The brave group of witches and wizards assembled and stood, ready to face Voldemort for a final time. The Death Eaters and the rest of the dark army hovered forward, advancing toward the school excited that the Boy Who Lived lived no more. Voldemort stepped forward, beckoning Hagrid to follow suit. Hagrid was doing his best not to audibly sob as he held Harry, a boy he loved like his own son.

Neville looked down, noticing the glint of light coming from the Sorting Hat the sat frumpled on the ground. He stepped forward, shouting. "You'll never defeat us. Harry didn't die in vain!" As he finished his sentiment, a series of events all happened t once. Harry Jumped down from Hagrid's arms, catching the attention of many. Draco was quick to respond due to his Veela instincts taking hold of him. He lunged himself toward Harry and threw Harry his wand as he yelled "Potter! Catch!" Nagini slithered toward the group of the light assembled as Neville continued toward the enemy and the hat in front of him, bending to pull out the sword. He swept it upward into the air and down through the snake, removing its head in one fell swoop.

Voldemort was appalled by the actions of the son of his head Death Eater, angered at Narcissa Malfoy for her lies and betrayal, shocked at the seemingly endless life of Potter, and foremost hurt by the destruction of his last Horcrux. The pain of the death of part of his soul caused him to double over with crippling pain and fall to his knees screaming, feeling himself be ripped apart. The Death Eaters saw their leaders weakness and charged forward to attack in order to defend his honor. Harry saw Voldemort's momentary stumble, advancing with curse after curse. The war continued on, more passionate and fought harder than before.

Draco found Hermione and stood nearby in order to help her if she was in need. Hermione wasn't the type of woman to be in need, though, and Draco knew this. He stood far enough away that he fought his on battle but still could save her if necessary. That's when the war drew to a close. Harry and Voldemort were locked in their final fight, Apparating from place to place in effort to shake the other off. The finally landed and aimed for each other, beams meeting and pushing the other.

On the other side of the court yard, Hermione was at lunged by a Werewolf, pinned to the ground. He snarled at her and bared his teeth, but Draco could no longer control his Veela instincts.

Draco felt his face and hands grow hot as he threw himself at the nameless wolf. What Draco hadn't realized is that as he pulled the werewolf off of his mate he released an earthly screech, the sound of a bird and a person mingling together. When everyone looked to see what the source of the sound was they saw Draco beating the wolf senseless, until Draco put his hand around the throat of the werewolf and a burst of flames came from Draco's hand. Draco jumped up, surprised but impressed with himself at his newfound power. When he gathered himself, Draco looked around and saw many faces staring at him. The face that he was most nervous to look at was Hermione.