[a/n] Hmmm... Minas Tirith didn't generate much interest here. Ahh... well, how about the Tower battle.

Harry Does Different Y

Harry Saves Dumbledore

"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore greeted his late visitor "And what has you up at this hour?"

The young man pulled his wand, gritting out through clenched teeth "I have to kill you."

"Oh, Draco, you are not a murderer." Said the old man, kindly.

Draco almost broke down. He'd already opened the door for Death Eaters to come through. Crossed the line "Don't tell me who I am old man! I HAVE to do this! He'll KILL my mother!"

"I will not raise my wand, Draco." Dumbledore said quietly, he held it at his side "Can you kill someone in cold blood?"

Draco yelled "FIGHT ME! Expelliarmus! COME ON! PICK IT UP!" He was talking himself into a frenzy.

Harry had ALMOST fired. He sighed in relief when the Headmaster was only disarmed.

Dumbledore nodded "Bellatrix, Amycus, Alecto, Thorfinn."

"Draco! Kill him!" screeched Bellatrix.

"No." said a cold, harsh voice.

"Snape." Harry whispered to himself, recognizing far more an enemy than Draco ever was. He moved directly under and was able to see him through the floorboards. He saw him start to move. Yes, he'd promised to do everything Dumbledore said. He had, up til now. This? No! He would not! Just as the words came out… Harry was faster, and as merciless "Avada Kedavra!"

The Death Eaters were shocked as Snape's body was blasted out of the Astronomy Tower. It took time to react to the shock. Harry ran with each shot. He could see up through his ceiling. It was hard for them to see through their floor. And he was accurate. Three were dead before the others even moved.

"Harry!" yelled Dumbledore "You weren't supposed to!" Ancient and weak though he was, he recovered his wand and paralyzed Draco.

Harry burst through spell damage holes in the floor and killed another Death Eater.

The rest, including Bellatrix and the Carrows disapparated.

Sagging to the floor with exhaustion, Dumbledore sighed "I never wanted you to kill, Harry. To taint-" he ended in a coughing fit.

"Then you should've stopped Quirrel." Harry cut him off somewhat bitterly "I killed him. Then 16 year old Tom. Better fifty of them than you, or Ron, Hermione or Ginny, or Flitwick...Cedric."