Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. At all.

Hey! I'm still alive! I ran out of other fanfiction to read, and I thought, "Hey, why don't I continue that crossover I was writing?"

Well... That didn't work, and I wrote a one shot instead. Oops... Sorry. Then I got to thinking, I've got a lot of one shot ideas floating around... Why don't I put them all together? Ta Da!

We're all into those big, dramatic, explosive reveals, right? Here we go.

"Ha! Your family is broken!"

You would think Voldemort would be less theatrical, but as he stands in front of the entire school, wand raised, pointing at the Potters, he looks very dramatic.

Until he ruins it by cackling maniacally and shooting a killing curse so close to Molly Weasley that she has to knock over Arthur to get out of the way. Then I remember that this isn't a theatre, and I probably will die today, not that anyone will actually care. I left a long time ago. Everyone, including my family (not counting Rose and Howard, because they left with me) thinks I'm a traitor. They believe that five years ago, on my and my twin brother's birthday, I led Death Eaters to my family. They all accept I killed my brother Howard and my sister Rose, and then ran away out of jealousy to be with Voldemort. They think I grew spiteful because of my brother's fame. My brother, Charlus, is the Boy-Who-Lived, and the only one who can defeat Voldemort. People fawn all over him, and because of that, he's a spoiled brat. Why would I want that? I've never been one for the spotlight; it makes me uncomfortable. They are wrong. On that night five years ago my brother lied when he said I ran off with the Death Eaters and murdered my siblings. Everyone believed him, because after all, he is the Boy-Who-Lived.

-Flashback-

"Come on, Rose!"

I tear across the front yard, Rose, Howard, and Charlus trailing behind me. Charlus didn't want to come, because he wanted to play with his new presents. His friends and admirers delivered more gifts this year, because ten is a wizarding milestone. I received one present from Mother and Father, an old watch I think Father got last year. It was perfect though, because the hands were thin golden lions, and there were little rubies in the band. I was wearing it on my left arm, and I was flashing it every chance I got. It looked pretty in the moonlight, because the rubies were glowing.

"I'm coming, Harry! Go slower!" Rose panted, trying to catch up. She was only a year younger than me, but I was still a head taller.

I slid to a stop, just on the edge of the forest.

"But I want to see the forest tree in the moonlight!"

The forest tree was the tallest tree in the forest. When you climbed it, you could see everything. I had wanted to climb it at night for years, but our parents had never let us, even though it was on the edge of the forest right by the house. Tonight we were finally old enough, because 'only when we were older' were we allowed. I had asked when we were nine, and Mother had said, "When you're older, ask again." I had asked again tonight, and she had said yes. Granted, she'd had many drinks, and was slightly woozy, but that was good enough for me. And for Father too, apparently, as he had allowed Rose, who was nine herself, and Howard, her twin, to come along after I told him Mother said it was okay. He was woozy too, and he was laughing with Moony slightly too loudly to be normal.

"The tree will still be there in two minutes, moron," said Charlus.

Charlus didn't like us much, and he wasn't very considerate. Mother and Father didn't notice, because in their eyes he could do no wrong. They didn't like us as much as Charlus, and sometimes they forgot about us.

I was the main caretaker of Rose and Howard, and when they were little they always looked to me, not Mother and Father. It was the same now.

"One minute Harry, and then we'll be ready," Howard said, slightly doubled over from my run down the stairs and out on the front lawn.

They stayed bent over for a minute, while I bounced on my feet with excitement.

Rose was the first to recover. "Harry, do you think we'll be able to see everything from up there?"

I grinned. "Maybe! Who knows? I just want to climb the tree because we've never done it at night before."

Charlus rolled his eyes at me. "You just don't want to see all my presents. You only got one. I bet you're jealous."

I frowned at him. "I want to see the tree. We can go see your presents later."

Charlus smirked and started to say something, but Howard interrupted him.

"Lets go. I want to see the tree too."

I took off, but I was mindful to go slow enough that they could keep up.

After a few minutes, we reached the tree. It was a tall Ponderosa pine, a tree I'd learned about in the Potter library. I read constantly. Everything from Transfiguration to Herbology, I read and I loved it. When my parents saw the large library checkouts, they thought it was Charlus. Charlus didn't tell them otherwise, and because it was him, it was okay. I'd kept doing it ever since, and nobody cares. Recently though, I'd been running out of books.

