Fifteen minutes, that's all I have as I listen to the mad rantings of the man who killed my parents. I stand there transfixed wondering how anyone hadn't killed him when they noticed the madness growing. When Snape killed Headmaster Dumbledore I didn't understand. I didn't want to. He had lived up to his name and I was content in my brooding that when Nagini struck and snuffed him out, all I had left were recycled memories of my mother, and of the Headmaster telling Snape to kill him, to get back into the good books of Voldemort and to stop his suffering.
Ten minutes, he struck me with the killing curse, and now Hagrid is carrying my body, poor Hagrid I'm sorry for doing this to you, but it is necessary, for me to get close he must believe I'm dead. Thank any deities out there that Lucius Malfoy is more worried about his son, then his master's wrath. Narcissa, who had joined the Order in her husband's place, had been killed in a skirmish between Death Eaters and the Aurors, actually not even on duty, but was hit by a stray disemboweling curse.
Five minutes, Hagrid has reached the clearing between Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest, crying as he held my, in his eyes, corpse. You can hear the wailing of Mrs. Weasley and Ginny, the anguished scream released by the Twins, the screams of "Harry!" From Ron and Hermione. As the lunatic continued to rant and rave, congratulating himself on a job well done, hadn't noticed that his followers were looking at him in a new light. Those who weren't mad themselves, looked around at the carnage, saw the loss of life, and saw a waste of talent and resources, and quietly began to surrender and withdraw from the fight. It started in waves as pure blood after pure blood dropped threw or handed their wand to a near-by light fighter whittling down his forces, not protecting him
NOW! I hop up off the ground where Hagrid laid me, and shot my signature spell. "EXPELLIARMUS" Voldemort, having only a sliver of soul left, exploded at the force of the spell slamming into him, his eyes wide in disbelief before they too, disintegrated, leaving only a bone and a hand behind.
Cue the hysterical laughter from those who have just unexpectedly won. The last true followers try to escape to find a way to bring their lord back even though they witnessed his defeat once more.
The Abuse I faced as I was pummeled by six people all assuring themselves they were not dreaming or hallucinating.
Fast forward a month, most of those dark followers who surrendered in the last fight had been given a fine, testimony under Veritiserum why they joined the dark forces, and were given their freedom. Those truly followed ex-Dark Lord Voldemort found themselves thrown through the Veil. This is the beginning of my Story.
Harry Potter
AN NEW STORY! an apology on being late so long on the update