Harry Potter: Vel'ilstaer: Stormraven
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Vel landed with barely a flutter. As he did so, he nearly ran into the blood splattered mace being wielded by Neville; whose armour had been battered and dented from the fighting.

"Vel…done?"

"Yup…He's kinda turned to ash. Well the Raven Queen ensured that he died."

Neville grinned "So, why are you here?"

"Beginning the Body Count. See who's dead, dying etc. So, Dumbledore can begin doing the 'condolences' letters." Vel retorted.

"Then we best get on with it." Seamus called. The Unkindness moved swiftly and with care, and they began to place the dead students and defenders in the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was battered and beaten up, the long majestic dining tables were shattered and splintered. The windows smashed out and the weather outside was overcast and showering. "Mr. Potter, is it over? Is it done?" Came the brusque voice of McGonagall, a voice of calm in a turbulent time.

"Aye, it's over. Right now we need to tend to the dead etc." It was hard for Vel, to not smile at the fact that Voldemort was gone. It meant he was now free, free to choose his path. Exandria, Tal'Dorei and his parents; oh god his parents…He was beginning panic. Then the heavy plated arm of Neville, wrapped around his shoulder.

"Don't bloody panic, everything will be fine. Vel, you won. That's all that matters, now we need to make our escape."

Vel nodded, he clicked his fingers "Dobby…" The hyperactive House Elf appeared with their trunks and supplies.

"Is there anything else that Dobby can do, for the great Harry Potter and his friends?" Dobby asked.

"No, thanks Dobby. Just, find someone you enjoy working for. I'm intending on take an extended vacation with very low potential for coming back." Harry replied.

However, there was coughing and clearing of throats. Dean turned to see a group of bedraggled, dirty but unbeaten Aurors approaching them. Their wands were in their hands "All of you, are…"

"If those next words are anything to do with arrests, detained for question or in fact anything to do with corrupted and pustuled and rancid flustercuck of Wizarding Britain then I'm not interest. Dumbledore and I made a deal, he has accepted." Vel'ilstaer replied, fixing the aurors with a look.

"The Headmaster does not speak for Wizarding Britain." Snapped one Auror.

"Considering he's Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump of the ICW then…Yeah, I think he does." Neville rumbled, his voice slightly distorted by the armour he was wearing.

"Heir Longbottom…I had…"

Neville looked at the lickspittle auror "My friends and I, will be leaving and you will not try to stop us."

"We need someone to take the fall for this! We always have done." Vel, levelled his crossbow at him.

"Thus, you've decided the people who pulled their fingers from their own asses to do something about it, would make fine appeasements…You've got three seconds to get out of our sight before I decide to add Auror-killer to the alleged crimes I've committed." Vel growled as a crimson bolt of fire began to form.

Just then McGonagall let out a blast of sound from her wand "Children, is this the best time? I thought not. Aurors, make yourselves useful and report to Mr. Shacklebolt for instructions. Misters Potter, Longbottom, Finnegan and Thomas and Miss Granger and Lovegood; you are to assist in the repair of Hogwarts. I understand your intentions but right now what is the right thing to do? What would the easy thing be?"

"Harry…"

"We clean up Hogwarts. Then we leave."

(Vox Machina)

"KEVDAK!" Thundered Grog as he equipped his chain of returning to his blood axe.

"Grog, still alive I see." Kevdak rumbled at his Nephew, whom he'd booted from the Heard; half-dead now standing in front of him.

"You must have been losing your touch, when you left me half dead. Now, I'm here for you. Uncle."

Kevdak roared with laughter and the rest of the heard joined in "For me? Nephew, I'm curious. Why?"

"Those Gauntlets. I need 'em in order to defeat that Black Dragon that has you all hiding in fear."

Kevdak's eyes flashed red and he growled at his nephew. "Fine." Then with a colossal leap, he launched from his quarters and landed with a heavy crunch into the arena; denting it as he did so.

Amongst the crowd, Vox Machina got themselves positioned. Vax had his daggers ready; Vex was waiting with her bow. The less said about the rest the better, Percy was ready with his rapier.

"The last one standing wins." Kevdak growled, Grog nodded. Then Kevdak enlarged, Grog succumbed to the fury in his veins and the two Goliaths rushed at one another.

(Hogwarts)

It had taken the better part of a week, but the collection of dead had been done. Vel, was shocked, he hadn't known how many people he had inspired to take up their wands and fight. Quite frankly it was devastating.

The Creevey Brothers were both dead, thankfully they appeared to have been killed quickly and decisively. It was also swiftly apparent that with Three and a Years worth of education between them that Mundane methods were the best. As the Aurors found on the bits of masonry and broken wood around them the Creevey's fingerprints and the blood samples of six Death Eaters.

"They must have used their meagre education to cause distractions in order to beat their attackers to death. Order of Merlin 2nd Class for them, shite thing to receive but they did good." A Black Haired Nymphadora Tonks blurted out.

"Tonks!" Snapped Dawlish.

"I don't see you doing anything Dawlish. Being the uptight pureblood snob that you are, you see them as insects…They gave their lives for this school, don't disrespect that." Tonks growled holding her superior at wand point.

Wands were trained on her but for each wand on her, they themselves had weapons and wands trained on them. "Everyone let's calm down." Professor Flitwick murmured, as he had his wand drawn.

Everyone began to do so, no-one fancied their chances against Flitwick. The Unkindness looked at their diminutive professor and tutor, holstered their weaponry and slunk off. Their plan to escape developing as they did so, it wasn't lost to many of the survivors that Harry was leaving and if he was leaving, they would as well.