Authors Note: own nothing except the plot. I also what to thank my Beta Mabel! Thanks
so much for putting up with me!
Once again, the trio had been successful at capturing and destroying one of Voldemort's Horcrux. Six had been destroyed and only one more remained. The small sliver that resided inside Voldemort himself.
Since Dumbledore's death, Harry had taken over the leadership of Order of the Phoenix and had called a meeting as soon as the Horcrux was destroyed. Everyone attended; new and old members. Everyone looked scared and nervous, yet still determined. All of the Order's weapons and equipment were at Hogwarts, and all students who were not willing or able to fight were given portkeys to a safe haven located in France. Once there, Madame Maxime would provide shelter for the students at Beauxbatons.
Meanwhile, Madame Pomfrey was prepared with potions, spell books, and many the entire hospital wing at Hogwarts to take in the casualties of the upcoming war. Molly and Ginny Weasley would be helping her with those who needed it.
As the sun went down on that fateful day, everyone looked anxious as they waited for the final battle to begin. Everything was ready, and everyone was huddled in little groups with their families and their friends, all trying to block out imminent thoughts of war. Harry stood in the middle of the room looking around at all the people crowded together in the Great Hall knowing very well it might be the last time he saw them. Hermione and Ron sat in a corner deep in conversation, and when they saw Harry watching them, they immediately beckoned him over. The three friends sat down and spoke about nothing at first, each deep in their own thoughts and all very nervous for what they were about to do.
"So I suppose this could be the last time the three of us sit together," Harry said looking down.
"Yeah mate… I guess you're right," Ron solemnly agreed.
Hermione looked at the two boys in front of her and burst into tears. She had tried to be brave and strong for so long that it welled up inside her ready to burst in an instant. As Harry and Ron tried to calm her down, flashes of light began to make their way over top of the Forbidden Forest. The enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall had streaks of red, green blue and purple as it is enchanted to appear as the sky would. People looked up to the ceiling and stared, transfixed with fear of what was about to come.
"May I have everyone's attention please," Remus Lupin stood up and spoke. "The battle will be upon us within minutes, please break off into your squadrons."
There were six different squadrons in their mission, each serving a different purpose. Harry and Remus had sat down weeks ago, for about two days to designate the squadron leaders, and who was to be in them. The first was the medical squadron, those who would be recovering bodies and transporting the injured to Madame Pomfrey, her assistants and the other Healers. This squadron was commanded by Hermione. The second was the aerial squadron who would be attacking from above on broomsticks as well as scanning the battle from a bird's view. This squadron was commanded by Ron. The third squadron was the first wave of the ground assault, led by Kingsley Shacklebolt. Fourth, was the second wave of the ground assault led by Remus Lupin. Fifth was the third wave of the ground assault led by Tonks and sixth was the remainder of the aurors whose job it was to ensure that Harry got the chance to battle Voldemort alone. Harry would be hidden among the ranks of the sixth squadron and when the time was right, he would separate to face the evil wizard.
An explosion interrupted the silence on the grounds of Hogwarts, and it immediately became clear that the war beginning. It was the signal for the airborne squadron to take action. This also signalled the first wave of the ground assault to take their positions.
The entire scene before them quickly became a nightmare. Dementors, trolls, giants, dragons, and hundreds of Death Eaters flooded the school grounds. The Forbidden Forest caught fire and the heat from the blaze was so unbearable that fighting near it became a hazard. Thick smoke immediately dispersed into the sky combining with the miserable images emanating from the Dementors to effectively block out the rays of moonlight that had served as their only light source. As the first squadrons went into action, many wizards from both sides began to fall with a menagerie of spells blazing in the smoky air. Bodies lay tangled on the ground, many so grotesque that they were difficult to look at.
Ron felt tense. He knew that they had to stop the dragons, but due to their magical hides, the task seemed almost impossible.
"Everybody listen up, we have to take the Horntail down! On the count of three, everyone use the killing curse!" he yelled at his squadron over the explosions.
"One, Two, Three!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" All of the members of the squadron despised having to do this, however there was really no choice as the magical properties of dragons, made them impossible to banish
The brightest green light they had ever seen flashed in front of their eyes and the dragon immediately fell motionless to the ground. The remainder of the dragons were much easier to take down once the second squadron began working together, and they moved on to the Dementors. The Dementors were very difficult to stop, because it was difficult to come up with a memory happy enough to do what they needed in the heat of battle. It was such a challenge to come up with happy thoughts however, Ron thought of the very first ride to Hogwarts, when he met Harry, and Hermione- his two favourite people in the world. The patronus forms that appeared were truly amazing, an eagle, a tiger, a cat and many others.
The second and third waves of the attack were in full swing, and many members of the Order were engaged in duels with Death Eaters as the aerial squadron worked on the different creatures littering the grounds. Many had fallen, but many still remained.
Ron spotted Lucius Malfoy on the ground, right as the Death Eater pointed his wand at him and began to mutter a spell. Ron never found out exactly what happened after he was hit by a bright yellow curse because he fell to the ground unconscious from above. What Ron never saw was that as soon as Lucius began saying the curse, a green light struck Lucius from behind, and he fell to the ground dead. Behind Lucius, and shaking uncontrollably, was none other than Draco Malfoy.
Harry Potter had never been more terrified in all of his life. When he stepped out with the Aurors onto the Quidditch pitch, curses in all sorts of shades of light were flying in all directions. As Harry made his way past the front line of his squadron, he saw Fred and George carrying Hermione on a stretcher back into Hogwarts. The emotions ran wild within Harry, he wanted to run after her, to protect her, to make sure she was going to be ok. As soon as the Aurors cleared the area, Harry knew it was time to take action. He swiftly took off at a run looking for Voldemort, wiping a single tear from his cheek , as he ran. He found after several minutes near the edge of the flaming Forbidden Forest.
"We meet again, Potter," spat Voldemort.
"For the last time. I hope you said your goodbyes," Harry retorted calmly.
Before Harry knew what was happening, Voldemort shot a spell at him which he dodged using a bit of wandless magic he wasn't even aware he possessed.
"Swift Potter, very swift," Voldemort responded with a little bit of awe behind his voice.
Harry didn't want to talk to Voldemort, he wanted to kill him. He hurled the killing curse at Voldemort, but it didn't work. Harry knew it would happen just as it had in his fourth year, and he quickly became terrified at the prospect of not being able to fight him off.
Moments later, Harry felt a presence around him, it appeared out of nowhere and Harry did not understand it, but the souls of those who had died had surrounded him, sharing their power before they crossed over into the next realm. Standing with him was Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnigan, Padma Patil, Mad Eye Moody, Susan Bones, Hagrid, Percy Weasley and Severus Snape. As well several spirits appeared to help Harry as well, Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black, and Lily and James Potter. All Voldemort could see was a white aura around Harry, which he began to fear. Harry's wand fell to the ground and he yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"
That time, instead of a green light appearing, a white light shot out of the end of Harry's wand creating a blinding light for miles around him. The familiar sound of impending death surrounded Voldemort before he fell to the ground. When the spirits left Harry, he too fell to the ground. There lay He Who Must Not Be Named and the boy who killed him.
As the sun began to rise, the remaining Death Eaters fled, avoiding persecution after the war. The death toll was astounding, and all of the bodies littering the ground remained twisted and tormented. Harry had been discovered by the Forbidden Forest, just barely alive, and was immediately transported to St. Mungo's along with many others including Hermione and Ron.
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