Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Just his delicates (which I brought on e-bay)
Prologue:
Neville paused for breath and gazed around the fairies glade, blood coated the trees and grass, filling the once ethereal clearing with an eerie red light, as the moons light reflected on the stained grass. They were winning. On his left Ron Wesley struck down an Acromantula with a mighty swing from the sword of Gryffindor, the boy conquering his fears in the bloodiest manner. To his fore he could see Hermione end a giant's life with a sickly looking purple spell, her target rising to the heavens and dissolving amongst the stars in an impressive display of dark magic.
There where others fighting for the freedom of the wizarding world. Some he knew, some he didn't. He saw Hagrid grappling with a Manticore, and professor McGonagall dueling Mr Malfoy, her impressive use of transfiguration slowly gaining her the advantage. Near the edge of the clearing he saw Bellatrix Lestrange fall to the blades of a lithe woman with Midnight black hair, who seemed to blend with the shadows cast by the battle at the center of the glade.
He turned his attention to the confrontation that would decide the outcome of the battle. There a stranger dueled with Voldemort, both using wandless magic that he did not recognize. Runes floated in the air and flashes of light and dark rippled between the pair. Arcane language sounded through the clearing, heard by all despite the clamor of the battle, and mighty spells surged back and forth.
Turning his attention back to his surroundings he saw Ron climbed atop the pile of Acromantula corpses and raised his blade above his head, roaring a battle cry, and lead a charge against the goblin traitors, Gryffindor's blade crating bloody paths through goblins and goblin forged armour alike. Neville saw the Patil twins casting spell after spell into a mob of death eaters as they were slowly surrounded by Hogwarts finest students. Neville saw the effects of a spell from Hermione from across the battle, turning to see a bestial expression on her face as she dismembered a group of death eaters, not bothering to worry about the possibility of allies in the confusion.
Neville saw the traitor Snape fall beneath the onslaught from Bill Wesley and Fleur Delacor. The giant leader collapses as his legs were swept from beneath him by a huge explosion.
It was horrific. Neville swore it would not be in vain. Voldemort would not escape again.
Ron took the brunt of the goblins blow on his armored forearm, and with a spin too nimble for the seeming bulk of his armour, sent his armoured elbow crashing solidly into the face of his goblin opponent. He could see the leader of the rebels, shouting panicked orders at his kin, as they were driven back towards the pool. Snarling Ron drove forward, his sword catching the light as he raised it, before as it dulled with the dark blood of goblins as he cleaved another heat from its body.
But he had over extended himself, he was surrounded by goblins, and there weight now threatened to bring him down one last time. Letting out a cry of rage, he channeled his magic and let out a burst of power from his wand in his right hand, pushing them back enough for him to regain his footing.
There! He could see the goblin leader. Ron smashed his gauntleted fist into the face of an enemy, his sword are cutting another's legs from beneath him as he moved to confront his foe
Battle was joined, his opponent worthy of the blade he carried. His prodigious skill showing through as he battered at Ron's guard, the goblins snarl meant to intimidate. Its strength meant to crush. Ron was not moved. He met the creature blow for blow. Eschewing the use of his wand in this battle of honor. His amour absorbed a blow to his head, but his vision was impaired by the twisted metal. Tearing of his helmet Ron met the things blade with his own, shifting his body to allow him the next blow. His arms a blur the goblin somehow staved off the flurry of strikes, but was unable to gain the advantage.
Ron switched his footing, now attacking from the left, now from the right. The goblin stumbled back. The sword of Gryffindor sang through the air in another strike. Then another. Kicking out, Ron knocked the goblin to the ground, and raised himself for the final stroke.
Her shield held under the onslaught, and she picked herself from the ground where she lay dusting of her robes, Her opponent shouted another spell, and she threw herself to the left to avoid it, spinning she deflected the next two with twirls of her wand, and send a stunner followed by a dehydration curse at Him, which gave her enough time as he dodged to bring her hands together and begin chanting an incantation, the space between her palms growing dark.
Hermione let her anger fill her as she muttered the incantation, the rush of magic exhilarating as it left her. A moment later she was rewarded with a scream of agony as Antony Dolohov was eviscerated, and his final spell bounced uselessly from her shield. She allowed herself a smile as she walked to where he was laid, his attempts to draw breath made near useless by his shredded lungs. Bending down she removed her hood, allowing the dying man to see her face.
"You!" he coughed, blood splattering her robes.
Sneering she bent down so that she could whisper into his ear. "Yes me. How does it feel to be defeated by a filthy mudblood?"
"H .. hu ... how?" he muttered, eyes beginning to lose their focus, but still able to make out the small spike his young opponent had withdrawn from her robes. "Wh .. what ... is .. t .. that?" Fear now clear on his face.
"It's not going to matter to you," she said gently, a mocking expression on her face. "You're dead!" And with that she drove it into his head, chanting under her breath.
The clearing was briefly filled with his screams.
Ginny paused, her ears straining to hear above the clamor that filled the clearing. Ducking she darted to the next tree. It was useless; she'd never hear him though this noise, she would have to use the sight spell again. Her head would hurt for days after this battle she moaned to herself. Waving her wand in resignation, she soundlessly cast the spell.
Her vision lit up, flashes crossing her vision and small white lights darting around. Of course, a fairies glade! Her attention was briefly drawn to the confrontation at the center of the glade, where two figures fought for dominance. Ones bright white pushing against the others dark edges.
Don't let yourself be distracted she thought to herself, you need to locate him, before someone else does and your reward slips through your fingers. This had been a very unfortunate day so far, not only had her quarry taken advantage of her blindness to escape by using a very rare spell, she had only caught up with him at this battle, where she had already been forced to kill two people who had spotted her. Danm the lack of cover in the clearing! It limited her to near suicidal options.
Stilling she scanned the chaos for His distinctive magical signature. Yes! There he was, and near the edge of the clearing as well, not far from her hiding place, perfect. Silent and invisible she stalked through the trees until she was within striking distance.
Just before she could move however, he started towards the center of the battle again. No, he could not get away. She broke cover and sprinted after him. He was moving quickly, and she was forced to dodge spells not intended for her. Vaulting over a rock and a Death Eater, she put on a burst of speed. There, she had him. Without pausing she made a final leap, her knife suddenly in her hand as her arm swung towards its target
There would be no escape for Dean Thomas. Her contractor would be pleased.
Danu gazed at the slaughter below. All was as it should be, and the light would surly triumph.
"It goes well. Remind the fairies of their side of the bargain"
A small form left her side to deliver the missive. Danu allowed herself a smile. Today peace would return to the world and she would be able to relax once again, leaving the mortals in charge.
Something changed.
"What is this!" she cried. "Impossible" She leaped to her feet, and began a counter spell. But it was too late. The abomination had knowledge of other worlds that she had believed safe in the keeping of her fellow gods. Clearly she had been betrayed.
"Follow Him!" she screamed at the fairies milling about uncertainly.
A bright flash of light filled the clearing, washing over all and bending back the branches of the sacred trees as it rippled through the world of immortals. Under its light, some remained standing, and some vanished. When vision returned, the goddess sunk to her chair. There was nothing to do now but wait. The fairies would bring her news.
The stranger woke to the sight of an anxious face staring down at him. An anxious face with what appeared to be a Greek tunic. An anxious face that was also very pretty. Smoking hot in fact he decided upon further study. Harry smiled contentedly, wherever he was, it couldn't be that bad if there was hot women about...
Smiling contentedly Harry Potter slipped back into unconsciousness.
