Sacred Magic
A/N: So this is the basis of the original parody I wrote. Dumbledore was alive for it, so I have kept his death out, please just role with it.
The battle was dire. Voldemort and his Death Eaters had forced their way onto the grounds of Hogwarts and had beaten everyone back into the Great Hall. The barricades were in place however the banging outside of those who stayed to fight were getting closer. The wounded and the lost were laid out on the ground. Professors, frightened students, and those helping the wounded were looking around in worry.
"Don't worry," Dumbledore assured everyone as best he could. "So long as Harry is alive, we still have hope."
"No one has seen him in over an hour," McGonagall exclaimed. "He went into the forest to confront Voldemort and that was the last we saw."
Almost as if on que, the windows of the Great Hall smashed inward, and a dark cloud flew in to settle on the raised dais where the teachers table usually was. As the black smoke cleared away, there stood Voldemort, a wicked smile on his face. "Did I hear you ask about Harry Potter? He lies dead in the forest, sacrificed to me."
"No!" yelled Dumbledore, racing to the middle of the room, pointing his wand at Voldemort. "I won't let you do this Tom."
"Ah, Dumbledore," Voldemort bowed in a mocking way. "I know you'd challenge me to the death to protect Hogwarts, but I did some research. The Elder Wand is your wand, isn't it?" The room was full of gasps as people realised what he meant. Dumbledore didn't answer. "Indeed. Now, I have read the text several times. The wand cannot lose in battle, so that means I'd inevitably lose. But…" he flicked his own wand towards himself like a beckoning gesture, and Dumbledore's wand flew out of his hand to be caught by Voldemort. "How will you win without it?"
Dumbledore went to take a step back, but was blasted across the room by Voldemort, who then fired a second shot that hit McGonagall as she was running up to join the fray. Both sprawled to the ground. Voldemort started laughing as he raised both wands, changing the enchantment on the ceiling to be cloudy and represent the morsmordre curse.
"It is getting worse by the minute. Dumbledore, Harry Potter has failed." McGonagall had pulled herself up enough to support a very stunned Dumbledore. "We are all doomed. What will we do?"
"We can't give up. There must be something we can…"
With a loud bang, the doors to the Great Hall flew open, just missing the floored Dumbledore. In marched Harry Potter, glaring at Voldemort.
"Harry's alive," called McGonagall, forgetting herself. "Harry, you can't give up. You must defeat Voldemort, we are all depending on you."
Voldemort, who had heard this, looked at Harry Potter, astonished and furious.
"I saw you die."
"Should have killed me harder then," Harry retorted.
"Then I suppose battle is the only way we are going to end this," Voldemort raised his own wand, setting the Elder Wand aside. He knew that since he hadn't taken it from Dumbledore in a duel, it wouldn't work as well for him. Even if he won, he might not survive the injuries from spells he couldn't deflect, anf therefore be taken down by any other attacker.
"We had better get this over with," Voldemort bowed to Harry, more respectfully than he had to Dumbledore.
"We had better." Harry bowed back.
"You don't know what you're dealing with, Potter. Say good-BYE" Voldemort cast a spell at Harry, who arched his wand arm back over his shoulder with a bolt of magic, causing a blast of energy and a cloud of dust arose from the destruction caused. When the dust cleared, Harry was nowhere to be seen.
"So easy? What a pity." Voldemort mocked.
"Not so," Harry appeared from under his invisibility cloak, a few meters back from the blast. "In the name of Hogwarts, all my fallen friends and those who have gone before, I will defeat you." Harry's determination radiated and Voldemort stepped back in uncertainty.
"Harry, you've got to believe in yourself, everyone is counting on you," Called McGonagall.
"Don't worry professor, I'm not afraid anymore."
"YOU SHOULD BE!" roared Voldemort as he cast Avada Kedavra straight at Harry. He was too quick and cast Expelliarmus back. He and Voldemort, for the last time, were locked by their wands in a Priori Incantatem. The rings of magic flared out around the room, and the sparks flew from the point where their two wands met. Their willpower, it seemed, was matched, as the sparks weren't moving.
