"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle, now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live, and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together," Voldemort boomed across the courtyard.

Danny was furious at Voldemort for saying such lies to destroy any hope lingering in Hogwarts. Danny glanced worriedly at the mess of black hair in Hagrid's arms, all he could see from his position. Harry had to play his next move carefully. Unfortunately, Danny had no idea what Harry was going to do. He couldn't even be sure that the wizard wasn't injured and may be unable to fight or move.

Voldemort waved his wand at his snake and the protective bubble vanished. The snake slithered out of the air around Voldemort's shoulders, like a feather boa.

"Come," Voldemort ordered. Hagrid shuffled after Voldemort as the group left the forest edge and the dementors behind to stand proudly in the middle of the courtyard in full view. Hagrid began to mutter miserably under his breath, only just loud enough for Danny to hear his voice sobbing Harry's name. It was heart-wrenching. He didn't know how Harry could stand it. But Danny knew why Harry hadn't revealed the truth. Hagrid would be too overjoyed and relieved to hide the truth.

Danny glanced up to the sky and saw the night sky giving way to grey as dawn approached. Good thing he was used to messed up sleeping patterns from ghost fighting and his time in the order.

"Stop," Voldemort commanded. The Deaths Eaters fanned out in a wide semi-circle behind Voldemort. The inhabitants of the castle filtered out of the castle in another semi-circle. Hermione, Ron, Ginny and a number of others close to Harry shoved their way to the front.

"No!" McGonagall shrieked in horror. Danny flinched at the scream, glancing worriedly at Harry but the teen had kept his act up. Bellatrix laughed. There were more shouts from the castle.

"Silence!" Voldemort cried forcefully. He lifted his wand up and a flash of light and a loud noise stopped any further cries of anguish.

"It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!" Voldemort declared. Hagrid stiffly obeyed, gently placing Harry on the rubble strewn grass.

"You see? Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!" Voldemort announced sharply. Danny fought to keep the glower off his face, for now he had to play his part. Voldemort was wrong. While Harry may have been helped and saved by others sacrificing themselves, most noteworthy being Lily Potter. But there were others. Dumbledore for another. Moody. Sirius. Even Danny had sacrificed things for Harry. Harry had never relied on it.

"He beat you!" Ron roared and triggered others to shout out in anger.

"He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds, killed while trying to save himself-" Voldemort corrected, clearly enjoying the lie. Suddenly Neville broke away from the crowd and charged forward. Bellatrix was quick to disarm and disable Neville.

"And who is this? Who has volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue to fight when the battle is lost?" Voldemort asked in a soft, dangerous voice. Bellatrix gave a short laugh and eagerly offered her knowledge to Voldemort.

Voldemort remarked on Neville's pure-blood status and bravery, suggesting that Neville join the Death Eaters. Neville quickly refused. Voldemort then summoned the sorting hat out of the school and put Neville in a full body bind before shoving the hat onto Neville's head, declaring the three houses other than Slytherin banished. Numerous people in the crowd moved to interject but the Death Eaters raised their wands in clear warning.

"Neville here is now going to demonstrate what happens to anyone foolish enough to continue to oppose me," Voldemort informed the courtyard. Voldemort then flicked his wand at the hat and set it alight. The crowd screamed in horror. Danny took half a step forward to stop the horrific sight, Neville frozen to the spot, on fire and unable to save himself.

But he stopped when chaos erupted. Grawp rounded the side of the castle and spotted Hagrid.

"Hagger!" the giant called. The centaurs of the forest stepped out of the trees and loosed arrows at the Death Eaters, mainly hitting those towards the back, their war cries echoing off the castle walls. The Death Eaters broke ranks in alarm. Even Danny ducked down instinctively. Harry took the moment to yank out his invisibility cloak and hide underneath it. The spell around Neville broke and he threw the hat off of himself and withdrew a glittering sword out of the hat, beheading Voldemort's snake in one fluid movement. Voldemort's giants surged forward and began to beat up Grawp and Hagrid began to shout Harry's name, looking for the apparently dead wizard.

