I had half of this chapter typed up, and when I went to save it, boom error,
story gone! So here we go again using notepad.
Chapter Sixteen-The Final Battle and Almost The End of the Year
Harry, Albus Dumbledore, the staff of Hogwarts, The Order of the Phoenix and
the sixth and seventh years willing to fight marched out onto the grounds,
to the gates, where Voldemort and his Deatheaters were attempting to
breakdown the castle grounds defenses (wards).
They didn't, Dumbledore opened the gates! Better to open them then lose the
wards of Hogwarts, was his logic.
And the battle begun.
Duels everywhere, including students versus students. Draco Malfoy against
Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger versus Pansy Parkinson, Michael Corner against
Ginny Weasley, that one struck Harry as odd, as he deflected curses coming
his way in his search for Lord Voldemort.
"So Harry Potter has finally come to play?"
"Do you think this is a game? This is no game Voldemort, this is your doom,"
Harry stated with a fire in his green eyes.
"This is most certainly the end of you, little thorn in my side, Avada
Kedavra," Harry ducked the green light, missing the curse and yelling his
own.
"You know The Killing Curse has no effect om me any more Potter, you of all
people should know this," off to the side Harry saw Remus Lupin's mangled
body.
"NOOO!"
"Oh, yes, has Potter seen his dear Werewolf's mangled body? I just love
Wormtail's silver hand, don't you?" Voldemort laughed.
As, "Crucio," came a woman's evil voice, wand aimed at Harry, when Hermione
Granger jumped in front of the light of the spell, taking the curse meant
for Harry.
"I see you have a mudblood bitch just like your father," Voldemort smiled.
"Have you forgotten your father was a muggle, Tom?" Harry responded,
following it with a quick Petrificus Totalus, as Voldemort's returning barb
was cut off by the roar of the hundreds battling around them.
Harry stepped toward Voldemort and pulled out the sword of Gryfindor,"What
are you going to do with that, Harry?" Voldemort asked as Harry rounded on
him.
"Don't understand how a Slyterin like you and I could have that sword..."
and his sentance was never complete as his head was sliced from his body,
before the sword was put through his cruel, merciless heart, just for
good measure.
"Neither do I... Tom." Harry said to the now diseased Lord Voldemort as
he collapsed.
"Avada Kedavra," came a feminine voice off to the side of Harry as he was
stedily fading to dark.
Just before losing conciesness, he saw another person jump in front of the
green light, falling in front of him dead, Neville, he saw before fading
to the uncontious, had just sacraficed himself for Harry.
After Harry lost conciousness, the traitors were killed, yes the traitors
now and from just over seventeen years before.
Ginerva Weasley was just after Neville's death killed by her own boyfriend,
Dean Thomas, or watching as Peter Pettigrew taunted and dueled Ronald
Weasley, revealing, who he had been, Scabbers the Rat, before ultimately
dying by the hand of his former master.
Many died pointlessly, but the one who ultimatly had to die did, so the
world survived yet another evil overlord.
The Deatheaters were taken into custody by the ministry, to stand
trial before the Wizengot, most to end at the veil and the good, were
depending on the severity of there injuries, either taken to ST. Mungo's or
to the Hogwart's Hospital Wing.
The dead were taken away, and Hogwarts resumed the next day, as if nothing
had happened the previous night. Well, excepct for Dumbledore's numerous
annoncements, the lack of many Professors, and sixth or seventh years,
including almost all of the seventh year Slytherins, Blaise Zabini and
Theodore Nott were the only upper classman not in the hospital, dead or
waiting to stand trial.
Harry joined them, being released after lunch. As the only seventh year
Slytherins not dead, or soon to be.
Hermione Granger was released just before dinner, along with two shocked
fellow House and Yearmates, Dean Thomas and Ron Weasley, dismayed at the
loyalties of one Ginerva Weasley.
During dinner, the oddest of things happened at the Gryfindor table,
Hermione Granger was picking at her food, when someone came and sat down on
the bench next to her, his back to the table.
"Do you remember saying I was the least ambitious Slytherin? Well, I've
figured out how I am ambitious, Hermione," Harry said to her.
"And how's that, Harry?" She replied turning to look at him.
"I had the ambition to kill Voldemort," he whispered.
"And you did," she whispered back, looking him in the eye. In reply he
smiled, before returning to his table.
As Harry was exiting the Great Hall, he was hailed by the most
unlikely of all people, "Potter, hey Potter."
"Yes Weasley?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Giving all of us a future. After a few wrong turns you will find peace."
The second part was said in a trance like state.
"Hmm, what was that, Weasley?"
