Nothing is mine; all of this belongs to J., sadly. Just the idea is mine.

I hope you enjoy reading this and I would be delighted to receive reviews. My English is not the very best for it is not my native tongue. But enough about me, let the story unfold.

Freedom at last

Slowly the sun sunk behind the trees of the Forbidden Forest and the last golden shafts of sunlight colored the meadow of Hogwarts. But where normally everything was green and beautiful, where the kraken sprawled on the lakefront, were now just dark ground, the earth blood-soaked.

Everywhere on the Hogwarts grounds injured and dead persons. She looked around quickly, but there was no difference between the bodys. Who was Death eater, who warrior of the phoenix?

Her thoughts suddenly were disrupted by a curse.

Just minutes ago Voldemort was finally overwhelmed by Harry, Ron and the Headmaster. A few Death Eaters desperately fought, but the encouraged warriors of the light overran one by one.

Once more a curse missed her by mere millimeters. 'Thank god for my reflexes' she thought to herself, sending a stream of hexes at her opponent. He became weaker with every second, the evasion maneuvers becoming more jerkily, not a quarter as good as in the beginning and for the first time she could see fear in his eyes. It would be not long 'til her victory.

There it was, the one moment of weakness she waited for. Her opponent staggered a mere second, but this was long enough for her to send one more curse on the way.

Just then he stood tall once more he saw the ropes flying at him, but it was too late. Bounded he fell to the grounds; it was no use to push against the hex. Kneeling next to him was his dueling partner, still in the dark cloak, not visible with robe and hood. Here he was, lying in the dirt at the Death eater's feet and was unable to move even his toes. So this was the glorious death he always imagined? Killed by the dark lord himself, that would have been something. But to die by the hand of a desperate Death Eater after the fall of their leader was mortifying .

He didn't pay attention to the wand, which was directed once more at him. 'What use is it anyway?' He had no chance to prepare himself for the massive waves of pain, inflicted by the whispered 'Crucio'. Even the dark lord hadn't witnessed what happened now. Severus Snape screamed under the curse like never before and his voice overlaid everything else.

Dumbledores Head jerked away from the mutilated body of Fenrir Grayback. Next to him Ron steadied Remus, who fought the other werewolf and had now multiple injuries. All of them glanced at the grounds to find the one person, which was in horrible pain. Then they found it, the whole phoenixgroup moved, Harry and the headmaster being the frontline, the spearhead of the light.

The nearer they came, the clearer became the scene before them. A person, writhed in pain, towering above a masked figure, which used the cruciatuscurse over and over again. In the short periods between the tortures the group could hear the pleading of the cursed one. 'Please, I beg you, no more, just kill me and finish my life. No, no, please, please not again.' A short slewing of the wand and the screaming started once more.

The phoenixes were shocked. All of them recognized the voice, normally filled with ice and sarcasm, now pleading for life and death. Snape, the hero of the war, the eternal spy, tortured for all the world to see. Wild rage seeping through the veins everyone cursed the unknown foe.

She had seen them a long time ago, but this was so much fun. 'Why is everyone interrupting me? Just when it's the most fun. What is this? Annoy-me-day?'

It was quiet obvious for her, they just didn't understand the concept of "getting in line" or "waiting till it's your turn". No, all against one of course. She moved around the massive wave of hexes at the very last moment, torturing Snape as long as possible. The problem was, that she now had a wand trained at her. The potionsmaster had remembered his weapon and jinxed her, so that she was petrified apart from her head. There was no way to leave the degrading position.

She looked up and, her face still in the hoods shadows, stared into Snapes black eyes. 'I underestimated you, Snape.'

Like that the phoenixgroup found them, at last arriving at this last battle. Snape, still shaking madly from the curses, his wand fixed on a figure, which kneeled in front of him like he was a king, one knee touching the earth, the other bent under her.

The last warriors surrounded her, wands and grim faces turned to her. Harry stepped forward: 'Today no one will get away, who kneeled before Voldemort. And no one is allowed to harm the man, who made the fall of the Dark Lord possible.'

She just rolled her eyes. 'That a drivel. They should hurry up or they will be the ones receiving the shock of their lifes. '

The savior of the wizarding world talked more, about the penalty for all Death Eaters, cowardice and the viciousness of the Dark Lord. It was obvious, that he had just warmed up for a speech. The considerable injured Lupin intercepted the hero after a few minutes. 'Thank merlin for small wonders.'

'Let us teach him a lesson. Severus, what do you think?' Snape glared icily down on her. 'I would like to show her, what she cast upon me.'

All turned to Dumbledore to see his reaction. He recognized the hate in their faces and turned to the rest of the group. 'Go, tend to the injured. We will deal with this one.'