"What is this?" Voldemort demanded as the central point wouldn't move.
"You haven't studied as hard as you should have." Harry called back. "Priori Incantatem Escalation!" Harry called. The magic from both their wands intensified and the green and red beams became more iridescent. However it seemed the power increase was beginning to help Voldemort more than Harry. The middle of the beam was starting to move towards Harry.
"Why do you do this? Why do you go to such lengths to defy me?" Voldemort was looking Harry dead in the eye. "You dream of a peaceful future, but you will eventually realise that this world is nothing but bickering and misconduct. Blood traitors and those who aren't worthy."
"Because I have faith in those around me. I believed in my friends; my fallen companions all gave their lives for the same vision as me."
"Faith in what, Harry? Love? Friendship? The trust between people, guided by magic?" Voldemort laughed wickedly as the meeting point came ever closer to Harry.
"I believe in the world we fought to protect. I believe in equality for all wizard and muggle kind. That peace is an option for everyone."
"You fool, Harry. There will never be peace because there will be no understanding." The pressure was building, and Harry had to put both hands on his wand to keep it steady and slow the incoming magic, which was less than a meter from him.
"I will believe to my dying breath, because there is more than me who believes" Harry bellowed.
His mind drifted out of Hogwarts to the battlegrounds outside. All his friends had died out there, one way or another. Killing curses, giant attacks, vampires ripping them apart. They had all died to maintain what they all believed in.
He could even hear their voices. While it was all a whisper, four voices stood out as they called to him.
"Hey Harry. I'll help you with this assignment if you want." It was Hermione, his truest friend. She'd come so far from their first year. From the terrified bookworm to a young woman who radiated confidence.
"Yeah Pottah!" Draco suddenly spat in his ear. "Let us help you and stop hogging the limelight." Draco. Despite everything, Harry knew Draco was misguided and a talented wizard. Perhaps Draco valued peace over death.
"Come on Harry," came Luna's soft tones. "We still have many interesting adventures to go on." The wonderfully talented and insightful Luna Lovegood. She was the one who helped Harry while he grieved for Cedric.
"Come on Harry. We didn't know each other well enough when it ended. We need to keep fighting for the betterment of the world."
"Cedric?" Harry asked aloud. "My friends, please I need you."
"Even in your final moments, you recall your friend I killed? How pitiful. Even now, you cannot save him!" Voldemort put another push into the energy, which was now inches away from reaching Harry's wand.
As Harry brought his thoughts back to the moment, he focused on the task at hand, the pressure forcing him to his knees.
"I need you!" Harry called. As he looked at his wand, he saw four ghostly hands reach out to hold his wand. Each sleeve cuff displayed the four different Hogwarts houses. Harry suddenly and instinctively knew what he had to do. He waited to hear the words being called. As he held on, the hands grew more corporeal.
"Ravenclaw Power!"
"Gryffindor Power"
"Slytherin Power"
"Hufflepuff Power"
"COSMIC HGOWARTS POWER" Yelled Harry as the power surged through him. "CHARGE!"
Four lights of magic, each the same colour as a Hogwarts house, swarmed around him and then into his wand and met at the tip. With Harry's yell, the ball of light that had formed there launched down the connection of the Priori Incantatem, forcing Voldemort's magic back.
"What is this?" Voldemort cried, as he tried to push the sacred magic back. He managed to slow it for a moment before it launched again.
"This can't be! NO!" Voldemort screamed as the light engulfed his wand and then his body, disappearing in a bright flare of light that then dissipated, leaving only the Elder Wand behind.
As the four ghosts disappeared from around Harry, he collapsed to the floor. He could barely hear or feel anything as people swarmed around him, trying to get a reaction.
Behind all the people leaning over him, Harry saw a ghostly figure standing there. Harry felt so weak, but he was able to focus on the ghost. If he had to guess, he thought he knew the face from inside Dumbledore's office and the portraits there.
"What do you want?" it seemed to ask. The voice was a female voice which was calm and soothing while also suggesting it took command.
"I want…" Harry whispered. "I want to live peacefully… with all my friends…"
Harry blacked out, his breathing and heart stopped.