The battle is the most gruesome one yet. After Hermione's death, the severity of the duel became clear to everyone.
Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Minerva McGonagall, and Remus Lupin face off in the center of the arena while the crowd cheers and shouts.
Mostly, they're shouting "How is Draco still alive! What the hell!" Which is precisely what's going through the purebloods mind as well. Every time one of his peers or teachers were hit with a killing curse it seemed to pass right by him. Everyone was trying to kill him, but no one could finish the job.
It was a lot like school had been.
Neville's survival also surprises everyone, though they're much happier about it. The boy, whom the crowd had assumed to be Harry's replacement outlived him by days.
In truth, the battle is a complete, unpredictable mess and no one's sure how to deal with it.
Except Remus. Because he can turn into a wolf and be freaking awesome.
Remus leaps through the arena, glad for the full moon for the first time in his life. He lands right on top of Neville, ripping out the youth's throat with his teeth.
The crowd isn't fond of Remus's killing style. It's bloody and gory and they'd rather see magic.
So, Knighttheblackcat rallies together a group of muggles, and together they take down the wolf.
Three remain.
The battle switch directions. Luna Lovegood drops her wand and hollers "Stop! Let's talk this through."
And they probably would, but McGonagall's already a swift "Avadacadavra!"
The ground goes silent. They stare.
"Opps?" she witch offers. She turns her attention towards Draco. "This is impossible Mr. Malfoy."
"I agree," The youth nods, dropping his own wand. "Let's settle this like real wizards."
McGonagall follows suit. "Exactly what I was thinking. Would you like to begin?"
A microphone appears in the air in front of Draco's face. He grins. "With pleasure."
The crowd starts stomping and clapping until they were forming a solid beat and then Draco Malfoy began his attack.
"Gryffindor aye, I bet you think you're brave?
You can't even make a few eleven-year olds behave!
People say you're a bad ass, always standing your ground.
But time after time you let kids go running around.
I'm sorry Professor, please pardon my speech.
I'm sure you'd be a good teacher if you knew how to teach."
"You get her!" Savfortin cheers from the crowd. Draco fist bumps the air and steps away from the mic.
Minerva takes his place.
Mr. Malfoy, a fangirl's dream come true,
once changes everything about you.
Now your kind, and loving, a real muggle lover.
End up with Harry, Hermione, Ron or some other.
Hell, even an apple. They matched you with food!
Because they know no human would ever deal with your attitude.
"Oh snap!" Grace_yetzer exclaims.
"So people match me with everyone, it's just in my charm.
Now really Minerva, you thought your rhymes caused me harm?
I can get anyone, anything in the world,
Whether fruit or vegetable, boy or girl.
You see, dear professor, the public wants more.
They want to see what stories Draco could have in store."
"Stories of crying, getting punched by a muggleborn?
Losing a fight in a bathroom, getting tricked in your own dorm?
Running in fear from the forest, in your first year?
Failing the only mission old Voldy would ever let you near?
Awww, poor baby Malfoy, I hope I didn't make you sad.
Have a biscuit Draco and go cry to your dad."
That's it. With that one line, McGonagall knows she's one. The crowd goes mad as the awesomeness of her sick rhymes causes Draco to implode into a ball of light.
McGonagall smiles, wiping some blood from her forehead before finally turning to address the crowd. "Now get to class!"