No, I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, though I do own copies of all the books and films. The people who do own the Harry Potter franchise are JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros. and a few other publishers. Thank you to JKR for letting us play about in the sandbox of the Wizarding World.
So last chapter I mentioned that Ginny was impregnated by a muggle she met at a bar named Daniel. A surprisingly large number of my reviewers instantly thought that this was a reference to a certain actor by the name of Daniel Radcliffe, an idea supported further by the fact that the muggle was said to resemble Arnold Potter, Harry's twin. Would you people believe me if I told you that this was a random coincidence, and that Daniel was literally the first name that popped up in my head? Well, whether you believe it or not, it's the truth, though after so many reviewers pointed it out, I might play on the idea a little.
Right, here we go with chapter 21.
Harry Potter: The Forgotten Brother.
Chapter 21: The Battle of Hogsmeade.
Lord Voldemort stood before his army of followers, gazing out over them all; his eyes filled with contempt.
"In the past two months, you have failed me repeatedly." he announced "This ends today!"
His followers shifted anxiously; there was every chance that one or more of them was about to be cursed.
"Today," Voldemort continued "we will make the world remember why they should fear us. Today we will make the world realise why they should bow to us. Today we will attack Hogsmeade village and kill every single Auror and Order member that we come across. We will torture and kill any student and resident that refuses to bow to us. Today we will send the Wizarding World a message that it will never forget!"
Many of the Death Eaters felt a sickening chill rise within them; many of their own children would be in Hogsmeade today. Why had they not had warning of this?
Was this what it felt like to be a mudblood?
None noticed Draco Malfoy breaking off from the crowd as they left Voldemort's throne room.
Lily Potter begrudgingly made her way into McGonagall's office. Why the Board of Governors had decided to have a meeting with all school staff on today of all days was a complete mystery. The teachers needed to be out in the village, assisting the Aurors and the Order in watching over their young charges, not having pointless conversations with self-important old duffers who really had no idea how a school was run.
The answer lay with one of the Governors, Titus Buckweed. After allowing everyone else to enter the room before him, he quickly pulled back his sleeve and touched his Dark Mark with his wand, signalling to his lord and master that the teachers were out of the way.
Voldemort stood on top of the hill overlooking the village. Behind him was a large part of his army; Death Eaters and what remained of his Dementors. He had decided to leave the Giants and Werewolves out of this one.
Below them the raucous shouts and laughter of the students of Hogwarts filled the air as they went around ducking in and out of shops; Dervish and Banges which sold magical trinkets, Dogweed and Deathcap which stocked Herbology supplies, Gladrags Wizardwear which sold clothes, the Hogsmeade Post Office, Honeydukes sweet shop, Zonko's joke shop, Tomes and Scrolls the book shop, Scrivenshaft's quill shop and The Three Broomsticks, where the students could get a refreshing butterbeer or two.
The very idea of it made Voldemort feel sick to his stomach.
He raised an arm and announced "Begin."
The Dementors soared off first.
Harry Potter stood on top of the steps that led to his manor house. Across the grounds before him, his own gang of Undesirables were about to face off in a mock battle against Neville's group, the Defence Association. Everyone was in position, and Harry raised his wand, ready to fire off the red sparks that would signal the start of battle when a small burst of flame appeared before him. When the flame disappeared, there was a small piece of parchment left floating in the air. Harry snatched it up and read.
The Dark Lord moves to Attack Hogsmeade today!
The students of Hogsmeade were enjoying their day away from the school; they were free to wander in and out of the shops, see the sights, visit the Post Office and go for a drink in the Three Broomsticks, all under the watchful gaze of several Aurors, and a good number of Order members. For an early November morning, it was unusually warm, but that was about to change.
Auror and Order member Nymphadora Tonks was watching a trio of Hufflepuff fourth year girls as they left Gladrags when a sudden icy chill filled the air. Tonks was quick to draw her wand, not too far away, Order members Dedalus Diggle and Sturgis Podmore and Auror Jeremiah Savage mirrored her actions. The trio of girls had frozen in place. Tonks caught their attention.
"Get back inside and stay down." she hissed. The girls all nodded and headed back inside wizardwear store.
Savage raised his left hand to his mouth and spoke into a tiny communication crystal "All units, prepare for battle. Dementor presence detected."
