SCOTLAND, HOGWARTS GROUNDS.

The long silent journey back to the castle was painful. The awkward shape that Harry and y/n had fallen into meanwhile in Hagrid's arms had grew uncomfortable but the ringing in their ears due to the lack of communication throughout any of the death eaters was the most excruciating out of the entire journey. Meanwhile being at the front of the massive group of their enemies, the silence was frightening, and the wariness to not make a sound or any sense of their breathing was overwhelming.

Hagrid couldn't even look at the kids, supposedly lifeless in their arms. He glared at them once as he had to pick them up gently in his arms, way bigger than they were when he last picked them up and transported them somewhere else. The entire journey was jolts of his hiccuped sobs against their bodies, refraining from any attempts of crying in front of the Dark Lord.

By the time they had reached the courtyard again, the sun had come up. Meaning that the fight had lasted around four hours straight, from the moment they had reached Hogsmeade to this very moment of being delivered back to the school and preparing for their next steps through their individual minds, how on earth were they meant to kill the snake then Voldemort whilst stuck together in Hagrid's arms.

The only people who are aware of killing the snake with the basilisk fang is Hermione and Ron but they'd have to be an inch away from Voldemort in order for this to be capable as that snake is beside him at every given moment because they both know what is coming to them if they don't stick together. If only everyone at the school knew then maybe there would be a higher chance of Voldemort being killed sooner.

The sound of feet clicking against the cobblestone bridge was enough to alert where y/n and Harry were, with small attempts at looking through their squinted eyelashes to gain a sense of their surroundings. Sure enough, the moment y/n noticed the faint vision of the courtyards walls, she heard a bundle of footsteps from the other end of the courtyard.

"Neville who's that Hagrid's carrying," Ginny's voiced asked from afar, there was a large gap between the students and the death eaters. "Neville?" Ginny asked once more, and finally Hagrid was pulled to a holt, the rope around his neck keeping him still.

"Harry Potter...is DEAD!" Voldermort cried.

An immediate scream came from McGonagall, which tore straight through y/n and Harry's hearts. Nothing was the same. There was nothing like the scream they just heard, a pure gut-wrenching sound that neither of them could unhear.

"No! NO!" Ginny then screamed just after their professor with added sound of her sprinting legs.

"SILENCE!" Voldermort yelled and a sudden shockwave rippled through the air, recoiling Ginny Ginny and another pair of footsteps began to push her back in retreat. This just only made the Dark Lord angry. "Stupid girl. Harry Potter is dead." He announced once more, his footsteps trickled and paused in a repeated cycle, as if he was pacing. "From this day fourth...you put your faith, in me," he told, then dragging out a long pause, the sound of him turning back on his heel was heard. "Put the girl down," he told.

There were two rough pairs of hands against y/n's body, attempting to pull her away from Hagrid's grip from her bicep and ankle, messily yanking her out of his arms and caused her dead weight to drop down to the ground, her body landing against her side before rolling onto her front. Y/n's heart was beating rapidly, afraid her attempt of playing dead was going to get called out on, she was lucky enough to not make any noise or change her face, she managed to remain completely still.

"Did I not tell you before?" Voldermort told to the students. "I asked for you to retreat you fallen with dignity." He added, another pause with no movement ensued. "Very well, throwing her over might be easier," he continued and suddenly there was a small uproar within the students and a pair of footsteps were sprinting over to were y/n laid.

A pair of jittery hands began to delicately push back the hair that had fallen over her face, her black hair that is, making it unclear who would've been laid beside Harry in Hagrid's arms. So as soon as her face was uncovered a gasp escaped from the person opposite her.

She knew it was Neville, she can recognise whose hands were whose and she could never forget how gently he'd place his hands against her body or face. He had those hands with calluses against his palm and on his fingertips with bits of skin that had been picked away due to anxious moments to keep him occupied.

After the slight hesitation to her hold her face, he placed his hand against her cheek, his thumb stroking away at her face. This tore y/n apart, unable to move or act, not even just reveal that she is alive and fine, she needed to continue playing dead.

