AN: I'm busy a lot, sorry for the wait! And I'm having a final chapter after this one, so keep hanging on!

Edit: Sorry that some of you got an email saying I updated, and sure enough, no update. I put this chapter up last night, and upon reading it, wanted to edit it again. So here it is, and enjoy!

The Death Eaters stared at the two bodies laying before them. Lord Voldemort had fired his Killing Curse at Harry, and the boy accepted his fate. Harry wasn't the only one who had fallen, however; Lord Voldemort seemed to have died with him.

Many of the Death Eaters had ran off, not knowing what to do. Rodolphus Lestrange included. Only the ones most fearful remained with Bellatrix.

Lord Voldemort suddenly gave a gasp for air. Bellatrix hurried over to him, kneeling by his chest, checking for a heartbeat.

"My Lord… My Lord… My Lord…" She whispered. Her fingers clenched just above his heart.

"That will do, Bellatrix." Voldemort brushed her hands away and stumbled his way up.

"My Lord, let me-"

"I do not require assistance." he said coldly, averting her eyes.

There were hurried footsteps and whispers scattered all around. None knew how or why, but the boy was dead, and Lord Voldemort had seemingly come back to life a second time.

If Lord Voldemort came back from the dead, where does this put the boy?

"The boy," Bellatrix whispered. "Is he dead?"

Voldemort looked around. "You," he commanded. A small bang came from his wand, hitting Narcissa, who responded with a small screech. "Examine him. Tell me whether he is dead."

Bellatrix's heart pounded furiously. He can't be alive, don't let him be alive… I knew it was going to be over, but I thought we would lose…

Narcissa kneeled over by the boy. There was a silence waiting for her response. After a moment, she stood up and looked onto her fellow Death Eaters.

"Dead."

The crowd cheered. Lord Voldemort laughed.

Bellatrix gave a scream along with the rest of them. Her beloved master, who she had worshipped for years, had finally won.

"You see?" He shouted over the excitement. "Harry Potter is dead by my hand, and no man alive can threaten me now! Watch!" Crucio!"

Harry Potter's body raised from the ground and Voldemort flailed him around as if he were a rag doll. The on looking crowd shrieked with laughter.

"Now," said Voldemort, "we go to the castle, and show them what has become of their hero. Who shall drag the body?" He looked around. "No- Wait-"

Another bang, and Rubeus Hagrid was sent over to take Harry to the castle.

The Death Eaters, led by Voldemort, Bellatrix, and Hagrid, eventually made it to the grounds.

"No!"

"No!"

"Harry! HARRY!"

Bellatrix cackled at them and their misery. Putting their faith into someone so weak, so simple, so selfish…

"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."

There were more shouts yelling at the Death Eaters and Voldemort. With every shout came another laugh for Bellatrix.

He's just a boy! A stupid, power hungry boy that seeks only for himself…

"SILENCE!" Voldemort yelled. There was a flash of light, and silence was brought upon them all. "It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!"

"You see?" Voldemort said as the boy was set down. "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! He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds," Voldemort smiled, and Bellatrix laughed even harder. "killed while trying to save himself-"

He was cut of by the roaring crowd that had overcome his spell. Another flash, and they went silent again.

Except for one boy. He had broken free from the crowd to charge Voldemort. Voldemort disarmed the attacker, causing him to fall to the ground. Voldemort threw the boy's wand aside.

"And who is this?" Voldemort said. "Who has volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue to fight when the battle is lost?

Bellatrix recognized the boy and laughed madly.

"It is Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The boy who has been giving the Carrows so much trouble! The son of the Aurors, remember?"

Voldemort smiled. "Ah, yes, I remember. But you are a pureblood, aren't you, my brave boy?" Neville's hands clenched into fists.

"So what if I am?" he shouted.

"You show spirit and bravery, and you come of noble stock. You will make a very valuable Death Eater. We need your kind, Neville Longbottom."

"I'll join you when hell freezes over," Neville said. "Dumbledore's Army!" he cheered, and the crowd cheered along with him. Voldemort's silencing charms seemed unable to hold the crowd.

