Kevin caught Harry before he hit the ground.
He was limp. His face had locked into the expression it had been wearing when the curse hit — shocked, still slightly flushed from the exertion of the fight, not afraid. Not afraid at the end.
"Harry."
No response. Nothing in his face moved.
From the rock face, Voldemort wrenched himself free. He pulled the Gryffindor sword from his own chest with a sound like tearing cloth and tossed it aside, and the wound sealed behind it as though it had never existed. He laughed.
Kevin sat with Harry in his arms and said nothing.
"The Boy Who Lived," Voldemort said, tasting the phrase with something past contempt. "Dead. After everything — dead. And you, Kevin —" He raised his wand. "Shall I do it again? Let's see if you come back a second time."
Kevin looked at him.
He laid Harry down carefully. He straightened up.
"Expelliarmus."
Voldemort's wand spun out of his grip.
Not Kevin's voice.
On the hillside above the valley, Grindelwald's followers had finished their work. They had found Bellatrix — hidden in a back room of the Little Hangleton manor, alive, unconscious, a golden goblet fused to the interior of her ribcage with dark magic that had taken thirty minutes and three of their best people to locate.
They brought her to the main battlefield at Hogwarts.
"My lord," said the one who carried her, kneeling before Grindelwald, who had arrived a few minutes earlier with Dumbledore. "It's fused into her body directly. The only way to extract it is to destroy her."
Grindelwald looked at the body briefly. Then at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore produced a basilisk fang from within his robes — he had carried it since second year, since Kevin had shown him what it could do. He said nothing. He nodded once.
Grindelwald raised the Elder Wand. Blue flames consumed Bellatrix completely. When they cleared, a golden goblet lay on the stones.
Dumbledore drove the fang into it before the smoke had finished rising.
The screech that came from the goblet as it shattered was not a sound any of them would easily forget.
Six down.
The seventh was Harry, and Dumbledore was watching the horizon and calculating, and then something moved at the valley entrance.
Kevin came through first. He was carrying Harry.
He set Harry down in the grass.
Harry opened his eyes.
"Hey," he said. "I'm alive."
He held up a peace sign.
Dumbledore crossed the distance in seconds and pulled Harry into an embrace with the thoroughness of someone who has been carrying the specific fear of this outcome for longer than they wanted to admit.
"Bravest student I have ever taught," he said, low and fierce.
"I also died," Kevin said, from approximately three feet away, with great feeling. "Once. For twenty minutes. In the same plan."
Nobody turned around.
"Nobody's hugging me."
"Kevin," Harry said, from within Dumbledore's embrace, "she's right behind you."
Kevin turned. Hermione hit him at speed.
At some point between Hermione crashing into him and Kevin spinning her around, Grindelwald drove a steel spike through the spot where Voldemort had been crawling toward Dumbledore's back. It went through stone as easily as flesh. Voldemort was pinned.
He looked up at the people standing around him — Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Harry, Kevin, and behind them the full weight of a battle that was already over — and his expression cycled through several things before settling on a fury so complete it had almost simplified back into calm.
Kevin ran Legilimency first. Voldemort didn't bother constructing anything to resist it, which was its own kind of arrogance. Dumbledore followed.
The count confirmed. Seven Horcruxes, seven fragments of a ruined soul. All of them gone. All that remained was what was pinned to the valley floor.
And Harry couldn't speak Parseltongue anymore.
"Harry," Kevin said.
Harry nodded. He walked to where Voldemort was pinned.
More steel spikes descended as he approached, locking the arms and legs, leaving only the face free to snarl at him. Voldemort used the freedom to project the entire weight of his contempt upward at the boy standing above him.
Harry looked at him for a long moment.
Then he raised his wand.
"Shatter."
Red light.
And then silence, and fragments, and it was done.