I stopped in front of the tree. For a moment none of us moved. Then Charlus said, "Well? Are you going to climb it or not?"

I unfroze and started toward the tree, my feet making soft pat-pat noises on the pine needle covered ground.

Just as I reached the first sap-covered branch, a twig snapped off to our left.

My hand stopped inches from the bark and I turned.

There, partially hidden in the branches, was a man with a white mask. He wore a black cloak and a sadistic smile, and the edges of his sleeves barely brushed the juniper bushes as he moved forward. He stopped a few feet away from us, and his grin widened.

"Hello, children. What are you doing out so late in the middle of the forest?" His eyes landed on me and he stepped closer. "And with the Boy-Who-Lived, no less."

Charlus gulped. He was white as a sheet and shaking. We were not fools. We knew what Death Eaters looked like. Father had told us to scream and run if we ever saw one, but right now we were all frozen with fear.

"Come with me and we'll bring you back home, won't we my friends?"

From behind us, three more Death Eaters slipped from the brush. We were surrounded.

"Come now, no need to be shy…" He lunged forward, grabbing Rose's arm. "We won't hurt you."

That was it. Rose screamed. The Death Eater clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Rose!"

The Death Eater drew his wand. "Shut up, Brat. You! Grab the others! The Dark Lord will want to punish them. The Boy-Who-Lived shall live no more after tonight!"

The other three Death Eaters started toward us, drawing their wands and pointing them at us.

"Diffindo!"

A large gash appeared on Howard's chest. Blood began to pour out, staining his white shirt red. He took one look and his eyes rolled up into his head and he passed out.

"HOWARD!"

I was mad. These people had hurt my brother.

I screamed, and my magic exploded outward, knocking the Death Eaters down. The leader flew into the junipers, and the others disappeared farther into the woods. Miraculously, my siblings were untouched. Charlus took one look and sprinted off, never checking to see if we were following. I tried to pick up Howard, but he was too heavy.

"Rose…"

That was as far as I got before a wand jammed into my rib cage. The leader had gotten back up, and though slightly disheveled, his mask was still in place.

"You little bastard. The Dark Lord shall kill you. Be grateful. Being personally killed is an honor. I can't say the same for your sister."

He moved his wand so it was directly pointed at Rose's face.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"No!" I jumped at him, not caring if I hit him or his wand. As luck would have it, I slammed into his wand hand, jarring his aim so the curse missed my sister by inches. The wand flew out of his hand and landed a few feet away, before rolling under the same juniper he'd crashed into earlier.

"Mudblood spawn! How dare you touch my wand!"

He started toward the juniper and I wasted no time grabbing Howard.

"Rose! Help!"

Rose unfroze and grabbed Howard's feet as I looped my hands under his arms.

Doing a weird four-legged race while carrying Howard, we took off into the darkness, the Death Eater right behind us.

We ran like never before, hyped up on adrenaline and desperation. We could hear him swearing and crashing behind us, occasionally shouting out curses. We ran blindly, finally ducking behind a log and setting down Howard. We were deeper than we'd ever been before, and I had no idea where we were.

We sat stock still as he passed us, breathing shallowly and praying he wouldn't notice.

Eventually the sounds faded, and we drifted off to sleep, to terrified to move.

-Flashback end-

After that night we stumbled through the forest for a few days, slowly starving.

On the third day we found a town. We were taken in by a old witch there, who after hearing our story, explained that it was too dangerous for us to go back, as people thought I was a traitor and the Death Eaters were still looking.

We stayed with her for a year, before I enrolled in Durmstrang under a glamour charm. After a second year, my siblings came too, and life was good. In my sixth year, however, life came crashing down.

Voldemort was on the rise and we needed to go back to Hogwarts. I didn't want to go, but Martha, the witch who found us, made me. Howard and Rose were excited to see our parents again, as they were both professors, but I still remembered they believed Charlus's lies and ignored us. I definitely didn't want to see Charlus again.

The train ride there was dull, except for a brief visit from a boy named Neville asking if we'd seen a girl called Hermione, before he realized he'd never met us before and we had no idea who Hermione was. As it turned out, we ended up friends with the two, as they were the only two people in our house, Gryffindor, that didn't worship Charlus. The year was pretty uneventful until last night, when Voldemort attacked. Then we were fighting for our lives. The older students were allowed to fight alongside the teachers, and the younger students were barricaded into the Great hall. We took up defense around the castle, but it was clear by morning we were loosing. Then Voldemort had called his forces to retreat, and gathered them outside the school doors. We had met them there, light against dark, a great divide running between our groups. Everyone had been silent until Voldemort had begun to speak, taunting the light, before the Potters, our former family, had come forward. Voldemort was still laughing at them, or more specifically, my brother. He still had arrogance in the face of fear.

