"We are ready for you, Harry."
Remus groaned in pain as the silver chain around his wrists was yanked so he was on the floor in front of Voldemort.
"Your werewolf will transform soon, Harry. Shall I kill him before he transforms so he won't feel the pain of it? Alas, without our Potions Master, we couldn't get him any Wolfsbane to ease his suffering."
Harry and Severus entered Diagon Alley and walked up to Voldemort and his Death Eaters, coming to a halt 30 feet away from them.
"Here we are, Tom," Harry said calmly.
Remus started to yelp in pain, hair sprouting all over his body. The transformation had begun.
Everyone, Death Eaters included, watched the werewolf as his body lengthened, his face looked like it was being stretched until it had the wolfish snout.
Finally, after panting heavily for a minute, the werewolf scrambled to his feet, breaking the chain, and snarling angrily at everyone around him.
"Avada…" Voldemort began, but suddenly he doubled over in pain.
"Master! What is wrong?" the Death Eaters rushed to his side.
Severus concentrated. Throwing up an invisible shield around both him and the wolf, he set to work on creating the mindlink.
He put aside his fears and extended his mind to the werewolf. Pushing through the wolfish mind, who was furious at the invasion, he found the remains of the human Remus far back in the corner of the mind.
"Remus?"
"Severus?" a shaky voice asked, "how…how is this…?"
"I'm going to mindlink with you, Remus. That will allow you to take control of the wolf. Ok?"
"O..ok," he heard.
As he linked his mind to Remus' the human awareness expanded, forcing the wolf aside, and slowly they gained control.
"Thank you, Severus," Remus said, much stronger now.
"I need you to walk to me," Severus let him know, "I will stay linked to you and apparate us to a safe cellar in Harry's dungeons. You can wait there for the battle to end."
"NO! Stay linked to me, and I can fight along with you! I can control the wolf now!"
Severus hesitated. "You are weakened and hurt. And I need to focus on the battle too, I can't do that when I need all of my concentration to stay linked to you. I know you want to fight, but if I let you stay I endanger both of us."
"Alright then," Remus said sadly, "I guess it's for the best. I just…like being in control."
Severus sighed.
"I know. Once this battle is over, I'll link to you again and will remain so until the full moon is gone, I promise. Please, walk over to me and let me apparate you."
"Is Tonks alright?"
"Besides frantic with worry about you? Yes. She is in Knockturn Alley, securing the Death Eaters there."
Voldemort watched in amazement when the wolf didn't attack anyone. It simply stood there for long moments until taking a shaky step forwards. And another one. It advanced upon the Potions Master and Voldemort smirked. He would let the creature finish off the traitor. How ironic, that Snape would be killed by the very creature he feared the most.
Harry didn't do a thing. Probably torn between saving his godfather and saving the traitor.
But when the werewolf reached Severus, the man touched the fur and they apparated away. Harry grinned.
"Sorry Tom. Had to get my godfather to a safe location. You know how he gets at this time of the month. Such a temper."
Voldemort roared in anger, and sent a curse to Harry, who easily ducked it.
"Take out your wand, Potter, and let's see who's the best here!"
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Oops," he said, "I seem to have forgotten my wand. Do you mind much?"
"ACCIO POTTERS WAND!" Voldemort yelled.
Nothing happened.
"I can't believe it," one of the Death Eaters crowed, "he came unarmed!"
"I forgot my WAND but I never said anything about being unarmed," Harry pouted.
"See?" he raised his hand and sent a Stunner to the Death Eater, who dropped like a brick.
The others recoiled.
"Wandless Magic," they whispered.
Harry sighed. "Honestly. Anyway, now that my Godfather is safe…and Severus has returned," he added, sensing the man apparating behind him, "we can begin this in earnest."
Dumbledore and Draco jumped from their places on the rooftops, standing besides Severus.
Harry's other five students led the Order division up from behind, surrounding Voldemort and his gang.
"Dementors, attack," Voldemort ordered coldly.
The Dementors swooped down on the foursome in front of them, but hesitated when they got no reaction from them whatsoever. No memories to drain. Nothing.
Draco and Severus raised their hands. Four Patroni soared through the air, driving the Dementors back, who then proceeded to attack the advancing Order.
They were slightly more successful there, most Order members weren't advanced enough in Occlumency to completely shield their mind. The five Weasleys however, were, and quickly sent their Patroni to chase the Dementors, who flew up and fled the Alley.
Harry nodded to the other three. They mindlinked to each other to work in perfect harmony.
Severus, Dumbledore and Draco began to attack the Death Eaters and their allies, as the Order behind them did the same.
