The Moon Cursed Child

Chapter twenty Six: The End

Harry Potter is nowhere to be found and people are starting to get nervous. The hour is going by quickly and not one wizard is looking forward to another fight after the cost of the last one. I risked another walk through the Great Hall to give my respects to the fallen. Emily met me inside and we walked together through the mess. To my shock, Fred Weasley and Remus Lupin lay among the dead. Emily and I seemed to have cried over every last body. I am not normally the emotional type in this way but Emily was balling the whole time and the depression in the room was terrible. So I cried. And cried. Then, we moved on. 

We met Illaynous and the remaining coven back outside and talked about what we would do if Harry did not turn himself in because we all knew the chance of that was very slim. Another battle was about to begin and we wanted a solid plan to go by. Enough chaos, it was time for order. 

I tried what Illaynous suggested, brining my 'inner magic' to the surface but I simply couldn't. How am I supposed to find and use something that I can't even feel? Illaynous gave me several tips and examples but I simply couldn't do it because it wasn't there, he was wrong. However, his magic was cool and quite admirable. When he was casting a spell big enough, his eyes would glow a deep red like their color. It was a beautiful thing to see. In spite of all of this, I still couldn't believe he was real. I have never heard of someone using power like this. It's a miracle really. 

Despite our planning, things didn't go nearly as expected. Rumors quickly spread as the hour was coming to a close that Harry did indeed hand himself over to Voldemort. All the rumors were confirmed as a mass of Death Eaters and followers of the Dark Lord marched towards the castle. His voice rings out into the early light, 

"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 half 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, kneel before me, 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." 

As they walked along the bridge the students, professors, and other supporters came out to watch. We stand as a group, brave and strong. Up ahead, our missing Hagrid walks beside the devil himself. As they draw closer, there is noticeably a body in Hagrid's arms. They arrive in the grounds before the door to the castle and stop there under his command. We stand defensively as more and more people slowly stream out of the castle. That's when it starts, the screams. Professor McGonagall is the first one to cry out at the sight of Harry's dead body, 

"NO!" She screamed. 

Then several others copied McGonagall and Ginny screamed out Harry's name in despair. We watched sorrowfully as it all unravelled in front of us. How can the great Harry Potter be dead? 

"SILENCE!" Voldemort cries out and with a quick bang and a flash of light, everyone is forced silent, "It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!"

We watch as Hagrid does this with his body shaking with sobs. 

"You see? Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!" 

"He beat you!" Ron yells and everyone turns to look at him. 

Everyone around us starts shouting again but are cut off once again by Voldemort's magic. 

"He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds, " He says relishing every word, "Killed while trying to save himself-"

And suddenly, Neville Longbottom was attacking Voldemort with a series of spells. Voldemort deflected each one and knocked Neville down.