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Final battle - December 31st, 2000 11:53 (7 minutes till Judgment Day)

Hogwarts was a place of learning and some may even go as far as to call it a second home or those like the boy-who-lived would say it was there only home. Hogwarts was safe and suppose to be impenetrable. The wards would not let anyone in who held ill-intent for those within the school. There was also the fact that it was impossible for an army to get inside of it by apparating. Thus they would have to apparate outside of the wards and then proceed to walk to Hogwarts. By then, Hogwarts would inform the Headmaster of their arrival. For these reasons, it would seem that any type of opposition would fall. It would be impossible for anybody, in particular Lord Voldemort, to try to overtake Hogwarts. But as impossible as it seems, the final battle happened at Hogwarts. It was no longer impossible, more like improbable.

Harry Potter had always come out of every battle he fought alive. The light side was run on hope based on everything he accomplished. And Harry Potter was a force to reckon with.

On the turning of this year, he fought not as a scruffy malnourished boy with more luck than talent. He stood fighting as a young 20 year old man with an inconceivable amount of talent and power. Then why was he loosing. Left and right he could see and hear the light side dieing. Albeit, there were a considerable amount of deatheaters falling as well, the light side didn't have the numbers that Voldemort's army did.

Crying out, he twirled his wand out at another nameless deatheater, the spell 'Discerpo' rushing out of the tip in a flurry of violet. When the spell impacted the deatheater, Harry did not bother to stay and watch as his opponents body was severed in half.

Seeing something coming at his from the corner of his eye, he ducked to the left and twirled, raising his wand in preparation to retaliate against his new opponent. He stopped himself though, his eyes widening when he saw the dark lord. Eyes narrowing in fury and hatred, he waited for the man to speak first.

"Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived.", the dark lord spoke in a mocking tone, theatrically clapping his hands. "I would never have pegged you to use that last spell. Why, I do believe that was a dark spell you've used. Getting a little desperate are we?"

Harry's right hand clenched on the phoenix wand in anger. "Magic isn't light or dark, it is the intent and direction we apply to it that makes it so. And the spell I used against your deatheater pet saved any future victims that asshole would have raped, demeaned, tortured, or killed. In my eyes, that spell was simply a means to an end, neither light nor dark. And when I have ended your life, I expect you'll find yourself in the deepest pit in hell."

Voldemort laughed out loud in amusement, throwing his head back momentarily. When he was finished, he smiled a foreboding quirk of his lips. "YOU? End my life? You think you can kill me? Don't you know boy. I'm immortal."

"Immortal? I knew you thought yourself akin to the next Merlin but your human just like the rest of us. Merlin wasn't immortal and neither are you. Today will be the day I kill you.", Harry said. Raising his wand, he yelled out 'Astringo Vercundus'.

Harry watched in satisfaction as his spell hit Voldemort right in the chest, the dark lord's body flying backwards, his blood splaying out into the air before the body hit the ground.

Harry looked around to see that the fighting had stopped, everyone had stopped when they saw the dark lord's body being bashed by the spell. Deatheaters and the Light watched in surreal fascination at the dark lord's death. Harry sighed in relief and just as he was about to command the deatheaters to surrender, the dark lord's body twitched. The blood seeping out of the wound in his chest stopped flowing before the skin started to pull itself together. Harry watched in horror as the dark lord gasped and rose in slow motion.

"What did I tell you boy, I am immortal. I am the Dark Lord. And I will win. Why don't you surrender? It really is a hopeless task to try and kill me. Surrender or die. Surrender, or every last wizard not bearing the dark mark will die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. If you do not surrender now, I will kill what remaining and pitiful army you hold in your control. You can't win. So what is your decision. Your life, or theirs?"

Harry pursed his lips. "My decision, huh? I pick…"

'Bugger it all. How the hell did he survive that. That spell should have killed him. Not that I expected it would work. He could have moved but he didn't. He let me hit him. What am I going to do? Think, harry, Think. Is there anything you can do? He said he's immortal. But no one can truly be immortal unless you're a god. And gods can't be killed. The only documentation of an immortal being killed was Chiron, the sno of Zeus who after suffering from an immortal wound cause by a weapon dipped in the blood of a hydra, asked Zeus to kill him. And unless I could get a god to kill Voldemort, It's useless. No true immortal would intervene in the affairs of man. That is if Gods exist. The only thing truly written in wizard's history is Death who gifted the Peverell's with. But that was a legend, wasn't it, How could anyone call Death to them to do them favors?'

