A/N: this was fun. Enjoy!

Dis: HP not mine.

Neville stared at the scene before him, Hagrid was holding Harry's still lifeless frame, tears rolling down his face. Voldemort was smirking in triumph as he proclaimed his mortal enemy dead, Death Eaters laughing and praising their lord. The light staring on in disbelief, breaking down, giving up.

"No," Neville whispered to himself, "Not like this."

Neville looked around for something, anything that he could use to wipe that smirk off Voldemort's face. He saw a chair lying on it's side two feet away from him. 'Must have fallen from one of the classrooms' he thought absently. Neville continued to stare at the chair, when an idea struck him.

He was about to do the bravest, or stupidest, thing he had ever done in his life.

Voldemort was slightly disappointed that the prophesy child had been so easy to kill, he hadn't even put up a fight, just stood there and taken the curse. But he wasn't complaining, oh no! He was glad the pest had been killed.

'Ha Dumbledore, Potter is dead!' Though it was rather childish to think, it was still satisfying, letting the old coot know that he, Voldemort, had killed Harry Potter, the 'Chosen One'. Some chosen one.

"Join me! Potter is dead now, you have nothing left!" He shouted with glee to the light. The Death Eaters praised him, laughing and jeering at the broken people. "Give up and join me!"

He waited for their response, no one moved. He gave an inward sigh before he started to raise his wand to kill one of the mudbloods, when he heard a noise that made him pause.

Neville decided that he was close enough to Voldemort for what he was about to do.

He raised his weapon above his head and screamed at the top of his lungs 'FOR HARRY' though it all came out as a garbled yelp as he tripped over a rock.

But that wouldn't stop him, nope, he continued running at the Snake faced bastard.

Harry lifted his head to get a look at whatever the hell had made that noise. To his surprise he saw Neville advancing towards Voldemort with …..a chair...?

Voldemort could only stare on in confusion as a boy came at him with... a chair. He was rather shocked and slightly amused that someone thought they could attack and do damage to his person with something so mundane as a chair.

He looked on with no worries, confident that one of his followers would squash this... bug.

The collective crowd was stunned that Longbottom had the audacity to threaten Lord Voldemort... with a chair. What was the idiot thinking, most everyone thought he wasn't thinking at all.

They watched on wondering what was going to happen next.

Neville hadn't actually thought he would get this far, so when his chair hit the Dark Lords face, to say he was shocked would be an understatement. Once he started, he couldn't really stop, and so as a result, he ended up beating Voldemort to death.

He stood with his bloody broken chair and wondered at what he had just done, and what to do next.

The light side stared in blank incredulity, at the boy who had just beat the Dark Lord to death. They were inspired by Nevilles genius, and started to pelt the Death Eaters with rocks.

The Death Eaters fled before the onslaught of deadly earth.

Harry came up to Nevilles side and patted him on the back "Didn't know you had it in you." He said, with a proud glint in his eye.

Neville stared at his chair, he looked over at Harry and smiled. He turned as if to leave, before he suddenly spun around and smashed the chair into Harry's face.

"I do believe you were supposed to be dead." He looked around at the people who were staring at him in horror, "Unless anyone has any objections?"

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