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The End, Part 2





Sarah was using her portkey to lead people to the safety that was The Order's base. However, she was starting with the first years, and could only take a house full at a time. The rest got to watch the fight. No, it wasn't a fight, it was more like massacre. The dead were falling faster than anyone could count. They screamed as they died, as the killing curse was not being used, leaving the victims to die horrible deaths due to broken necks, skulls, and ribs. Blood stained the Hogwarts grounds. The death eaters didn't have a chance. The members of the order picked through the attacking army like locusts.

"I take it that that is THE ORDER that you spoke of?" Magonagal asked Dumbledore.

"Yes, of course."

"Any of our students?"

"Like you even need to ask." Snape said, grumpily.

"Yes, Potter is the leader, Phoenix. But, Draco is also out there."

Both Magonagal and Snape were shocked.

"Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermoine, and Draco. The order. The wizards that are more powerfull than any other wizards in the world, any age. Shocking, isn't it?" Dumbledore mused, half to him self, half to those listening.

Five verses five. That was what the final battle turned out to be at the end. The sixth and seventh years had stayed by choice. They were stunned and the death eaters removed their masks. Crab, Goyle, Malfoy, Petigrew, and Him. But hadn't Malfoy been killed? Somebody had been tricked. Then, The Order removed their masks. All accept one.

"Take off that mask, you coward!" Lucious Malfoy yelled.

"I am no coward, Father!" Draco said, with emphasis on the last word, as he removed the mask.

Those who had evacuated looked around in wonder, much as Sarah had done that firs visit. She directed them to follow her. They didn't know the girl, other than she was at Hogwarts and talked to Hermoine often. But they trusted her and followed. They came to a wall, after walking for five minutes. It was one huge mirror.

"Viderus!" She yelled at the mirror. It began to shimmer. Then, it wasn't a mirror. It was a window. A window to watch the battle through. The sheer number of dead death eaters mad some sick.

Two against five. Well, one and Petigrew tied up, behind the order, and Voldermort against 5.

"This is my battle!" Harry said.

The others spread out to form a circle incasing Harry and Voldermort. With a few words, a bubble stretched over the combatants. Magic nor weapon could pierce it. One on one, no help for either.

AN: I know, too short! Review, and I should get this story finished within the next few days