Draco Malfoy paced back and forth in the dungeons, waiting for day to break. He had summoned the Dark Mark above the castle as soon as he could confirm that the body of Neville Longbottom was, in fact, merely a disguise for the old witch. Professor McGonagall was truly dead, as were the other heads of house.
All that stood in the way now was Albus Dumbledore, but Malfoy knew he was no match for the powerful wizard. Only Voldemort himself had the potential to win a duel with Hogwarts' legendary headmaster.
Soon enough, Voldemort's army appeared. Descending from the skies. Dozens of Death Eater wizards and witches flew through the weakened castle defenses, Dementors and other dark creatures glided silently beside them.
The Dark Lord himself went straight for the roof closest to Dumbledore's office. He ignored the traitorous Fenrir Greyback fleeing in to the forest with his newly formed back, he ignored the screams and cries of the students as they recoiled in horror at his appearance. His face was as gaunt and emotionless as ever, but his heart beat fast.
A silent jinx blew the sturdy door of its hinges. Dumbledore stood solemnly behind his desk, unfazed and unsurprised, staring solemnly out the window. He watched as his friends, the centaurs, were driven back in to The Forbidden Forest, some falling to the deadly killing curse before they made it. He wished with all his might that some of his students had made it out alive, but the echoes of screams and cries from the corridor suggested otherwise.
"This school belongs to me now, Dumbledore," Voldemort hissed, his wand pointed.
"I know, Tom. I know."
A flash of green filled the office.
VOLDEMORT HAS CLAIMED HOGWARTS