And suddenly they were there, a swarming shroud of black sweeping up the road from the lower end of the High Street. Students who had been loitering around the entrance to Dervish and Banges were already screaming, running in blind panic from the soul-sucking terrors. Other students were quick to dart down the two side streets, one leading to Madam Puddifoot's, the other to the Hogs Head inn, whilst others dove into Scrivenshaft's , Gladrags and Zonko's and still more began running up the street, hoping to escape back to the school
The group of four defenders all aimed their wands and fired off their patronuses. Three shapeless spheres of silvery light were joined by Tonks' fully corporeal patronus, which seemed to be a round creature with many arms, in shooting towards the oncoming terrors. The Dementors broke ranks as they passed by the patronuses, seeming to fear Tonks' the most, before swarming forth. One of the students, a boy in Ravenclaw robes, tripped and fell and two Dementors moved in to feast.
Savage began yelling into the communication crystal "All units, move to the High Street. We've got at least eighty Dementors here, and we cannot hold them."
The Dementors reached them, Tonks pulled her patronus with them, and it came to stand with her, protecting her. One of the Dementors descended upon Sturgis and wasted no time in sucking out his soul. Tonks didn't see him fall; the swarming Dementors quickly blocked him and the other two from sight. Unable to do anything else, Tonks pushed her way forward and found the Ravenclaw boy. He wasn't dead, but badly traumatised. Forcing the Dementors to back away, Tonks grabbed the boy by the back of his robes and lifted him up. The sheer number of Dementors began to force her back, and she began a retreat down the side street that led to the Hogs Head inn.
Still maintaining her patronus, Tonks made her retreat, dragging the unconscious student with her.
Behind her the door to the Hogs Head banged open and the owner, Aberforth Dumbledore stepped out. On seeing the situation, he drew his wand, and moments later his patronus, a goat, charged into the Dementors that were following Tonks.
Together the pair heaved the boy inside. Then they put a last powerful burst of magic into their patronuses, pushing the Dementors as far back as they could and they headed inside, slamming and sealing the door shut.
As they did so, plumes of black smoke soared overhead, signalling the arrival of the Death Eaters. While some shot spells into the fleeing masses, others burst into flame and began crashing through the roofs of various shops and homes. Two of them aimed for the Hogs Head, but met grizzly ends as they exploded against the extensive wards that protected the place.
Their attack might have failed against the wards, but the whole building shook with the force of the impact, causing dust to fall from the rafters. Tonks looked around and saw that a good two dozen students were held within, as well as a few other patrons.
"How long will the wards hold?" she asked.
"Provided the bastards don't have any high-powered curse-breakers among 'em," replied Aberforth "long enough."
Tonks nodded, swallowing nervously "I need to contact the school, the teachers will need to provide help, and the Ministry too."
"Righ', you get on that." grunted Aberforth "There's a fireplace over there. I got a way to get this lot to safety." he gestured to the students.
Tonks hurried over to the fireplace, grabbed a pinch of floo powder from the pot on the mantle and threw it into the fire with a shout of "British Ministry, Auror Office!"
"You lot!" growled Aberforth to his regular, seedier looking customers "Do somethin' useful for once in your lives and guard this place. You kids, with me. I've got a way for you to get back up to your school."
Outside, twenty Order members and fifteen Aurors were quickly proving to be far from enough, even with a few sixth and seventh year students and Hogsmeade residents providing backup spell-fire.
The Death Eaters continued to rampage whilst the Dementors swarmed around in a soul-sucking frenzy.
"Aurors!" Tonks yelled into the room containing fifty of her co-workers.
Amelia Bones and Rufus Scrimgeour pushed their way forwards "What's happened?" asked Amelia, sounding grave.
"You-Know-Who's attacking Hogsmeade." replied Tonks frantically "There're Death Eaters and Dementors everywhere, we don't stand a chance."
"Is your position secure?" asked Scrimgeour.
"Yes, I'm in the Hogs Head." answered Tonks.
Scrimgeour turned to the others "Well? You heard her, armour up and get to the Hogs Head."
"And be quick about it." barked Amelia. She turned to Scrimgeour "I'll go alert the hit-wizards. If someone could alert St. Mungo's…?" Scrimgeour nodded and the pair hurried off.
As the Aurors began hurriedly milling about to get ready, Tonks drew her head back from the fireplace, threw in another pinch of floor powder and called out "The Headmistress' Office, Hogwarts."