"Oh, uh, I don't know, thank you, I'm sorry for how I've behaved, acted for
the past seven years, I'm sorry my prejudice got in the way, my brothers,
Fred and George like you, you must not be a bad guy, despite your house,
sorry."
"Don't worry about it, Weasley, none of it matters. Good luck in the future
and... I'm sorry about your sister."
"Why should you be bloody sorry, I'm the one with the bloody Deatheater
sister who tried to off you, there was always something off about her ever
since her first year, damn Malfoy, bastard, It sucks about Neville."
"That's the truth there, Weasley, Good Luck."
"You too," And they went there separate ways.
"You don't hate him, do you?" Hermione asked, joining him on the walk
back to there rooms.
"Not at all, I didn't like what he said much of the time, but that was no
reason to hate him."
"Wise words."
"I've been told I'm mature beyond my years."
"That's understandable, after what you've been through."
"And that's all over with now, I can try to be my age now."
"Will you succeed?"
"I don't know, but I sure will try."
"I'm going to try as well."
"Good. What will we do now?"
"I got a job at the ministry."
"Really! What Department?"
"Muggle Liason Office."
"Excellent, will you get me off the hook if I hex my relatives?"
"Harry!"
"Kidding."
"Good, if I bailed you out, I might have to bail out everyone."
"Wouldn't want that, now would we?"
"Absolutely not." They walked the rest of the way to there dorm in silence.
"So how are you handling it?" Hermione asked him once inside,
comfortably seated on the couch.
"The death of my best friend, so that I could live, or the impending marriage
of two of my other best friends?"
Hermione Granger was rendered speechless for a few moments before getting out
a "What?"
"The impending marriage of two of my best friends?"
"Yeah, that one, uh.. who... those two blokes, you hang out with?"
"Yep. Theodore and Blaise are getting married."
"Is this not news to you?"
"Not at all, I've know they've been in love with eachother for years."
"Wow, so are you Maid of Honor or Best Man?"
Harry cracked up, before answering, "Neither, there having a private civil
ceremony."
"Wow!"
Harry just laughed, and after a few minutes she got a playful, mischievous
look upon her face, "Harry, you know how we just said we wanted to act our
age?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I've got a few bottles of wine in my trunk."
"You get the wine, and shall I get the glasses?"
So I fibbed, I meant for this to be the final chapter, but my mind had a
mind of it's own, lol, so one more, unless you want post Hogwarts stuff,
give me some flippin feedback, please.
story gone! So here we go again using notepad.
Chapter Sixteen-The Final Battle and Almost The End of the Year
Harry, Albus Dumbledore, the staff of Hogwarts, The Order of the Phoenix and
the sixth and seventh years willing to fight marched out onto the grounds,
to the gates, where Voldemort and his Deatheaters were attempting to
breakdown the castle grounds defenses (wards).
They didn't, Dumbledore opened the gates! Better to open them then lose the
wards of Hogwarts, was his logic.
And the battle begun.
Duels everywhere, including students versus students. Draco Malfoy against
Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger versus Pansy Parkinson, Michael Corner against
Ginny Weasley, that one struck Harry as odd, as he deflected curses coming
his way in his search for Lord Voldemort.
"So Harry Potter has finally come to play?"
"Do you think this is a game? This is no game Voldemort, this is your doom,"
Harry stated with a fire in his green eyes.
"This is most certainly the end of you, little thorn in my side, Avada
Kedavra," Harry ducked the green light, missing the curse and yelling his
own.
"You know The Killing Curse has no effect om me any more Potter, you of all
people should know this," off to the side Harry saw Remus Lupin's mangled
body.
"NOOO!"
"Oh, yes, has Potter seen his dear Werewolf's mangled body? I just love
Wormtail's silver hand, don't you?" Voldemort laughed.
As, "Crucio," came a woman's evil voice, wand aimed at Harry, when Hermione
Granger jumped in front of the light of the spell, taking the curse meant
for Harry.
"I see you have a mudblood bitch just like your father," Voldemort smiled.
"Have you forgotten your father was a muggle, Tom?" Harry responded,
following it with a quick Petrificus Totalus, as Voldemort's returning barb
was cut off by the roar of the hundreds battling around them.
Harry stepped toward Voldemort and pulled out the sword of Gryfindor,"What
are you going to do with that, Harry?" Voldemort asked as Harry rounded on
him.
"Don't understand how a Slyterin like you and I could have that sword..."
and his sentance was never complete as his head was sliced from his body,
before the sword was put through his cruel, merciless heart, just for
good measure.
"Neither do I... Tom." Harry said to the now diseased Lord Voldemort as
he collapsed.
"Avada Kedavra," came a feminine voice off to the side of Harry as he was
stedily fading to dark.
