Chapter 2 - The beginning of the end - No-one's POV
The castle that was once a beautiful place was blown to pieces, strewn with rubble all over. Walls had been blasted apart, stairs blown up and fires all over. A huge army of black walked up the hill to the main court yard led by Voldermort who looked smug, his red eyes filled with evil and not one inch of remorse. Behind him was Hagrid holding the still body of Harry Potter. Huge tears fell from the friendly giant's eyes.
"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldermort explained as he approached the school where groups of students and teachers had now gathered, tattered, battered and bruised from the war.
At the front were a group of red heads - The Weasley family along with Kingsley and other friends and surviving members of the Order.
"Oh no not Harry as well." Molly Weasley gasped as she spotted who Hagrid was carrying.
Ginny the youngest Weasley and the only girl spotted this too and ran to the front but was soon grabbed by her father Arthur.
"Who's that Hagrid is carrying?" She asked.
Ron and Hermione dashed to Ginny's side. As soon as Hermione spotted Harry she fell into Ron's arms, tears streaming down her scratched face. Harry was her best friend and had been for the past 7 years. Ron was finding it hard to hold back his own tears. He had just lost his brother and now he'd lost his best friend too. It was all too much for him but he knew he had to keep fighting, keep fighting for Harry, Fred, Tonks and Lupin and every other innocent person who had just lost their life.
However none of them were expecting Neville Longbottom to step up and stand up to Lord Voldermort. Neville who had always been clumsy and forgetful and wasn't very good at anything. However he had helped his friends at the Ministry of Magic a few years back and was proud to be part of Dumbledore's Army. He had been giving the new professor's at Hogwarts hell since Snape took over.
There were a series of evil taunts and laughs from the death eaters but Neville stayed strong and wasn't going to stand back and take it.
"I'll join you when hell freezes over!" He snapped.
Neville had very good reasons for standing up for what he believed in. His parents were tortured by Bellatrix and were now permanently in St Mongos. Neville wanted to make them proud and wanted to fight for them.
"Harry's heart did beat for us as did Fred's, Tonks and Lupin's too." Neville spoke like a true Gryffindor.
Voldemort called for his loyal pet Nagini to come and as he slid out towards Neville, a silver object appeared in Neville's hand, the sword of Gryffindor, its red rubies glistening in the light. With one large swipe of the sword Neville beheaded the snake. Voldermort winched. Harry - The boy, who lived, was not actually dead as he lay as still as he possibly could with his heart hammering in his chest in Hagrid's tree truck arms. He seized the moment and wriggled out of Hagrid's huge arms and under the invisibility cloak and dashed over to the Weasley's.
He flung the cloak of himself where everyone who spotted him gasped in shock. Ginny dashed straight to his side. George Weasley turned to where Fred should have been stood to tell his twin the good news but he wasn't there. George realising his brother was dead, gulped back to stop more tears from falling. He had to be brave.
There were a chorus of gasps from both crowds of students and death eaters. No one was as surprised as was Hagrid whose huge black eyes widened as he stifled another sob. Harry appeared wand at the ready. Molly Weasley put her hand up to her mouth. This was it; this was the final battle, the battle against good and evil. Everyone on the good side had their wands at the ready, Harry's friends, the Weasley family and loads of other students from all the four houses, Slythern included.
Everyone knew however that this was between Harry and Lord Voldemort. Only one of them could survive, one of them had to die and everyone hoped and prayed that it would be Harry that would win. Both of them began circling one another, wands out as Harry spoke.
"Have you no remorse for what you've done Riddle?" Harry questioned bravery evident in his voice.
They exchanged words as the huge crowds gasped, some winched and some younger students covered their eyes or grabbed hold of their friends beside them, too scared to watch. Most of them saying prayers into themselves that Harry would win. Harry was their only hope that the wizarding world would go back to being a good and happy place. Without him the death eaters would take over and it would be hell on earth.
There was a brief moment where Harry and Voldemort disappeared over the edge of the bridge and everyone thought the worst. They then flew back to the court yard. Harry seized the moment and grabbed his wand before Voldemort could get to him. This was it.
"Avadra Kedrava!" Voldermort shouted as green light shot out from his wand.
"Expelliarmis!" Harry shouted as red light shot out from his.
The two colours met in the middle with a merciful bang. So many of the bystanders couldn't look. Molly Weasley closed her eyes and prayed.
"please, please, please don't die Harry." Ron and Hermione gripped each other tightly praying into themselves too.
The red light got stronger and stronger and then "BANG!" Voldemort crumbled, he was defeated, and he was dead. Harry was lying on the rubble strewn ground, all the energy leaving him. Most of the death eaters ran off once they realised Voldemort was dead for fear of being arrested and put in Azkaban.
The Weasley's darted over to Harry's body, Molly gently shaking him.
"Harry, Harry are you alright?" She asked him. His eyes flickered open.
"Oh thank heavens." She gasped.
Bill and Charlie appeared by her side.
"Let's get him inside to the hall and get him checked over." Bill spoke.
The two ginger haired boys lifted Harry and carried him into the Great Hall where people were hugging one another, the sounds of sobs filling the room as people came to terms with what had happened. Was it really all over? No one knew. Would the death eaters come and want to fight? Mr Filch had already started clearing up the rubble.
"That can be done later Mr Filch, come and rest." Professor McGonagall spoke to the school's caretaker leading the old balding man into the rumble strewn great hall.
