Another short chapter. I'm sorry. But the next one will be super long to make up for it, I promise.

On to my thank yous. This week cookies and prizes go to - SuzieGeorge, jupitersthunder, Lisa (Firewolfe), Dani (JEFF HARDY FAN31), demmons1399 and Arlath's Daughter.

As he wandered, he felt his eyelids grow heavy. Giving in, he let them close.

And opened them again to see an entirely different scene. It was the floor of the Atrium. Dimly, as though from a great distance, he heard the crows of delight coming from Voldemort and his followers.

Which stopped abruptly when he stood up.

"Wh-what?" Voldemort hissed. "How can this be?"

His red eyes narrowed.

"Never mind. I can keep on killing you till you die!" He raised his wand, ready to curse Harry again.

"No."

Harry spoke only the one word, but it seemed to resonate throughout the room as if it had been shouted out by an army.

"What do you mean, no?" Voldemort sneered. "You can't stop me, boy."

"No, Tom, I can't." Harry began to glow a brilliant gold. "But we can."

Behind him, and at his left and right hand, his friends took up positions. They too began to glow, every colour of the rainbow, until those colours merged to become a single, brilliant, white.

Everyone watching had to turn away, shield their eyes.

The eight of them began to chant.

"Ut quod est malum – is sicco nos iacio. Ut quod est putus – is in nos transporto. Ut quod est hic – is absum permissum."

"No!" Voldemort cried, feeling the effects of the attack already. But he seemed incapable of action. His wand fell from his hand and clattered on the floor.

Undeterred, they continued the spell.

The Death Eaters around the walls watched, too terrified to intervene or lend a hand. The Order members and Scooby gang stood there too, brought up by Voldemort's cries of exultation. Every duel had stopped. Every eye riveted on the eight teenagers.

Afterwards, nobody could say exactly what happened. Some, whose eyes could stand the lights better than others, say that a beam of white engulfed Voldemort. They say that shards of the light shot out everywhere. There are accounts from visitors at Gringotts that day and students of Hogwarts that they saw these darts moving around, but these are unconfirmed. One hysterical Death Eater maintains that one arrived at the house where Voldemort had been residing and shot straight into the heart of Nagini.

What is definite is that where Voldemort had been, there was only a wand, a heap of robes and a pile of ash.

The glow faded from the students and suddenly, that was all they were. 8 exhausted, overwhelmed teenagers. They staggered but by putting various supporting arms out, managed to stop themselves from falling.

Staring at each other in shock, they seemed as disbelieving as anyone else.

"We did it," Dawn whispered.

"It's over," Hermione added.

"I don't believe it," Ron muttered.

"Believe it." Suddenly ridiculously (though understandably) happy, Harry swept Ginny up in a huge hug. "It's done with. Voldemort is gone for good."

The Death Eaters around the room tried to leave, but the Order had turned their attention back to them and were now capturing them, one by one.

Draco flung out his wand and cast a quick "Immobilus". His eyes had narrowed and their grey had turned flinty and cold. His spell caught a blond man who was trying to slip away into an apparition point.

"Not so fast, Dad." A sneer twisted his mouth. It would be the last time anyone saw that expression on his face.

Lucius fell to the floor, his wand clattering from his hand.

Draco stepped towards his father. "You always taught me that a Malfoy sticks there through thick and thin. No, wait, you didn't. Oh well. It's something I'll be teaching to my kids. Along with 'stay away from your grandpa, he's a prejudiced psycho.'"

Lucius began to curse at his son, but Dawn put a stop to that.

"Silencio" she snapped, before turning to face Draco.

"What was that for?" the blond boy asked.

"I didn't want to hear what he had to say about this," she replied sweetly, before drawing him down for a prolonged kiss.

"No?" Draco asked in mock-surprise when they next surfaced. "What about this?" He pulled his girlfriend around in the most romantic and overblown kiss she had ever seen.

The beautiful moment was abruptly shattered as someone came racing into the Atrium.

Her hair was wild and tangled, her arms cut from the broken glass she had sawn through her rope ties with.

She screamed, a howl of anger and loss that was as terrifying as any other sound possible.

"You killed him! You'll die for that, Potter!" Fuelled by madness, fury and sorrow, Bellatrix Lestrange had drawn her wand and cast the Killing Curse almost before Harry had looked up. It sped towards him, unstoppable.

Then it hit a teenage boy's chest and killed him instantly.

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Or, like before, would you rather this was the end of the story?

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By the way, the Latin meant (and if you are Arlath's Daughter, look away now so that you can try translate it yourself)

: That which is evil - we cast it out
That which is pure - we send it on
That which is here - let it begone

And with that phrase I have finished with Latin for the rest of my life (my last Latin exam was yesterday)