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Immediately, when the death eaters were out of the great hall, and the crack of dissaperation had faded, everyone turned to look at Fred and Harry, even the other Weasleys. Some of the fighters looked shocked, others confused, but all with some amount of accusation.
"Everyone, as you heard her we only have an hour." Minerva McGonagall's voice snapped people back to attention, and they resumed what they had been doing.
The tension in the Great Hall was tangible. Everyone was nervous, and rightly so. Only an hour.
McGonagall rushed over to where Fred and Harry were still standing.
"Care to tell me what that was about, ?" her tone was hushed, and her lips were pursed, obviously referring to when Bellatrix had screamed on him and called him a traitor.
Fred studied her and then shrugged, "I was a spy for the Order, as a death eater." his voice was purposefully nonchalant, and uncaring, looking forward to seeing what her reaction would be.
She looked momentarily surprised, before her expression cleared, and she nodded.
"Yes, there seem to be quite a few spies running around."
Fred blinked rapidly, wondering what she meant, and if she knew the identity of any other spies. Before he could ask her, she had walked away, over to one of the other teachers, and was helping with something. Fred was left gaping after her, in obvious confusion.
For the better part of the next hour, Fred helped to heal injured people, and move the bodies of the dead. It was a gruesome task, but unfortunately, during his time as a death eater, he had seen a lot of dead bodies- some of whom he had killed- and was used to dealing with them.
When the hour was up, Harry Potter was long gone, and the death eaters had shown up to the great hall.
They marched in, dark robes billowing behind them. Voldemort himself was at the front of the pack, his red eyes roaming, looking for one person in particular. His eyes stopped on Fred momentarily, before they continued, looking for the Boy Who Lived. And not finding him.
Behind the dark lord, Bellatrix stood, off to his side, cackling, showing that she was clearly insane, and her time in Azkaban surely hadn't help her any. She was the only death eater that didn't have a mask on, all of the others were wearing theirs with obvious pride. Their posture was straight and heads were high. Many hadn't bothered to pull up hoods, revealing long hair in many cases.
The dark stopped walking, only when they were yards away, less than 20, did they stop. One by one, they all took off their masks as one, revealing faces full of triumphant glory. It was plain that in their minds, at least, they had won.
Fred, to his relief, immediately spotted his fellow spies. Severus was up front, just because the dark lord, thought that he was completely loyal and useful. Luna and Neville were also very close to the front, only feet away from Voldemort himself, because they were known light supporters, and hopefully- for the dark- their 'betrayal', would shock and weaken the Light.
As the light took in the dark, their were gasps of shock and horror, and Fred imagined that people had located the 'traitors'.
Lord Voldemort stepped forward, and opened his arms wide. He grinned a nasty grin, full of malice and death.
"Harry Potter is dead."
The dark behind him laughed and jeered cruelly. The light screamed and some ran forward, Fred caught Ginny as she ran forward, but Ron and Hermione ran past him.
The dark, for some unknown reason, all put their masks on, though Fred had mesmerized where his friends, and fellow traitors, were standing out of habit.
When the screams of the light reached a high point, Voldemort flicked his wand at the crowd and they were silenced.
"Yes. He is dead. Killed by my hand as he running away."
Fred sought out Severus in the jumble of death eaters, and made eye contact, silently asking. Ever so slowly he shook his head, and Fred had to fight back a grin, and rose his voice to a shout.
It was dumb really, they didn't even have a body to prove their claim of his death.
"You liar! He beat you! Harry Potter forever!" his cry was met with an accompanying cry from the rest of the light side, at least those who could break out of the silencing spell.
Voldemort's eyes swiveled to Fred, and they narrowed into slits.
"Ah yes, Fred Weasley, the most recent traitor, and the only one to live. That will be remideaded soon enough though, don't worry." his voice was silky and soft, though no one had trouble hearing him, and no one missed the threat in his voice.
"Don't you think that you should allow people to join you, or unjoin you..." Fred raised his question quickly, knowing that it would get a result.
Both of the separate crowds stirred uneasily and turned their attentions to either Fred or Voldemort. No one noticed that Luna chuckled slightly and looked up, that Draco, unseen to all, smirked and shot an evil look at his father, and that Severus and Neville exchanged a look. Bellatrix shrieked and stared at him wide eyed, at the implication that there were other traitors in their ranks. Fred smirked at her.
Voldemort really didn't have a choice, he could refuse to do it and live, possibly die, with the uncertainty that there were more disloyals, waiting to stab him in the back.
He glared at Fred, before sweeping his arms in a wide, grand gesture.
"Very well, everyone that wishes to join the cause may do so, and any that wish to join the Light, may do so, with no ill consequences, for the moment. Step forward now." his voice had turned into a low hiss, as his eyes studied the light side in front of him.
Gasps of astonishment were heard, as Severus Snape, mask on the ground, stepped forward, and ever so slowly, walked over to the light side, standing next to Fred. Severus smirked at Bellatrix, who was growling at him.
