Author's note: Okay, it's really tricky writing all the characters in the middle of a battle that's pretty much all happening at close to the same time. So if this chapter – and the others – seem to be jumping around from person to person, now you know why.

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The rat was actually quivering when it crept out from under the shelving units, and the man he turned into was even worse.

"Where is he?" Grayback asked without preamble.

Wormtail wrung his hands together nervously.

"Near the school…" he simpered. "I… I came back to get help."

"In the closet?" Grayback asked sarcastically, not bothering to hide his contempt for the rat-faced man.

Wormtail flushed.

"I-"

"Take me to the school."

"It's a trap," Wormtail told him. "They're all over the-"

"Of course it's a trap, you idiot," Grayback growled, advancing on Wormtail, who cringed even further. "Take me there!"

He grabbed the shapeshifter's arm roughly and Wormtail pulled out his wand. Without even considering struggling to get loose – the last thing he wanted was to get bitten – he and Grayback vanished with a loud crack.

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Dobby looked over his shoulder at the sound of the apparating wizard, but didn't have time to worry about if it were someone coming or someone going. At the moment, he was well aware that the Muggle in front of him was terrified – and he didn't want that.

"I am Dobby," he introduced himself politely. "This is Kreacher. Dobby and Kreacher are here to-"

"You're house elves!" Dudley Dursley said, realizing even as he heard the names who and what they were. He felt a wave of relief – in the books he'd read, Dobby was a good guy, and he'd seen precious few of them lately.

"Yes," Dobby agreed. "Dobby-"

"You have to help me," Dudley said, interrupting. "Voldemort did something to my dad and he's-"

"Kreacher won't help the Muggle," Kreacher said, even as he was forced to enter the room.

Dobby scowled at him disapprovingly.

"Sirius Black ordered you to help, so you will. Take the fat one…"

"You've got to get me someplace where they can help my dad," Dudley said, moving aside as the really ugly one of the two – the one called Kreacher – moved towards them, and took his father's limp hand.

"We will take you to Harry Potter," Dobby said, both to Dudley and to Kreacher, who nodded reluctantly. "Come…"

Just in case the crack had been the sound of someone coming back, they couldn't afford to wait around and argue about it. The little house elf moved over to Dudley and took his arm, and they vanished. A moment later, Vernon Dursley and Kreacher vanished as well.

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"Avada-"

Voldemort didn't even get the words out. Three gunshots resounded through the noise of the pitched battle, startling everyone. Sam, Daniel and Teal'c might have had trouble separating friend from foe in the melee, but they knew that Harry was a friend and Voldemort was the foe. When he'd raised his wand up against the boy, there hadn't been any hesitation.

Three bullets struck the Dark Lord – all three in the chest – and threw him backwards without a sound. He fell to the ground, hard, and didn't move, and everyone in the field stared dumbfounded at the sight.

"Kill them!"

Lucius Malfoy was the first to recover, and even as he screamed the command, he waved his wand towards Carter, a spell mumbled under his breath in sharp contrast to his earlier shout. Green energy flew from his wand straight towards her.

"Sam!"

Before Jack could get to his feet a huge black form launched itself against Carter, knocking her violently backwards, just as the beam of green light swept by the spot she'd been. The black dog recovered quickly, launching itself at Lucius, but Teal'c was already there, knocking the wizard to the ground with a stunning blow.

"Dad!"

Sam rolled over just in time to see a young man with pale hair and rush up, dodging the curses and charms that were once more flying as both sides recovered from the sudden loss of the Dark Lord, but she didn't have a lot of time to realize that it had to be the younger Malfoy.

The rest of the Deatheaters were now focusing their attack on the members of SG-1, while the Order wizards were trying to protect them.

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Harry flung himself backwards, staring at the inert form of the Dark Lord. It had happened so quickly, had ended so suddenly. Voldemort was dead. The Deatheaters couldn't possibly win without their leader to guide them, they just hadn't figured it out yet, he supposed.

The battle raging around him was surreal, as was the sight of the dead man in front of him. He just couldn't believe that after so long – so much worrying and fretting – that it had ended so quickly.

He was so caught up in it that he didn't notice the danger until it was far too late. No one had noticed the crack that had signaled the sudden reappearance of Wormtail, and no one had noticed that he hadn't been alone. Most of the Deatheaters hadn't even seen him run the first time, and they had far too much on their hands just then to worry about him. They didn't notice that he hadn't come alone, either.

Grayback left Wormtail cringing at the edge of the battle, and had immediately gone for the best target on the field. Who better to infect with a bite than the famous Harry Potter? Wouldn't that just be the crowning moment of his life? Ignoring the rest of the field, the werewolf slunk across the space between him and his prey, surprised at the sight of the Dark Lord lying still on the ground, but not really dismayed. The Deatheaters would need a new leader, and why couldn't it be him? Once the battle was over, he'd consolidate his position – and have his triumph over Harry Potter himself to prove that he was stronger than Voldemort – and more deserving.

Amazed that the foolish boy didn't even notice his approach, Grayback lunged for Harry Potter, teeth bared in a feral grin of bloodlust and anticipation.

And promptly found himself intercepted by the one man on the field who didn't have to fear his bite. Lupin struck him aside with a blow, knocking him away from Harry – who was fully aware of the danger now and rolling the rest of the way on his own – and then jumped on Grayback with a growl that was far more in keeping with his other form than with the one he was in just then.

The two went down in a tangle, and Harry found himself pulled away from that particular battle by the back of his shirt.

"Are you out of your mind?" O'Neill yelled, dragging him over to the rock – and the relative safety of Bane's arrows.

Harry flushed, well aware that for someone who wanted to be an auror when he finished school he wasn't doing a very good job of things.

"I'm sorry. I-"

Both of them were suddenly blown off their feet, crashing heavily against the side of the rock. Jack felt something whistle by his cheek, and felt a sharp pain that could have been a lot worse he was sure.

"Hello, boys…" Bellatrix Lestrange said, panting heavily and showing signs of the bloody battles she'd already engaged in. "And good-bye."

She raised her wand, pointing it at Jack.

"Avada Kadavra…!"