First off - Disclaimer: I reckon we all know I am NO J.K. Rowling. I'm a tad too young for that, ay?

So I think you all should know by now that I have a major tendency to leave out words. Or misspell them. Yeah, I don't mean to. It to, it just happens.

And, as my last A.N. said, it was 2 in the morning when I wrote these. Forgive anything that might be wrong. I apologize in advance if NOTHING makes he slightest bit of sense.

It was Ginny's cry that had me lurching towards her, catching her around the waist as she tried to get close to him. I held her back with difficulty until she collapsed in my arms, taking us both sinking to the ground.

With difficulty, I pulled her back to her feet as the crowd around us started shouting and screaming abuse at the Death Eaters that walked ever closer to us.

"SILENCE!" cried Voldemort. With a bang and a flash of light, our voices were gone.

Turning to Ron, I saw that he, too, couldn't speak. We had been Silenced. "It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet. It's right where he belongs!"

Anger boiled inside me as I watched Hagrid gingerly place Harry on the ground in front of Voldemort.

"See?" Voldemort asked the silent crowd in front of him. He began pacing back in forth in front of Harry's body. "Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now? Do you see the truth? He was nothing but a boy who relied on other people to sacrifice themselves for him!"

Ron lurched forward, anger etched on every line of his face.

"He beat you!" Ron yelled, his voice so loud, I had to resist clapping my hands over my ears. But he broke the Silence charm and suddenly, the Hogwarts students were shouting at Voldemort and the Death Eaters once more.

BANG!

We were Silenced once more.

"He was killed while trying to sneak away," Voldemort said, laughing cruelly, no amusement in the laugh. "He was killed trying to save himself – "

Someone charged at Voldemort, but there was another bang and another flash of light, sending the would-be attacker flying backwards.

"And who is this?" he asked, his voice a soft hiss. "Who has volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue to fight when the battle has been lost?"

Someone who sounded too much like Bellatrix Lestrange let out a delighted cackle.

"It's Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The boy who has been the Carrows so much trouble! The son of the Aurors I tortured!"

"Oh, I remember," Voldemort said, looking at Neville. "But you are a Pureblood. I do not wish to spill your blood."

"So? You'd do it to anyone!" Neville spit. "You'd kill a Pureblood in a heartbeat. And I'll die before I join you!"

Voldemort laughed and walked around Neville.

"My dear boy," he said, his high voice cruel, "you have no say in the matter. You are brave and come of noble stock. You will make a valuable Death Eater. We need people like you, Neville. Oh yes. You shall make a wonderful Death Eater."

"I will never…be a Death Eater," Neville spat. Voldemort merely laughed. "I will join you…when hell freezes over! DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY!"

The crowd roared once more, causing Voldemort's eyes to flash even more red than usual. He sneered and walked away, back to his Death Eaters.

"Very well," he said coldy. "If that is your choice, Longbottom, on your head, so be it."

Not making a sound, Voldemort sent his wand through the air and, after a few moments, the Sorting Hat landed with a soft thump in front of Neville.

Oh, Neville! I thought as Bellatrix strode forward and shoved the old hat onto Neville's head.

"From now on," Voldemort said, his cold, high voice ringing over the silent, watchful crowd, "there will be no more sorting. The only symbol on the Hogwarts crest shall be a serpent. There shall be no more Houses. The only House there shall be will be Slytherin. I don't think there will be objections, do you, Longbottom?"

I watched, horrified, as Voldemort pointed his wand at the Hat, setting it on fire while it say atop Neville's head.

Screams split the air while Neville, forced to stay still, screamed at Hat that was on fire on his head.

I wanted to do something! I wanted to put out the fire, do something! But before I even could think of a thing to do to save Neville from the flaming hat, a commotion at the Forest caught everyone's attention and people came running, swarming the castle grounds, while what appeared to be Grawp came lumbering around, yelling, "HAGGER!"

His cry for his brother was answered by the other giants, who charged him.

Turning to Ron, he pulled Ginny and me away, back towards the castle.

We ran up the crushed steps and back into the Great Hall.

We had just reached the doors when Hagrid's cry echoed over to us.

"HARRY! WHERE'S HARRY?"

Everything was chaotic as we were pushed inside by the crowd.

Even though Ron had had a tight grip on both Ginny and me, he was suddenly gone and Bellatrix was in his place.

I back away, terrified at the horrendous witch in front of me. She grinned wickedly, her disgusting, black teeth showing.

Ginny stood beside me and, suddenly, Luna was on the other side.

They started firing off curses at the witch, who danced around them as if they were nothing.

I stood rooted to the spot, the night she tortured me fresh in my mind. The searing pain on my arm, the kicks, the Cruciatious Curse.

Suddenly, I was beyond furious.

With a yell, I began sending curse after curse after the witch, anger hazing my vision. But despite the fact that Ginny, Luna, and I fought her, were we no match for her.

We began backing away, still firing jinx after jinx at her.

A jet of green light flew past my left arm and I quickly jumped away from it.

I pulled Ginny out of the way just as a Killing Curse was sent at her.

I was furious. I wanted to kill this bitch.

Just as I shot out a curse, I heard someone scream, "NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"

Mrs. Weasley shoved us aside, shouting, "OUT OF MY WAY!"

Ginny, Luna, and I dove aside and watched in awe at Molly Weasley wielding her wand in ways I had never dreamed I'd see.

Both witches were aiming to kill and I was terrified for Mrs. Weasley. What if she was killed? What about Ron and Ginny and George and Mr. Weasley.

I was disgusted to learn I was having the same thoughts as Bellatrix the Crazy.

"What will happen to your children when I've killed you?" taunted Bellatrix, throwing another curse at Mrs. Weasley. "What will happen Mummy's gone the same way as precious, little Freddie?"

Mrs. Weasley let out a bellow of rage and, just as Bellatrix let out an exhilarated laugh, Mrs. Weasley's curse struck Bellatrix beneath her outstretched arm, right over her heart.

Bellatrix's smile froze and her eyes widened, as if she knew, in that fraction of a second, what had happened.

She toppled over, very much dead.

Well, let me know, eh? I know, I know. This is a chapter right after my last one. But what can I say? I'm rather eager to get these out seeing as I wrote three in one night. I was on a roll!

Ya know the drill! Review, k?

-LovelyAlice831-