Quickly, he pulled her up by her arms pits, y/n trying her hardest to withhold her ragdolled state. Her head bobbing around as Neville would adjust her around his grip. The boy carried her just as Hagrid did - bridal style, with her head now fallen back against his forearm, her black hair exposing her outstretched neck and face, causing small gasps to be heard upon recognising her face.

Neville could only look ahead with his eyes streaming with tears, looking towards his friends with no thought behind his eyes. His eyes were dull, unable to express any emotion within them as all his genuine feelings were lost. He stumbled over to be closer to the castle, his breath hitching every step, incapable to breathe properly with his supposed dead lover being carried inside of his arms.

"This can't be real," Molly Weasleys voice broke out in a whisper that y/n was able to grasp. Sniffles were much more louder now she was finally nearby all of her loved ones.

In the same direction that Neville was walking in whilst carrying her, he began to slowly lower her to the ground. Her legs bent up when her feet touched the ground first, falling to her right. Once he was sat with his knees pressed against the floor, his arms de-tangled from behind her knees and back. His right arm moved up to her head, creating a ball of her hair and nuzzled his face towards her shoulder whilst y/n head managed to fall in the crook of his neck making it easy to identify that Neville was beginning to cry as his shoulders begin to wobble, meanwhile Voldermort began to continue his announcement.

"From this day fourth, you put your faith in me," he declared, circling the the spot inside of the courtyard that separated the students or professors with the death eaters.

All y/n cared about was the sensation of Neville crying into her shoulder meanwhile she kept up her dead act, but nothing could've stopped that ache in her chest as she heard his whimpers of despair against her leather jacket. It was getting harder to not move and continue this fight just to stop him from crying, she wanted him to know that she was really alive and he didn't have to cry anymore.

"HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!" Voldermort cried, with his band of death eaters laughter echoing after his statement.

"My beautiful girl," Neville sobbed, her scalp being massaged from the continuous cycle of his hand grasping for her hair and expecting a reaction or response. Her body gradually beginning to rock inside of Neville's grip, holding onto her like a small child. "Oh my beautiful girl, what have they done to you," he continued to cry, his eyes streaming as he tried his hardest not to wail in the sight of the death eaters, hence his back being faced towards them.

None of the students could grasp any sense of reality around them. Absolutely incapable to process the sight in front of them. The death eaters wicked laughter as they watched Hagrid's glossy eyes from across the yard whilst holding Harry and Neville cradling y/n's limp body across the floor, almost hysterically, rocking her in this devestated state, clinging onto her desperately. The juxtaposition of both sides was overwhelming to anyone stood nearby Hogwarts.

"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldermort continued, with another chorus of laughter from all of his followers.

Just as that laughter was beaconing, Neville's whole body began to shake, his sobbing growing far more intense and uncontrollable, his whole body about to explode into hysterics, the main thing that he just can't let the death eaters see. He was so sure that she would be safe, just like they promised, but now she was completely limp.

"And now is the time to declare your-"

"Don't react," y/n had had enough. Her mouth was grazing at Neville's ear lobe and his tears were making her doubt any plan that she summoned on that journey back from the forest, some part of her was expecting for Neville to just give up immediately. She'd never seen him this way, usually he could jump up and do whatever mattered, but that small part in y/n made her nervous to think of the possibilities of Neville continuing to fight. "Don't..react," y/n could finally breathe properly as she whispered harshly into his ear.

She felt his body stiffen slightly, but continuing that rocking motion he had before aswell - he sucked in a breath, blocking out anything that Voldermort saying. He was trying his hardest to contain his tears after his prayers seemed to be real, his begging actually seemed to help him out for once in his life. His grip on her tightened, as if he couldn't get any closer to her, now beginning to shake from pure disbelief, he could hear her shallow and very disciplined breathing. Suddenly the hot sweat across his body washed over with cold relief.

"That...snake," she told, taking long breathes invetween both words to sustain her supposed dead act. "That snake..." she added, making sure that creature is glued into Neville's mind, her jagged breathe blowing some of his curls back. "Kill it," she told.