Outside, something strange was happening in the sky above the battle. Clouds were turning a strange purple colour, and quickly began to form the shape of an owl, with its wings outstretched. From the tip of each feather on the ends of the wings plumes of purple mist flew out, quickly spiralling towards the ground, raining spells down on the Death Eaters.
Suddenly there were innumerable patronuses were swarming in amongst the Dementors, not only repelling them, but also destroying them. Killing curses, stunning spells, reductor curses, body-bind curses, slashing curses, cutting curses, gouging spells, explosion hexes and severing charms began to rain down upon the Marauding Death Eaters. The tide quickly began to turn.
"Professor McGonagall!" yelled Tonks. All eyes in the room turned to her "Death Eater and Dementors are attacking Hogsmeade!"
"Thank you Tonks." said McGonagall as Tonks vanished "All of you, grab your wands."
As the teachers ran from the room, the Governors were left behind. Not wanting to be involved, they all fled through the floo. Titus Buckweed was the last to leave. He sent a message to his master through his Dark Mark, and then disappeared through the floo. His job for the day was done.
Aberforth came back downstairs as many Aurors began to fill his pub.
Scrimgeour was quick to take charge of the situation "Aberforth, you and your patrons stay here; we may need to bring the wounded here. Aurors, stun any Death Eater that you come across, and be ready to throw out a patronus at a moment's notice.
Receiving nods all around, Scrimgeour led the Aurors outside, to find the Death Eaters being forced into a rapid retreat. The Aurors wasted no time in locking them into a pincer movement.
Up on top of the hill overlooking the village, Voldemort stood with what remained of his best fighters; Bellatrix, Dolohov, Macnair, Mulciber, Yaxley and Crouch Jr. From here they could survey the battle, and join in when needed.
As two new forced turned up to take on the Death Eaters, Yaxley turned to Voldemort.
"My Lord?"
Voldemort gave a nod, and the six Death Eaters standing with him turned to smoke and soared away to join the battle.
The large serpent slithered up behind Voldemort and coiled itself by his side.
"Soon, Nagini." Voldemort soothed "We will join the battle soon."
As the teachers hurried across the school grounds, unable to apparate due to the wards, a group of about fifteen students were racing up the long path that led to the school.
"I can see it!" shouted one "Were nearly there."
Their excitement was short lived, however, as a swirling mass of black smoke raced after them. A sickly green killing curse flew at the students, hitting the ground in front of the first one and sending an explosion of dirt into their faces. They all dropped to the ground in fright, covering the backs of their heads.
Peter Pettigrew landed. He was going to enjoy this. He pointed his wand at a pretty young girl and cried out "Crucio!" Her screams filled the air and went through her friends like knives.
Five Dementors swarmed up the path and moved in to feast.
The staff of Hogwarts burst through the front gates and down the path. They raised their wands when a collection of purple plumes blocked their view.
Peter Pettigrew's torture curse ended when Harry Potter's Reductor curse blew his spine apart. He slumped over as the patronuses of Hermione Granger, Padma Patil, Daphne Greengrass, Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbott and Seamus Finnigan shot at the Dementors, slamming into them and destroying them.
The teachers all froze, with the exception of Lily, who ran up to her son.
"How did you find out?" she asked.
"Draco." answered Harry "He couldn't give us previous warning because Voldemort didn't announce it until half an hour before things began."
Lily nodded and looked around the group "Where are Luna, Sally-Anne and Su?"
Hermione smirked "We couldn't bring our Giants, but Luna had an idea."
At that moment, near Madam Puddifoot's tea shop, Luna, Sally-Anne and Su Li led a few others into battle, and behind them came a group of the few creatures that they had successfully gained an alliance with: Forest Trolls. Ten feet tall, with pale green skin, these muscle-bound brutes came wielding massive, heavy clubs which they wasted no time in using to flatten as many Death Eaters as they could get to.
As the teachers began getting the group of students to their feet, the sounds of apparition signalled the arrival of the remaining Order members, led by Alastor Moody.
James took one look at Harry before letting out a raging "What the hell…?"
Lily winced, knowing that the cover was finally blown "I'll explain later, James."
"No, you'll bloody well explain now!"
"James calm down."
"I will not calm…"
Harry gave a hiss of pain. Hermione's eyes were on him instantly.
"Harry? What is it? What's wrong?"
