So this is basically the final battle between Harry and Voldemort... enjoy!

It was a misty July evening in a large house right outside of Scotland where dragons were said to roam. But dragons were the least of the problems of the DA that was now more than a Defense Against the Dark Arts club. They were an actual army now, gotten together by Harry Potter and were now under more stress than ever. Only just the day before that they had found that the final Horcrux lay in a manor that had belong to Luna's great grandmother, and they had came and destroyed it... only a day before they had completed one of the final steps to destroying Voldemort. Now they had to kill what was left. Most of them were fascinated by the large house and eager to find out more, but others were wiser and thought to stay put. Angelina, Katie, and Alicia were already in bed... half of the DA was plotting, trying to figure out what Voldemort might be hiding, but everyone else was having a ball, eating, drinking, talking... and basically sharing joy of their closeness to defeating Voldemort. Finally, hours into the night, none other than Zacharias Smith stood up. Little did he know, this caused the death of him and many others...

"Hey guys, Neville said he saw a graveyard out back! Let's go and see!"

Zach spoke. Hermione stood up almost immediately; Crookshanks had hissed, eyes gone wide and claws searing frantically.

"Zach, that's a horrible idea!"

"What, do you think Voldemort would be out here... right now?"

The partying half laughed, but the other half scowled solemnly as if that was a grave idea.

"Well... yes." Hermione replied nervously.

"Well you know what? I think she's chicken."

Zachary replied cruelly. Ron and Harry stepped forward, wands out but Neville had stopped them.

"Well I think you're making a grave mistake."

"Balk balk balk balk..." Zach imitated a chicken, waltzing around the room, his side laughing. Hermione tensed up, her lips going from side to side and her face flushing. Crookshanks hissed at her feet, like a great wall of protection.

"Hermione, don't listen to that great ball of dung."

Ron whispered in her ear, but it was too late.

"Fine."

Hermione said, straightening up. Crookshanks gave a little Mew of question and clawed her ankle, only to be kicked out of the way. Luna gasped, Neville turned pale and gulped. Cho's friend grinned, but Cho herself went weak at the knees and a tear went down her eye.

"See? Granger's not chicken. It's not like the dead would come back to life! So anybody afraid to go is officially declared chicken."

I'm very sorry to interrupt this story, but I'd like to point out how well words may affect a person. Ever seen back to the future? Well, Marty, the main, character, let himself be drawn to close death because of being called chicken (and yellow-bellied) several times. And sure enough, everyone stood up, and started walking towards the door that led outside. On the way there, Hermione stared daggers at him, to have a stuck out tongue in a reply. Ron threatened him, and Zach followed the crowd. Still unsure, Crookshanks tailed behind the crowd as the door slammed shut, leaving the DA in the misty night alone and unprotected.

To be continued...

Ok, not that long but the actual medium story will be put into three parts, and I might even add a sequel and a prequel.