Voldemort looked around the battlefield in triumph, lots of the 'good' side were healing their sick and wounded and burying the dead. The death eaters had found a table and some wine, and so were celebrating in style.
"Harry Potter is Dead!" The dark lord laughed triumphantly, "hehehehe!"
He looked round at the sad faces which looked as if they were about to burst into laughter. Then he saw Hagrid sniffling and smiled.
"He's not dead!" Hagrid screamed.
"Oh yes he is, I killed him!"
"I'm holding him, I'm telling ya, he's alive an' breathin'"
Voldemort didn't have time for this, "He is dead! I'm the dark lord!"
"IM THE CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES TEACHER, DO YEH NOT THINK ID KNOW IF SUMMAT WAS DEAD OR NOT?" Hagrid shouted impatiently.
Slowly getting up, in Hagrid's arms, Harry nodded at Voldemort, "he's got a point there," he casually shrugged as if he hadn't been killed in front of two whole armies.
"How- how- I killed you?" Voldemort was lost for words and his head reeled. Suddenly, he wasn't feeling so good.
"You may be the Dark Lord but it doesn't mean you can do powerful spells. Clearly you didn't want Harry to die. Or me!" Severus Snape stood beside McGonagall, batlike as ever but with a proud look on his face.
"Avada Kedavra!" He shouted for the second time.
With a final look of surprise and defeat, Tom Riddle fell to the ground in one swift motion.
He lay there still as anything, dead.
"Wicked!" Ron said, as the rest took in what had just happened.
A roar of cheer came from the crowd as they whistled, clapped and hugged each other.
Then, something amazing happened. Everyone that the death eaters had killed appeared in the courtyard.
Lily and James Potter, Fred, Lupin and Tonks, Hedwig and Sirius all ran towards their families and hugged them with tears.
James and Lily hugged their son, Harry while a content Hedwig pecked him.
Fred and George were already joking about, laughing with their family.
Lupin and Tonks giggled, with their baby happily, along too beside the Weasley's and Potter's.
Dumbledore walked up to Snape with a dark haired woman who looked at Snape lovingly.
This was the woman he'd had a crush on after Lily Evans. She had been brutally murdered the night he was going to propose, because she, as a death eater, had betrayed Voldemort and joined Dumbledore.
He laughed at something she said and then got down on one knee.
"Will you marry me?" He said, producing a case with the wand he'd kept safe for years.
She gasped and took the wand, squealing a happy yes.
Everyone cheered and clapped and whistled, while Dumbledore set off fireworks.
Sirius, James and Lupin all glances at each other and smiled, not meanly or rudely but a sincere happy smile.
All was well.