"He's here." growled Harry "Voldemort's here… somewhere."
All eyes turned to the burning village in the distance.
"Harry?" Lily spoke softly. She reached out to put a hand on his shoulder, but he was gone. He turned into a plume of purple cloud and sped off towards the village. Hermione, Neville and the others wasted no time in following him.
Lily blew out a heavy sigh and then followed. So did the rest.
Harry arrived in the middle of what remained of the Three Broomsticks and immediately dispatched of Marcus Flint and Graham Pritchard. Others arrived around him and began hurling spells into the Death Eater ranks.
One Death Eater took one look at Harry and disapparated immediately, reappearing a second later at his master's side.
"My Lord," he cried frantically "Potter! Arnold Potter! I just saw him!"
Voldemort's red eyes narrowed and he mercilessly forced his way into the low-ranking minion's mind to see the memory for himself. It only took a second to find and, sure enough, there was Arnold Potter, tearing through his forces like Black Bear through a beehive. Voldemort left his follower's mind and turned to face the burning village once again, not noticing the man slump over, his brain warped from the force of the attack.
So Arnold Potter was still alive, was he? That ought to be impossible, but then again, Voldemort himself was no stranger to returning to life after a long time thought dead. No matter, he would destroy the little brat this time, once and for all.
"Nagini, come."
The large snake slid up her master's body to throw a coil around his shoulders, and then he disapparated.
With the number of Death Eaters before them dropping by the second, and with the Dementors all but gone, the remaining members of the Order and Teachers began either apparating the injured to St. Mungo's of creating port keys to get them up to the school's Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey and Professor Slughorn waited to provide medical aid.
Harry was currently locked in a duel with Yaxley and was quickly wearing his opponent down. Scrimgeour was putting up a valiant fight against Dolohov, until some unknown Death Eater got him in the side with a killing curse. The scumbag's victory was short lived, however, as Amelia's cutting curse removed the man's head easily before she turned to pick up the fight with Dolohov. No one was quite sure when she had arrived in battle.
Hermione and Padma were helping an injured girl out of the rubble that once was Honeydukes when a killing curse missed the three of them by mere inches. Hermione turned to return fire and found herself face to face with "The Psycho Bitch from Hell", otherwise known as Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Oh, is da big bad widdle mudbwood gonna fight? You won't hurt poor widdle Bella, would you?" Bellatrix cackled madly after her taunting insult, but Hermione wasn't about to be intimidated. She threw a high powered bludgeoning spell at her head, and Bellatrix only just managed to block it and scowled at her opponent. The pair began circling as Padma finished pulling the injured schoolgirl out of the rubble and passed her off to Auror Williamson to take to St. Mungo's.
Selwyn gave a grunt as his back impacted the wall of what was once a quaint little cottage. He had been forced back there by Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott. Hannah was bleeding from a wound on her side, but she had got him back by disarming him. The husband and wife duo raised their wands and ended the miserable sod's life with a bombardment hex each to the skull.
Bellatrix was quickly finding herself outnumbered, as now Luna, Padma and Tracey had joined Hermione in fighting her, but she refused to back down. She threw a piercing hex at Hermione, who dodged it easily, and, in one fluid movement, she swung her arm out and from the tip of her wand she sent a fire-whip which slashed through the air and cut Bellatrix's wand hand clean off. Bellatrix threw herself to the side to dodge the series of spells that Luna, Padma and Tracey then sent her way. She went into a roll and came up standing with a wand in her remaining hand. Apparently there were some Death Eaters who were not quite so arrogant as to believe that they had no need of a second wand. Quick as a flash Bellatrix used this wand to create a silver hand for herself where the old one had been.
Hermione swung the whip again, but this time Bellatrix caught it with her silver hand. A pulse of magic shot along the length of the whip and shattered Hermione's wand, and doing some serious damage to her hand as well.
"An eye for an eye, don't you think?" cackled Bellatrix in glee, but once again this nearly cost her, this time in the form of a cutting curse from Tracey. Bellatrix was quickly forced back on the defensive, as the Hermione had now been replaced by Lavender, Cho, Parvati and Su, each one of them joining Luna, Padma and Tracey in firing a powerful barrage of deadly spells at Bellatrix, whose shield charm would not hold up for too long under the repeated blows. Bellatrix was powerful, but she now faced a host of powerful foes.
