A/N
Yeah, I know I should be working on Demons, but the muse hit me. Enjoy!
The war was over. Voldemort lay still, slit-eyes opened wide in shock and anger. The boy stood over him, panting. He had done it. He had defeated Voldemort. He was finally free!
As the smoke cleared, people flocked to him, the words of praise and thanks streaming from their mouths.
"Harry, you did it! He's dead! You-Know-Who is dead!" Tonks, thanking him, praising him.
"Harry, m'boy! You did it! Thank you for carrying through on my faith in you." Dumbledore now. More voices swirled in and out.
"The Dark Lord is dead!"
"yes." Suddenly, someone started to laugh. It was a few seconds before Harry realised it was him. Harry Potter was laughing, mad, hysterical laughter, echoed around the battlefield. From where Bellatrix Lestrange lay, bound, she looked up, wide-eyed. She knew that laugh. That was the laugh of Sirius Black when he was first brought to Azkaban. That was the laugh she had heard, time and time again, from cells all along the high-security unit. That was the laugh of a madman.
Harry finally spoke: "*Yes, the Dark Lord is dead!*" It was a moment before he realised he's spoken in Parseltongue. People were looking at him fearfully, but no-one more so than Dumbledore. He had known about Harry's Horcrux. How could he have destroyed it if he was still a Parseltongue?
Harry spoke again: "The Dark Lord is dead, yes! Long Live the Dark Lord!"
Silence. Pure terror ran through the minds of those able to comprehend what Harry had just said. "Avada Kedavra!" The sickly green light exploded from the holly wand, hitting Dumbledore In the chest. The last thing the old man's eyes saw was Harry, laughing as the spell struck.
He waved his wand, and all the bindings on the Death Eaters broke. The surviving inner circle and many of the outer circle either stole wands from their dumbstruck guards or summoned their own, and easily cut down their captors. Before anyone could understand what had happened, they were cut down.
Tonks, one of the few left alive, watched in horror as her beloved Remus was cut down in front of her eyes. Ron roared in anguish as Ginny and Hermione were hit with overpowered cutters, their heads slipping off their already mutilated bodies. Severus Snape simply watched Lily's son with horror and fear in his eyes. Alistair Moody was killed by Harry's second killing curse.
It was over. The light had lost, and most lay dead or dying on the ground.
Silence once more reigned, until it was broken by a single spell, from the Dark Lord Nyxis, formerly Harry James Potter:
"Mosmordre!"
Wow this was messed up. Sorry about that guys! Hopefully I won't have such problems with the html coming forward. Any idea why that happened, btw?