw Voldemort standing a little in front of him, stroking Nagini's head with a single white finger. He closed his eyes again. "No!" "No!" "Harry! HARRY!" Ron's, Hermione's, and Ginny's voices were worse than McGonagall's; Harry wanted nothing more than to call back, yet he made himself lie silent, and their cries acted like a trigger; the crowd of survivors took up the cause, screaming and yelling abuse at the Death Eaters, until - "SILENCE!" cried Voldemort, and there was a bang and a flash of bright light, and silence was forced upon them all. "It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!" Harry felt himself lowered onto the grass.

"You see?" said Voldemort, and Harry felt him striding backward and forward right beside the place where he lay. "Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!" "He beat you!" yelled Ron, and the charm broke, and the defenders of Hogwarts were shouting and screaming again until a second, more powerful bang extinguished their voices once more. "He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds," said Voldemort, and there was a relish in his voice for the lie. "killed while trying to save himself-"

Everything moved so fast. Neville had broken the charm and had ran, charging towards Voldemort. But it wasn't the smartest move. Now Neville stood, screaming, as a flaming Sorting Hat sat upon his head. Then everything happened. Grawp charged, screaming for Hagrid and Voldemort's Giants answered back with a roar in return. The Death Eaters lost their formation and scrambled around trying to escape. Harry took the chance to grab the Invisibility Cloak from his pocket and swiftly pull it over his head. Neville broke free and the Sorting Hat fell to the ground. Inside was the Sword of Godric Gryffindor, it's red ruby shining. Neville seized it and in one swift motion sliced Nagini's head off. Voldemort let out a frustrated scream as Nagini's body thudded by his feet. Harry placed a shielding charm between Neville and Voldemort before anything could happen. Hagrid was screaming the question, "HARRY!" Hagrid shouted. "HARRY! WHERE'S HARRY?" Centaurs charged and House Elves swarmed the hall poking utensils in any Death Eaters feet they came across. The Death Eaters were now overwhelmed by everything. As Harry made his way to the Great Hall he saw Voldemort duelling McGonagall, Slughorn and Kingsley. Harry lost his concentration as he saw Ginny almost being hit by the Killing Curse from Bellatrix. Harry was getting ready to charge but was knocked sideways by Molly screaming, "NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!" Everyone was watching as Bellatrix duelled Molly Weasley. Molly yelled and Bellatrix laughed, just like Sirius did, her arms out to her side and Molly's curse hit her square in the chest. The laugh from her face stilled and she toppled from side to side before her body hit the ground. The crowd roared and Voldemort screeched. Suddenly, McGonagall, Kingsley and Slughorn were all blasted backwards and he fixed his attention on Molly.

"Protego!" roared Harry, and the Shield Charm expanded in the middle of the Hall, and Voldemort stared around for the source as Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak at last. The yell of shock, the cheers, the screams on every side of: "Harry!" "HE'S ALIVE!" were stifled at once. The crowd was afraid, and silence fell abruptly and completely as Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and began, at the same moment, to circle each other.

My grip on James' hand had tightened. James pulled me into a hug circling his arms around me. I couldn't see anything but I could hear everything they said. I didn't watch it because I didn't really want to. I heard them both yell 2 spells and James whispered in my ear "It's ok, Harry's alright." I slowly watched it and the Elder Wand was soaring in the air and Harry grabbed it. Voldemort fell backwards, killed by his own curse. There was silence and then cheers and roars erupted from the crowd. It was then when we all existed the pensieve and Harry's memories faded before our eyes.

A/N I FINALLY FINISHED IT ALL!! Guys... this is the 2nd last chapter... before it all ends. I hope to have the last chapter up by the end of next week. If not... you guys can spam the comments... Anyways, hope you enjoyed this superrrrr long chapter! 

-clace_hinny777