A/N: I do not own any related to the Harry Potter franchise, J.K. Rowling does and she is awesome!
CHAPTER 2: IT'S OVER.
Diana's POV:
The hour was almost up, and I was still talking to Hermione about muggle things and such, we were interrupted by George, "Diana, could you come for a second? There is this girl, she is much too injured and Madam Pomfrey is too busy, and Percy mentioned how you saved Fred…"
"Where?" And I Followed him to the Great Hall, when we got to the girl, Ginny had her head on her lap and kept whispering to girl that she was going to be fine, the girl just whimpered a lot mostly. The poor thing had horrible cuts on her torso, as soon as I saw the cuts I jumped into action.
"Hello, I'm Diana, I'm just going to help you ok?" I said to the girl as soothingly as I could manage, "Ok, let's see, do you remember who did this?"
"Wh-wh-why does that matter?" The girl asked me like I was insane.
"Because if I know who did, one I could know their favorite curses, and two I could kick their ass for what he or she did to you, so?"
"Bellatrix, it was Bellatrix, she used something that sounded like, "Right then she started coughing blood, and I press my hand tighter to the cuts, when she stopped she finished, "like Sectosempra, does that help?"
"Yes!" I said happily, and everyone looked at me like I was crazy. Hermione had followed George and me, and Percy was holding the poor girl's hand. "Let's do the counter curse, and then check for other injuries ok?" I murmur the counter course and in seconds she was fine, and I check everything, she had a broken leg that I fixed quickly, but thank Merlin nothing else, "Alright you should be fine now, stay put, under any circumstances stand up unless a fight breaks out, then run like hell, you hear me?" The girl nodded, and murmured a thank you and then I stood, but before I turned I asked, "by the way, what's your name?"
"Silena Bennett, Hufflepuff, 6th year"
"Nice to meet Silena, hope you get better" With that I turned to George and asked him to lead to the worst injured so I could give a hand to Madam Pomfrey.
I have to say that I was relieved when Madam Pomfrey and I finished helping the last student, but once again I didn't get to enjoy it. Voldermort's voice echoed through the walls of the castle:
"Harry Potter is dead. I killed him as he fled, trying to save himself while you sacrificed your lives for him. We bring his body as proof that your hero is dead. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and The Boy Who Lived is finished. The war must end. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as each member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me and you will be acquitted. Your fathers and sons, your brother and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in a new world that we will build together."
"No…" I said as I ran to the entrance, people followed I was close to the Weasleys, Hermione and McGonagall. When got to the entrance, there they were, Voldemort, his Death Eaters and Hagrid who was carrying the limp body of Harry Potter in his arm.
"NO!" The scream was so terrifying, and it only made worse that was McGonagall screaming, I never thought that she was capable of that level of despair. Someone laughed, probably that bitch of Bellatrix no doubt, she was going to get a piece of my mind, someone had told me that she was the one to kill Dora, and that Dolohov had killed Remus. People kept coming out, to see that Harry Potter was actually dead.
"No!"
"No!"
"Harry! HARRY!" Ron, Hermione and Ginny yelled after him; Ginny was about to go to him when I stopped her, locked her to me with my arms, tears were rolling down her face, Voldemort seem to rejoiced over her tears, I looked at him with absolute disgust. There was a silence, and then everyone started yelling insults to the Death Eaters and Voldermot, and yes, I was one of them.
"SILENCE!" Voldemort yelled and with a flash of light shut us all up. Curse that excuse of a man. "It's over! Drop him, Hagrid, by my feet, where he should be!" Hagrid carefully laid Potter in the grass next to Voldemort's feet. "See?" He kept walking back and forth. "Potter is dead! Do you understand, do you, deluded? He was nothing, never was, but a child who trusted others to sacrifice themselves for him!"
"He confronted you!" Shouted Ron, and all of us were shouting again and again until he silenced us once more.
"He died trying to sneak out of the castle grounds," Said Voldemort, "Died while trying to save himself…" He trailed off. Neville Longbottom broke through the crowd and was charging towards Voldemort, he cursed him, I screamed, Neville was groaning in pain on the grass, disarmed. Voldemort had his wand, he throw it to one side laughing. "Who is this?" He all but hiss like a snake, "Who has volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue to fight when the battle is lost?"
That bitch of Bellatrix gave a delighted laugh. "Is Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The boy that has been giving the Carrows so much trouble! The son of the Aurors, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, I remember," Voldemort answered, looking down at Neville, who was trying to get to his feet again, he was completely unprotected, he was, in what you could say, the no-man's land. "But you are a pure blood, are you, my brave boy? Nevile" Voldemort asked, Neville had now his hand curled into fists.