~ Flashback ~

A young boy a 7 was sitting down trying desperately not to fall asleep. Ms. Figgs was sick this Saturday and could not watch him so his guardians were forced to leave him to the reclusive neighbors who were freaks in the eyes of his family as well. They were just leaving when Aunt Petunia asked them to watch over Harry. At first they were reluctant but when Aunt Petunia said there was an emergency, they had readily agreed thinking she needed to leave for some family member and for what ever reason could not bring him. At first he had been excited to go with them but now, he wished he could be anywhere but there. The Imam, Harry guessed was his neighbors religion's synonym to a priest, droned on and on about something or another.

He straightened up when he saw his neighbor give him a reproachful and biting stare warning him to sit straight and listen. Tuning in to the monotone voice he listened as the man on the altar spoke into the microphone.

"The Prophet Abraham once asked Azra'il who has two eyes in the front of his head and two eyes in the back: "O Angel of Death! What do you do if one man dies in the east and another in the west, or if a land is stricken by the plague, or if two armies meet in the field?" The angel said: "O Messenger of God! the names of these people are inscribed on the lawh al-mahfuz: It is the 'Preserved Tablet' on which all human destinies are engraved. I gaze at it incessantly. It informs me of the moment when the lifetime of any living being on earth has come to an end, be it one of mankind or one of the beasts. There is also a tree next to me, called the Tree of Life. It is covered with myriads of tiny leaves, smaller than the leaves of the olive-tree and much more numerous. Whenever a person is born on earth, the tree sprouts a new leaf, and on this leaf is written the name of that person. It is by means of this tree that I know who is born and who is to die. When a person is going to die, his leaf begins to wilt and dry, and it falls from the tree onto the tablet. Then this person's name is erased from the Preserved Tablet. This event happens forty days before the actual death of that person. We are informed forty days in advance of his impending death. That person himself may not know it and may continue his life on earth full of hope and plans. However, we here in the heavens know and have that information. That is why God has said: 'Your sustenance has been written in the heavens and decreed for you,' and it includes the life-span. The moment we see in heaven that leaf wilting and dying we mix it into that person's provision, and from the fortieth day before his death he begins to consume his leaf from the Tree of Life without knowing it. Only forty days then remain of his life in this world, and after that there is no provision for him in it. Then I summon the spirits by God's leave, until they are present right before me, and the earth is flattened out and left like a dish before me, from which I partake as I wish, by God's order."

In Harry's mind, he simply heard, **blah blah blah**. Shoulders slumping as his head bowed down in either boredom or exhaustion from trying to listen, he vaguely heard the man sprouting out a phrase in which the mortals in his story called for death to come to them. To him, it vaguely sounded like gibberish.

~ End of Flashback ~

Harry's eyes widened. Thanking the world that he had accomplished and succeeded in occlumency, knowing he wouldn't have been able to remember the memory without it, he hoped to whatever higher entity that this would work.

Raising his wand, he repeated the words that he remembered the Imam speaking.

'Vox of atrum vox of lux lucis voco valde messor ut lucror vita pugna'

For a second nothing happened. And he waited for Voldemort to curse or laugh at his foolish attempt but it was then he realized Voldemort wasn't moving. In fact no one besides him seemed to be moving, It was as if everything was frozen in time.

Eyes widening, he jumped as he heard a voice.

"What have you called me here for, mortal?"

Harry turned around as he heard the voice call from behind him. What he saw shocked him. There was a man with long white…no more like silver or platinum, hair. His features were sharp and aristocratic. Large violet eyes, thin pointed nose, and pursed lips. The man was wearing a white robe in what appeared to be the style of Japanese kimono's.

He stopped himself from make a fool of himself by gaping and instead said, "I can't believe it worked. But you don't look like Death."

The man in front of him just stood there. "Why have you pulled me out of my realm?"

Harry gulped, the man in front of him all of a sudden seemed impressive. There was no reason to be scared, but the way he spoke, chilled his very soul. "I…uh….I, that is…**ahem**, I called you to make a deal…That is, I need this guy in front of me dead. I offer you my own life for this.", Harry stammered out.

Death hmm-ed for a second before walking toward Harry.

For a second Harry entertained the idea of forgetting about it, but he was never one to run. Stiffening, he waited and watched as Death raised his hand. Long, thin fingers reached out and the back of Death's hand brushed his cheek. The coldness of it left Harry breathless. For the brief moment that they touched, Harry felt like he was laid out open to the man or entity, whatever he was.

And indeed he was. For Death was looking at Harry Potter's soul. And what he saw left Death in awe.

For Death wasn't really an accurate term for him. He was really King of the Shinigami among certain realms. The realm he primarily watched was filled with lesser shinigami that he watched over. And he remembered a time, when his throne was in jeopardy, and if not for the soul of one Ichigo Kurosaki, he would have maybe been usurped. Unfortunately Ichigo Kurosaki died, and he had been waiting for him to be reborn in soul society, of which he never was reborn into apparently. Someone took his soul and placed him in this world. Specifically into the body of a newborn babe who would be known as Harry Potter.

