Harry lifts the blade. Justice. He will have it. Her head flies, and screams fill the air. Blood pools quickly around his feet as her body falls. Harry gives one last look around the room, showing a razor-sharp smile and too-green eyes. "You have brought this on yourselves." Briefly, his eyes fall on Neville, and briefly, he feels regret. What could have been. The boy doesn’t look surprised, merely sad. He holds Harry’s gaze. Harry gives a single nod, then lifts his wand...and vanishes. A new age has begun.