It was a very melancholy group that left what remained of Hogwarts that day. So many people dead; and Voldemort still won. Harry hadn't stopped him. In times to come there would probably be many who would blame Harry in the years to follow, but for now the only real emotion being felt was disbelief. Harry was dead, and Voldemort had triumphed.

Voldemort had forced Hagrid to carry Harry's body to the courtyard; everyone watching could not believe what they were seeing. Many hoped for a miracle, but he just lay there, cold and lifeless. All there had seen death, and all there saw that death on Harry.

The fight went out of Dumbledore's army after that; many just sat where they were staring into space, others resigned themselves to their fight as Voldemort's Death Eater's lead them off in chains. Only a very few seemed to retain any fight after that, Hermione was one, as was Ron. As devastated as they were, they fought their way out of the courtyard to escape from Voldemort. Luck was not entirely with them in this endeavour unfortunately.

As the still active renegades fought to be free -to get outside of Hogwarts ground so they could apparate and escape- Ron saw a Death Eater lining up a curse to throw at Hermione, he managed to deflect the curse away from her, but neglected to see the one aimed at him by none other than Voldemort himself. He was at the back of the pack and none saw him fall as they ran for freedom. It would only be later as they regrouped that they would realize all they had lost, and weep.

The night started to brighten as the new day took it, but none were still remaining in Hogwarts ruins that could see that as a good thing. If there were any still there, they would have seen a most remarkable sight. A phoenix flew to Harry's body -Voldemort had refused to allow it to be buried, and even created a preservation spell and a pedestal for it so that all could see what happened to those that refused to bow to his will- and landed beside it. This phoenix would have been well known to most; Fawkes. He bent his head over Harry's body and a single tear fell, landed on the broken remains of Harry's wand which was held over his heart. As the tear landed, Fawkes burst into flames. Eventually the flames wavered and died it became obvious that Harry's body and wand had been consumed in the flames as well.

As the new day dawned, it shone on an empty pedestal and, some would say, hope.

So let me know what you all think, hopefully a longer story, I've worked a couple of chapters ahead just kind of wondering if people want me to continue :). Reviews are much appreciated.