I do not own Harry Potter, nor any fictional characters. They belong to a buddy of mine, who too does not own them due to being broke to buy the rights.

Harry Potter Series of pointless oneshots.

Being bored and having a case of writers block has driven me to writing oneshots to satisfy myself. For more info read the final notes to this chapter

Harry sat there, totally numb from depression and shock. He barely recalled what he had done in the last few days. Yet the events leading to his depression was very vivid and clear in his mind, as well as the consequences of said event, his true love had been killed.

Flashback

It was in the middle of a bloody fight on the streets in front of the ministry of magic. But it didn't bother harry in the slightest. In fact he reveled in it with his silver eyed partner. Everyone that he knew had died in various battles, but with her the impact was lowered. He no longer blamed himself for their deaths. Instead he directed that blame on Voldemort. It had been two years now since he had lost his godfather, and a year and a half since the discovery of the second horcrux. The Slytherin family ring, which after the soul had been destroyed the ring was intact. Harry kept it as a trophy of some sort.

All of his worldly possessions were kept in his pocket wrapped in his invisibility cloak. Ever since then he's been restless. For those two years there was a major vacuum of power plays and recruitment. Two years of gathering forces, and still Voldemort had come on top. By all means however, it didn't mean that they were skilled. Most of Harry's people were composed of grey magic casters, all of who had lost quite a few people to the war. They have been secretly training in the shadows for this very day. They had no qualms about slashing a death eater's throat if it meant saving three more people.

"Luna, code Blue." He had to take a minute to charge his spells, a chain of slashing curses that jumped from one target to the next. Luna's job was to mark the targets since this was a spell they had crafted. The beacon spell honed on all those that had dark marks within fifteen yards.

Those that heard the initiation of code blue sprang into action to cover the two. It was a 30 second charge. Voldemort seen the grays form a barrier around the Potters. Those Potters! Of all things he goes and marries a loony!

It was then Luna done her spell. "Exhibeo Prope Malum Nota!" Everyone that had a dark mark within 15 yards felt a strange tingling sensation on their marks that had to stop for a second.

Harry's part came next "minuo ut plures venalicium!" The spell seemed to hang onto the end of the wand, glowing slightly as more spells stopped at the end of the wand as well, swirling upwards. He quickly made a slashing motion before pointing the wand in the air as it blasted around the 15 yard radius. It looked like a flurry of sword swipes and lightning as it spread, blinding everyone looking at it for a moment. Once the light cleared, there were noises of pain, shouts, screams; those unfortunate ones that were closer received the attack twice since they were closer knit and had bumped into another comrade as the spell hit them. The spell was a success, as solemn as it was. It all depends on the power you put into it, if you put little power into the homing spell, you would have a lower range in which the other would hit. The same went with the spell itself, it was meant as a minor spell, yet when over powered it rivaled that of the Sectumsempra spell Snape had made.

"Such a waste of talent…" Voldemort whispered as he raised his wand, taking aim at the center of the group. He stopped at a certain distance as he used his wand to make a circle of runes as he started chanting. "Obscurum take meus temerarius dispono of meus hostilis facio him crudus!" he quickly pushed out with his wand towards the group.

Luna had seen him chanting, drawing power of the night to fire at them. She had stepped to the ground, willing the earth, asking it to throw up a shield for them. "I grant you my magic to hear my words mother, to keep from harm." Luna felt her magic drain as a swirl of green and brown wisp formed in front of her. Once it was done Voldemort had shot a dark lightning bolt at them. It hit the shield head on, making a clanging noise; Luna had to hold the shield as long as possible as Harry drew a fiery seal in the air. It was a collection of runes with justice, wisdom, uncontained fire, fire to be directed, offerings, and cleansing. He offered his magic, righteous anger, judgment, love, and knowledge. A storm cloud formed above the intensive and impressive battle between the three. Firing lightning at everyone it deemed unworthy to see its might, as everyone fled before those three.

Voldemort looked up as the air charged around him, as well as the Potters, as if judging them. He knew he had only two options, to kill the two first or be killed by the elements. It was an easy choice. He used his wandless magic to fire a slashing curse at the Looney; it struck home, hitting her from the shoulder to her opposite hip. The elements were pleased with the offering as it left. Voldemort gave a shout of glee as he turned to battle the others that had snuck up on him.

Luna widened her eyes as the curse blindsided her, her life flashing fast before her eyes. Her first birthday, first Christmas, first time hearing one of the stories of 'The-boy-who-lived, her first accidental magic, her first friend Ginny, her mother dying, the funeral, the grief, her first emotional mask, the betterment of having to rely on it, losing her friend, going to Hogwarts, first time seeing Harry, seeing her time at hogwarts go by as if in fast forward until it came to the stop of fifth year. It was there it froze, where Harry decided to start his own side in the war. Harry's determined face, then moving on slowly as he leaned over tentively, and gave her, the first kiss. Things sped up from there, many confrontations with Death Eaters, meeting families, gaining alliances, returning to Hogwarts to prepare it for battle, getting married, their honeymoon in the RoR, running to the hospital wing months later after a skirmish, looking up into her husband's eyes at what she held with so much love. She finally fell, into the arms of the person that saved her from herself, Harry. Her vision was blacking out, before coming back to that scene, once again to reality, her Son, her Husband, her baby, and her man. I love you Harry….her last thought was them three in the hospital bed, tears of joy running both their eyes looking down on their baby boy, before total darkness.