Just before losing conciesness, he saw another person jump in front of the
green light, falling in front of him dead, Neville, he saw before fading
to the uncontious, had just sacraficed himself for Harry.
After Harry lost conciousness, the traitors were killed, yes the traitors
now and from just over seventeen years before.
Ginerva Weasley was just after Neville's death killed by her own boyfriend,
Dean Thomas, or watching as Peter Pettigrew taunted and dueled Ronald
Weasley, revealing, who he had been, Scabbers the Rat, before ultimately
dying by the hand of his former master.
Many died pointlessly, but the one who ultimatly had to die did, so the
world survived yet another evil overlord.
The Deatheaters were taken into custody by the ministry, to stand
trial before the Wizengot, most to end at the veil and the good, were
depending on the severity of there injuries, either taken to ST. Mungo's or
to the Hogwart's Hospital Wing.
The dead were taken away, and Hogwarts resumed the next day, as if nothing
had happened the previous night. Well, excepct for Dumbledore's numerous
annoncements, the lack of many Professors, and sixth or seventh years,
including almost all of the seventh year Slytherins, Blaise Zabini and
Theodore Nott were the only upper classman not in the hospital, dead or
waiting to stand trial.
Harry joined them, being released after lunch. As the only seventh year
Slytherins not dead, or soon to be.
Hermione Granger was released just before dinner, along with two shocked
fellow House and Yearmates, Dean Thomas and Ron Weasley, dismayed at the
loyalties of one Ginerva Weasley.
During dinner, the oddest of things happened at the Gryfindor table,
Hermione Granger was picking at her food, when someone came and sat down on
the bench next to her, his back to the table.
"Do you remember saying I was the least ambitious Slytherin? Well, I've
figured out how I am ambitious, Hermione," Harry said to her.
"And how's that, Harry?" She replied turning to look at him.
"I had the ambition to kill Voldemort," he whispered.
"And you did," she whispered back, looking him in the eye. In reply he
smiled, before returning to his table.
As Harry was exiting the Great Hall, he was hailed by the most
unlikely of all people, "Potter, hey Potter."
"Yes Weasley?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Giving all of us a future. After a few wrong turns you will find peace."
The second part was said in a trance like state.
"Hmm, what was that, Weasley?"
"Oh, uh, I don't know, thank you, I'm sorry for how I've behaved, acted for
the past seven years, I'm sorry my prejudice got in the way, my brothers,
Fred and George like you, you must not be a bad guy, despite your house,
sorry."
"Don't worry about it, Weasley, none of it matters. Good luck in the future
and... I'm sorry about your sister."
"Why should you be bloody sorry, I'm the one with the bloody Deatheater
sister who tried to off you, there was always something off about her ever
since her first year, damn Malfoy, bastard, It sucks about Neville."
"That's the truth there, Weasley, Good Luck."
"You too," And they went there separate ways.
"You don't hate him, do you?" Hermione asked, joining him on the walk
back to there rooms.
"Not at all, I didn't like what he said much of the time, but that was no
reason to hate him."
"Wise words."
"I've been told I'm mature beyond my years."
"That's understandable, after what you've been through."
"And that's all over with now, I can try to be my age now."
"Will you succeed?"
"I don't know, but I sure will try."
"I'm going to try as well."
"Good. What will we do now?"
"I got a job at the ministry."
"Really! What Department?"
"Muggle Liason Office."
"Excellent, will you get me off the hook if I hex my relatives?"
"Harry!"
"Kidding."
"Good, if I bailed you out, I might have to bail out everyone."
"Wouldn't want that, now would we?"
"Absolutely not." They walked the rest of the way to there dorm in silence.
"So how are you handling it?" Hermione asked him once inside,
comfortably seated on the couch.
"The death of my best friend, so that I could live, or the impending marriage
of two of my other best friends?"
Hermione Granger was rendered speechless for a few moments before getting out
a "What?"
"The impending marriage of two of my best friends?"
"Yeah, that one, uh.. who... those two blokes, you hang out with?"
"Yep. Theodore and Blaise are getting married."
"Is this not news to you?"
"Not at all, I've know they've been in love with eachother for years."
"Wow, so are you Maid of Honor or Best Man?"
Harry cracked up, before answering, "Neither, there having a private civil
ceremony."
"Wow!"
Harry just laughed, and after a few minutes she got a playful, mischievous
look upon her face, "Harry, you know how we just said we wanted to act our
age?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I've got a few bottles of wine in my trunk."
"You get the wine, and shall I get the glasses?"
So I fibbed, I meant for this to be the final chapter, but my mind had a
mind of it's own, lol, so one more, unless you want post Hogwarts stuff,
give me some flippin feedback, please.