"It is time!" Harry Potter, a mere seventeen year old boy, with bottle-green eyes and a curious lightening bolt shaped scar half disguised by his mass of unruly jet-black hair, shouted to the crowd of people, young and old, women and men, girls and boys, wizards and witches all alike in their cause.
"Time for us to face our mortality, and force Voldemort -" All the crowd, except for Hermione flinched as one, as he-who-must-not-be-named's name was spoken, as Hermione had long said 'Fear in a name only increases fear in the thing itself.' Ron just barely flinched, starting to learn that lesson.
"- to face his at long last, we have waited for this moment in fear, now we will face it with courage, and yes, some of us may never return from this battle, but will live on in those that survive. We will make our families proud of us today and tomorrow, and however long it may take for us to bring down Voldemort!" Harry finished and ended the loudening spell on his voice.
Cheers rose up from the crowd, and the witches and wizards were as ready as they were ever going to be, quickly all rushed around, finding their loved ones, grabbing their wands and praying they survive this war, because that was what they were about to fight.
Harry Potter looked around the crowd and decided it was time to leave, they were going to surprise the death-eaters and Voldemort, Harry's features became hard, determined and his eyes darkened as he thought about Voldemort, the man, no, beast that caused the wizarding and muggle worlds such pain and anguish… who murdered his parents. Harry stood once more, pointing his wand at his throat "sonorous, we are to leave now, please remember the death-eaters will hurt you, they will kill you, unless you kill them first. Let's go. Quietus."
The wizards and witches watched and listened as the boy-who-lived, turned into the man-who-lives in front of their eyes and followed as Harry led them to a war and their unsure futures. One thing they were sure of was that this war and the people fighting would always be remembered and honoured in the hearts of loved ones. As Harry Potter, the-man-who-lived lead them away he looked into the distance and whispered "This is for you mum and dad." And port-keyed away with the group to face a nightmare.