Harry watched as was about to offer his blood to the rune, when Tom fired a slashing curse at Luna, her blood spraying to the rune, satisfying the magic as it left. He was shocked, devastated, and numb. Running to catch her as she fell Luna looked into his eyes with her love and sorrow, before they went dim. "Luna, come on Luna, you can't leave me not like this…" he continued to mumble things, begging, pleading for her to come back. Oblivious to those that surrounded him, it was then he snapped.

Harry was so consumed in his rage, that he never noticed the aura of death around him. Having his wand destroyed just a minute ago by his summoning, he forcefully grabbed the nearest wand, which happened to be Dumbledore's wand, from his hand as Albus was standing there holding Harry's shoulder.

He jumped up with lightning speed, as the cloak and ring responded with its master, shrouding him, covering him. The old spirits of the dead guardians, waiting to be awakened, eagerly jumped to the call of the holder of death, jumping out of the ground to slay the death eaters and any that opposed their master. The elder wand hummed in delight from all the bloodshed and unholy damage.

The order of the phoenix and the grays were watching in silent horror as monsters slayed the death eaters and were holding down a struggling horror filled Voldemort. It was then the cloak became opaque showing the change in Harry Potter. His eyes glowed white as the moon, colorless. When he spoke it was in a hollow tone that sent shivers through everyone. "Tom Riddle, I have been looking all over for you. You alone have been the cause of many deaths…Your time was up long ago when you made your first horcrux." The monsters pulled him upwards, face to face with death as he whispered "I'm going to have some…fun…with you." With that the cloak shrouded them both as he disappeared, with Voldemort's last scream heard in echo.

End Flashback

"I can't believe all that time spent doing elemental magic was worthless." Harry whispered to the nothingness of his hospital room. All that time she spent on that shield, and he killed her with a slashing curse! He started crying once again.

Harry was deposited from the locked door at the department of mysteries by death itself weeks later to the astonishment of the Unspeakables. He was blooded up, and exhausted, death it seemed, was satisfied. There was a mass panic of relief from the outside world, but that was belied with a sense of dread since the battle of the ministry. He threw a fit once he heard that Luna was buried already, he heard they put her in a regular wooden box like the rest of them. He now sat there in his bed, staring at the wall opposite, mourning properly now for all the deaths.

It was the next day when the mediwitch came to check on him that she seen he had killed himself with a needle that was still in his arm, he had taken the syringe, filled it with air before injecting it to his blood stream. There was a note written there, saying he's sorry, as well as a will, to spread his things out to certain people, as well as son. It was a long Funeral procession that happened two days later, a month after that the will was opened from its envelope.

I am of sound of mind, as I write this. The executor of this will is to be Remus Lupin.

To my Son, Michael James Potter, I leave you with one Remus Lupin, hopefully you already have him to play with Teddy. You shall receive your inheritance when you reach the age of 11; you also receive a trust fund account to go to school where you like. Enjoy life please; don't be like your father, you only live once. I'm sorry I have left you, but a world without your mother isn't a world worth living.

To Remus J. Lupin, I leave you as the godfather of my son, Michael James Potter, as well as Proxy to the Potter House.

To….

After the will was read, everything distributed, and more tears shed, they all split to different directions, only to see each other every Halloween and July 31st.

OooOooO

Years later

OooOooO

A man with untidy dirty blonde hair stood over two graves, staring at their names: Harry James Potter, and Luna Selena Potter-Lovegood.

He couldn't understand why his father would leave him like that, but he now had a wife and three kids. He now understood somewhat. Not to mention the stories he heard after finding out Remus wasn't his father. The hard life Harry went through, only to lose his only love in a war. Walking away he couldn't help but be dramatic and look back, like all those tragic stories he read, hoping to get an insight to why it happened. What he didn't expect was there to be a brilliant green and blue phoenix sitting on the stone, along with a rarely seen Moon Phoenix that was as white as the moon itself. They both seemed locked with each other in a gaze of pure love before they flash fired away, leaving a lightning bolt and moon left on the stone. He was so shocked at the display he just turned and walked away. Never forgetting it, and never repeated the story until his own dying day, just days after his wife had died as well, fully understanding why his father left.

OooOooO

A/N: ok, just something I had to write, can't blame a guy for doing so, this is the first or second story of many one shots that I'm writing to pass the time from writers block on all Digimon, Harry Potter stories I have done or working on. I look forward to reviews for requests or ideas to fill this up with *hopefully* over 100 stories and one shots. though these may be far and few between updates. and for the most part, unbeta'd.