The day of reckoning had arrived, a day Y/N, Regulus, and their united forces had been preparing for over the past months. The atmosphere around Hogwarts was thick with tension. Every inch of the castle seemed to buzz with a strange, dark energy that signaled the coming storm. The war with Voldemort was no longer a distant threat—it was here, and it was inevitable.
Y/N stood in the Great Hall, her fingers tracing the cool stone walls as she prepared herself for what was to come. Her mind raced with the plans they had made, the risks they were about to take, and the lives that could be lost. The Marauders, the Slytherin Skittles, and their allies were all scattered across the castle, each assigned to strategic positions. They had successfully destroyed every Horcrux over the past weeks, and now only one thing remained—facing Voldemort himself.
But something was off.
"Where's Peter?" James asked, pacing anxiously in front of the others. The Marauders exchanged uneasy glances. The small, quiet Gryffindor had disappeared just as the final preparations for battle began, leaving his friends worried and suspicious.
"Maybe he got scared," Sirius muttered, trying to brush off the unease in his voice. "He's not exactly known for his bravery, is he?"
Remus shook his head, concern etched on his face. "Peter wouldn't run. Not now. He knows what's at stake."
Y/N exchanged a glance with Regulus, who had been uncharacteristically quiet. "We can't worry about Peter right now," she said, trying to focus on the task at hand. "The battle is about to begin, and we have to be ready."
Together, they made their way outside, joining the rest of their friends on the grounds of Hogwarts. The sky was darkening as clouds rolled in, mirroring the ominous feeling that clung to the air. The Marauders and Slytherin Skittles stood united, their wands at the ready, a strange sense of camaraderie binding them.
James, Sirius, and Remus exchanged glances with Regulus and Barty Crouch Jr., and for the first time in what felt like forever, there were no house divisions, no grudges. They were brothers-in-arms, standing together in the face of evil.
The ground trembled as the first wave of Death Eaters appeared on the horizon, led by none other than Lord Voldemort himself. His pale, snake-like face was twisted into a cruel smile as he advanced, flanked by Bellatrix Lestrange and a legion of loyal followers.
"Remember the plan!" Y/N shouted, her voice clear and strong. "Stick together and stay focused. We've come too far to fail now."
The battle began in an explosion of spells, bright flashes of red, green, and blue lighting up the battlefield as curses and counter-curses flew across the air. Y/N ducked just in time to avoid a Killing Curse aimed at her by one of the Death Eaters, retaliating with a well-placed Stupefy that sent her attacker sprawling.
Regulus fought beside her, his movements precise and calculated, a testament to his skill and determination. Together, they moved through the chaos, their bond unbreakable as they faced wave after wave of enemies. The Marauders and the Slytherin Skittles fought fiercely, their teamwork an unstoppable force. James and Sirius covered each other's backs, firing off powerful spells with practiced ease. Remus and Barty worked in tandem, taking down Death Eaters with strategic precision, while Evan and Pandora provided support, using their Slytherin cunning to outmaneuver their enemies.
But despite their strength, the battle was brutal. Bodies littered the ground, and the air was thick with the smell of smoke and fear. Y/N felt her heart tighten every time one of her friends fell, but she pushed the grief aside, focusing on the task at hand.
