The night sky above Hogwarts was ablaze with the chaotic flashes of spells, each burst of light casting jagged shadows across the castle's ancient stone walls. The grounds, once filled with the laughter and chatter of students, were now a battlefield, a place where hope and fear clashed as fiercely as the wizards and witches fighting for their lives.
From the ramparts of the castle, a group of students watched the scene unfold below, their faces pale but resolute. Among them was Neville Longbottom, his expression hard with determination as he directed the younger students to safer positions.
The castle itself seemed to tremble with the force of the magic being unleashed as if the very stones were crying out in protest at the violence tearing through its hallowed halls.
Down in the courtyard, the battle raged with unrelenting ferocity.
Death Eaters, their faces hidden behind dark masks, hurled curses and hexes at anyone who crossed their path. The defenders of Hogwarts—students, teachers, and members of the Order—fought back with everything they had, their spells lighting up the night in vivid streaks of red, blue, and green.
Professor McGonagall stood at the front lines, her wand moving with precision and grace as she dueled three Death Eaters at once. Her voice, usually so calm and measured, was fierce as she barked orders to those around her.
Nearby, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Remus Lupin battled side by side, their faces set in grim determination as they pushed back the tide of dark magic.
The air was filled with the sounds of battle—the crack of spells, the cries of the wounded, and the distant roar of giants as they joined the fray.
Above it all, the Dark Mark loomed ominously in the sky, a constant reminder of the enemy they faced.
In the midst of the chaos, Harry Potter fought with a ferocity that belied his age. His face was streaked with dirt and sweat, his glasses askew, but his eyes were sharp, and focused.
He moved with purpose, his wand flashing as he sent spell after spell toward his enemies. Ron and Hermione were never far from his side, their loyalty to him as unwavering as their resolve to see this fight through to the end.
But even as they fought, the tide of the battle seemed to turn against them. The Death Eaters were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. For every one they took down, two more seemed to appear. The defenders of Hogwarts were being pushed back, inch by inch, towards the castle itself.
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, and a shockwave of magic swept across the battlefield, knocking the death eaters to the ground. As the dust cleared, a figure stepped out of the shadows— Aggie... taking Hogwart's side.
Spells flew through the air, the defenders of Hogwarts surging forward with a collective roar, determined to protect their home, their friends, and the boy who had become a symbol of hope for them all.
At that moment, the outcome of the battle was still uncertain, but one thing was clear: the fight for Hogwarts was far from over, and its defenders would not go down without a fight.
Aggie saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione running away from the battlefield... she followed them.
She found herself in front of the boathouse... she saw her friends hiding while peeking inside the boathouse. She approached them and hid too.
The dimly lit room was filled with the sickly, metallic smell of blood. It was quiet—unnaturally so—as if the very air had been sucked out of the space, leaving only silence and death behind. Her eyes widened when she saw Snape lying crumpled on the cold stone floor, his black robes pooling around him like a dark shadow.
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Love In The Midst Of Darkness
Fanfiction"Who Will Save the Savior?" Severus Snape devoted his life to saving others, even when it meant being hated and reviled by the very people he protected. He died believing he was despised, and branded as a traitor to Dumbledore. But what if, at the l...