Neville quickly shushed her as he lifted his head. Their small communication was dropped when footsteps slowly strode towards the path that they were both laid upon. The clap of the expensive shoewear that belonged to Draco malfoy was familiar to y/n's ears, the silence that rung through the courtyard was dreadful.

What was weird, was that his usual confident strode, was interrupted by a small tumble. Draco had tripped, landing directly behind y/n's back and on his knees to which Neville who just glared at him. Y/n wouldn't of been able to see how her boyfriend looked, but Draco has never seen the boy look so severely devestated. His face burned crimson,  blochy under his eyes and on the apple of his cheeks. Tears burning on the waterline of his bloodshot eyes and glimmering in the fire from a distance, mouth puffy and red, seemingly like there was a sob about to fall out. Eyebrows raised up high on his forehead; the boy was miserable and the sight of Malfoy couldn't even change the way he was feeling.

As the blonde haired teenager gulped, he gave a small nod to neville, one that would barely noticeable to the death eaters or Voldemort, his tiny way to show his condolences. Getting back onto his feet, but before he fully extended his legs...his mother's wand dropped to the floor, stepping over y/n's legs and quickly scurrying away to where Voldermort stood - completely wandless. Neville only stared at it, and craned his neck over his shoulder to look at the boy.

"Well done," Voldemort could be heard, but not when she was engulfed against Nevilles cardigan, finally she could speak to him again.

"You understand?" Y/n spoke immediately in a very low and desperate voice, Neville still continued to sway her back and fourth in his little pattern. "Hermione..." she stopped to inhale that took a couple seconds. "Hermione..has something to kill it," gasping from more breath in the crook of his neck. "Stick..with her,"

"Kill the snake," he responded, low enough for her to hear. Y/n could finally breathe, sighing all the relief after today. It felt good to lie down, but not in this awful situation that she had no idea how to get out of.

Before she could even think of her next plan, Neville was setting her down to the ground, gently pulling himself away from her body and lying her down to face towards the death eaters, placing her hand against the side of her hip where he knew she kept her wand closest to, just on the side of her jeans, placing her hand on its wood. He let go, resting his wrists defeatedly on his thighs, looking down at his girlfriend until his eye twitched at a reflection that caught his eyes. Squinting at the light that caused him to jolt back slightly and turn to his left, to the pile of the rubble that stood there and noticed a hat, placed on top of all the rubble, as if it had flew down from the sky just for him to recognise.

He outstretched his arm and leaned his body to where the hat remained, it was the sorting hat, that first belonged to Godric Gryffindor himself when he founded Hogwarts. He noticed an everlasting hole inside of it, to which a sword became the reasoning to what had flashed in the corner of his eye. The sword of Gryffindor sat inside of the hat.

The discovery of the sword made him stand, turn around and make his way over to a clearer spot for Voldermort to notice his presence with the sorting hat in hand. Neville began to grow warm and fuzzy, a wave of adrenaline began to stream through his blood.

"Well I must say I hoped for better," Voldemort announced with another round of laughter to echo off the courtyard walls.

The sharp realisation made y/n's stomach drop instantly. Maybe she didn't get her words out right? She meant kill the snake at a point where voldermort is distracted along with every other death eater, not right now! was he actually just going to run over and try to attack it? that's not what she meant at all, she told him specifically that Hermione has to be with him to kill the snake is he serious right now? She couldn't help but feel betrayed.

"and who might you be young man?" Voldermort called out, a small pause lingered.

"Neville Longbottom," her boyfriend repeated, Bellatrixs laughter caused another bundle of chuckles from other death eaters. Rage welled up inside of the couples bodies. When laughter died down, two small footsteps wandered closer to Neville.

"well Neville im sure we can find a place for you in our ranks-"

"id like to say something," Neville chanted back, fully gripping onto the hat that now his knuckles had turned white. The courtyard was so silent this time y/n was questioning whether or not to just bounce up now and protect her loved ones. 

"well Neville im sure we'd all be fascinated in what you have to say," Voldermort responded with a hint of distaste to his voice and just in time to not have y/n grow reckless.