"What if I am?" He responded loudly.
"Samples spirit and courage, and comes from a noble lineage. You will be a very valuable Death Eater. We need people like you, Neville Longbottom."
"I'll join you when hell freezes over, Dumbledore's Army!" said Neville and with that people started shouting again.
"Ok," said Voldemort softly, "if that is your choice, Longbottom, return to the original plan. Your problem." Voldemort with a wave of his wand, seconds later something landed in his hands, it was rusty and patched up, "The Sorting Hat" whispered Ginny.
"There will be no more Sorting Hat at Hogwarts" Said Voldemort, "No more houses. The emblem, the shield and colors, the ones of my ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, will serve for everyone. Eh, Neville Longbottom?" He pointed his wand at Neville, who was completely motionless, then he putted the Hat on Neville's head, covering his eyes. People moved, and the Death Eaters raised their wands towards us, holding us off, knowing that we could rip their throats out.
"Neville will now show what will happen to anyone who is foolish enough to continue to oppose me" With a wave of his wand, the hat started burning in flames. Neville couldn't move, he was going to burn, suddenly many things happened at once, there was chaos everywhere and the next thing Iknew, I was dueling with Dolohov, which was perfect for me; I was enraged as I casted curses to him and repelled his, he was laughing the bastard.
"What's so funny uh?"
"You'll be dead soon enough, Avada Kedrava!"
"Protego!" The flash of green light bounced on my charm and unfortunately it vanished, which sucked because it could have been nice if had rebounded towards him, I was so angry, the idiot looked surprised for a second, then Flitwick was at my side and putted him down. I was absolutely annoyed, but still yelled at Dolohov, "That's for Remus you bastard!"
We all kept fighting, Voldemort was dueling Kingsley, McGonagall and Slyghorn all at once, and so was that bitch of Belllatrix, but it was Hermione, Luna and Ginny whom she was dueling with, Mrs. Weasley came out of nowhere when a killing curse almost hit Ginny.
"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!" And then started fighting, Mrs. Weasley was good, in seconds Bellatrix was falling, dead. Voldemort screamed in anger, and McGonagall, Kingsley and Slyghorn flew backwards, and everyone froze, Voldemort pointed his wand to Mrs. Weasley.
"Protego!" Someone roared. Voldemort looked at everyone searching for the source of the shield. All of the sudden, Potter came out of nowhere, he was probably using his invisibility cloak, one of the Death Hallows, Ignotus' gift. There were shrieks of surprise, cheers and screams everywhere, "Harry! Is Alive!" but they all silenced immediately; we were all afraid. Voldemort and Harry looked into each other's eyes, and started turning in circles, like two dogs ready to kill each other.
"I do not want any help" Potter said loudly. "This is how it should be. It has to be me."
Voldemort hissed, "Potter doesn't mean that, that is not how it works, right? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter?"
"Nobody" Responded Potter simply. " There are no more horrocruxes." Wait a second did he just said horrocruxes? "Just you and me. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to disappear forever"
"One of us?" sneered Voldemort, he looked absolutely tense. "Do you think it will be you, eh, the guy who survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?"
"Was it an accident that my mother saved me?" Asked Potter; their circle was perfect, they were completely synchronized. "Accident that I decided to fight in that graveyard? Accident, that I didn't defend myself tonight, and still survived, and came back to fight?"
"Accidents!" Screamed Voldemort. "Accident and chance, and the fact that you hide and whine behind the skirts of great men and women, and let me kill them for you!"
"You are not killing anyone else tonight, you cannot ever kill again either. Don't you understand? I was prepared to die to prevent you to do harm to these people…"
"But you didn't!"
"… I intended to do so, and that's what counts. I did what my mother did. Protect them. Have you not notice how none of the spells you have cast has touch them? You cannot torture them. You cannot touch them. You haven't learn from your mistake, Riddle, have you?" Wow, I give the kid that much, he had guts, for sure.
"You dare…?"
"Yes, I dare" said Potter, "I know things you do not know, Tom Riddle. I know a lot of things that you do not. Want to hear some, before making another big mistake?" Voldemort was completely quiet, well not for long.
"Is it love again? Dumbledore's favorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter — and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?"
"Just one thing"
"If it is love that will save you this time," said Voldemort, "you must believe you have a magic that I have not, something else, another weapon more powerful than mine?"