Behind them Sally-Anne had a firm hold on the arm of Hermione's injured hand, healing it. It took all of two seconds and then Hermione was once again ready for action. She drew her spare wand and she and Sally-Anne joined in the rapid fire attack on Bellatrix.
Yaxley fell with a scream at Harry's hands. Unconcerned with the geyser of blood erupting from the body of his opponent, Harry looked around. His first instinct was to help Hermione and the others with Bellatrix, but he knew that they could handle her. Perhaps he should join the fight against Dolohov, but Amelia, Susan and a coupled of others had him surrounded.
Mulciber, Crouch, Macnair and Avery were also surrounded, and it was only a matter of time before they fell. No other Death Eaters were standing, and there were no Dementors left. Perhaps he ought to just help end the fights going on around him.
He took a step forward to approach the battle with Macnair when the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end.
He had come.
Harry spun and quickly ducked beneath the huge snake that lunged at him. A quick banishing charm as he did so sent it flying and he stood to face his nemesis.
Several people around them screamed at the sight of Lord Voldemort himself amongst them, but Harry held his ground.
"You'll not live this time, Arnold Potter." Voldemort snarled, holding up his wand "I'll make sure of it. Avada Kedavra!"
Harry did not duck under the spell. Nor did he dodge to the side of it, even though he was perfectly capable. Instead he gave made a slashing motion with the wand in his hand and, to the surprise of everyone watching, Harry caught the killing curse on the tip of his wand. Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise and no small amount of fear.
"Tut, tut, Thomas." said Harry in a mock reproving tone of voice "You really shouldn't play with spells like these. You might hurt someone."
Voldemort gave a primal roar of rage and lunged forward as if intending to physically attack Harry. Harry made another slashing motion with his wand and threw the killing curse back at Voldemort, who avoided it simply by apparating away.
Harry drew his old Holly and Phoenix feather wand as he turned and brought it up just in time to counter Voldemort's next strike.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
The two wands locked together in combat, neither able to best the other in combat, but that did not stop Voldemort from putting as much force into it as he could. Harry, meanwhile, was content just to hold Voldemort in place. Allowing the Dark Lord to tire himself out would only serve Harry in the long run. Just so long as that blasted snake didn't take a chunk out of him first. Normally Harry would have drawn the Elder Wand to put a hole through the snake's head, but Voldemort would probably break the connection off if he realised that Harry had two wands.
With a final spell to the gut, Mulciber dropped dead and the group that had been facing him, Daphne, Wayne, Ernie and Seamus all turned to find more foes. Whilst the boys went to join the fights against Crouch, Macnair and Avery respectively, Daphne briefly considered joining the fight against Bellatrix, as it seemed to be a battle for the women, but then she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
The snake.
She fired the darkest cutting curse she knew and watched its path with satisfaction. Her aim was true and the foul creature's head was carved clean off of the rest of its body, which thrashed violently with a few death spasms before flopping limply to the ground.
Voldemort saw this, and he broke off the connection with Harry's wand, intent of firing off a killing curse at Daphne. The green beam of light that was the curse sped towards her, but collided with a red coloured beam that slammed into its side and the two wands locked again. Voldemort glared at Harry who smirked back. Deciding to get the girl later, Voldemort instead focused all his attention on over powering Harry's wand.
Padma's spell was the one that tore down Bellatrix's shield, Luna's spell destroyed her wand, and Hermione's spell killed her. The psychotic bitch was thrown through the air to crash through the window of a small house, which must have been the last window in the whole village to break.
Voldemort saw this too, but could do nothing. He had to overpower Potter's spell, then he could kill the brat and claim his revenge for Nagini and Bella.
Leaving the Teachers, the Aurors and the Order to find the rest of the injured and get them to safety, the rest of the Undesirables and the Defence Association not still locked in combat surrounded Harry and Voldemort, not prepared to let the Dark Lord escape should he choose to flee.
Nearby Avery fell with a pitiful moan of agony, but Crouch, Macnair and Dolohov fought on, well, not exactly fought, they were hiding behind their shields, not daring to flee their master's side.
Hermione could see Harry begin to glow. Voldemort hadn't realised it, but the spell Harry had used to re-lock their wands wasn't a disarming spell like he used the first time. Instead it was a power-sapper spell, designed to drain an opponent of their magical strength. The problem was this magical strength was being channelled into Harry, and he could only take so much. The faint orange glow that was beginning to surround Harry showed that he was taking on too much. If it stayed in him too long it would begin to hurt, and if he absorbed too much, there was a very real chance that Harry would die.