"it doesnt matter that y/n or Harry's gone," Neville spoke, his eyes glued to the ground, his mouth closed shut.

"stand down Neville!" seamus called out just after Neville spoke.

"people die every die!" Neville cried back, turning back to where his roommate stood just beside dean. "friends, family," he shrugged, turning back to where the death eaters stood, not making eye contact with them, trying to think of the next thing to say. "yeah we lost them tonight, there still with us, in here!" He added, turning his entire body to his friends, pointing to his chest on his final words. "so's fred, remus n tonks, all of them...they didnt die in vain," he shook his head to them, swallowing the big lump that was forming inside of his throat, taking in a sharp breathe when he turned back to where Voldermort stood, chuckling back at Neville. "but you will, beacuse your wrong, harrys heart did beat for us! for all of us! Dumbledores Army!" He cried out, raising his fist in the air that carried the sorting hat with the word of Gryffindor still hiding inside of its rough and old leathered material.

With a gentle swoop of his wand, a clicking sound was made, making known to y/n that something was disarmed from Neville, her eyes began to scan everything that she could depict throughout her blurred vision and another pause ensued meanwhile the older bald man examined the item Neville was hiding throughout his entire speech.

"There will be no sorting at hogwarts," he announced and the sound of more flames bursted inside the air as well as grunts from Neville himself. His body was snapped together, his wrists pressed into his hips and his ankles locked together, forcefully bending his knees and kneeled to the ground, as if he was bowing. Voldemorts wand moved again and the burning sorting hat was placed on top of Neville's head.

He screamed immediately, a high pitched scream that made y/n forget everything about anything she thought would be her next move, swiping her wand and pointing it directly at the bald headed man, leaning up to have a clearer shot in her pit of adrenaline and rage.

"STUPEFY!" She hollered at the top of her lungs. The brute force of the spell resulted in voldermort flying directly into his death eaters who were meters across from the courtyard. Y/n sprung onto her feet and pounced over to where Neville stood, firstly swiping the burning hat from his head before slicing her wand through the air. "PROTEGO MAXIMA!" She screamed once more and the shell of her protection spell, roughly five death eater wands started shooting spells that fortunately missed everyone in range with the help of her charm and the students fight or flight responses had managed to kick in.

Just as that spell was casted, everyone's focus landed on Harry, who jumped out of Hagrid's arms, falling down onto his front, scrambling himself back up and charged a spell towards Nagini, sprinting back on himself towards to the courtyards hallways and ducking at the bomb charms that was shot his way too.

The next scenario to take place was pure and utter chaos. There was jinx's, hexes and charms thrown across the courtyard, more decaying stone, fire blown and death eaters taking their chance to leave meanwhile Voldemort was crawling to stand up, trying to fathom what the hell was happening.

Too many things happened that y/n barely noticed that Nagini was slivering her way over to her shell of a protection charm, the top of her head rising up and baring her teeth to charge towards them. All meanwhile Neville had pulled out the long bejewelled sword from the hats burning rim. Once y/n had noticed both Neville's and Naginis movements, the charm disintegrated and she watched as nagini was growing closer.

Her wand was lifted but interrupted when she saw the blade of the sword, swinging up from the floor, decapitating her completely from all the intense force Neville had used when slicing his sword through the air. Y/n blinked as she watched her scaled body be severed and eventually evaporate into black smoke just as any other horcrux did, besides Harry's of course. Fully indicating to her, Neville and Voldermort she was fully dead and nothing could even bring her back from the dead.

A sharp spell flew beside y/n's ear, reflexes recoiled her body to lean the opposite side but the twinge of the magic caused her ear to ring and she was almost positive that whatever spell they casted was a burning curse. She didn't hesitate in raising her arm and using her wand to slam them against her forearms, giving her better aim than usual, shooting a death eater who glared at her with fury, his eyes warping to fear once a hex that caused his flesh to melt like liquid was casted right at his chest.

"FUCK YOU!-" her bellow had caught wind when Neville grabbed her in a tight hug from behind, lifting her feet in the air, twisting her over towards the castle and started dragging her to begin her run.

