Mourning Dove

Chapter 9

The Battle of Hogwarts would be forever etched in the pages of wizarding history, a tragic and violent event that would haunt the memories of all who witnessed it. As the protective wards around the castle crumbled, chaos erupted in a matter of seconds. The once peaceful grounds were now a battleground, stained with blood and littered with lifeless bodies.

In those agonizing seventeen minutes, before reinforcements arrived from the War Crime Division of Aurors and the ICW, an unimaginable amount of death and destruction had already taken place, leaving behind a trail of broken and mutilated wizards and witches from both sides. The smell of burning magic and flesh hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the sweet scent of honeysuckle that usually graced the castle walls.

In the span of 60 seconds, the newest arrivals took in the chaotic scene before them and readied themselves for battle. As spells flew and swords clashed all around, a sudden shift in energy on the school grounds drew everyone's attention to Severus Snape: Spy, Professor, and Unofficial Adopted Father of young Harry Potter. He stood alone, facing off against the Dark Lord himself. They had been locked in a fierce duel since the wards had first broken. But now, as their spells clashed and their movements blurred, something unexpected caught everyone's eye--Severus Snape being struck by an Avada Kedavra curse that he could not dodge.

For a moment, everything seemed to stand still. The world held its breath as Severus fell to the ground, his wand slipping from his grasp. A triumphant sneer began to spread across Voldemort's face at finally defeating the traitor. But before anyone could react or return to their own bloody battles, a powerful shockwave rippled through the air. It was as if the very earth itself was shaking beneath them.

With a fierce explosion of energy and rage, Harry Potter - Spirit Guide, Poltergeist, Forever Age Seven, Ex-Boy-Who-Lived, and adopted son of Severus Snape - witnessed the horrific sight of Severus, HIS beloved Severus, being struck down by Voldemort. The sheer force of Harry's emotions created a shockwave that rippled through the air, knocking anyone within a kilometer of the school off their feet. Weaker individuals were even rendered unconscious by the intense power radiating from Harry, as he transformed into a crackling ball of furious energy and magic. Even the all-powerful Dark Lord stumbled and nearly fell under the force of Harry's wrath before turning his attention to the formidable young ghost standing before him.

There were no grand speeches, no gloating, no snide comments. There was only a deadly silence before the force of energy known as Harry Potter slammed itself into the Dark Lord's chest with a deafening impact. The air crackled and sizzled as the power surged through Voldemort's body, causing his eyes to widen in shock and agony before he was thrown to the ground. His screams echoed through the air as he writhed in pain, his fingers clawing desperately at his now pale skin. It was a horrifying sight - the once-proud Dark Lord reduced to a quivering, broken mess before everyone's eyes.

But the worst was yet to come. As quickly as it had started, Voldemort's screams abruptly fell silent. In their place was a blinding white light that engulfed his body, burning and scorching him until he was unrecognizable. When the light finally faded, leaving spots dancing in everyone's vision, all that remained of the once-mighty wizard was a charred corpse.

The powerful wizard had been reduced to nothing more than a pile of ash and memories, leaving behind a scene that would forever haunt those who witnessed it and would undoubtedly go down in history textbooks as one of the most gruesome displays of defeat.

The chaos of the battle had settled, and the Death Eaters and their allies were easily subdued. The casualties were gathered and tended to with urgency, but amidst the loud celebrations, one person was noticeably absent – Harry Potter.