"Severus… I've found you to be a traitor.. prepare to die." He did not try to escape, wards had already been placed to prevent that. Miracle of miracle however someone apparated in as the last syllable of Kedavra was being uttered. In a flash of light there was a man in black and shining emerald green standing there with waves of magic that no one present had ever felt before rolling off of him in waves. Between the Dark Lord set to soon take over and the spy Severus Snape. With a loud crack the speeding green light was diverted from its path sent instead to the side-hitting the slightly mad Bellatrix Lestrange dead-on-deflected by a plain utilerian dagger wrapped in leather which was then drawn back and thrown spiraling into Voldemorts chest. All of the circles had been called to see the traitors demise, and seeing their lord killed, instantly many charged the mysterious assassin with their wands only to be killed themselves by two newly drawn identical daggers by the same man or intercepted by the teams of people in blood red and black or brown and green clothing that had began flashing in much the same as his savior had. Some the potions master recognized as vampires as they mercilessly ripped into the death eaters and the other fighters he realized were high elves with long flowing hair using both their unique magic as well as bows and swords to decimate the black robed minions. Eventually all of the Dark Lords followers had either fled or were dead or stunned or otherwise incapitated on the floor, the ranks of the other side though were all alive and those wounded were helped out leaving Severus standing in the middle of the carnage reverted back to the state of shock he had snapped out of breifly to help in the battle efforts. Lucius he noted, was alive and well, and was making his way over. He too, had changed sides. Once the blonde haired man was almost over him he asked the question that had been plaguing him from the second the brown handle of the blade struck his old masters chest.
"He is dead then?"
"Yes Severus, well and truly."
"And who are these people?"
"High Elves and Vampires by the looks of it, though I've never heard of them working together before. How is it we are still alive?"
They both looked up as one of the vampires who wore the red cloaks came over. "You are alive because you are on the right side, my friends. Do you need to be escorted somewhere?"
"Who are you, who was that man that killed the dark lord." demanded Malfoy getting straight to the matter.
"I am Agorith the man who killed Voldemort, is our leader."
"And what does your group now intend to do?" Snape asked smoothly hoping a new bout of insanity with more powerful beings was not about to begin.
"Right now we are going to portkey all the captured to the Ministry, and then we go back to our homes."
"But why did you fight the dark lords forces?" The blonde wondered
"Voldemort was bringing evil and unneeded death to our worlds, the elves and us could have truthfully stayed out of most of the conflict for a while yet, but our leader convinced us to help end the bloodshed of innocents, and so we aided him, that is all. He did send me over here to see if you had injuries or wanted an escort somewhere, so what say you?"
Both of the spy's glanced at each other, they both wanted more information. "We both have some cuts, nothing minor" Snape confessed.
"And what's your name, I know he is Malfoy, I've seen him before but?"
"I am Severus Snape" the vampire stared at him for a long moment.
"Our leader will be wanting to attend to you personally then Lord Prince no matter the majority of your injuries, please, wait, while I fetch him." Where before the dark creature had seemed a trifle impatient after hearing the sallow man's name he seemed all respecting.
"What was that about?" the aristocrat queried seeing the behavior odd as well. "I am Malfoy but you are Lord Prince and apparently going to be 'attended to personally' by the vamps and elves leader?!"
Tight black armor and a beautifully emerald colored flowing cloak, the impressive man came over and immediately spoke forgoing any pleasantries.
"This will fill with almost any potions you need" He gestured to a black opal bottle with a panther and raven carve on it and held on a finely crafted silver chain. "please make use of It Lord Prince, I apologize but I must attend to my allies, should you need an escort Agorith has agreed to attend to you." He swept away as quickly as he had entered.