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.
As the battle raged on, Y/N knew what had to be done. Voldemort was growing closer, his power seeming to grow with every step he took toward them. The Horcruxes were gone, but he was still dangerous—perhaps more dangerous than ever.
Y/N's heart pounded as she saw him in the distance, his eyes locked on her with a malevolent glint. She knew this was the moment they had all been preparing for. She glanced at Regulus, and he gave her a determined nod.
"I'm with you," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos around them.
Together, they moved toward Voldemort, their wands raised. The Dark Lord sneered as they approached, his voice cold and cruel. "You think you can defeat me, children?"
"We don't think," Y/N replied, her voice filled with fire. "We know."
Voldemort's wand whipped through the air, casting a powerful Killing Curse directly at Y/N. She barely had time to react, throwing herself to the side as the spell narrowly missed her. Regulus sent a barrage of spells toward Voldemort, but the Dark Lord deflected them with ease, his laughter ringing out across the battlefield.
It was a deadly dance, and Y/N knew that they couldn't hold out for much longer. Her friends were fighting bravely, but Voldemort was too powerful. They needed to end this, and fast.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw something that made her blood run cold.
Standing just behind Voldemort, his eyes wide with fear and guilt, was Peter Pettigrew.
"Peter?" James's voice rang out across the battlefield, filled with disbelief and anger. "What the hell are you doing?"
Peter flinched, but he didn't move. His wand was clutched tightly in his hand, but he made no attempt to fight, no attempt to flee. He simply stood there, frozen in place, as Voldemort's laughter echoed in the air.
"Peter," Sirius growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You traitor."
Y/N's heart sank as she realized the truth. Peter had betrayed them. He had joined Voldemort, and now, he stood among the Death Eaters, a coward hiding in the shadows of true evil.
"You were with him this whole time," Remus whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of shock and betrayal. "How could you, Peter?"
Peter's eyes darted between his friends, fear etched on his face. "I-I had no choice," he stammered, his voice trembling. "You don't understand! He would've killed me!"
"There's always a choice!" James shouted, his face twisted with rage. "You chose to betray us! You chose to stand with him!"
Peter's lower lip quivered as tears welled up in his eyes. "I-I'm sorry... I never wanted this..."
But it was too late for apologies. Voldemort raised his wand, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he aimed it at James. "Enough of this. Time to end the Potter line once and for all."
Before Voldemort could cast the Killing Curse, Y/N stepped in front of her brother, her wand raised. "Not today," she said, her voice steady. "Not ever."
With a swift movement, Y/N raised her wand and shouted, "Accio Elder Wand!"
The wand in Voldemort's hand jerked violently, and for a moment, Y/N thought it might not work. But then, with a final pull, the Elder Wand flew from Voldemort's grasp and into Y/N's hand.
Voldemort's eyes widened in shock, his face contorted with rage. "No!"
But it was too late. Y/N aimed the Elder Wand directly at him and, with every ounce of strength she had, shouted the incantation she had never thought she would say.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light shot from the wand, hitting Voldemort squarely in the chest. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless, his reign of terror finally over.
For a moment, the battlefield was silent. Then, slowly, a cheer began to rise from their friends, spreading like wildfire as the realization hit them. It was over. The war was over.
Y/N stood there, her chest heaving as she stared at Voldemort's lifeless form. Regulus came up beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "You did it," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
"We did it," Y/N corrected, leaning into him. "All of us."
As their friends gathered around them, Y/N felt a sense of peace settle over her. They had fought together, bled together, and now, they had won together. The future was theirs to shape, free from the shadow of the Dark Lord.
But even as they celebrated, there was a deep sadness in Y/N's heart. Peter had chosen the wrong side, and nothing could change that now.
The war was over, but their story was just beginning.