At the cheers, Bellatrix's giggles turned to snarls. They can't do anything now, they ought to stop trying… Longbottom… wish I had the opportunity to kill the whole family myself…

"Very well," said Voldemort. "If that is your choice, Longbottom, we revert to the original plan. On your head, be it."

Voldemort flicked his wand, and a small bird broke through the castle windows. As it soared over their heads, it dropped what is had been carrying- The Sorting Hat.

He lifted the hat into the air. The Death Eaters slowly raised their wands to hold off the Hogwarts fighters.

"There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School," said Voldemort. "There will be no more Houses. The emblem, shield, and colors of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, will suffice for everyone. Won't they, Neville Longbottom?" With two flicks of his wand, Voldemort had set the hat on fire and rooted Neville to the ground, unable to move a single part of his body.

"Neville here is now going to demonstrate what happened to anyone foolish enough to continue to oppose me," Voldemort said, and with a final flick of his wand, the hat began to drop.

And then many things happened at the same time.

The Hogwarts fighters had began to fight the Death Eaters. The body of Harry Potter had seemingly disappeared, but Bellatrix ignored the thought. She ran off to battle the others.

Seconds after she left her lover's side, she whipped around to hear a scream of fury coming from Voldemort. Nagini's head spun in the air. Looking around, Bellatrix saw Neville wielding the sword of Gryffindor.

Then, A red spark of flight flew right past Bellatrix's arm as her back was turned. She whipped around to face her opponent; The Weasley girl had challenged her.

Bellatrix laughed as she dueled the girl with ease, dodging her every spell, playing with her. A white-haired girl came in for the fight, and soon came the one she tortured months ago at the Manor. She was fighting the three teenagers, who were all trying their hardest, but were no match for Bellatrix.

After a while, Bellatrix shouted over to the Weasley girl in a horrible mock baby tone.

"Come out, come out, little baby!" She danced around the curses from the other two, but did not counterattack, aiming to finish off the redhead first. "Is the little baby Weasley sad that her precious Harry Potter is dead? Ha ha ha!"

A green jet of light narrowly missed Bellatrix's head.

"Ooooooh, baby Weasley wants to play the big girl's game now, does she?" Bellatrix brandished her wand. "Well, well, well, we'll just have to see about that-"

The Killing Curse missed Bellatrix's target by less than an inch. Just before Bellatrix could finish her off, there was a shout directed towards Bellatrix.

"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!" Mama Weasley had come to play.

Bellatrix roared with laughter at the sight of her opponent. Even more after she pushed students away.

"OUT OF MY WAY! No! Get back! Get back! She is mine!"

Most of the other battles had slowed, hundreds now watched the fights between Voldemort and his three opponents and between Bellatrix and Molly Weasley.

"What's so special about that one, Mummy? You've got spares! What's gonna happen if she's gone?" Bellatrix cackled.

Molly Weasley shot a green curse at Bellatrix. The curse narrowly missed her opponent- both women aimed to kill.

As the duel wore on, Mrs. Weasley became more tired, as did Bellatrix. Bellatrix used this opportunity to taunt her opponent.

"What will happen to your children when I've killed you?" She cackled. "When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?"

"You-will-never-touch-our-children-again!" Molly screamed.

Bellatrix stopped moving for a minute to take in a bout of mad laughter. It was an exhilarated laugh, letting out every emotion of madness. She lifted her wand to finish her opponent, but a green jet of light was already zooming towards her. Bellatrix's eyes opened wide and she knew exactly what was about to happen before it did.

The last second of Bellatrix's life went by incredibly slowly. Molly Weasley stared in shock of what she had done, and the entire crowd had began to cheer.

Her beloved master had seen the fight. Lord Voldemort screamed in fury.

But not sorrow. Bellatrix thought. Fury.

And the last thing she saw was Harry Potter.

"Protego!" He shouted, and pulled off his invisibility cloak. All along he had been there alive.

Maybe because he had loved, Bellatrix thought. I did not die fighting for love… I have been fighting against love…

The thoughts Bellatrix had heard earlier were right.

He will not win, Bellatrix. And he will never love you.

The green spell hit her square at her heart. Her body hit the floor with a thud, and everything was gone.