Ok, here's my attempt at a battle scene. Unfortunately, because this is a war, people will have to die, but it will mostly be deatheaters, and no name extras on the good side. Most of the spells in this chapter are from Charmed, although some I messed around with and the end of the second section of spells I wrote myself (And I was very proud of it too.), and the quote in the beginning is from the movie Enough, I thought it sort of fit. But it may not be exactly right because I'm righting it from memory, if you spot mistakes feel free to tell me about them. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed my story so far, and I am sorry it took so long to update but I was on holidays and then had no time and you know. Ok, I'll shut up now.

("Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Can he hurt you?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because it takes twice as much energy to swing and miss as it takes to
swing and hit."
"So what do you do?"
"I attack."
"And then?"
"Nothing."
"Why nothing?"
"Because I never stop attacking!")

They weren't carried far however, only just outside the school wall and on to the Quiddich pitch. Hermione could see many black forms cloaked in black, all wearing a similar sort of ugly mask. Harry, Ron and Ginny had appeared beside her, and Harry immediately clutched his scar.

"Great, just great," said Ron. "How do we tell which deatheater is which, especially Voldemort."

"Hang on," Hermione said while racking her memory, "I just read a spell for this sort of thing yesterday; I thought it may come in handy."

She pulled a small mirror out of her robes and began to chant.

"Mirror of Life, mirror so sure,
In your reflection all is pure.
Behind your glass let nothing hide.
Reveal the truth that lurks inside!"

The mirror shone a bright blue and then faded, and then every single deatheaters mask flew off and burned to a crisp. Yells of shock and indignation came from many deatheaters. Not only where there deatheaters, but it looked like Voldemort had gathered an army of other sorts of evil creatures from the wizarding world. The students started a run for middle of the field; dodging, blocking and shooting curses. Casualties where piling up on both sides.

Then, Draco was hit in the side with a spell. He fell to the ground in shocks and pain and Hermione wasn't sure if the scream had come from him or her.

"So Draco, this is how it's going to end," came the cold voice of Lucius. "You, begging for your life on the battlefield. I give you one last chance to redeem your self and join the winning side." He ended the curse, but the pain was so awful Draco could hardly stand.

"I'm already on the winning side, and I wouldn't leave it for anything."

"Well, if that's the way you choice then so be it, but I think I will enjoy torturing you first." With that Lucius cast yet another painful spell. "So, what do you think of your side now, this is the kind of pain that every member of your side will experience, they will all be left begging for death. Come on son, beg for your death, beg for and end to the pain."

"Go to hell," grunted Draco through his teeth. He shakily raised his wand, and Hermione catching his eye did the same.

"Avada Kedavra," they both shouted. Lucius instantly keeled over, but the curses didn't seem to kill him, just put him into a deep coma.

"Come on," Harry screamed as Hermione ran to help Draco up. They made their way as fast as they could to where Harry and Ron where standing. Harry had a large cut on his cheek and Ron had a bad bruise on his arm. But before Hermione and Draco had gotten to them, Hermione was hit with her first curse. It ripped open her cloak and slashed through her shirt, giving her a large cut along her stomach; Hermione merely tore off her cloak and sent a curse in the same direction that one had come from. Then they finally reach Harry and Ron.

"Ok Ginny lets go," called Harry. And the others directed by Ginny started to raise a protection spell aground them. But it was not needed, for when Harry placed his parent's dairy on the ground and the four of them grabbed hands a brilliantly white light shot out of the dairy, grating a sparkling net around them, much like the gold netting that sprung out of the wands when Harry and Voldemort dueled in their forth year. And then Voldemort appeared right beside them.

"Well, what do us have here, the golden trio and a repented Slytherin. How odd. You don't actually think you and your pathetic little friends can possible beat me do you Harry, just give up no, it will be less pain full," taunted Voldemort.

I goning him, the four began their first round of spells, meant to weaken magic shields and trap enemies, although in normal cricimtances most of the spells would bind and destroy powers, but Voldemort was not really your normal average wizard.

