The sunlight casted bright orange across the land. Voldermorts spell and Harry's spell met, for only a second, sending them back to the time in the graveyard. Suddenly the Elder Wand came up into the air, spinning, and Harry caught it. The connection of spells evaporated. Voldermort lay on the ground, his red eyes staring, as if looking for something, someone the help. Harry walked to him.
"How does it feel?" Harry said. He was angered.
"Please... please..... save.....me......" Voldemort said. Harry shook his head, and pointed his wand at the Dark Lord. Then the wand shook violently, of it own accord, and gold flames burst from it. When they retracted, Voldermort was shrunken, almost like his pitiful form before Wormtail had brought him back to life.
It was over. All of that pain had gone with Voldemort, who was now sentenced to forever in limbo. And then, the silent Courtyard erupted into cheers.