Chapter one: Hogwarts fallen
Hogwarts had fallen, despite everyone who had fought against Voldemort; despite the fact that Harry Potter and his friends had destroyed the horcuxes that had tied Voldemort to this world it hadn't been enough to defeat him. Nearly everyone who had defended the castle had died fending off the onslaught that had been unleashed on them.
Only one last handful remained of the ragtag group that had banded together to hold the school that was now little more a smoldering ruin. The last group of survivors were now on their knees surrounded by the legion of death eaters with the Tom Riddle a.k.a Lord Voldemort standing in front of the defeated group who had dared to oppose him. He laughed and taunted them to make them try fighting, the ones that did were struck down before they could take a step in his direction.
This went on until there was only ten people left, Harry looked around at them Hermione was in the same catatonic state she had been in since she saw Ron turn traitor and join the assaulting force; Luna who hadn't left his side even when the school had been destroyed. He also saw George and Charlie Weasley the last living members of the Weasley family after Harry had used an overpowered cutting curse to behead Ron. Arthur, Bill, Fred, Percy, and Ginny had fallen to Voldemorts' killing curse while Molly had followed her son and joined the enemy force, Luna had used a Bombarda spell to blast her into small pieces.
The other five survivors he noted were Professor McGonagall who had a deep cut below her left eye, Daphne Greengrass whose blonde hair was mostly scorched off along with the whole left side of her face, Neville who was beaten so severely that he was barely alive at all; Madam Pomfrey who had taken several bludgeoning curses the torso while protecting some third years who had to help her heal the wounded; and finally Susan Bones who was gagged and bound because she kept trying to throw up a Protego spell until one of the death eaters cast a spell the wrapped her in ropes and bound her mouth with leather strap that seemed to be attached to her mouth, she was currently in front of Voldemort. He was torturing her relentlessly simply out of enjoyment of watching her writhe on the ground.
Harry knew beyond any doubt that he wouldn't survive the hour, so in a last ditch attempt to stop the force that they faced he began pouring all his magical energy into one spell, a spell that he wasn't even sure existed but he had to try, and if it worked then his allies would be saved well sort of anyway. The spell he was trying to cast called for a powerful form of magic that was often thought to be uncontrollable outside of time turner, time magic.
The spell was meant to transport the person who used it back in time but there was no record of it ever actually working all it seemed to do was cause a huge explosion with the caster at the center. 'Either way Tom will be gone and the war will be over, my life in exchange for peace, fair trade.' he thought. He felt a small hand take his and felt the power of the spell increase and knew Luna had given him her power he felt another persons power be added to the mix he stole a glance over to see Daphne take Lunas' other hand. Apparently all the survivors had realized what was going on because one after another they all crawled forward and took the hand of the last person until only Hermione and Susan were left out of the group.
Harry knew they needed to get Susan to the group but even Charlie who was the closest to her could reach her with out getting himself killed. Harry did the only thing he could he grabbed Hermione by the hand and dragged her to him, at the same time Luna managed to save Susan by yanking her back with a well-placed accio. Her timing was perfect because Harry had finally managed to charge the spell enough for it to work. With a war cry Harry pushed all the energy out of him in a blast of white light.
Voldemort was the last to die, and it wasn't a peaceful death either. He watched as all his followers were aged a thousand years in just under a minute he lasted for a bout five minutes longer after the last one had turned to dust. Voldemort tried everything he could think of to stay alive apperating away from the light only to find himself knocked back to spot he had tried to leave; he tried to make another horcrux but couldn't perform the spell as there was no living thing or magical object left in the near him. In his last moments he experienced true fear for the first time for he knew his life was at an end. When his body finally died its age was nine hundred years old and so aged that it was unrecognizable, its skin like leather, and its eyes milky, its fingers little more then bones and any trace of humanity he had had left was utterly gone. When the only thing left was dust from his bones the last tiny battered piece of his soul finally left for there was nothing left for it to cling to or possess. The last trace of Tom Riddle was a shrill scream that was barely audible even from right next to where he had been.
Fate looked on and thought this outcome was appropriate but knew that for Harry Potter and the nine others that had been sent back it was just the beginning.