"Get into the castle now!" He told her, she responded in running at the same pace as him, hurdling over the some rubble.

Just as they reached the steps leading towards the great hall doors a spell had nipped her just at the back of her left calf. Immediately tumbling down all of her body weight to the ground and exhaling out a loud grunt at the impact.

"oh shit!" She called out, when immediately Neville's hands were tugging at her arms to get her up on her feet instantly. As soon as her left foot hit the foot a shooting pain fired up her calf again, unsure of what spell had been cast upon her leg, but she was just thankful that it wasn't an unforgivable spell. "I can't walk!" Y/n yelled over all the chaos around the twos surroundings.

She attempted at continuing her running speed but everytime her foot would slam against the concrete, she could feel her leg seize up and give her weight in, almost making her fall over again. Without a moments notice, Neville just looped his arm under hers, causing her to wind her arm around his neck and over his shoulders.

"Just try move as fast as you can," he told her. Y/n just moved and tried her hardest not to stop herself as he started to trail her alongside him, moving faster than a walking pace, it was often that y/n would let out a cry of pain and get the pair of them had barely moved.

"Fuck Neville, I seriously can't run," y/n cried out, starting to hop on her good leg, knowing that running now is just useless to her.

"Cmon, you can- look go in there!" He pointed over to a pile of rubble just outside of the great hall doors and still holding onto the sword of Gryffindor, he managed to scoop her up under her armpits, to which she naturally wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her and run towards the pile of debris before attempting to delicately place her down, his feet shuffling at all the loose stones but she got down eventually.

"Stay here and keep cover, I'll try get Madame promfrey or a nurse-"

"What? Where are you going?!" Y/n quickly asked him frantically, holding into his knitted cardigan to prevent him from leaving yet.

"You need help, just stay here for two seconds whilst I get Madame-"

"No! No I can't stay here! I need to fight!" She recoiled back at him.

"No, you're injured you can't even stand y/n, we don't even know what spell has been casted on-" Neville began to chant reasons to why she needs to stay put, looking desperately at her, but she couldn't help but feel so cowardly for sitting in a corner of rubble meanwhile everyone fights for their life to combat the battle.

"Stupefy-" a death eater called noticing Neville's figure hovering over y/n's body that was concealed from the death eaters vision.

Neville was quick on his reflexes and ducked down immediately, the spell smacking into the wall behind him, he immediately bounced back up, drawing his wand, dropped the sword and copied the spell back towards the death eater and watched as the back entire body was slapped up against the stone walls until it slid to the floor, winding him entirely.

"Just stay here! I'm getting Madame Promfrey!" He told, pointing to her as he continued to run away, looking both sides as he sprinted inside of the great hall.

Y/n could only feel a sense of truancy fall over her body. Yes, she is injured, but she's managed to move and fight whilst injured before! The only time she really couldn't because she was so weak in the knees for anything was when she was tortured and survived that killing curse. She has just died and come back to life for this war to be over, it didn't feel right that she had to sit and try to hide in the middle of this battle. The only person that is left to be killed for this to be over is Voldemort, and Harry is already on that mission.

Immediately after thinking about Harry fighting one of the most dark wizards in the world she glared at the wand she was squeezing in her hand and the the sword of Gryffindor laying against the stones in all of its glory.

She wasn't going to be a traitor and she was going to fight, she'll take anything that comes her way but she wasn't going to just allow everything to take place without her. She needed to do this for her parents, for Lily and James, for Remus and Tonks.

She looked over the stones for any sight of death eaters trudging into the great hall for a fight, when she saw the hallway she sat in was empty, she got up, wincing loudly at the pain through her calf and bent over to snatch the sword from the floor - relived it didn't dissipate from her grasp, the sword knew that its presence was needed.

Treading lightly, she crouched whilst walking around all the loose stones she had just sat in and peeked into the great hall, looking at her left to where the courtyard stood, she noticed nothing but dead bodies outside. Grimacing she looked back into the Great Hall and her eye caught Bellatrix, flicking her wand in devilish delight on top of a table. Her eyes then took notice to Ginny and Luna who were fighting back.