The gasps had barely died down, when a figure, taking off their mask as they went, walked forward. It was Draco Malfoy. His father, tried to stop him, but was stopped by Voldemort, whose eyes were fixed on Draco maliciously. His mother, on the other hand, began to sob into her hands. Draco stopped, however, in between the two sides, and looked back.
He didn't look at his parents, except to glare at his father, when he looked back.
"Love, are you coming?"
For a moment the entire hall was silent and confused. The silence was broken with the cold, certain footsteps of the boots of another masked death eater. A little ways before she reached him, she took off her mask, revealing Luna Lovegood. She walked the rest of the way towards her boyfriend, who was waiting for her with his hand out, and she took it. The two walked to the light side, hand in hand. Their chins were both up, eyes cold, each looking every part the perfect pureblood couple, like Malfoys. Ironically, both had their death eater masks in their unoccupied hands,and it was moments before anyone in the hall moved again.
Luna had been an assassin, and only recently promoted to the Inner Circle, alongside Draco, who was already in it. Her betrayal, though no one knew how long it had been coming, would shake the Dark's very foundations. Almost as much as Severus's had.
The next, and last, to move from the dark to the light, publically, was Neville. He had already shed his mask and as he walked, dropped it to the ground. The only shock surrounding Neville was, of course that he had ever been a death eater, traitor or not. It seemed that no one had noticed him earlier when the masks were off. He had kept the secret of his mark very well, and only Severus and one Unspeakable knew, outside of the Weasleys who had been told earlier that day.
The Dark and Light both waited, uneasy, to see if anyone else would switch sides.
The next shock of the night was when Ginny Weasley walked from the Light side to the Dark.
She picked up the mask that Neville had dropped, and made to place it over her own face, when Voldemort shook his head at her. Voldemort turned to Fred, who sputtered in shock and confusion.
"But, I never saw you at meetings, or raids, you can't be a death eater!"
Ginny smirked cruelly at him, and sighed.
"Oh Fred, poor, poor, Fred. I was disguised, you did see me, you just never knew it was me.
"I was so happy, when I thought that you had joined the death eaters, but of course, you can never be too safe, and so I never revealed myself to you, or anyone else of course. You're a dirty traitor, Fred, and we- I- crush traitors." she smiled sweetly, but her voice was venomous, and Fred actually took a step back. Though used to Death Eater threats though he was. Ginny finished putting on the mask, and slipped into the ranks, welcomed by her fellow death eaters.
The rest of the Weasley family was in shock, so much so that none of them, except for Fred, noticed when footsteps began to appear in front of them leading directly to Voldemort. The entirety of the hall, including Voldemort, had noticed by now, and all were waiting, confused.
The footsteps had stopped, as if an invisible figure were standing there, waiting. Suddenly, with a flourish, Harry Potter, not dead, pulled the invisibility cloak of his father off of him, and pointed his wand at him.
Voldemort, even if none of his death eaters were, was prepared. His wand was out in front of him, and moments later, protruding beams of green and red light met.
"Stand back, he's mine!" Voldemort yelled over his shoulder, eyes still fixed on Harry.
"No one else approach, I don't want anyone else to be hurt. This ends here." Harry yelled, not even bothering to turn his head.
Harry had been watching the proceedings, hidden under the invisibility cloak, safe from the prying eyes of both death eaters and light fighters.
The snake was dead. Voldemort had been careless to leave the body of Harry lying where it had fallen, when Harry had confronted Voldemort in the forest. Harry had recovered faster than Voldemort, and while he was still down, had killed the snake (he had the actual sword of Gryffindor with him, from when he, Hermione and Ron had gotten it only recently, when Snape told him he had to die). After killing the snake, the final horcrux, as the one in him had died from the confrontation only moments earlier between Harry and Voldemort, he had ran into the night, cloak overhead. He had waited, and followed the death eaters when they marched back into the castle, then snuck into the ranks of the light, waiting to get close enough to strike Voldemort.
The green bolt of light from Voldemort was weakening, becoming shorter and shorter. Most of Voldemort's soul was gone, dead and moved on, and without most of his soul alive, he couldn't perform magic at his best, and Harry easily had more magical ability at the time.
The green bolt was almost gone, Voldemort staggered back, falling to his knees. Harry stepped forward, a merciless but sad look on his face.
The red beam advanced, finally hitting Voldemort, right where his heart was.
He fell back, onto the ground.
Dead.
Both beams of light disintegrated, one having failed and the other having won.
It was silent in the great hall for moments, before Bellatrix fell to her knees, sobbing wholeheartedly. That seemed to wake up the Order and Light, and the all snapped to attention, rushing past Harry, who was still frozen, and flying at the death eaters. Most of the death eaters fleed. Bellatrix had been apperated out by her husband. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, didn't even attempt to leave, they both stood still, staring, not at the body of the dark lord, but at their son. Draco was now passionately kissing Luna, rooted to the same spot that he had been when he publicly claimed loyalty to the light and joined them.
The death eaters that had been caught, were being held in both Ministry waiting cells, and Azkaban (that no longer had Dementors), awaiting trials. Up and down the country, people were waking up from the imperious curse, and death eaters were still being caught daily. The war was, at last over, though the wounds it delt would take years to heal, if they ever did.
