All is lost
Introduction
Voldemort lifted his wand and held it between his large white fingers, and pointing to Harry's face shouted:
"Avada Kedavra!".
Harry Potter fell to the Forbidden Forest's floor with a big thud, lifting large amounts of dust, then everything went quiet. The boy who lived had an horrendous expression in his face, and his eyes were open, but there was no color filled on them. His glasses fell a few inches from him. Voldemort commanded Narcissa Malfoy to watch if the boy was dead, which she did inmediatly; she searched the boy for any sign of breath but it was hopeless.
"Well?", Voldemort asked.
"He's dead", Narcissa affirmed.
"M-My Lord! That means...?", came Bellatrix Lestrange's inconcluse words.
Voldemort snarled, standing a few inches beside her, and without didn't even dare to look at Bellatrix, who was seeing him like a hero's golden sculpture, he said, coldly:
"We won, yes. Any doubts about it, my dear Bellatrix?".
Bellatrix bent down to one knee and replied, "No, sir. Not at all. We all shall praise Lord Voldemort. The one and only!".
In a quick move, she signed others to praise him. All the giants, all the giant spiders, some gnomes, the Death Eaters, Fenrir Greyback, Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix all made reverences to Voldemort.
"You're praises will not be needed, Bellatrix, you've done enough. What we must do is tell the rebels at Hogwarts that their beloved Harry Potter is dead, so to show them some fear, and show them they failed", Voldemort said, without even looking at his crew. He raised his eyebrows and a death looking smile rose between his cheeks. He looked at Hagrid, the half giant animal keeper, who had his hands tied behind his back. "Release him!".
The giant holding Hagrid did as he was told. He cut the ropes. "Now, Hagrid, go and carry your beloved hero and show it to your friends. Someone put on his glasses!".
A Death Eater slammed Harry's glasses back on his face, then stepped back. Hagrid slowly carried Harry's body in his gentle arms, his eyes wet and puffy. He started walking slowly, and Voldemort's crew followed him.
"BANE!", Hagrid bellowed. "Happy now, are yeh, that yeh didn' fight, yeh cowardly bunch o' nags? Are yeh happy Harry Potter's -- d-dead...?". He could not continue, but broke down in fresh big tears.
Some Death Eaters called insults at the centaurs, then continued walking past the huge forest. "Stop". Hagrid and all Voldemort's crew stopped.
Voldemort magnified his voice, and it swelled through the grounds.
"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone.
The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to rest, man, woman, or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together".
Voldemort walked ahead of Hagrid and said, "Come". Hagrid obeyed and followed his command. When they crossed the Forbidden Forest, they were facing the school doors. "Stop", Voldemort commanded and the troop came to a halt. The Death Eaters spreaded in a line.
"NO!", Professor McGonagall shouted.
Bellatrix laughed. The survivors of the batlle came out onto the front steps to face their vanquishers and see the truth of Harry's death for themselves.
"No!"
"No!"
"Harry! HARRY!"
Ron's, Hermione's, and Ginny's voices were worse than McGonagal. The crowd of survivors took up the cause, screaming and yelling abuse at the Death Eaters, until--
"SILENCE!", Voldemort cried. "It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet where he belongs!".
Hagrid put Harry's body on the grass.
"You see? Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!".
But Voldemort's words were cut when someone from the croud charged at him. The figure was disarmed in an instant, and sent back a few inches.
"And who is this?" he said in his soft snake's hiss. "Who has volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue fight when the battle is lost?
Bellatrix gave a delighted laugh.
"It is Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The boy who has been giving the Carrows so much trouble! The son of the Aurors, remember?".
"Ah, yes, I remember". He looked down at Neville, who was struggling back to his feet. "But you are a pureblood, aren't you, my brave boy?" Voldemort asked Neville, who stood facing him.
"So what if I am?" said Neville loudly.
"You show spirit and bravery, and you come of noble stock. You will make a very valuable Death Eater. We need your kind, Neville Longbottom".
"I'll join you when hell freezes over", said Neville. "Dumbledore's Army!".
In an astounding confusion, the sorting hat fell to Neville's feet, coming from a broken window from the castle.
"There will be no need of a sorting hat. You're all belonging to the house of my ancestor, Salazar Slytherin", Voldemort said.
The yelling and the insults increased, and before Voldemort could shout them to silence again, Neville took the sword of Griffindor in his own hands. With an amazing move, he cut Nagini's head, which strolled to a nearby river. Voldemort screamed in rage. Bellatrix shouted, "My Lord!"; then looked at Neville and said, "Avada Kedavra!".
And that was the end of Neville Longbottom.
In another surprising move, Ron shouted, "Crucio!", and pointed his wand to Bellatrix's body. She screamed in horror and her body contorted in pain. Ron shouted this over, and over again, then he stopped, and Bellatrix stopped moving. Voldemort screamed again.
Ron, satisfied, looked at his master piece. Suddenly, he felt someone behind him, which was none other than Fenrir Greyback looking at him in wolf form. "Ron! Watch out!", Hermione shouted. As Ron turned around and saw Greyback's fangs, someone pushed the werewolf aside. Remus Lupin was struggling with Greyback, and in defense, the werewolf stuck his fangs in Lupin's neck.
"You can't turn me into a werewolf, you idiot! I am one already!", Lupin shouted.
"But I can rip your flesh apart!", Greyback retorted.
"Oh, no you don't!", they heard McGonagal's voice.
The old lady shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!". Greyback turned to stone.
Then, it was when Voldemort couldn't take it anymore. "Crucio!", he pointed at Lupin, "Crucio!", he pointed at McGonagal.
Ron stood still, without moving, he watched how Lupin and McGonagal were struggling with pain. His own legs turned to jelly. Voldemort was face to face with him. "You like torturing my friends, don't you, dear boy?", Voldemort hissed. "You are Ron Weasley, aren't you? Don't you see? You're beloved friends are losing. A brat like you can't overthrow them!".
"I-I-I know...", Ron replied with a low voice.
"All captured, My Lord!", shouted a Death Eater from behind them.
Voldemort saw that the news were true. Ron's friends, including Hermione, were badly beaten. They had cuts, bruises, some resisting survivors were inmediatly reduced and bonded.
"I see. Take them to the castle! This we must celebrate!". He looked with disgust at Ron, but told him, "You, go with the others! Move!".
With a huge defeated sigh, Ron walked back to the castle.