Neville moved bodies for a good forty minutes before he finally stopped. Hannah had been helping healing the wounded when he finally gave up, collapsing on one of the benches of the Ravenclaw table as she hurried over to him. She knew he was just tired and didn't question his exhaustion. Instead she sat down next to him, letting him rest his head on her shoulder as she rubbed his back in calming circles. He could fall asleep in her arms, right here, and just forget the world. Forget the war. Forget Harry's sacrifice. Forget it all.

She kissed him on the forehead, and he managed to smile softly at her, but the next second, there was a loud rumbling sound. Something was booming outside, like a giant army coming to attack – Neville's heart dropped. Was the hour over? Had Harry actually not gone to turn himself in? He hoped so, but if he hadn't, that meant Voldemort was on a mission now…

His thoughts were racing and making him dizzy. The survivors were starting to gather in the Entrance Hall to investigate the loud noises coming from outside. Hannah bit her lip and looked at him nervously.

"What do you think that is?" she asked. He shook his head.

"No idea," he answered. He knew it had to be the Death Eaters, along with the giants, dementors, giant spiders and whatever the hell else they had brought with…

But he didn't have a chance to think of any other horrific scenarios. The next second, Hannah and Neville were gripping their ears in pain as Voldemort's voice echoed through their skulls once more.

"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman, or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together."

Neville felt like his heart had stopped. So it was true, Harry HAD been going to give himself up. That must have been what they were doing – marching to the castle to accept their surrender. Neville didn't want to stop, he wouldn't stop fighting, but what could he do? Charge the line of Death Eaters out there?

Hannah grabbed his hand and they joined the crowd headed towards the grounds. Outside, there were hundreds of Death Eaters all lined up, facing the school and looking positively gleeful. Hagrid stood at the head of the crowd, with Voldemort at his side. In Hagrid's arms was what looked like a bundle of clothes, but as he got closer, Neville saw that it was…oh no…

"NO!

McGonagall screamed, making a noise that made Neville feel like his heart had been ripped in two. Hannah gasped and Ron, Hermione and Ginny pushed their way to the front of the crowd, screaming.

"No!"

"No!"

"HARRY!"

"SILENCE!" Voldemort cried, and Neville felt the voice being lifted out of his throat as he silenced them all. His mouth moved but no sound came out. "It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!"

Neville felt disgusted as he watched Hagrid place Harry's body on the ground. Harry was ten million times the wizard Voldemort ever was and didn't deserve this humiliation, even in death. He felt his cheeks and realized he had been crying, and all he wanted right now was to run over there and save him, save Harry from the horror that awaited him, even in the afterlife.

"You see? Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifices themselves for him!" Voldemort cried, his snake like face looking positively delighted at the thought of Harry lying cold at his feet. It was sickening.

A strange feeling arose in his throat, and suddenly Neville felt his voice come back to him. He wasn't sure why or how, but the charm had been lifted. Ron angrily stepped forward next to him. "He beat you!" he cried, and once again the screams and shouting started. Next to him, Hannah was crying silently as she yelled angrily with the crowd, her face turning red as she continued to look at Harry's body. She was avoiding Voldemort's face – it occurred to him that this was the first time Hannah had seen the dark wizard, and she must have been terrified.

There was another bang, and his voice was gone again as Voldemort started up again. "He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds," he said with a sneer. "Killed while trying to save himself-"

Neville couldn't take it. Something in him snapped-all the lies that Voldemort was feeding them were making him sick. Harry would have never tried to save himself, Neville knew that he must have died admirably…he couldn't take this bullshit anymore.

He ran forward, drawing his wand as he went. He heard Hannah scream for him to stop, but it was too late. Bellatrix raised her wand, but Voldemort beat her, waving his wand effortlessly. The disarming charm hit him and knocked him off his feet, knocking the wind out of him.

So, this is it, he thought as he watched Voldemort pick up his wand and toss it aside with a laugh. It was now or never. Rage was boiling in his veins and causing him to not think straight, but he didn't care. Voldemort wasn't going to take him down without a fight.

"And who is this?" he asked, staring down on him with those cold, red eyes. Even now he sounded just like a snake. Neville clenched his fists in anger and sat up. He wasn't going anywhere.

Bellatrix laughed. "It is Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The boy who has been giving the Carrows so much trouble! The son of the Aurors, remember?"

Neville bit his lip to stop himself from screaming at her. How dare she bring up his parents now? How dare she even speak of them? After what she had done – if Neville somehow survived this, he was going after her next.

"Ah, yes, I remember," Voldemort replied. Neville finally regained his footing and glared at him. Thankfully, he was a few inches taller than the evil snake, but even staring down at him scared him to the core. He couldn't feel the fear though – the burning anger still drowned it out.