"Both, I think" Voldermot looked surprised like a second, to be honest I was amused and completely absorbed in the conversation. Then Voldemort started to laugh a humorless laugh, it was really scary.
"Do you think I do not know magic? What I do, that Lord Voldemort, who has performed magic that not even Dumbledore himself ever dreamed?"
"Oh, he dreamed of it, but he knew more than you , knew enough to not do what you did"
"You mean he was weak! Too weak to dare, too weak to take what could have been his, what will be mine!"
"No, he was more cunning than you, greatest wizard, and a better man."
"I ordered the death of Albus Dumbledore!"
"You think you did, but you're wrong."
"Dumbledore is dead! His body is rotting in a marble tomb in the grounds of the castle. I saw him, Potter, and he will not return!"
"Yes, Dumbledore is dead, but it was not you who killed him. He chose his own way of dying, he planned it for months before his death, arranged everything with the man you thought was your servant."
"What childish dream is this?"
"Severus Snape was not one of your men. Was Dumbledore's. From the moment you started to chase my mother. And you never understood because it is the only thing you cannot understand. Have you ever seen Snape cast a patronus, Riddle?" Voldemort was mute, awesome! "Snape's patronus was a doe, as my mother's because he loved her for most of his life, since childhood. You should have noticed. He asked you spare her life, right?"
"He wanted her, that was all, but when she disappeared, he agreed there were other women, and pure blood, worthy of him"
"Of course he told you that, but he was Dumbledore's spy from the moment you threaten my mother, and has been working against you ever since! Dumbledore was already dying when Snape finish him!"
"It matters not! It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore's, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path. I crushed them as I crushed your mother, Snape's supposed great love. Oh, but it all makes sense Potter and in ways that you do not understand. Dumbledore was trying to keep the Elder Wand from me. He intended that Snape should be the true master of the wand. But I got there ahead of you little boy - I reached the wand before you could get your hands upon it. I understood the truth before you caught up. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago and the Elder Wand, the Death Stick, the Wand of Destiny is truly mine! Dumbledore's last plan went wrong, Harry Potter!"
"Yes, it did, you're right, but before you kill me, I advise you to think about what you've done…. Think, and try to feel some remorse, Riddle…"
"What is this?" Voldemort looked stupefied, wow, the guy was really inhuman to be surprise by what Potter had said.
"It's your one last chance, I have seen what would have been otherwise… Be a man … try … Try for some remorse …"
"Do you dare?"
"Yes, I dare, because Dumbledore's last plan has not been turned against me at all. Has been turned against you, Riddle. The wand is still not working properly for you because you killed the wrong person. Severus Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. Never defeated Dumbledore."
"I killed…"
"Have you not been listening? Snape never defeated Dumbledore! Dumbledore's death was planned! Dumbledore intended to die undefeated, the last master of the wand! If all had gone as planned, the power of the wand would have died with him, because he has never been defeated!"
"But then, Potter, Dumbledore was kind enough to give me the wand! I stole the wand from the tomb of his last master! The power is mine!"
"You still don't get it, do you, Riddle? Possessing the wand is not enough! Holding it, using it, does not make truly yours. Did you not hear Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard… The Elder Wand recognized a new master before Dumbledore died, someone, who never put his hand on it. The new master took the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never understanding exactly what he had done, or that the world's most dangerous wand had given him its loyalty…"
By the look on the snake-faced dark wizard, you could tell he was about to curse Potter. "The real master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy" To say Voldemort looked surprised would be an understatement, he looked shocked, even if it was for a second.
"Why does it matter? Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference between you and me. There are no twin sisters. We only duel on skill…. And after I kill you, I can deal with Draco Malfoy…"
"But you are too late, you lost your chance. I got here first. I defeated Draco weeks ago. I took his wand." He showed Voldemort what he was talking about, and all of us followed with our eyes the wand. "So it all comes down to this, doesn't it? Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does … I am the true master of the Elder Wand." At that moment the sun came up, making a ray of red light in the enchanted ceiling, I couldn't see a thing, but I heard, two voices shouting spells; there was an explosion, and I saw Potter jump to grab the Elder's wand and Voldemort falling to the floor, when he landed on the floor, dead, we all stood in silence; personally I had my wand at the ready in case the bastard came back, again, but everyone started cheering, they all went towards Potter celebrating, I screamed out of happiness, finally, it was all over.
A/N: So I had to keep the timeline as closely to the book as I could, which kind of impossible since Fred is alive, but you get my point, what's next? Simple: re-building, telling the bad news and well Fred/Diana stuff!
Critiques are greatly appreciated!
