The Battle of Hogwarts on the front yard of the ancient castle. Everywhere one looked, fights between groups and individuals alike raged across the lawn. Giants were kept back by arrows loosed by centaurs. Dementors were chased away by Patroni and a certain phoenix that flew through the air. Wizards traded spells back and forth, doing everything from stabbing and stunning to killing and maiming. Students launched spells and rocks from the towers of the school, aided by none other than Albus Dumbledore. The greatest wizard himself, transfiguring rocks for ammunition, death Eaters into toads who were soon squashed and sending healing spells from a remarkable distance at his own forces. Giving them much needed strength and energy. Hagrid and his brother Grawp could be seen by the lake, throwing Death Eaters into the murky water where they were soon pulled down into its dark depths by the creatures that lived there.
Voldemort's Inner circle watched at the gates as their master battled none other than Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Spells were traded and blocked. Dark Curses dodged and stunning and exploding spells sent in retaliation.
Suddenly, A large object blotted out the sun. Many fights stopped to turn and look at what the object could be. Some fighters were lucky and defeated their opponents before looking up. Wards prevented anyone from disapparating and escaping. The object grew larger and larger. It grew closer and closer to one group of death eaters, who were now covered in a soft yellow light. And before anyone knew it…..
CRASH!
People could only look in awe as the Inner circle, who had stood waiting to either finish off Potter or to aid their master, were crushed. The object was now unmistakable. Everyone, good and evil, turned to the tower closest to the Battle and stared at Albus Dumbledore, the man who had just defeated the Inner circle with nothing but a lemon drop.
"Wonderful items, lemons drops. So delicious and so many practical uses." The Aged Headmaster spoke into the stunned silence.
"ALBUS ! THIS IS THE LAST BATTLE! BE SERIOUS!" yelled everyone.
"Someone call my name?" Called the Young Black.
"SHUT UP!"
A dust cloud in the shape of a man was all that could be seen where the ex-prisoner of Azkaban once stood. Though, if one looked closely, one could see a shaggy dog running off into the sunset.
Tom Riddle turned to face his enemy, "And you wonder why I want to destroy this world so badly."
Harry could only stare.