Danny took his chance too. He ignored the hippogriffs taking off to help Grawp against the two giants beating him. He wouldn't be able to beat Voldemort but perhaps he could anger Voldemort enough to make fighting him easier for Harry. As everyone fled from the centaurs and the battling giants into the castle, Danny lunged at Voldemort and tackled the wizard to the ground beside his beheaded snake. Voldemort twisted around and glared at Danny.

"Fenton!" Voldemort growled furiously. Danny gave the wizard a smug smirk.

"Hey Voldemort," Danny retorted.

"You dare!?" Voldemort roared, enraged. Danny got to his feet and pulled out his wand.

"Yep I do. I wanted to have a little chat while Harry got his bearings. And yes, I knew he was alive the whole time," Danny remarked with false calm. Voldemort scrambled to his feet.

"What?" Voldemort hissed.

"Well it's just a couple of points I want to get straight really. First, I never left the order. Dumbledore taught me occlumency when I first joined because I had to keep a lot of secrets. The first being… I'm not a wizard," Danny began, snapping his "wand". It had served its purpose. He dropped both halves to the ground, ignoring the soft crackle and sparks as the spells stored inside were released.

"You're not… a wizard?" Voldemort repeated in disbelief.

"That's right. No magic in me. Completely muggle. But not completely human. I'm half ghost. Muggle accident. Actually you might recognise my other form," Danny taunted and changed into his ghost form.

"Phantom!" Voldemort growled furiously. Danny grinned.

"That's right. I should thank you. Because of the order's need for more power and my need to remove the ghosts from your power, I sought out the throne," Danny informed the wizard. Voldemort raised his wand and cast ectoplasm cleaning spell after ectoplasm cleaning spell at Danny.

Danny jumped into the air and fired ghost rays back at Voldemort, dodging the spells as he went. The fight only lasted seconds but Voldemort managed to land a hit on Danny's leg while the teen threw a ghost ray at Voldemort. Danny screamed in agony, everything around him fading into nothing but blinding pain. Seconds later, his vision cleared and Voldemort was leering over him. He had fallen on the ground.

"I'd rather be doing this to Potter but I'm going to enjoy this," Voldemort snarled. Danny cried out in pain as Voldemort used the cruciatus curse on him. What felt like years later, Voldemort stopped and Danny whimpered in pain, trembling uncontrollably.

"You should never have revealed yourself as a traitor," Voldemort hissed. Danny peered up through his white hair. Voldemort raised his wand and Danny shut his eyes as he accepted what was going to happen. Voldemort was going to kill him. He wished in his mind that he had told Sam how he felt but he also knew it was fairer that Sam not know he had those feelings as he was going to die. He opened his eyes and glared defiantly at Voldemort. He was not going to beg. He was going to face this. Just like Dumbledore. Just like Moody would have. How Sirius did.

Suddenly Voldemort jumped to the side and Danny saw why. The giants had stumbled back and hit the castle, causing part of the roof to start crumbling underneath them. Danny, too weak and in pain to move, was buried alive in the rubble. He couldn't breathe. It was dark. Oppressive. He wanted out. His body was in agony. He tried to struggle but all that happened was the rubble shifted and pinned his chest down, restricting his breathing. His leg felt like it was on fire. He couldn't feel his arm. White spots filled his vision as he passed out due to pain.

That is up to the end of the seventh book now.

The next chapter is another special chapter, Harry's point of view.

Let me know what you think so far.

Happy New Year! This is the last chapter of the year and I think it is a fitting one. I promise, this chapter wasn't planned to fall on New Year's eve, just how it ended up. Dawn the day the war ends on the last day of 2017. Anyway, I hope everyone had an awesome 2017 and I hope everyone has an even better 2018. (Especially since I have exams coming up in a week or so, final year at college so they're kinda important.)

Until the next chapter.