June 24, Cloudy

A massive snake slithered forward, its movements swift and deliberate as it approached Harry, who lay on the ground, struggling to rise. Cedric shouted, "Harry! Watch out!" He hurled a barrage of spells at the serpent, but it dodged them all with eerie agility. Without hesitation, Cedric charged toward Harry.

Dumbledore, sensing the danger, drew a gleaming sword and hurled it in front of Harry. "Harry, pick up the sword! Fawkes!" he commanded.

The sword landed heavily in front of Harry, its hilt adorned with a red gem that flickered ominously. Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, swooped down, shedding a few healing tears onto Harry's wounds before diving at the snake.

The phoenix's intervention bought Harry precious time. Cedric reached his side, casting spells to stem the bleeding. Combined with Fawkes' tears, Harry's wounds began to heal rapidly.

Harry, now armed with the sword, waited for the right moment. As the snake lunged at Fawkes, Harry swung the blade with all his might, severing the serpent's head. A plume of black smoke erupted from the creature's neck, accompanied by a piercing scream that seemed to come from both the snake and Voldemort himself.

"Nagini!" Voldemort roared, his voice filled with rage. "How dare you kill Nagini!" Cedric, thinking quickly, conjured a thick cloud of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, engulfing the area in impenetrable fog. Voldemort, momentarily blinded, lost sight of his targets.

In the chaos, Peter Pettigrew, hidden in the shadows, cast a spell. "Levicorpus!" he squeaked, his voice trembling.

At the same time, Voldemort unleashed a Killing Curse aimed at Cedric's back. "Go to hell!" he snarled.

Harry, without thinking, threw himself in front of Cedric. The green light struck him squarely in the head, and he crumpled to the ground.

"Harry! Harry!" Cedric screamed, clutching Harry's lifeless body. "No! This can't be happening!"

The battlefield fell silent as everyone turned to stare in shock. The Boy Who Lived… dead?

Voldemort's laughter echoed through the graveyard. "Who can stop me now? Even if you kill me, I will return! Dumbledore, you never imagined what I've prepared!"

"Is that so?" a mocking voice interrupted. Voldemort spun around, his laughter cutting off abruptly.

It was Shafiq. He knelt on the ground, clutching a golden cup in one hand and a snake fang in the other. With a swift, deliberate motion, he plunged the fang into the cup.

A bloodcurdling scream erupted from the cup, mingling with Voldemort's enraged roar. Even Dumbledore looked stunned.

"You dare betray me!" Voldemort shrieked, hurling a Cruciatus Curse at Shafiq.

Shafiq writhed in agony but continued to laugh. "What else do you have? A diadem? Hah! Filch has a fang for that too! My mother… you killed her… did you think I'd ever serve you? You fool!"

Linda, tears streaming down her face, rushed to Shafiq's side, shielding him from further curses. "Stop!" she cried, her voice breaking.

Shafiq, his body trembling, managed a weak smile. "Aunt Linda… don't tell Joey about this. She hates me… and that's okay…"

"Drink this!" Linda insisted, holding a pain-relief potion to his lips.

But Shafiq shook his head. "I don't feel pain anymore…" His voice trailed off as his body stiffened, a final smile frozen on his face. He collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Peter Pettigrew, his wand still raised, cackled with glee. "I killed the traitor! Master, I killed him!"

Linda's grief turned to fury. "Petrificus Totalus! Diffindo!" she screamed, her spells reducing Peter to dust.

The Death Eaters, witnessing the gruesome scene, backed away in fear.

Cedric, still cradling Harry's body, felt a flicker of movement. He pressed his ear to Harry's chest and gasped. "He's alive! Harry's alive!"

The battlefield erupted in chaos once more as Dumbledore and Voldemort clashed. With Harry's miraculous survival, the tide began to turn. Voldemort, his Horcruxes destroyed, grew weaker by the second. Dumbledore's spells rained down on him, and with a final, desperate scream, Voldemort disintegrated into ash.

The Death Eaters, now leaderless, surrendered.

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Back at Hogwarts, the battle raged on. Joey and Fred, fighting side by side, took down a Death Eater with a well-timed combination of spells. They stumbled upon Filch, who was clutching Mrs. Norris' lifeless body.

"My condolences," Joey said softly, her usual bravado replaced by genuine sympathy.

Filch, tears streaming down his face, reached into his pocket and pulled out a blackened diadem. With a determined look, he drove a large snake fang into it.

A horrific scream echoed through the castle as the diadem shattered.

Dumbledore appeared moments later, his expression a mix of relief and astonishment. "Seven Horcruxes… all destroyed," he murmured.

Joey, ever the opportunist, piped up. "Hey, Professor, since you're here, I need to place an order. Five boxes of Caterpillar Gummies, please!"

Dumbledore, despite the chaos, chuckled and tossed her three golden Galleons. "Consider it done."

Fred stared at Joey, dumbfounded. "Is this really the time?"

Joey shrugged. "Business never stops, Fred. Business never stops."