Eyes Narrowing, he looked deeper into the boy's soul and found it, the mark of Faunus. Faunus who was the God of prophecy, but also a royal pain in the ass who was a higher entity that him. Death or King of the Shinigami was incensed. 'I am so going to management about this. He shouldn't have been able to meddle with the souls under my jurisdiction. I'm normally not allowed to specifically destroy souls like Harry or Ichigo, gah, whoever the boy wants to be, wants me to do but I do owe him, and a lot of the upper gods owe me. As far as I'm concerned, I have a right to send this Dark Lord into Purgatory, and take the boy someplace better. With him marked by Faunus as well as being turned magical though, I can't bring him back into his original realm even after the Dark Lord is gone. And he can't stay here. After looking at his soul, I saw a lot of discrepancies. He's marked by the prophecy on a whole other level. That means, Faunus is doing this for someone else.'

Death began to think about what exactly was going on. What was the god playing at? It was rare that any soul crossed realms or worlds. It was also even rarer that the different entities and gods had to deal with each other because they each had specific tasks or souls they ruled over which never went outside there realm.

But Faunus changed that. And he had to have done it for this realms ruler. This realm or world thrived off of different things, but none of the gods or goddesses worked with this world because the belief in this world's religions were too segregated or limited. The only entity that would really need this world specifically was Magic. But Magic had a whole set of different realms other than this she could mess with. Of course the other realms didn't have supremacy like this one did. There were no other beings like lesser shinigami to pick off wizards or creatures. Just regular humans for magic to contend with.

Narrowing his eyes, he realized this was Magic's way to wreck havoc. He usually wouldn't care but for magic to try to pull one over him…well, he couldn't let the little bitch get what she wanted. As far as he was concerned, this world was about to be just full of regular humans. He'd drop off all the magical creatures at another world, perhaps Avalon, erase the existence of any magical items, and turn the wizards into regular humans while modifying there memories.

Nodding his head, he focused his attention back on Harry.

"Mortal, What would you do if I told you, I could end this. I could bring as much peace as possible for this world?"

Harry's eyes widened, "What do you mean. End this how?"

"The reason the wizarding world is fighting is simple. The major points are one side believes in using what they consider dark magic legal and the supremacy of wizards over regular humans while the other side does not. However, if you look at both sides, they are both corrupted to the point the beliefs mean nothing in comparison."

Harry's mouth opened as he objected, "Your wrong. It's true the ministry is corrupted, but the light side is separate from the ministry. Just look at my friends. The Weasleys and Hermione have both fought against the Dark Lord and the ministry. They believe in equal rights and…"

"When have I ever said anything about the Ministry. I am not mistaking the Ministry for the Light side mortal. You do not know anything. But I see the hidden things your so called Light side is hiding behind. Dumbledore has manipulated you far too much. And the light said has done things in the name of the 'greater good' that are wrong to the point of making innocent people suffer. For example, Dumbledore knew your godfather was innocent 20 years ago and yet he left him to rot in prison. Furthermore, he has been stealing your heritage from you. He has also paid people to turn you from the path you were meant to take for an easier path to victory but then got himself killed with instructions left to certain people who never pulled through. Originally you were suppose to find out some things, like say Voldemort's supposed immortal state was really due to a magical process involving the splitting of his souls into Hocruxes. But you never found out about them. He also planned for you to die in the end. He made sure you were weaker in confidence by placing you at the Dursley's knowing you would be abused. And let's not forget the Weasleys who were paid to be your friends and family or Hermione Granger who was given a potion to induce a better retention span in order to become this year's smartest witch when originally she would've been worse than Neville in his first year. Quite Frankly, it's the wizarding's fault for any dark lords like Voldemort who come into existence and power. And it's the wizarding's fault for your own shortcomings. It's amazing how you haven't turned dark or killed yourself yet."

Harry was left speechless. He couldn't be right, could he? And yet, everything Death spoke of made sense to him. Dumbledore had cast the Fidelius charm so how could he not know Sirius was innocent. And that day he entered the train station in hopes to find platform 9 ¾ . With the statue of secrecy the ministry put into action, why would any self respecting wizard be yelling out wizarding terms in a muggle station. Fury swept inside of him at the thought that his whole life was fake. And yet as angry as he was, he was more hurt than furious.

Saddened by the betrayal, he sighed. "But what of the others. The families which have no part in the war. Or the muggles who know nothing of this war. I can't let them die. So what are you offering?"

