A/N: Okay, this story is Hermione/Neville, and takes place in Hermione's view. Read, review, and enjoy!

"HARRY!" Hagrid shouted. "HARRY - WHERE'S HARRY?"

The chaos was everywhere.

I pushed and shoved, trying to get to where they - those despicable, evil things - had left my best friend's body. Tears ran down my dirt-streaked face as the sheer force of numbers pushed me back towards the castle.

I turned away, struggling to hold back my tears, and ran forward, pushing and shoving. I sent curses and jinxes at every Death Eater I could see, welding their masks to their faces, Tongue-Tying them, everything. Several seemingly crumpled before my spells even hit them, but I didn't care. With a hate I didn't know I possessed, I stepped on one's masked face, pushing it to the ground.

I reached the Entrance Hall just in time to see Voldemort send a Killing Curse at Seamus Finnigan and Hannah Longbottom. The pit in my stomach that had existed for months tightened and clenched as I saw the green light fly like a bullet towards my two friends-

-And ricochet off of a Shield Charm. Where had it come from?

Seamus and Hannah didn't stop to wonder, and darted right back into battle.

I turned and saw Charlie Weasley and Professor Slughorn - who was still wearing his pyjamas - storm up the front steps, accompanied by the families and friends of every Hogwarts student who had remained to fight, along with the people of Hogsmeade. I gasped as Bane, Ronan, and Magorian thundered into the hall, letting their arrows fly into the robes of the Death Eaters.

My breath caught in my throat as the doors of the kitchens exploded, and a force of house-elves charge out, brandishing carving knives and cleavers, using their strange magic to blast Death Eaters into the air. More tears streamed down my face as Kreacher, who was leading it all, roared, "Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!"

My joy at seeing the Death Eaters overcome by our willpower and number was dulled as the thought of Harry's broken and lifeless body reentered my mind. It would never, ever leave my mind. Not ever.

The screams of both Death Eaters and Hogwarts defenders rang in my ears as I pushed over to where Bellatrix Lestrange was dueling Ginny and Luna. They could not die. No. Not after Harry.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ron and Neville hit Fenrir Greyback with dozens of curses. I almost smiled as I saw him grow tentacles on his face - from the combination of a Jelly-Legs Jinx and a Furnunculus Curse.

I shrieked as an eggshell blue light erupted from a Death Eater's wand, headed straight for Neville. It hit him in between the eyes, and he crumpled, deathly pale, to the floor.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" I shrieked for the first time, pointing my wand at the Death Eater. A blazing green light shot out of it, spitting like a rabid dragon. It met its mark, and the Death Eater crumpled to the floor.

Ron stared at me, and once again I remembered his oft-repeated statement. 'You're brilliant, you know? Brilliant, but scary.'

There was no time to help Neville. I turned around, my heart pounding so loudly I thought it was lodged in my ear, and jumped right between Luna and Ginny, firing a hex straight at her. She deflected it with a manic smile and sent a Killing Curse straight for Ginny. Oh no, not Ginny, please not Ginny…

But, with the grace of her Horse patronus, Ginny effortlessly twirled out of the way, the green light nearly touching a few of her flyaway hairs.

"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"

Mrs. Weasley ran in front of us, firing a curse at Bellatrix as she did so.

"OUT OF MY WAY!" she shouted at us. Wordlessly I grabbed Luna and Ginny and sprinted away, quickly Healing some of the injuries on Luna's face.

"No! Get back! Get back! She is mine!"

Hundreds of people, both Death Eaters and Hogwarts defenders, watched the fight as well as another - the fight between Voldemort, Professor McGonagall, Slughorn, and Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"What will happen to your children when I've killed you?" Bellatrix taunted in her insane voice, dodging Mrs. Weasley's curses in some crazy spinning dance.

"You - will - never - touch - our - children - again!" screamed Mrs. Weasley. My mind flashed back to Fred's body, battered and broken after the wall fell on him, yet still alive. I froze as I thought of any of my friends dying. Not after Harry, please, no more…

Bellatrix was laughing, exhilarated and absolutely crazy. The scars on my skin, the ones that read Mudblood, prickled at the sight of her. Suddenly my mind flashed back to when we were in the Department of Mysteries, and Sirius was hit by her Killing Curse…

Mrs. Weasley's curse shot like an arrow, straight for Bellatrix's heart. My scars tingled as the Avada Kedavra slammed right into her chest.

She stopped smiling.

She stopped breathing.

She knew it had happened.

And then she fell, and I screamed with joy.

Others did too, but over them all came Voldemort's high, piercing shriek of rage. He blasted my teachers and my Auror friend away, straight into the other wall. I managed a large Cushioning Charm to protect them from the impact before I noticed that Voldemort had raised his wand level with Molly Weasley.

"PROTEGO!" someone roared, and a Shield Charm existed where there had not been one before.

And then, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, my best friend, revealed himself to the entire school.

I erupted in fresh tears, only these were tears of happiness. For I knew now how this battle was going to end.

But I was not meant to see it, for I never noticed a quiet presence behind my back.

I never heard them say, "Osculum."

I only felt myself crumple to the floor.