Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or Hermione, or Ron, or Malfoy, etc. But I think the title of the series should cover it. So… I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: okay, people, this is my first Harry Potter fic. Don't send flames, cause I can flame right back. And those things are annoying. If I get a flame the person who sent it will get one for each of their stories. Or I'll just give them ten total if they have too many stories. I'll pick out their worst. Or their best, depending on how annoying their flame is. But anyways, this is about how I think seventh year should go (by my ideas) and anything after that will be in a sequel only if I get ten requests for one. This is only the first chapter, don't request it yet. And Harry will go for a seventh year. Why, you ask? BECAUSE I SAID SO! Thank you and keep reading.

Harry Potter and the Fulfilled Prophecy

By Princess of Dark Dragons & Silvain Star

Chapter 1

Goodbye's and Hello's

A snowy owl flew through the window, and dropped a roll of parchment on the stomach of the teen lying on the bed, along with an envelope. The boy unrolled the parchment and a notice was inside. It read: To all wizards and witches: He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is searching for Harry Potter according to well-placed spies. He seeks to kill the 16-year-old Potter and any who stand in the way of him doing so. But fear not, for young Potter may be the one who will defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at long last. Please, if you can help Harry in any way, do so, even if it is as little as keeping him from getting thirsty or hungry. He must be at full strength to face He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Do not, on the other hand, take unnecessary risks. Thank you in advance for your cooperation. Rufus Scrimgeour, Minister of Magic.

"Well, that makes sense. I knew Voldemort would try to find me sooner or later. I wonder what the letter is," the boy said. He opened the letter, and read it carefully. "Dear Harry, we will be picking you up at midnight on the 14th. Signed, the Weasleys (and Hermione, too)," he read aloud. He checked his calendar. "Today's the 14. It's 11:55. Why am I getting mail at 11:55 at night?"

Suddenly, a white convertible pulled up outside his window. Ron, Ginny, and Hermione were inside. A noise was heard from downstairs, marking the entrance of Mr. And Mrs. Weasley.

"Harry Potter!" Uncle Vernon screamed.

"Come on, Harry, jump in," Hermione said.

"Mum and Dad were just a diversion to get you out of here. Mum didn't like the idea, but it was the only way we could think of," Ron said. "Oh, and sorry we're early, but I was afraid we'd end up being late."

As soon as Harry got in the car, he felt an unwanted presence there, as if Voldemort were right behind him. He turned around, and came face to face with absolutely nothing. He put his hand out, and felt the air. His hand hit something… or someone. He grabbed and pulled, only to come face to face with Fred and George Weasley.

"Fred! George! What are you doing here?" Harry said.

"Came home last week. We thought we should see these two try this little plan Hermione was trying to talk them out of," Fred said.

"Yeah, and we haven't seen you in awhile. You need to drop by the shop more often," George added.

"I've been too busy tracking down and destroying Horcruxes," Harry said.

"Oh, Harry, by the way, I was looking at this old book of spells from 1202, and I found a spell I think you'd want to know about. It can revive the dead…" Hermione said, "supposedly," she added, seeing his eyes light up.

"Well, can you check it?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Later," she said.

"um, Ginny… is something wrong? You seem upset," Harry said.

"Why wouldn't I be upset? I only came because I hoped you would change your mind," Ginny said.

"well, I have. I'll go out with you again," Harry said. "Once I've killed Voldemort," he added.

"Really?" Ginny asked, cheering up.

"Really," Harry replied.

"By the way, Bill and Phlegm's wedding was canceled. He realized she was… well, Phlegm," Ginny said.

"I don't know whether that's good or bad…" Harry replied.

"Good," Hermione, Ron, and Ginny said together.

"Well, looks like majority wins. It's good," Harry said.

"Looks like it's time to go," Ron said, pointing at something below them. "Mum! Up here!" he called to Mrs. Weasley, waving his arms.

"Ron! Come down here!" Mrs. Weasley said.

Ron steered the car to the ground, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley got in. Suddenly, a figure appeared beside the car.

"Who's there?" Mr. Weasley said.

"It's not your place to ask, blood traitor," the figure said. "I am here to finish what I started… almost 17 years ago today."

"Voldemort," Harry growled.

"Exactly," the figure said, drawing his wand. Harry reached into his robes and withdrew his wand in a split second.

"Avada Kedavra!" the two shouted, both prepared for the worst, Harry more so than Voldemort. The two spells hit each other in midair, and Harry slowly willed his to push all the way to Voldemort. It was about a centimeter from his wand when he broke the connection between their wands and dodged Harry's spell.

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry repeated, aiming at him again. When he dodged, Harry jumped out of the car so he could have more room to aim. They fired the same spell back and forth until Harry got an idea, a very terrible idea, but it was, he thought, the only way to stop Voldemort from killing him or anyone else. "Petrificus Totalus!" he shouted, aiming at Voldemort once more. Voldemort dodged.

"Not a bad idea. Petrificus Totalus!" Voldemort said. Harry dodged, and it continued to go on like that for another five minutes. Finally, when Voldemort least expected it, Harry chose a different method.

"Expelliarmus!" he shouted, sending Voldemort's wand flying out of his hand. Voldemort dove for his wand, just as Harry shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!". Voldemort was stopped in mid-dive, and fell to the ground with a look in his eyes never seen there before: fear. "Afraid? Strange, I was under the assumption that the great 'Lord Voldemort' was fearless. Death is nothing to fear… it's simply a part of life. And by the way, it may not be final, either. Good-bye, Tom Marvolo Riddle. You WON'T be missed. Avada Kedavra!" Harry said, killing Voldemort. "Well, that was… interesting, for lack of a better word," he said, turning to his friends.

"Interesting! You just killed the worst magical being ever to exist! That was amazing!" Hermione said.

"That was brilliant! And how'd you get the Muggles to let you search for the Horcruxes?" Ron said.

"Well, I just asked them whether they wanted to die," Harry said. (a/n: more like shouted. Oh, sorry, am I interrupting? Ignore me and keep reading)

"And they just let you leave?" Hermione asked.

"Actually, they paid for me to travel. Of course it would have been faster with magic, but I knew I couldn't risk it. Besides, when I told them Voldemort loved to kill Muggles, they did whatever I needed them to do to help me destroy him. Especially my aunt," Harry said. "see, she promised Dumbledore she'd take care of me. At least until my 17th birthday. So, she had to follow through, for fear of feeling guilty. She's never been the type to break a promise, either."

"well, that's good. Your 17th birthday is the 30th, right?" Hermione said.

"Yeah," Harry replied.

"good, I know exactly what I'm giving you, too," she said.

"any chance you'll tell me?" Harry asked.

"Nope. She won't even tell me," Ron said.

"You'll see," Hermione said. "You realize it's been the 15th for half an hour, right?"

"oops! We'd better get going! Move into the back, Ron. You too, Ginny," Mr. Weasley said.

A/N: okay, that's chapter one! We'll see more romance than action through most of the fic, but I still am putting it as action/adventure. Okay? Oh, and we may see a new evil, but that won't come for a long time.