Y/n moved without thought, starting to ignore the burning sensation in her leg as she limped quickly to where the duel was held. A red spell shot at bellatrix from Ginnys wand which she easily defended from and stepped forward and firicuously casted the killing curse towards Ginny's direction, shooting through the sky like a bullet which just barely grazed Ginny's shoulder.

With a tight chest and burning cheeks from all the air she had sucked in suddenly, y/n moved as fast as she could with her limp leg, using the sword as a bit of support as she charged over to a cackling bellatrix, noticing that Molly Weasley has stood up on the tabletop, her wand targeting directly at the death eater.

"Not my daughter you bitch!" Molly bellowed and casted a spell directly at her chest, Bellatrix defended immediately.

The duel became a matter of Molly targeting spell after spell but all were rebounded to the walls beside each side of bellatrix. When she paused the death eater only glared at her, cackling her wicked laugh through her rotten teeth, her eyes darkened as she started to shoot spells over at the ginger woman.

"Expelliarmus!" Y/n called at the frizzy haired woman, watching as the wand flew from her hand. Y/n rapidly hopped up onto the table and stood behind bellatrix, swinging the sword over her shoulders and pressing the long blade into the front of her neck, holding the sword at both ends and her wand pressed into the woman's hallowed cheek from the grip side of the sword, scrunching her nose at the blade sat in her palm.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment, y/n smiled up at Molly, watching as she grinned back at her, letting out a sigh of relief and watched as bellatrix squirmed underneath the sword, not daring to move due to how tightly the blade was pressed into her neck. Any movement and bellatrix would slit her throat on her own terms.

"Kill her!" Y/n ordered Molly, and watched as she created a spell which blew her directly into the chest, making her body seize up. Molly then casted one last spell before Bellatrix's entire body blew up in specs of ashes, bursting into the air with nothing left of her body remaining.

Y/n shakily lowered the sword and swallowed, pushing back the sweat dripping from her forehead with her now bloodied hand. Conjuring up the remains of saliva in her mouth before spitting it violently against the ashes, watching it mix together against the polished wood with disgust.

Arthur immediately reached for y/n's arm to get her out of harms way, pushing her beside a shaking Luna and Ginny at the side of the bench with his back facing them as an attempt to protect them, as he watched his sons continue to fight and pulled his wife to his side.

"Where's Harry?" Ginny quickly asked y/n, watching as she also scanned the room for any sight of him.

"I think with him." Y/n told sternly, not knowing anything on Harry's whereabouts.

A glimmer of black smoke caught her eye from the distance outside the hole in the wall of the great hall. Y/n watched as it zoomed towards where the courtyard was, head snapping to get a glimpse to the opened oak doors.

"The courtyard!" Y/n exclaimed suddenly. Ginny's head turned as soon as she rose her voice. "Help me! Help me up!" Y/n told her eagerly, watching as their hands fumbled together, the red head pulled her up onto her feet and pulled y/n's arm across her shoulder, slipping past Arthur and Molly with luna trailing behind them.

Ginny was dragging y/n alongside her, pulling her along due to her limping leg, yet she continued to grit her teeth through the shooting pains through her legs, hopping on the ball of her right foot as they approached the courtyard.

They lost sense of time when they noticed green and red sparks pointing at each other. A huge beam of light radiated from their wands. Harry's back pointed towards the two girls, on his knees, against the wet and rocky cobblestone, his body vibrating entirely against the power of his wand. Their mouths had fallen wide as they paused at the steps of the courtyard, holding onto each other even tighter than before.

The elder wand was instantaneously soaring through the sky and towards Harry's direction. A sudden rush grew up the three girls arms and spines as they noticed him reaching higher up on his knees and catched it, gingerly watching across from him.

It wasn't until they saw smoke and ash float into the quiet morning air that they knew that this war was over.

WARRRRR IS OVERRRRRR
sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes!!! been a while but the war arc is FINALLY over. took me about three years????LMAO sorry. I've got loads planned for the next chapters but barewith how long they'll take to upload, I am busy as fuck now.