Ok have decided I will do a sequel, have got a plot, kind of, and im nearly done with this one.

Review please!!! Sorry it's short

Chapter 26 - Aftermath

The soldiers stood around randomly, too shell-shocked to think of talking. Casualties had been fairly few, Buffy had lost a slayer, and two Aurors had been killed, as well as Lupin. His body was carried inside by Sirius, and placed in the medical wing. Buffy stayed with him, whilst Harry followed Dumbledore to his office, also heart broken at the sight of Lupin's body.
"What happened Harry?" Dumbledore said gravely, "No one could have predicted a display like the one you showed us." Harry shook his head.

"I don't know myself," he answered, looking at his hands, "I felt Voldemort arrive, I mean with my scar, it hurt, more than it ever has, even when Voldemort possessed me, and then it just went. And I felt more power in me than I ever have. I didn't even register what I was doing really, it just felt like instinct to use my hand to cast spells, and I knew I had to go outside. Sorry about that." he looked away, ashamed.
"On the contrary," Dumbledore, "We would've been lost if it weren't for your appearance. But this power, what is it?"

"It came from in me, like it was finally released or something," Harry said thoughtfully, "From the prophecy maybe, when the time came the power in me was finally released."

"Perhaps," Dumbledore pondered, "We shall have to look into this power. Do you still need a wand?"

"I don't know," Harry admitted, "It doesn't feel like Wiccan magic though, not like Willow."

"No it couldn't be," Dumbledore said, "Wiccan Magic can only be used by muggles."

"But Lupin," Harry said, his eyes filling, "How did that happen? Who was it?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange I'm afraid," Dumbledore said sadly, "She cursed him, and he fell." Harry's eyes blurred.

"All of them are dying," he said shakily, "My dad and my mum, Sirius and now Lupin. And the one that deserves death the most is still living."

"I'm afraid that's life, and death," Dumbledore stood up, "We lose those we love, as you know, probably more than anyone. We mourn them, and we remember them. And now Remus is with your father and mother. He was brave and kind and helpful, and he died for our cause."

Harry looked at Dumbledore, and swallowed his misery.
"What happens now?" Harry asked, "I mean, Voldemort, he's still out there, and some of his death eaters."

"It's not over," Dumbledore said heavily, "You're ready now but it's not over. He's damaged but not destroyed. But he's in fear of you, never has he felt it so much. You have powers he can't dream of."

"But why," Harry wondered out loud, "Why me? Why not Hermione to have the prophecy, what was so special about me?"

"We will never know," Dumbledore said spreading his hands. "You were chosen to be this person by some other powers because there was something in you. The powers you have aren't just those that Voldemort gave you, the power you have is good and pure. Your destiny was laid in front of you, all you have to do is take it."

Sirius leant over Lupin's body and sobbed into his hands. Buffy stood behind him, one hand on his shoulder, also crying softly.

"I'm the last one," he said, wiping his eyes, "The last Marauder. James, Lupin and Lily, dead at the hand of Voldemort."

Buffy took him in her arms and held him until night turned to morning and the morning sunlight shone on Remus Lupin's cold face.