"But you're a pureblood, aren't you, my brave boy?" he asked him.

"So what if I am?" Neville cried.

"You show spirit and bravery, and you come of noble stock. You will make a very valuable Death Eater. We need your kind, Neville Longbottom."

Well, that certainly hadn't been what he was expecting. Neville glared up at him-was he really trying to recruit him for the Death Eaters? Fat chance of THAT ever happening. He'd rather die…which was a likely outcome, he was sure.

"I'll join you when hell freezes over," he told him coolly. "Dumbledore's Army!" he yelled, and there was another wave of deafening cheers from behind him as the curse broke yet again.

"Very well," Voldemort replied. The danger in his voice made Neville's blood cool. But he was going to stand his ground-he wasn't going anywhere. He'd made his choice, and he was going to fight to the end. If he could somehow take down Voldemort without Harry, even if he died – at least Hannah would live in a safer world. "If that is your choice, Longbottom, we revert to the original plan. On your head be it." he said quietly, like he was really saddened at the idea of losing a good potential Death Eater.

There was a crash somewhere, and he saw, to his disbelief, the sorting hat flying towards Voldemort like some wild bird.

"There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School," Voldemort announced to the ground before turning back to Neville. "There will be no more Houses. The emblem, shield, and colors of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, will suffice for everyone. Won't they, Neville Longbottom?"

There was a wave of his wand, and Neville felt his whole body stiffen. Only his eyes could move, surveying the scene in fear. So this was it. He was about to die. What had he thought was going to happen, charging Voldemort like that? He saw Hannah in the crowd, tears streaming down her face endlessly, watching in horror and unable to move and run to him.

Good. He wanted her there. Safe. He hoped she remembered him like this, brave, noble, a true Gryffindor…

The hat slipped over his eyes, and suddenly he felt his pulse quicken. Was this going to be like one of those old fashioned beheadings? If so, he wanted it to be quick. And, preferably, painless. He was ready.

"Neville here is now going to demonstrate what happens to anyone foolish enough to continue to oppose me," Voldemort said, and a second later, the hat burst into flames.

Neville could hear nothing but the roar of the flames in his ears. There was immense heat surrounding him, if he could move his mouth he would be screaming. His flesh had to be bubbling, and he felt like he had been dipped in a pool of lava. He wanted to move his arms, to yank the burning hat off of his head to relieve the hot storm whirling around his face, his eyes, and his ears. He couldn't move. They were bond to his arms as if he were tied down with ropes.

Yet, suddenly, he could move his arms.

Hardly thinking anymore, he whipped the hat off of his head as the Body Bind Curse was lifted. Whatever fluke had just occurred it had saved his life-not even his hair was burnt. There were a few solemn ashes on his face and hair but he was completely unscathed otherwise. How was that possible? He could have been badly burnt, scarred, unable to even move due to the injuries on his face, yet here he was, alive and unharmed…

He heard a hiss behind him and knew immediately that the snake was close. He turned on the ground to look for his wand, but it was long gone by now…instead a glittering ruby handle caught his attention. He knew what it was without even thinking. He lunged toward the handle of Gryffindor's sword and yanked it out of the hat, turning just as Nagini was getting ready to lunge at him.

He swung the heavy sword, watching with satisfaction as the snake's great heavy head soared through the night sky. A deafening scream came from nearby and he knew it was Voldemort. The look on his face was a look of fury he had never seen before, and now he REALLY knew, this was it; he was going to die for certain this time.

Neville wasn't sure how it got there, but a shield charm went up between him and Voldemort milliseconds before he raised his wand. He could hardly believe his own luck. Neville finally found his own wand on the grass nearby and grabbed it, standing up and running with all his might back to the crowd. There was a ton of sound, a ton of chaos, but Hagrid could be heard above all of it.

"HARRY! WHERE'S HARRY?"

Neville didn't have time to stop and look back. What happened to Harry's body? He thought in panic. There was no time to act now, though, as complete chaos erupted, and the battle was in full swing again.

"Neville!"

A rush of blonde hair clouded his vision, and the smell of perfume invaded his nostrils. Hannah practically tackled him, kissing him full on the lips as people ran and pushed around them. Bugger them, though, because Neville immediately kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her tightly. This time, he was NEVER letting go. Voldemort would have to pry him from her this time. He momentarily forgot the battle-all he could think about now was the fact that he wasn't dead, and Hannah was here, kissing him once again.

She broke away and suddenly smacked him hard on the shoulder. He deserved it though, he knew it from the second he had seen her face in the crowd before the hat had been slipped on his head. "Don't you EVER do that to me again!" she cried.

"Agreed. Never again," he told her, hugging her tightly again.

