Disclaimer: I am not James Kahn, J.K. Rowling or George Lucas.

Aboard the Dark Mark, Governor Bonaccord sits in the control room, preparing to fire upon the Forbidden Forest. As he waits for the moon to come in range, he broods about the chaotic mess to which the once formidable Ministry fleet has been reduced.

Bonaccord. [aside] He cannot fathom what I've done wrong. I've been patient, I've been loyal, I've been clever, I've been hard. I am the commander of the greatest battle station ever built . . . or, at least, almost built. I hate this Dumbledore's Army, now, with a child's hate, untempered. I loved it once. It was the small boy I could bully, the enraged baby animal I could torture. But the boy has grown up now. It knows how to fight back effectively. It has broken its bonds. I hated it now. Yet there seems to be little I can do at this point . . . except, of course, destroy the Forbidden Forest. I can do that. It is a small act, a token really — to incinerate something green and living, gratuitously, meanly, toward no end but that of wanton destruction. A small act, but deliciously satisfying.

Enter Edgecombe.

Edgecombe. The DA fleet is closing, sir.

Bonaccord. [to Edgecombe] Concentrate all fire in that sector.

Edgecombe. The fighters in the superstructure are eluding our defense system, Commander. Shouldn't we . . . ?

Bonaccord. Flood sectors 304 and 138. That should slow them up.

Edgecombe. But sir . . .

Bonaccord. What is the rotation factor to firing range on the Forbidden Forest?

Edgecombe checks the viewscreen.

Edgecombe. .02 to moon target, sir. Commander, the fleet . . .

Bonaccord. Accelerate rotation until moon is in range. And then fire on my mark.

Edgecombe. Yes, sir.

Edgecombe pulls a few switches.

Rotation accelerating, sir. .01 to moon target, sir. Sixty seconds to firing range. Sir, goodbye, sir.

Edgecombe salutes, places the firing switch in Bonaccord's hands, and exits.

Bonaccord smiles as the Forbidden Forest gradually comes in range.

Meanwhile, Neville and the Ford Anglia move in on the Dark Mark's main reactor.

Neville. There it is.

Dean's crew keeps the Ministry brooms at bay as he and Neville circle the power regulator, stunned by its immense size.

It's too big, Gold Leader. My proton torpedoes won't even dent that.

Dean. All right, Neville. Go for the power regulator on the north tower. I'll take the main reactor. We're carrying concussion missiles. They should penetrate. Once I let them go, we won't have much time to get out of here, though.

Neville. Copy, Gold Leader. I'm already on my way out.

Neville fires where Dean ordered, then flies away.

Dean hits the main reactor and does likewise.

Murcus. Move the fleet away from the Dark Mark.

Harry, Neville, and Dean fly away from the Dark Mark, among the several who flee from the Dark Mark as the chain reaction begins to go through its system.

The Dark Mark explodes, killing everyone on board, including Bonaccord, Radolphus Lestrange, Avery, Arcturus Black, Edgecombe, Grand Admiral Lazenby, and even the mastermind ST-OA himself.

Not only has Lord Voldemort's regime been toppled, but the droid rebellion has been foiled before it could ever truly begin.

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