THE FINAL BATTLE

Harry quickly stood up, not wanting to take his eyes off of Voldemort's wand, but he was curious, so he turned to Professor Bronte. "You're a Death Eater? You're the faithful servant he was talking about!"

"Don't be stupid, Harry! I'm as much of a Death Eater as you are."

"Then, why-"

"Am I here?" She finished for him. He just nodded. "Because he killed my mother!" She said, pointing to Voldemort.

"Yes, and not I get to kill you. Oh, the irony!" Voldemort hissed. He raised his want about to do the one curse that Harry had survived twice already, but wouldn't be able to survive this time. He had lost his wand when he came crashing though the window. The words had almost escaped Voldemort's lips (or what would be considered as lips) when the black hawk came soaring into the broken window. The bird attacked the Dark Lord's wand, but it was to no avail. Voldemort was able to throw the bird off of him. "Crucio!" He yelled, pointing his wand at the bird. The spell hit the bird with such force, that the bird fell to the ground, screeching in pain.

"Stop it! It's just a poor, helpless bird!" Professor Bronte said, not looking at the bird which was writhing on the floor. She heard the screeching stop and she turned to see the bird laying motionless on the floor.

"Heh, that was more fun than I thought it would be." He waved his want between Harry and Professor Bronte, slowly. "Now, which one should I deal with first?" He asked no one in particular. He stopped his wand on Harry and grinned. "I want to enjoy killing you." With a wave of his wand, glowing ropes show out of his wand and bound Harry's arms and legs together, which made him fall over. He pointed his wand at Professor Bronte. "Let's see… shall I torture you and then kill you or kill you and then kill him?" He asked her, though not expecting her to answer.

"My Lord…" A voice Harry recognized right away spoke up. "May I deal with the girl?" Snape's voice had a tinge of anger that was easy to detect and he stepped out of the shadows. He gave Harry a sneer as he laid his eyes on him and waited for his master's answer.

"Severus, my servant, it shall be done.": Snape began to approach his colleague, but his master grabbed his arm. "If she lives, you die." He hissed. Snape did nothing to show his fear. He just nodded his head and approached the young woman. She did nothing to show that they were even about to battle. The only movement she made was to squint he eyes at her opponent.

"Are ready to pay for all your fiancée did to me, half-breed?" He asked.

"Only if you're ready to pay for betraying Dumbledore!" She said. Harry saw her eyes glow red for only a second and knew that nothing good could come from that. She had noticed too, but still he showed no fear.

"Stupefy!" Snape cried out. She didn't retaliate a spell. With a few quick moves, she pulled a mirror from under her robes to block the spell. But, she didn't send it back to Snape. The spell bounced off of the mirror and straight at one of the Death Eaters behind Voldemort. "Stupefy! Stupefy!" Snape kept yelling and the spells ricocheted off of the mirror and hit the remaining Death Eaters until the very last one was stunned. Harry gave this behavior a puzzled look. Then, it occurred to him that Snape was saving his life.

"Enough!" Voldemort cried out, ceasing the spells. He looked angrier than Harry had ever seen him. He saw the Dark Lord stand up from where he was sitting and approached Snape. "You disappoint me, Severus. You were my most loyal and you betrayed me to that old fool, Dumbledore. I will surely miss you." With anger flowing through Voldemort, he didn't kill Snape. Since his brain was too clouded with anger, he disarmed him and sent him flying into the streets of Hogsmeade. Voldemort then turned to Professor Bronte who was now trying to untie Harry, but the ropes would not come undone. "You stupid girl! You dare make a fool of Lord Voldemort? I should have killed you when I killed your mother!" He growled. She didn't say anything as Harry tried to look at her in surprise. This was the first time he had heard about that.

"You didn't kill me then, so why would you now?" She growled back. Harry was beginning to get confused, even more than he already was,but the more Voldemort's focus was off of him, the more time he had to escape.

"Accio Wand!" He muttered, hoping that he wasn't heard. When his wand reached his hand, he paused to see if anyone's attention had fallen on him. He saw that it wasn't, but Voldemort had used a spell that made Professor Bronte drop her wand and fall to the ground (not a disarming spell, though it sounds a lot like one).

She skittered to a corner where she nursed a deep gash on her arm. Harry saw Voldemort raise his wand, getting ready to perform the worst curse of all, but he stopped and stared at the woman before him. This surprised Harry, wondering why he would stop himself from killing someone. Then he heard it. Professor Bronte was muttering something under her breath in a language that, Harry concluded, had to be Romanian.

"What are you doing, you idiot girl?" Voldemort asked. She didn't answer. She kept muttering the same words, though neither Harry nor Voldemort could understand them, over and over again.

Harry turned himself over to look at her, with much trouble, but it was worth it. Her eyes were glowing red and he could just make out two sets of fangs in her mouth as she muttered (they wouldn't normally show as she spoke). "Your vampire magic will have no effect on me, half-breed! Avada Kadavra!" He shouted. The spell hit Professor Bronte, but it bounced off of her and back toward Voldemort, who ducked just in time.

"Wha-" Harry managed to get out before Professor Bronte summoned her wand and freed Harry from his binding. Voldemort growled loudly. Harry pointed his wand at the Dark Lord, as did Professor Bronte. Voldemort let out a little chuckle.

"You don't actually think that the two of you can stop me?"

"No." Harry said. "But they might." He nodded toward the broken window where the members of the Order and D.A. stood, numerous injuries among them, but straight-faced and wands pointed directly at Voldemort.

"It's over, Tom." Dumbledore spoke up, nursing a bloody lip and a black eye, himself.

"Never, you old fool! Nothing can stop me! I am all-powerful!"

"Not anymore!" Growled Moody.

As a whole, every member of both groups waved their wands and cried out: "Petrificus Totalus!" The combined spells created a super body-bind on Voldemort. The Dark Lord was finally defeated, which made the group give a loud cheer.

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OKay, so I know that it's a cheesy way to bring an end to Voldemort, but magic works better with more than one witch or wizard and what a better way to defeat him? At least it seemed like a good idea when I wrote it.