Chaos…
The great hall was roiling with confusion. It had been about half an hour when Harry Potter left the hall, dragging his two lovers by the collars, declaring "That was fun, guard the place and take a rest, we're going for a nap and cuddles, toodles!". No one had the presence of mind to ask for an explanation, as most were in the process of being hugged back to death by surprised loved-ones or busy staring in abject shock.

A much younger looking Poppy Pomfrey, took a moment to inspect her lightly greying pink hair and promptly took charge. Casting a quick Sonorus her voice thundered over the tumult.

"Since our resident troublemaker has gone to take a much deserved rest I'd ask everyone not in need of medical assistance to leave to do the same-" not seeing anyone actually moving she raised her voice "-NOW!... As for those … freshly reanimated… please stay on your stretchers, one of the healers or myself will be with you shortly. Family members can stay, but please keep out of the healers' way."

Seeing that the place had cleared out significantly she ordered some of the healers to check over those resurrected and went over to one of the still figures lying motionless. Beside the dead form of Severus Snape stood Draco and Narcissa Malfoy, the mother holding her silently crying son. With a quick Homenum Revelio she confirmed, that the man had no living presence. "My condolences Mr. Malfoy, Narcissa."

Clearing her voice Narcissa answered, rubbing her son's shaking shoulders, "Thank you, Poppy. Do you have any idea why Severus or the others are not back with us?"

"I overheard Mr. Potter explaining to his bonded, that it had something to do with their will to remain and their bonds to the living world. I can only guess, that Severus had already departed… or he decided to simply not come back, after his life as a double-agent I certainly won't begrudge him his final rest."

She had to take a small breath, taking in the sobbing and hugging Weasley twins. Remus and Tonks standing in a corner kissing and talking before sending of a Patronus, without a doubt to inform of their sur…eh revival.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll make my rounds and will soon follow Mr. Potters example and take a much-needed rest."

"Thank you again Poppy, please take care of yourself, I'll take over for you in a bit."

In the headmaster… headmistress' office Minerva McGonagall and the three heads of house sat -in the fluffiest armchairs the transfiguration mistress could create- nursing glasses of firewhiskey, scotch, sweet ananas-schnapps and gob'nark (a highly flammable goblin delicacy).

Horace was the first to break the comfortable silence, "I guess we ought to raise our glasses to the Potter Luck and the Evans Temper. The boy's, no the young man's, plan worked better than expected… and the feats of magic he performed… we really ought to be thankful he's such a kind soul. To Harry Potter!"

They raised their glasses.

"Gods bless the cheeky bugger. I'm still giving him detention for fucking forever for worrying me to death." Minerva declared, taking another huge sip.

Three gobsmacked shouts of "MINERVA" rang through the office, Filius almost falling out of the chair.

"What? I think this situation deserves a good cursing of any kind. Argh I say we go to bed too and reconvene in the evening. The castle needs repairing, we need to organise the childrens' return and…"

It was Filius that interrupted her, "Minnie, Pom, Sluggy you go and rest, I can still go for a few hours. I'll get a few volunteers and we'll surely manage till you three are good to go again."

"But…." she tried to protest, only to slump back in her chair, curtesy of a silent stunner by Pomona.

"I'll say… one day she's going to work herself to madness and go on a catnip fuelled binge. You boys, go on, I'll put Minnie to bed and then get down to the Badger's den meself".

Meanwhile in the Ministry of Magic….

In the swirl of colours multiple portkeys dropped their load. The escorting skeletons taking up a defensive stance to shield the aurors and order members. The stationed death eaters didn't really seem to notice them at first, already in a panic, the ministry atrium was more like a poked anthive.

Unbeknownst to the arriving force, nearly an hour before a massive quake had shaken the ministry. It originated from a chamber on level 9, deep in the department of mysteries, a chamber in which until recently an obsidian arch stood in a black mockery of an amphitheatre.

