Harry Potter
Voldemort
Ancient Magic
The Ancient Phantom Queen
The Battle of Hogwarts
The Final Confrontation

The Phantom Mor Queen Reagan

The Wraith made Human, and his followers mock those who stood against them, just before the battle was to start again.
Both sides ignoring the Ravens flying between the two sides crying the call of the dead’s names. Yet by agreement the Wraith’s side has allowed those against him to gather those who had fallen of their side. His own, he could never cared about. All the while he told them that the battle would begin again unless the one he came for was not turned over to him and his, by the time given. And they withdrew, with several of them seeing an old woman washing blood from robes in the stream leading into the lake and hurried on. Somehow knowing they did not want to come to her attention.
Three Ravens sat in the tree nearby. Watching.

At the appointed time, the two sides meet again, a youthful standing Lord of an old line with those surviving on one side near the ancient castle entrance. The Wraith and his lieutenants by his side, their own followers behind them waiting for the bloody slaughter to come. The female lieutenant laughing madly at the boy-Lord and mocking him with her baby-talk. Until one looking like a cleaned-up version of her strides between the two sides in battle armor of long dead dragons, a Raven on the arm that is not on the ancient sword, hanging at her side.
Crows and Ravens circle the battlefield that had been covered with the blood and bodies of those killed, and those of the old faiths pale at seeing the Phantom Queen.

The once laughing lieutenant cast a spell at the one she felt was mocking her. The Great Queen held it to study. That death curse. And let it dissipate in her hand, before she turned herself into a mighty Crow and flew away. Battle rage left behind as those she was blessing let loose on the shocked Wraith’s side.
The youthful Lord now had a great sword in his hands that he used to cut down his enemies with, including the Wraith’s familiar. Making the Wraith mortal.

The youth, the Wraith and his followers wanted, was behind them and watched as the Wraith, coward that he was, moved to the back of the battle to watch and wait. From there, the boy-hero took his head, with the long knife of the washer woman, he had met while preparing for the battle.
The Wraith’s death sealed the doom of his followers as the Phantom Queen, in her guise as the Washer Woman, gathered the souls from those now fallen of his fighters to take with her into the afterlife.
The Ravens and Crows flying overhead to gather those souls that sought to try and escape her as all who die in battle will be hers, one way, or another.
The Wraith’s soul now together wailed like the Banshee the Woman was claimed by some to be the mother of. All crying to be forgiven as She dragged him into the darkness of the afterlife.

Her sister self, symbol of the very land itself, walked over the battlefield to cleanse it, and take the fallen one’s followers’ bodies to feed the land they had betrayed. Leaving behind a field of Poppies to mark the spot of the Great Battle, least anyone forget the lessons learned that day.
Then, she too, disappeared into the forest with her sisters, who had taken form that day.

The Castle’s bells rang chimes for the those who had fallen that day.

Fin
6/23/2026