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The final battle was nothing spectacular; at least, not as far as Harry Potter was concerned. In fact, whenever Harry mentioned the conflict, he made a point not to capitalize the two words. In his mind, it had been a lackluster moment and not important enough to receive the distinction of upper case letters. Therefore, he described it as, simply, “the final battle.”
It had happened on the Dursleys’ front garden the day before Harry turned seventeen; Voldemort and his Death Eaters launched a surprise attack. Luckily, Snape had alerted the Order of the Phoenix just in time.
A pitched battle between good and evil broke out in the garden. Thankfully, none of the participants had resorted to lethal spells so the only victim was the garden itself; good trampled Petunia’s roses while evil kicked up chunks of sod everywhere.