"It matters not! It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore's, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path! I crushed them as I crushed your mother, Snape's supposed great love! Oh, but it all makes sense, Potter, and in ways that you do not understand!" Voldemort shrieked.

Minerva could have scoffed. In ways that Harry potter could not understand? Foolish Riddle...

"Dumbledore was trying to keep the Elder Wand from me! He intended that Snape should be the true master of the wand! But I got ahead of you, little boy – I reached the wand before you could get your hands on it, I understood the truth before you caught up. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago, and the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny is truly mine! Dumbledore's last plan went wrong, Harry Potter!"

Minerva's heart sank. If Voldemort did indeed have the elder wand- she glanced at it and with cold dread recognized it as the same wand Dumbledore had been using for years.- they were sure to be doomed. the most powerful wand in the hands of the most dangerous wizard. Never a good combination.

But to her surprise Harry didn't look like this bothered him at all.

"Yeah it did. You're right."

At this Minerva's heart could have jumped to her throat but it didn't because there was calmness in the statement. Harry continued.

"But before you try to kill me, I'd advise you to think about what you've done… Think, and try for some remorse, Riddle…"

Minerva could have probably burst with pride. Harry was always giving people seond chances even to people who didn't deserve them, like Voldemort.

"You dare -?"

Of course he dared, he's a Gryffindor you bloody slytherin! Thought Minerva.

"Yes, I dare, because Dumbledore's last plan hasn't backfired on me at all. It's backfired on you, Riddle."

"That wand isn't working properly for you, because you murdered the wrong person. Severus Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. He never defeated Dumbledore."

"He killed -"

What an idiot! Like did he not litsen to a word Harry said? THought Minerva incrediously.

"Aren't you listening? Snape never beat Dumbledore! Dumbledore's death was planned between them! Dumbledore intended to die undefeated, the wand's last true master! If all had gone as planned, the wand's power would have died with him, because it had never been won from him!"

Minerva sighed. Dumbledore wasn't the wands last true master... but if Voldemort wasn't the true master of it... then who was?

"But then, Potter, Dumbledore as good as gave me the wand! I stole the wand from its last master's tomb! I removed it against its last master's wishes! Its power is mine!"

Minerva frowned. Voldemort just didn't get it.

"You still don't get it, Riddle, do you? Possessing the wand isn't enough! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it really yours."

Minerva was impressed with Harry's knowlege with wands. He'd be good in wandlore... but he wasn't finished.

Didn't you listen to Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard… the Elder Wand recognised a new master before Dumbledore died, someone who never even laid a hand on it. The new master removed the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never realising exactly what he had done, or that the world's most dangerous wand had given him its allegiance… The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy."

Minerva's eyebrows were high on her forhead.

But she understood. It was because Malfoy had disarmed Albus in the astronomy tower.

And now, Severus had been killed for no reason.

"But what does it matter?" Voldemort's voice was nothing louder than Nagini's hiss. Sounded like it too. "Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: we duel on skill alone… and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy…"

Harry didn't have his wand?

"But you're too late. You've missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took this wand from him."

He twitched his wand and Minerva looked at it. It was indeed Malfoy's wand...

"So it all comes down to this, doesn't it?" Harry whispered. "Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does… I am the true master of the Elder Wand."

Minerva's hands flew up to her mouth.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

She watched as the two spells collided, the elder wand spinning in the air, Voldemort falling back.

Then she was running forward, and hugged Harry never being more proud for a Gryffindor.

She pulled back from the crowd, saw Seamus and threw her arms around him.

He looked surprised but this was no time for awkwardness.

She grinned at him.

He smiled back.

"You fought really well Seamus."

"You too Professor."

She turned away still grinning.

People were still crowding around Harry.

Minerva waved her wand and the house tables were replaced.

The whole of the great hall shone in the dazzling light of the sun.

Minerva knew it was over.

They could live in peace once more.

A/N

WOAH! It's oovveerr! HEHEHEHE I was thinking of writing about like the first part like when Harry was off destroying Horxcruxes. I would write about how Minerva attempts to protect her students and everything. Also One shots about how everyone reacts when they think Harry's dead. Like Molly Weasley, Ron, hermione, Ginny, Pomona(maybe) and those people. tell me what you think!