Authors Note: I don't own Harry Potter (If I did, I probably wouldn't have to resort to writing Fanfiction...) it belongs to JKR. The Howling belongs to Within Temptation, and I think I might have changed some of the lyrics slightly.

Battle At Hogwarts

The Beginning of the End

We've been seeing what you wanted
Got us cornered right now
Fallen asleep from our vanity
May cost us our lives

I hear them getting closer
Their screams are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now,
They're coming down the hills from behind

Jets of light rained down through the corridors. Hair was flying; feet were running, incoherent screams echoed across the crumbling castle. Death and fear was in the air. A woman with wild black hair laughed maddeningly, her white hand clutched a thin stick of wood. Men, woman and children fell, while others rose to fight. A man with flying red hair and a scarred face fought a tall blond wizard clothed in black. A boy with white blond hair ducked and ran through the crowd trailed by two others. The black haired woman turned to a tall black man, her eyes filled with malice.

When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare they've created
I want to be awakened somehow

Masks of death served as their faces, sticks of wood destroying lives. A girl, a mere child slashed the air with her wand at her masked assailant, his chilling scream of rage and pain filled the air. Giants broke down walls. Spiders crawled in to feed on the dead. Feeble bodies being pulled to safety, and a boy. A boy with black hair and green eyes flanked by a boy and girl like bodyguards ran concealed under a cloak. They slipped by unseen and the battle continued.

When we start killing
We must keep on fighting till they go down
From the nightmare they've created
Just keep believing in hope somehow

For the first time there was silence. A high, cold voice had filled the air. Shudders ran through many, even those who were on the voice's side. "Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forms to retreat immediately." His voice continued but those clothed in black quickly made themselves scarce. The boy and his friends had long ago returned, the same question on many lips: "When would they be back to finish this…?"

We've been searching all night long
But there's no trace to be found
It's like they all have just vanished
But I know they're around

The living, the wounded, and those carrying the dead went to the great hall. The air was filled with cries of fear, of grief, and of pain. Many had lost their lives. A family cried over the pale, cold body of a boy with bright red hair, a woman lay side by side with a man as if they had died trying to save each other's lives. The boy with green eyes stared then turned and left the Hall, his grief too great to bear. Those still there held each other, whispering words of comfort and hope. When would it end? Was it worth it?

The sun is rising
The screams have gone
Too many have fallen
Few still stand tall
Is this the ending
Of what we've begun?
Will we remember
what we've done wrong?

The boy with the green eyes had returned. Realization and determination in his face, no more people would die, no more would suffer for him. He knew what he must do…It was time to end this. It was time to face his fate.

"The last enemy to be destroyed is death."