Hindsight

Hello! New chappie up! I suppose I shall have the story summary by the next chapter…

Anyways, enjoy!

June 7th, 1:09 pm

In what was once the Gryffindor common room, they waited. Harry, pacing the floor, muttering battle plans and strategies under his breath. Hermione was pouring over a thick, half-filled tome by the fire, searching for any sort of clues in more that seventeen year's worth of records. Ginny was in one of the old dormitories, trying to console her brother, except for Ron, who was still where he was ever since they heard the news six hours ago, staring into the flames.

Suddenly, a loud crack made them all look up, and a large amount of people rushed down both stairs to see what was happening. Remus Lupin, bleeding profusely from the head, had appeared in the middle of the room.

"Harry," he gasped, "they're coming…in three weeks…" before passing out.

June 10th, 10:53 am

Sunlight poured through the huge windows into the Hospital Wing. After three days, Madam Pomfrey had finally allowed him to have visitors. What seemed like the entire population of the castle rushed through the door, but there, on the cot, was Lupin, looking positively elated to finally have some company. Though the times were stressing, they chatted amicably for a good half hour, before Harry decided to get to the point and hear the news.

"Remus," he started, cutting all conversation short, "what did you learn?"

"In three weeks, the death eaters, giants, dementors, werewolves, the whole army, is going to attack Hogsmead on the 21st."

"Hogsmead?"

All was quiet as he continued.

"Yes. They've giving up on bring down our shields, so they're satisfying themselves with Hogsmead. Oh, and he's going to be there."

A gasp circulated the room, as many people exchanged worried looks.

"And Harry, he knows."

All those who knew what those words meant's eyes widened and looked at Harry, who was showing remarkable calm.

"Well," the entire room waited to hear what he would say. "I suspected as much. He hasn't mad a personal appearance since the last one was killed, but now we know that he knows about the others. He knows that his life protection is gone, so he wants to fulfill the prophesy before anything beyond his plans can happen."

The atmosphere in the room had darkened considerably, and many people wrinkled their brows trying to figure out what Harry meant. The entire room seemed tense, so, to lighten the mood, Ginny spoke up.

"So, what happened to you?"

"Well, after I heard the plan, I sent out my patronus, to tell you that I was coming."

"Yes, we received that, and took down the apparition shields." said a young witch who had been on guard duty.

"Well, a group of Greyback's friends caught me just as the Patronus was leaving, and attacked me. To give you time to receive the signal and take down the barrier, I fought back. I had just gotten this," he said, indicating to his bandaged head, "when the okay came, and I overshot a bit from the Entrances Hall, and landed in the Gryffindor common room."

From a corner, a patient moaned in their sleep.

"So, I guess that's the end of my time as a werewolf spy." Remus attempted a feeble smile.

"Given what you've just told us, we won't need it anymore." Harry said, a grim look set on his face.

A blanket of silence covered the room.

"What do we do now?" came Hermione's timid voice.

"Now, we plan."

"And then?"

"We wait."

June 21st, 11:38

The battle had raged on for two and a half hours. Spells flashed chaotically through the night sky, and there was no sign of victory for either side. Pieces of debris and many casualties littered the ground. Around him, wizards and witches that he had never even seen in life battled for what they thought was right.

"Stupefy!"

A well aimed spell hit a werewolf in the head, and Harry watched as if fell to the ground.

Despite much argument, Remus had agreed to stay behind at the castle. As it was confirmed that werewolves would be present they couldn't risk him loosing control, the potion malfunctioning, or him getting mistaken for any other wolf working for Voldemort.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an inferius throwing itself onto a frightened looking wizard, who was shooting many defensive spells that would have been effective on any normal wizard, but they seemed to just disappear into its clammy skin.

"Incendio!" Harry hollered. The inferius bust into flames, and was quickly reduced to a pile of ashes. The wizard gave him a grateful look, and then hurried off.

Suddenly, through the mass of fighting people, it seemed like something was cutting a wide, empty space straight down the middle. People, dark or light, were pausing their spell-casting to stare. Even the dark creatures were moving off towards the edge of the ruckus.

Harry hurried towards the distraction, shooting random spells at dark wizards, until he arrived at his destination, and stopped short.

There He was, looming over the crowd, casting a shadow of pure evil.

"Potter." He hissed.

Harry cocked his head to one side.

Then, it started.

All sound in the world seemed to be drowned out, and time seemed to move with slow motion. Simultaneously, they were casting spells, simultaneously, the spells failed. It seemed that both parties were using new wands, as Priori Incantatem did not kick in.

After what seemed like ages, Harry saw his chance. His stinging hex had grazed Voldemort's knee, causing him to buckle. In the split second, Harry hit him with the killing curse.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Now, normally, there would be the rush of energy, the green light, and killing would be through. However, Voldemort's mutilated soul could not stand first being ripped apart billions of times, then each piece being destroyed on by one. The result was a blast of hot white light. All others were safe, as they had all given Harry and Voldemort a very wide berth as they were fighting. Harry, however, sailed through the air, far over the mountains, finally landing, unconscious, in an alley in a muggle town, though, through the blinding light, nobody saw this.

One week later

The rubble of Hogsmead had almost been cleared. New buildings were being rebuilt, and morale was higher than ever.

However, it was also a time of mourning for many. They had located Voldemort's burned and cut body easily, but they had had no such luck with Harry. Now, all that was left to do was attempt to move on with their lives…

Erm… you guys know what to do, right?