Said Arch had, not that anyone was there to see it, slowly started to crack and sizzle until the ghostly veil had sputtered out of existence. The vacuum of power caused a literal vacuum and, in a snap, the whole room had collapsed, damaging the structural integrity of the adjacent rooms and everything above. The courtrooms underneath directly caved in, as did the fountain of magical brethren directly over the arch, causing a huge hole to open up. Many of the windows had cracked or shattered entirely.

Facing this chaos, the skeletons marched forward, the alarmed death eaters falling to their own spells, as those were either absorbed or directly thrown back at them. The booming bass of Kingsley rose above the sound of battle. "This is Kingsley Shacklebolt acting headauror, the Dark Lord has fallen. Under orders of Harry Potter, surrender to our judgement or die resisting. Legionnaires forward guard, aurors, order, march and take back our ministry, stun first, ask questions later!"

Dodging an AK coming from one of the upper floors he retaliated with an overpowered blasting curse and muttered "I've had it with these motherfucking death eaters in my motherfucking ministry."

The next hours passed him in a blur, level for level they fought upwards. Cleaning out the trash and saving who they could. They would probably have to do the same at St. Mungo too. Unexpected help came in form of the Unspeakables, or at least those that weren't too busy trying to save their research in the DoM. The greycloaks had barricaded themselves down there during the war and used their own secret passageways to sabotage the ministry above and get supplies.

Finally, they reached the office for the Minister for Magic. Passing the corpse of Pius Thicknesse who must have finally broken the Imperius but not lived very long after, he already heard the grating voice of the 'VIP' they were to collect.

The pink toad was already shouting about monstrosities and blood traitors. "You filthy mudbloods and half-breeds will never rise up again, know your place and respect your betters", were the last words out of her mouth. One of the 'Legionnaires' as he called the skeletons grabbed her by the throat till her face turned nearly blue and she had lost consciousness. Quickly cuffing her and breaking her wand, he decided it would be better to not hear her once she woke up, so he cursed her mouth shut and gone.

One of his auror colleagues came rushing towards him, giving a short salute "Shack, we've secured the building. The Unspeakables have the lower levels under control and cleaned out. Those who surrendered and are marked are all cuffed, wands broken and under guard in 'Pest Control' we thought it fitting. The others are currently inspected by a few of us who know legilimency to see if they were controlled. Healers are set up in Games 'n Sports. "

"Well done Robertson, let word get around, that we'll work in two shifts, with help from the Legionnaires most of us can rest whilst a few keep watch. Set up a few cots in the holding rooms for us. I'll come down in a second".

Having watched the auror leave he secured the office and began searching for his secondary objective.

Casting one revealing spell after another he went through his spell repertoire. A panel in front of the desk began to glow. Now to unlock it…

Every household in Britain received the extra edition of the Prophet, truthfully it was more a single fold. A single photograph of the stylized double P's on a flag in the center, the headline proclaimed:

Dark Lord fallen – Potter takes over
by Barnabas Cuffe – Chief Editor

Gentlewitches and -wizards of Great Britain. Today in the early hours of the morning Harry Potter, the Chosen One has managed the inconceivable and felled the Dark Lord He-who-shall-not-be-named. Some sources tell of an elaborate trap for the Dark Lord, whilst others speak of Harry Potter himself using the darkest of magic to conquer his foe.
Not much is known at the moment. Potter seems to have taken over Hogwarts and his associates are in the process of taking over the ministry of magic. Those belonging to the force all wear the insignia seen in the photograph below. He seems to have armoured skeletons at his beck and call.

One inside source describes the resurrection of the battle's victims. The credibility of such claims is doubtful at best. We can only hope for the best and that we won't have to face the Dark Lord Potter so shortly after the terrible rule of You-Know-Who.

More of Harry Potter's history on this page
Dark Lord Potter a possibility? by Rita Skeeter on page 2
'Necromancy a dying art reviewed' a commentary by Demoff Schwarz page 3
Is wizarding Jesus a thing? an interview with Demelza Robins page 4