Deathly Hallows, page 109:

"'Interesting theory,' said Harry. 'Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword in Voldemort?'"

That, my dear Harry, is an excellent idea. This fic will be a continuance of page 587.

Disclaimer: Harry owns this thoroughly brilliant idea

The Sword

Third Person POV

As the centaurs charged from the Forbidden Forest, Neville broke free of the curse that bound him. He used the chaos and confusion to ran straight up to Voldemort without being stopped. While running, he pulled Gryffindor's sword out of the Sorting hat and held it high.

Upon seeing his enraged attacker, wielding a sword no less, Voldemort's eyes widened in fear, annoyance and disappointment. Now Nagini would meet her end. Voldemort was incredibly fond of his snake companion, more so than he was of any person besides himself. Still, were it to be her or him, he would save his own life. Just as he was accepting his snake's impending demise, he was hit with a surprise. The boy was not swinging the sword at his beloved reptile, he was swinging it towards Voldemort himself.

Before he had time to react, Voldemort's head was separated from his body. Everyone stopped fighting to watch as it gracefully soared over the grounds, finally landing in the lake where it was consumed by the giant squid.

"No!" shrieked Bellatrix. "My lord!" Her cries were echoed by many Death Eaters, who now realized they had picked the wrong side.

Neville stood triumphantly on the edge of the lake, grinning into its depths.

"Well," said Harry, who had stopped pretending to be dead. "Turns out it was Neville in the prophecy. Don't I feel unwanted." Everyone stared at him for a moment before shoving him out of the way in their haste to celebrate their unlikely hero.

Hagrid nodded his head in approval of the day's events. "And everything turned out exactly right."

Ahahah. See? It was Neville! Yes!

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