Chaos exploded!

When Neville had killed the snake, a huge rustling from the forest had broken forth. Stampeding from the shadows, hundreds of centaurs where raining arrows down on the shocked Death Eaters. Amidst them was a massive, stumbling creature that was shouting "HAGGER!" as he ran toward the castle.

Bodies started running everywhere as the Death Eaters fled and fought this new attack and the inhabitants of Hogwarts launched their own attack. Sam and Dean ventured into the fray, taking down Death Eaters that were out of sorts with swift blades.

"Dean!" Sam yelled and he jerked his head to the large man that had been holding Harry's body moments before. The man was empty handed and looking around frantically. The brothers continued to fight and shrugged at one another. Maybe they weren't the only ones who knew death on a personal level.

Suddenly from overhead, huge skeletal creatures that vaguely resembled horses and huge sharp beaked beasts veered and careened towards the black cloaks causing considerable damage. Slowly the fight was edged into the stone walls. Dean was shocked when more small wrinkly bodies that resembled the fallen elf Dobby flooded into the halls, hacking and slicing at any part of a Death Eater they could reach.

The tides seemed to be turning and one by one the strongest of Voldemorts followers were brought to heel. Finally, in the center of the great hall, Voldemort himself and his most loyal Bellatrix were blasting away. Bellatrix was squared against a fierce and terrifying Mrs. Weasley. Voldemort meanwhile, dueled against McGonagall, a potbellied but strong wizard and a tall formidable black wizard. Their exchange was phenomenally quick and the diverted bolts left deep scars where they landed.

Faces turned toward the duels, unable to intervene, still subduing the captured. Bellatrixs' eyes gleamed madly.

"What will happen to your children when I've killed you? When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?" she taunted.

"You - will - never - touch - our - children - again!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed, punctuating her yells with deadly wandwork. And in nearly slow motion, the eyes watching saw Mrs. Weasleys' green bolt slide under the outstretched arm of the black clad witch. Her taunting smile froze on her lips as her eyes dimmed and her skeletal body heaped onto the floor.

Voldemort exploded with rage at her death and he slammed back his opponents in an explosive blast. He wheeled around to face Molly Weasley, death in his eyes.

From thin air, the body of the Boy Who Lived appeared and he screamed, "PROTEGO!" A shield guarded the woman who loved him like a son from a death blow. Cheers and bellows echoed through the hall as their fallen hero stepped up to square off against a slack faced Voldemort. Dean wore a self-satisfied smile, like he had known that Death wouldn't take Harry the whole time.

"No one help!" Harry shouted. "It has to be me!" he yelled, eyeing the villain.

"Potter, you can't be serious. It isn't your style. Tell me, who will be your shield today?" Voldemort hissed.

"No one. The horcruxes are gone. Neither can live while the other survives..." and back and forth it went. Voldemort slandered and belittled Harry, accusing him of hiding in the shadow of greater wizards and benefiting from dumb luck. Harry calmly rebuttaled, fear leaking into his opponents eyes. Slowly they circled and Harry mentioned Dumbledore. Then the story of Snapes true allegiance came to light. Voldemort shrieked, brandishing the Elder Wand, the unbeatable wand. He claimed in spite of all things, it would end Harry.

"But that wand still isn't working properly for you... because you murdered the wrong person. Severus Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. There was another that disarmed Dumbledore that night on the tower."

Understanding, terror, and fury lit through Voldemorts eyes.

"Draco Malfo disarmed the headmaster. Draco; who I overpowered weeks ago in Malfoy Manor. I took his wand. It's allegiance changed."

And for the first time, doubt blossomed in the other mans' eyes.

"So it all comes down to this? Does that wand in your hand know its last master was disarmed? Because if it does..."

In the span of a breath, red golden light from a rising sun, sizzling green shards from the pale white hand, and a thick red bolt from the black haired boy lit up the room.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

Something like cannon fire echoed and all the glares melded in a bright golden light. Majestically, the Elder Wan exploded from the hand of its wielder, arking towards its true master. With that same athletic agility, Harry snatched the wand.

The green light that had erupted from it had rebounded and the broken body of the wizard all once feared to name crashed to the floor, dead.