"Door unlock,

No magic block.
Door unlock,

No magic block.
Before the passing of this hour,
Take away all of his powers.
Your powers I'll forever bind

From now until the end of time.
From whence they came, return them now

Vanish the words

Banish his powers
Aboleo extium cavium du eternias."

Voldemort laughed, did you really think you could banish my power that easily. What he and none of his minions had noticed was that while they where canting, he had been glowing a light silver colour; it had faded proving he was now weaker. So Harry parents joined on the next set of spells. Since love was the only thing that had once before stopped Voldemort, they used love spells and such to weaken him.

"Whither my love,

Wherever you be,

Throught time and space,

Take my heart near to thee.
Return thy love wherever you be,

Through time and space,

bring it always back to me!
Open our heart's to him

Reveal the secret that it holds

Bring forth the passion of love's fire

That he may feel our true desire
Mine love for thee always true,
Throughout time and space this shall prove
Never falter never stop
My heart so full shall never stop."

At this Voldemort stopped smiling, a look of utter pain spread across his face. The air around him once again turned a dull silver. The group of deatheaters closest to him stepped back, not sure what to do next. So Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco and the dairy started on the last set of spells, which would weaken his even more, as they were meant to vanquish evil, but Voldemort was not that easily killed.

Evil wizard in my sight

Vanquish thyself

Vanquish thy might

In this and every future life.
Sower of discord,
Your works now must cease.

I vanquish thee now,
With these words of peace.
Demon hide your evil face,

Voldemort, die and leave no trace.
Evil eyes, look unto thee

May they soon extinguished be.

Bend thy will to the me,

Eye of earth, evil and accursed.
We am light

We are one too strong to fight

Return to dark where shadows dwell

Go away and leave our sight

And take with you this endless fight.
Through the book, cast the spell

Bring the death, of evil and hell

May he suffer, until he cries

His tears will run, and then he dies.
Vanquish this evil from time and space,
Claw of pain we have to sever,

demon you are gone forever!
Evil wind that blows,

That which forms below.

No longer will you dwell,

Death takes you with this spell."

On the last few phrases all of the Hogwarts students out fighting had joined in. Voldemort was now screaming in pain. The four let go of each others hands which caused the shield to break. Harry grabbed his wand from his pocket, and with a strong clear voice finished it once and for all.

"Adava Kedavra," he screamed with all of his might. The curse took a little longer to work, but when it did, not only did Voldemort keel over and finally die, but his body crumbled in to dust.

Outraged Deatheaters stared flinging twice as many curses, as if determined that they would still win. This would leave Harry and Ron with more wounds then they could count, Hermione with two broken ribs, and Draco with a broken leg and some more cuts. Similar sort of things happened to most of the surviving good guys, which would keep Madame Pomfrey busy for weeks. A few deatheaters where smart enough to turn and run, but most where either killed or thrown into a newly gaurded Azkaban, as all of the Dementors had fought on Voldemort's side. It seemed that a group deatheaters had broken into the school but had been kept at bay by the students. Many of the deatheaters who had been new recruits were dead: Pansy, Goyle, and countless others from both Hogwarts and other places. Lucius Malfoy had only been put into a coma by Draco and Hermione's curses; it seemed he had raised a good enough shield around himself that held on when he was hit. He was instantly taken to the hospital in Azkaban, although it was doubtful that he would ever wake up. Less had died on the good side, but casualties where still there, although most were ministry workers and older members of the order. Only ten students had died: Cho Chang, Hannah Abbott, Justin Flinch-Fletchley and Terry Boot, along with six students who had been caught by the deatheaters when they entered the castle. A large memorial service was held at Hogwarts for all who had died the following month.

"So," asked Ron, "What we are going to do with ourselves next year now that we don't have an evil maniac trying to kill us all."

"Well, we shall be very busy anyways, we have to study for the N.E.W.T.S," replied a laughing Hermione. And the four slowly made their way to the make shift hospital wing in the great hall.

(A/N- ok, second last chapter. Only one more to go. So what did you all think of my first battle scene?)