Voldemort stayed out of the battle, shoving his followers forward to fight.
Even the best of his Death Eaters couldn't beat the five Weasleys, let alone Harry and his friends.
But Voldemort had not come with only Death Eaters. When the battle seemed nearly over, and most Death Eaters had been restricted, Ron suddenly looked to the sky and cried: "DRAGONS!"
Seven Great Wyrms were flying above the Alley. Charlie shivered.
"HARRY! WYRMS! We can never take out one, let alone seven!" he cried.
Severus was just in time to shield the group of Order members when one of the Dragons swooped down and breathed fire towards them.
Dumbledore nearly fainted when he saw another Dragon following, intent on taking out Severus.
Quickly he focused and shielded Severus. He groaned under the strain of keeping up the shield as the Dragons continued their attack.
Voldemort smirked as all Dragons pounced on the Order.
Harry closed his eyes.
"Protect the others," he said to his friends, "I'm going to talk to them."
The sensation of three very shocked people swept over his mind, and he couldn't help but smile.
"Who is your leader?" he hissed in Parseltongue at the Dragons.
"You speak the language of snakes, hatchling?" one of the Dragons sneered, although he couldn't hide his surprise.
"I do. I know you understand this language even if it is not your own. I understand that it is a great insult to speak in the Dragon tongue without permission. I can however speak your language, and I seek your approval to use it."
The tallest Dragon stopped his attack and turned to Harry.
"I grant permission," he said in the Dragon language, "how do you know our language, hatchling?"
"Norbert taught me, a friend of mine and Hagrid's."
"We know Norbert. He visited us sometimes. He told us of Hagrid. It is because of him that we are here. The snakelike one," the Dragon gazed briefly at Voldemort, "he told us you have mistreated Hagrid, the one who loves Dragons."
Harry hissed in anger. "We have not! Hagrid is our friend, every single one of us holds him in high esteem. In fact, he is nearby, defending the Alley next to this one, fighting on our side. The snakelike one will kill him if he gets the chance, which I do not intent to give him."
The Dragon looked at his companions. One of them flew off, returning half a minute later.
"You speak the truth. We did not know this. We will stop our attack and return to our lairs."
"I thank you for your understanding. I have ordered my companions not to hinder your departure."
"Farewell, hatchling. If fate is so inclined, we may meet again one day."
Harry breathed in relief when the Dragons flew off, but Voldemort was enraged.
"YOU! You filthy halfbreed, you son of a mudblood!"
Harry snorted and turned to him. "Those are not insults to me, Tom, only to you. And why do you try to insult me with something that applies to you as well?"
His shields were up, and he focused all his power.
"He is going to throw the Killing Curse," he sent to his friends, "I need you to help me. Help me strengthen my shields!"
Draco, Severus and Dumbledore all stood behind him, putting their hands on his shoulders and back, joining their powers with his own.
Voldemort's face contorted with anger and confusion as he saw the unlikely group of people band together, but his rage clouded his judgement.
"Avada…"
"Hold on, guys, hold on," Harry implored.
"Kedavra!"
The green light sped towards them. Draco, Dumbledore and Severus felt their magic being drawn from them as Harry used it to configure and reinforce the shield.
They watched in amazement as the green light collided with the shield and tried to push through. They felt Harry tremble as he focused completely on the shields, and finally managed to absorb the energy of the curse into them.
Then he took the energy and reformed it. The green glow turned white.
Sweat dripping off his face, Harry gathered all of his power and turned the now white light around, making it shoot back to Voldemort.
When the Dark Wizard was hit with it, his eyes flew open in surprise. With an agonizing scream he fell.
The white light surrounded Voldemort, and then a black cloud started to rise from his prostrate form.
The two mingled in a strange spiral, light and dark, each trying to gain the upper hand.
Harry dropped to his knees, grabbed his wand and pointed it at the spiral, and channeled his power and that of his friends through it.
The Alley shook with the powerful Phoenix song as the light was strengthened and wrapped around the Dark. Within minutes, the Dark was destroyed.
Voldemorts body convulsed, and then he let out his last breath.
Immediately his body began to disintegrate, until only ash was left. With his last bit of energy, Harry waved his hand and the wind rose, dispersing the ash to all corners of the country.
In the ringing silence that followed, Harry smiled to his friends.
"Thank you," he said, exhausted, before collapsing into Severus' arms.
A/N As you can see, I didn't follow the canon Horcrux storyline for this story. Also, I borrowed the term 'Great Wyrm' from Dungeons and Dragons. Dunno why. I just liked it. Great Wyrms are the oldest of Dragons, hence their referral to Harry as 'hatchling'. In their eyes, he is no more then a baby.