The words pierce through us. Potter is dead, and we are fucked...or so we thought. Longbottom makes an impassioned speech, and suddenly the fucking arsehole is jumping out of the half-Giant's arms. I toss him my wand and all Hell breaks loose again. Luckily most of the Death Eaters are scared off, but his most loyal followers are coming at us. My girlfriend and our friends have to protect me because my dumbass gave up my wand to Potter.