"Come on, no time, we have to get moving!" she yelled, grabbing his hand and pulling him back into the crowd.

It was absolute madness. There was no rhyme or reason to anything that was happening anymore. Out of the corner of his eye, Neville saw centaurs run past them as a thestral screeched overhead, barreling into a Death Eater as it landed in the Entrance Hall. The next second, Hannah screeched as a green light flew over her head, nearly hitting Seamus as well until another Shield Charm stopped it from making contact. Where were all these shield charms coming from?!

Neville was shooting curses at any Death Eater he could reach. He could barely even hear Hannah yelling at him to move faster – all he heard were the sounds of curses and spells exploding all around them. He had no idea where he was running, but he just wanted to find someplace safe where he could go and collect his thoughts. And he was taking Hannah with him.

Out of nowhere, someone had grabbed Hannah, pulling her into the fight and pulling her close to him. "'Ello there, pretty," someone snarled. Neville stopped running abruptly and turned on the spot to see Fenrir Greyback holding Hannah close to his body. "Looks tasty enough to eat, doesn't she?" he asked Neville, licking his lips and taunting him.

Neville felt his blood boil in anger again, but before he could react, Ron came out of nowhere and tackled the werewolf, freeing Hannah from his grasp. She didn't hesitate a single second-her wand was out and she started firing jinxes left and right. Neville followed suit, sending every spell he could think of as Ron did the same. The werewolf had been ganged up on, and now he had nowhere to turn.

The combination of the three of them knocked Fenrir out cold-or, for all Neville knew, had actually killed him. He didn't care after what he had done to Hannah…he made a mental note to thank Ron later, for without him, Hannah could very well be dead by now.

"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"

It was a cry that came out of nowhere, and everyone stopped and turned on the stop to watch Mrs. Weasley run at Bellatrix Lestrange. Neville was stunned as he watched Ron's mother go berserk on the witch, sending curses flying in every direction. It was quite clear that both women were in for the kill. The entire battle – even the Death Eaters – had stopped to watch. He had never seen Mrs. Weasley so red in the face before, shooting spells in every direction as Bellatrix giggled and taunted her.

Neville watched in awe as Mrs. Weasley, after pushing back numerous students who tried to step in and help, sent spell after spell at Bellatrix. Even Voldemort was stunned, unable to move as he watched his top Death Eater battle to the death. She was laughing that sick laugh, and for a moment Neville debated hopping into the fight anyways. He didn't have to worry, however…

A moment later, a spell hit Bellatrix square in the chest, and a look of shock took over her face. The next second, she fell flat on her back, dead, and the whole crowd erupted into cheers as Voldemort's blood curdling scream overpowered everyone. He was going to go for Mrs. Weasley, and Neville felt his heart sink, unable to get there in time to help, when suddenly…

"Protego!"

Someone yelled, and the Shield Charm expanded around Mrs. Weasley and the onlookers in the hall. The next second later, Harry pulled off his Invisibility cloak, revealing himself to Voldemort and the rest of the crowd, very much alive.

"He's alive!" Hannah screamed, and Neville let out a yell, unable to contain his excitement.

Neville knew it, he KNEW he wasn't going to go down without a fight!

That was all they could do – the moment had come for the two wizards to finally face each other, and everyone knew it. Harry and Voldemort were the only wizards on Earth right now. Hannah was gripping his hand so tight he was sure the circulation would be cut off to his fingers. He had to remind himself to breathe as he watched them. He couldn't even make sense of what they were saying to each other. He just wanted it to end. He wanted one of them to make the move, for the beginning of the end to start…

Suddenly, there was a loud bang as both wizards fired the first – and only – shots. Voldemort sent a killing curse, and Harry met it with a Disarming spell. The noise as they collided nearly blew out Neville's ear drums, and a split second later, it was over. His eyes fell upon the body of Voldemort, who had been thrown back onto the stone floor, making no movement. He lay still, and it slowly started to sink into the consciousness of the crowd around the two.

It was done. Voldemort was dead. He was defeated.

Screams and cheers began to erupt around the crowd, and Harry was practically tackled by admirers as they ran to tackle him in excitement. Hannah and Neville finally made it through the crowd, jumping up and down and yelling about how amazing he was.

Neville felt like all the tension he'd been carrying on his shoulders had lifted instantly. There was no sweeter feeling than this. Everything they had been fighting for was now over. Everything had finally come to the inevitable end, and they had come out on top. They'd done it. Light had triumphed over the dark. They'd won.

It was over.

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed BAMF Neville in this scene! I apologize for rushing the Voldie/Harry fight but 1. It's Neville's story, not Harry's and 2. I was NOT about to type that all up from the book, haha.

I have only a few more chapters, guys! GET EXCITED! FLUFFY SMUT IS COMING SOON!