"He was good." Percy whispered as he looked at the man who was drowning in his own blood. The godling had taken upon himself to collect the memories of the dying man. If the truth can come out it will, it would also help in building a case against Death Eaters who might lie that they were under the Imperius curse.

In silence they moved back to the Great Hall, their eyes resting on the wounded. Percy took in a breath and looked closely, Mrs. Weasley was holding onto Fred, fuzzing over him. Then his eyes slid over to the row in the middle of the Hall, where the dead were resting.

Percy had looked at Harry and made sure that the wizard wouldn't run over to Voldemort, but something in him just knew that he would. Percy himself would have done it as well, one sacrifice for the many, minimizing the row from expanding.

He looked at the dead bodies but his breath hitched when it rested on the cold bodies of Remus and Tonks, the new parents of a Teddy Lupin. He wondered if Harry could even take care of a baby.

It was a bit ironic, twisted as well, Harry himself is an orphan and the child of who he is a godfather of, is an orphan as well. With drachmas under their limp hands Percy followed after Harry into Dumbledore's office.

THe boy didn't know that Percy was close behind him, Harry was in his head. Not paying any attention to his surroundings, but they both felt the absence of the ghosts. He went into the office after waiting for a few minutes. Harry was doing whatever he was doing.

He sat in a chair, watching as Harry put his head under the water in the pensive. Percy watched with a grim expression, he had known of Snape's plan of action as well as Dumbledore's plan involving Snape or Harry. "You play a game worthy of the gods." Percy said to the painting of Dumbledore. "Cruel, but necessary for the survival of the majority. But the lives of the rest are lost, dead ."

"It is a game that needs to be played."

"Manipulated, to give you the best results." Percy had snapped. Then Harry flung himself back into the carpet, his face pressed down into it. Dumbledore ran out of the frame, most likely looking around the school.

Harry had fallen onto the carpet with his face first and the boy just stayed there. Percy looked at him and sighed, "War is shit, isn't it?" He gave Harry a faint smile, his energy was depleted and he was so tired.

Harry laughed a little and stayed quiet. Percy stood up and left him alone, his fate was his alone, no matter what the Potter chose to do. Down the steps and into the Great Hall.

Percy clapped on Neville's back and continued walking, no words were needed anymore. He continued to move ahead to where the Order was gathering and he walked in the small room. Immediately he gravitated towards Hermione and he gave her a small smile.

He looked at the war plans laid out on the table and he reached over and adjusted some of the chess pieces, used to describe groups. He had muttered something about leaving a gap in the defence before reaching back to hold Hermione's hand.

They had asked him where Harry was and all Percy could say was that the boy should be in the Headmasters office, where he had last seen him. "You can't be on the front, you're just some kid." Kingsley had said to Percy.

"Put me on the front." Percy replied calmly. "I have more battle experience than any other here." They argued back and forth for some time even Mrs. Weasley got into the argument. Tired of it, Percy twisted his watch and threw down his shield on the table.

Sirius made a noise and Percy grabbed it into his hands again, turning it into a watch again before twisting it and unfolding the trident. Then he reached into his pocket and uncapped the cap of the pen. "Put me on the front. Have I not proven myself enough yet?"

"You're still a kid-"

"Sir, I haven't been a child in a long time anymore." Percy said sharply, instead of the quiet tone he took previously with Chiron. He hadn't been a kid in a long time, when it had been the most important time of his life. "I'll be on the front regardless." He had decided. "I have things to live for." He didn't have to look at Hermione as everyone already knew.

The announcement of Harry's death shook the core in many. Mrs. Weasley collapsed to the ground and Hermione choked out a sob. Percy however knew it in his core and hoped that the gamble Dumbledore had made would win money.

Soundlessly they walked to the front entrance of the Great Hall, the one where Voldemort's voice came from. In his line, the prophecy repeated in his head, over and over. " Defeat the killer, their blood demands ." He muttered to himself as he kept a hand on his watch.

Together they stood there, having already lost the war, supposedly against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Percy just wrapped a waist around Hermione as she tried to run for Harry, his chest ached when he saw Harry, limp in the arms of Hagrid.

The godling held Sirius back in the room, explained Dumbledore's gambit and that he just couldn't be there. Who would Harry have if Sirius fought for a soul who had not passed? A bang sounded along with a flash, but Percy remained glaring at the pale man.

Ron shouted something back at him and Percy just shook his head. He doesn't know what game they're playing here but his eyes narrowed at the snake. Someone pushed between the front line and Hermione shook his arm, pleading to let her go, to do something.

The moment Neville was set, Percy had summed water and doused the boy and Grawpy caused a distraction. On the ground Percy recognized his pouch. Arrows fell from the sky and Percy had shouted out, "The sword!" His voice strained, "My pouch!"

Neville got the sign and grabbed the sword, he swung it over his head and he sliced off the snake's head. Harry was gone from Hagrid's arms and Percy knew that the gambit had worked.

The fight had started inside and Harry was gone. Percy shot between wizards who weren't sparing anyone now. Whoever was there was an enemy to them, and they were right. Left and right Death Eaters dropped, knocked out and casted over by a spell.

His frown deepened and he was snarling now. The trident unfolded in his hands and at the same time, there was Voldemort, fighting against three of what Percy thinks are one of the most influential wizards around. McGonagall, Kingsley and Slughorn.

Harry then revealed himself and one knot in Percy's stomach unfolded itself, the boy tried to do some bullshit of having Voldemort all to himself but Percy wasn't going to let that happen. ' His blood demands .' He recited in his head.

He wondered if Voldemort had gotten his hands on any of his uncles, our cousins. He knows that his great-grandfather was dead, but the man isn't as significant to the godling as his cousins were.

He fought with some Death Eaters while Voldemort and Harry had their moment of talking, arguing. As they had their final words said, Percy's eye caught the glimpse of a clear bottle. It could've been anything but in the moment he did not care. They had their wands out but all they were looking at was their magic.

In the second Percy had his trident out and had thrown it at the Dark Lord. The disarming curse sounded first as the killing curse was choked out partially, along with some blood. That had been the end of the Battle of Hogwarts.

He had found Hermione the moment it was over and he gently bandaged her wounds as he kissed the top of her head. "We've made it." He whispered to her, "That means, we have the house, the kids, everything. I want everything with you Hermione."

A/N:

It might be a bit anticlimactic but I really am not going to overcomplicate things. 28/01/2025 - just now realized that chapter 23 had never been uploaded on this platform. super sorry