Every single person is on their feet, 

Fighting and battling for fate.

Seeing dead, slumping mates,

Just makes me more powerful.

Every single person is on their feet,

As soon as two wands meet, 

The explosion of triumph comes…

Or death marches them away, 

Drowning them into the lake of sorrow.

Every single person is on their feet, 

Stamping and shouting like a herd of wolves

Planning attack.

And starting it.

Every single person is on their feet, 

I push through the crowds, 

Underneath the vicious clouds,

Smoke pelts out of the scene,

As Voldemort lies. Dead.

- Narcissa A. Slytherin