A Young Wizard's Journey - Rising Phoenix

The End

It was hard to continue going about his business when Y/N knew what was happening. Trying to keep up appearances and reassure everyone that they'd be okay when he knew that in less than an hour, Lord Voldemort would be declaring himself victorious.

As he moved through the crowd, helping some of the injured, he felt something prick at the back of his mind.

'Y/N!'

Y/N released the person he was helping, bringing someone else over to help instead before withdrawing the mirror.

'Yeah Draco?'

'Harry's here! He's just staring him down.'

'I know.'

'What... what do you mean?'

'I know Draco. Just trust me.'

There was a small silence.

'What... what just happened?'

'I dunno, you can see it.'

'He... he killed Harry... but then he collapsed.'

'Good. Keep me posted as best you can, Draco.'

Y/N stowed the mirror and began tending to someone nearby, bandaging their wounds and reassuring them, all the while listening to Draco commentary.

'Aunt's gone running up to him... saying something about helping him. Mum and dad look scared...'

'The others are beginning to panic, no one's sure what's going on.'

'Wait- he's getting up. He's telling them to check on Harry, make sure he's dead.'

'Mum's checking the body.... She's said he's dead. Everyone's celebrating.'

Y/N withdrew the mirror.

'That's enough Draco, I'll deal with the rest, stay safe.'

Y/N straightened up, giving the patient's shoulder a reassuring squeeze before he did and sighed before turning his eyes onto the doors in, waiting.

The minutes felt like they took forever, people moving around him still trying to prepare for the next round of fighting. But that wouldn't happen.

Then, the voice sounded.

'Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost many of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman, or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, bring me Y/N, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.'

Y/N sighed and glanced over, many people were glancing around, fear on every face.

'Come on, we'd better go and see him,' called Y/N.

Hermione rushed to his side and together, leading the way, they all trooped out into the courtyard.

Already out there were Voldemort's forces, lines upon lines of Death Eaters, with two giants standing at the back. Nagini was still contained in her stupid orb, and Voldemort himself stood central, with Harry's lifeless body suspended in front of him.

Sounds of shock and despair rang out amongst the Hogwarts Defenders, and the Death Eaters appeared to relish in this. None more so than Voldemort however, who Y/N had never seen look happier