He looked down on them, relishing in their fear. Eyes are wide across the battlefield as he stands tall, a wicked smirk across his lips. "Fools." It's no more than a whisper. There is a hand at his elbow and he turns, allowing a brief smile to replace the smirk as he glances at the blond by his side. He turns back to the gathered crowd, a mix of the black robes of a Death Eater and the random ones of the Aurors. All are staring at him in confusion. "He is dead. Your leader has fallen." Nobody moves; nobody breathes. This wasn't part of the plan and nobody knows how to react.
"He is dead." He repeats, and then pauses before smiling. "I will rule now. Kill them." And the battle has resumed but it doesn't last long and soon only Death Eaters remain, staring up at their Lord in a mixture of awe and fear. "Come my Faithful. Let us re-build the world together." He steps down and the sea of robes parts.
He pauses briefly to stare down at one of the bodies. "Fool." He murmurs. "She was, wasn't she?" He turns to the man beside him, who is studying the shocked face. "You won." He glances up and they lock eyes, green on gray. "Yes." Draco Malfoy extends a hand that Harry gladly takes and they walk away, stepping over Hermione Granger with the sea of people following.
They never look back.