Hermione rolled back the sleeve on her arm, exposing her mark and placed her wand tip against it.
"Ad spinam." she intoned. The spell meant "I drain." and that was literally what she wanted to do.
The glow around Harry seemed to dim a little, but it didn't go away, and Hermione felt a rush of magical power sweep through her, making her tingle all over.
Luna drew her wand too and pressed it against her mark "Ad spinam."
Daphne, Padma, Sally-Anne and Tracey did the same, and a few moments later the rest did too, with Neville's group pressing their wands to the new marks that they had all received just after the fight against the Giants.
Voldemort could feel his magic draining, but forced himself to keep going, draining power from this last living Death Eaters. This was to be the undoing of many of them. Feeling the drain on their power, Dolohov, Macnair and Crouch all decided to flee before they were killed. Around the village, the more seriously injured Death Eaters lost their remaining strength and died quickly. The rest became weaker and weaker by the second.
Voldemort felt weak, weaker than he had felt in a long time. He sank down to one knee as his brow became drenched in sweat. Harry saw this and knew that now was the time to strike. Keeping the Holly and Phoenix feather wand trained on Voldemort, he re-drew the Elder Wand with his left hand and aimed.
"Avada Kedavra."
His aim was true, and the green spell slammed with full force into Voldemort's chest. The power that Harry had drained from Voldemort served to overpower the spell, and the Dark Lord was thrown through the air to crash to the ground some distance away.
Voldemort's body began to crumble and fall apart, but as some people began to cheer, Harry's eyes, and the eyes of those closest to him, never left the rapidly disintegrating corpse. A swirl of black fog rose up and swooped towards Harry, its red eyes gleaming and its mouth open to emit a terrible scream. Harry swiped with the Elder Wand and a white pulse left it and travelled through the wraith form of Voldemort like an electric shock. The terrible visage turned and fled.
Battle done, Harry slumped over, but Hermione caught him.
"You did it." she whispered comfortingly into his ear "You beat him."
Harry drew several deep, shaking breaths before answering "For now."
"Harry?" asked Luna's voice. Harry and Hermione turned to see Luna standing over the still breathing body of a Death Eater. Daphne, Padma, Neville and others were positioned in the same way.
"What about the survivors?"
Harry looked at the battered and bleeding form that lay prone before Luna. His face took on a sneer that was usually only achieved by those of Snape or Malfoy blood.
"There are none." he answered.
Luna gave a nod and pointed her wand at the injured bastard before her "Avada Kedavra."
All around her those bearing Harry's mark did the same.
In a dark corner two streets over, the wraith of Lord Voldemort found the stunned body of Theodore Nott, the son of one of his long-time inner circle members lost in battle in recent weeks. A fine host.
Hermione was just about to apparate Harry home so he could get some rest when she realised this many wands from Order members and Aurors were pointed at her, or rather, they were pointed at Harry.
"Um, Harry?"
Groggily Harry opened his eyes and raised his head from where it laid gently on Hermione's shoulder, and he took in the scene before him.
He mustered up the strength to frown.
"Ah, hell! Did you people ever hear of the phrase "thank you"?"
Lily pushed her way through the group, wrenching James and Sirius' wands from them as she went.
"Knock it off, you lot. He needs to rest. Hermione take him home."
Hermione did not need telling twice and a heartbeat later, she and Harry were gone.
Both of Mad-Eye's eyes fixed themselves on Lily.
"Mind tellin' us what's going on, Missy?"
Lily scowled at him, but then noticed all the faces staring at her; Mad-Eye, James, Sirius, Remus, Kingsley, Tonks, Minerva, Emmeline, Hagrid, Amelia and many more.
"Oh, hell" indeed.
A/N: So what do you think? Voldemort's forces have been decimated and his body destroyed. This story is far from over; as Voldemort now possesses Nott in much the same way he did Quirrell, he still has a few Giants, Werewolves and other nasties to call on, and Dolohov, Macnair and Crouch are still out there somewhere. I'm uploading this chapter without much of a proof-read, but give me a break, its five-minutes to midnight where I am, and I was up at six this morning. I'll check it tomorrow.