Everybody, the darkness is callin', with the stones stained red from the blood of the fallen.

Screams and shouts can be heard from afar, and hidden in the forest are the cowering centaurs.

Beneath Voldemort's feet is the crumbling land, while Hogwarts is making its last stand.

Hogwarts was filled with dread, when they heard that Harry was 'dead'.

Neville then stood bravely among the Dark Lord, and through Nagini's neck he thrust Gryffindor's sword.

In all the chaos Harry escaped, over his head his Invisibility Cloak was draped.

Voldemort was furious, and Hagrid was curious.

Hogwarts was in a flurry, as another battle started in a hurry.

Spells were flying, and every which way people were dying.

Molly and Bellatrix were fighting to the death, worrying if this was their last breath.

Centaurs charged into the battle, their weapons clinking together, making a slight rattle.

Elves came pouring in, wielding anything to be found in a kitchen.

Harry revealed himself, making everyone freeze, man and elf.

Harry and Voldemort had a great chat, and a very short battle right after that.

Voldemort's spell rebounded, Hogwarts was astounded.

Harry had saved many lives, the elves cheered and dropped all their knives.

Peeves went about singing a song, spreading cheer all along.

The air was filled with cheer and laughter, and Harry lived happily ever after.

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