"I'm offering you a world without these troubles. The only way for the war to stop permanently would be if this world had no opposing sides. A world with muggles or a world filled with wizards. If the world was just filled with wizards, you still have the problem with what to do with the regulation of dark spells, as well as the regulation of creatures. In a sense, a world filled with muggles would be the answer to all your problems. I'll be taking the creatures to another world and turning the remaining wizards into muggles. There magic has to go somewhere, so I'll be giving it to you. I will also have to modify there minds, and rewrite there history to fit the families of the wizards in with the muggles. I will have to get rid of anything magical in this world. When that happens, Voldemort's Hocruxes will be destroyed and I will personally send his soul into hell."

Harry felt discouraged, there would be no more magical world. And yet, this really was the best for all parties involved. "You said I would get everyone's magic, wouldn't that be giving me too much magic? And what exactly do you want in return?"

"You would be a lot more powerful but not more than any other wizard that lived a couple centuries ago. Maybe on the same scale as Merlin and Le Fay. Wizards a couple centuries ago were more powerful than now."

"Also, I would just be returning the favor to you. You might not remember but I owe you. I will be giving you memories of your past life and the only thing that you need to do is grab my hand. After that, I'm going to hand you a trunk which can shrink/enlarge when you embed it with magic."

"When it's shrunken, it will turn into a ring when you put on can only be seen, felt, and taken off by you. Inside this trunk will be a room with shelves categorized and labeled with the appropriate title. These labels will describe to you what is on that shelf."

"For example, the shelf categorized as Potions, sub labeled Apothecary will contain a trunk when open will have rooms full of different potion ingredients. There is also other sub labels under the category Potions such as Bottled Potions, Potions under stasis in cauldrons, and Potion supplies with further smaller trunks within the trunk with Potion supplies labeled stirrers, cauldrons, phials, scales, motars and pestles."

"In the primary trunk you will find anything you need that is from the wizarding world. I've even so far as gone as putting a library in there with every book in existence, even the books that were lost. Any knowledge you do receive, is knowledge that is available today. Otherwise, the knowledge that is lost…well, that is up to you to research and study. Probably won't take you too much effort because I've also had to make you utilize every brain cell in your body. Normally, even with occlumency, you can only achieve up to 14% activity but you'll need a higher retention so you don't go crazy."

"I've also put in scrolls of everything relating to your prior world that you were originally from and everything for the world you are about to arrive in. Also, I will be taking the deathly Hallows in this world, which I know you know of. I'll be pulling the enchantments I put on them and putting them in you. This will give you protection and let the other gods know your under my protection."

"Afterwards, I'll be taking you somewhere else. The thing is, I cannot allow you to stay here. You'll upset the balance. Being a magical being if you stayed here, you'll allow the entity of magic to come here and start letting wizards come back into creation, so, I'll have to take you somewhere where she can't go. I'd take you into my realm, but with you having magic, and having vaizard capabilities, it's best if you go into a new world. A closed dimension. Don't ask, the whole thing is complicated. I'll take you to a realm I've once been in a couple times. It's ran by the Kamis of Mikoto. They have pretty much banned magic but will allow you to enter since originally you were suppose to be working in my realm which is also under management by them. So if you agree with all of this, take my hand."

Harry watched as Death held out his hand. And after thinking about it, he understood, he was getting the better end of the stick. In fact, he was getting a very good deal. Raising his arm, he grasped Death's hand. The next thing he knew, he was overloaded with different memories.

Memories of a time when he had a family: a father, mother, and two sisters. Memories of having friends, true friends who stood by his side. Memories of a soul within him; fighting together side by side with a companion who would go to great lengths to have him safe, offering advice. Memories of a demon within him; taunting him and then later pushing him into his limits, merging into a new being, one whose instinct was primal but never evil. Memories of a war one which brought a bitter taste yet accomplishment of winning.

Gasping, Harry fell on his knees. But it wasn't over. Knowledge and Power not his own started to fill his mind. Unknown to him, it was the magic of the other wizards which had imprints left on them which allowed him to instinctively understand how to create golems, manipulate or create emotions (empathy), look into peoples minds(legilimency), read auras, shifting into other people (metamorphagus), predicting the future (seers), cast wards of any kind, etc. It seemed an eternity till everything was finished.

"Oh, and before I forget, I put half the gold the goblins have, plus the gems, heirlooms, etc. that will be of use to you in a trunk that I've put in the middle of the room on a round table in the primary trunk. Use it when you need it. By the way, I'm sending you to the Kamis of Mikoto. I'll have made your case by the time you wake. Then after they've spoken, you'll find yourself in a new world. Be happy this time, be a civilian for all I care. Best of luck to you."

That was the last thing Harry heard before he felt his body surge in pain, and he blacked out.

The date was exactly January 1st, 2000 at 12:00:00 when the world shifted and magic was lost to this realm.