"Come and face me! I can beat you!"

Voldemort laughed again, a high cold sound that cut through the courtyard. "You? You are but a weakling!"

Even terrified, my brother still puffed up. "I am the Chosen one! The Boy-Who-Lived!"

Voldemort stopped laughing, and a cold smile played on his lips. "Yes you are, aren't you? The one supposedly destined to defeat me. Or so the prophecy says: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..."

The Dark Lord's lips curled, and his scarlet eyes flashed with humor. "You have no extra power, and neither did your brother!"

Charlus's face darkened. "Don't bring my traitor brother into this!"

The Dark lord laughed again, high and heartless.

"Your traitor brother? Oh, the ignorance of the so-called light! Your brother died many years ago, at my hand. I heard you turned and ran that night, leaving your siblings at my mercy, while you saved yourself…"

Charlus spluttered. "I did no such thing!"

But the lie fell flat, and a muttered hush broke out among the light.

Voldemort waved his hand dismissively. "It matters not, now that I am truly invincible! I am the most powerful wizard there has ever been, and nothing may now oppose my path!"

He threw his arms to the heavens, and the Death Eaters cheered.

Charlus shouted, "I will defeat you! I am more powerful than you'll ever be!"

Laughter joined the cheering, but it soon petered out as the Dark Lord signaled for quiet.

"Foolish boy. I never wanted you."

"I am the Boy-Who-Lived!"

Voldemort smiled, and a few Death Eaters cackled. "Ah, how foolish you all are, trusting a single old man. Dumbledore, Dumbledore, always confident, sure in his decision… How delighted I was when I reawakened to find he had made a mistake! Getting to the real Boy-Who-Lived was even easier! Why, I might even get him on my side! But no, he was loyal to the end…" Voldemort's sadistic grin widened as he watched Charlus's face.

Voldemort raised his voice for all to hear and said, "I did not aim for him that night! I aimed for his twin brother with the killing-curse green eyes, who tried to protect him!"

The crowd gasped and shuffled, every eye turned to Charlus.

"And now no one can stop me, for Harry Potter is dead! Killed in a forest with his brother and sister six years ago! Killed as he sniveled at my feet, weak and helpless!"

For once, Charlus was too shocked to say anything.

I couldn't feel my legs. Me, the Chosen one? The Boy-Who-Lived? Was it possible?

Then I remembered all the weird things I could do that no one else could. The apparating in Hogwarts, the multiple animagus forms, the disillusionment charm so powerful I was invisible…

He will have power the Dark Lord knows not…

I turned to Rose and Howard, who were gaping at me open mouthed.

I swallowed. "I think it's time we make a reappearance."

Their astonished looks vanished and were replaced by steely determination similar to my own. I knew that they'd been waiting for this for a long time. Though I denied it, we all missed regular life. Life without secrets. I had always, deep down, sort of wanted my parents to know what had happened. I wanted them to know I hadn't betrayed them. I was positive the others felt the same way, though maybe for different reasons.

We began pushing through the crowd, who were all to shocked to protest. As we passed the Weasleys, we heard Charlus finally speak. "You're lying."

Voldemort cackled. "You have never shown any extraordinary talents! Even now you are below average, coasting on your fame! Your brother begged for mercy, but even then he fought back at first, before I broke him…"

The crowd burst out in fresh whispers, no doubt wondering how it had happened.

Charlus had no come back and fell silent. Finally, we pushed through the front line, walking to Charlus and our parents.

As we joined their side, Charlus glared at me. I ignored him. We had bigger problems than petty rivalry.

I turned to face the Dark Lord just as he began to speak. "And what have we here? Loyal fans?"

I couldn't help it. I snorted. Charlus hated me with passion, and I couldn't say the feeling wasn't mutual.

I stepped forward, and Rose and Howard came with me.

"You know, when you send your Death Eaters to do your dirty work, you really should check for bodies."

Lord Voldemort's eyes narrowed.

I began inspecting my nails with false confidence. "What if, hypothetically, one ten year old and two nine year olds were to overpower your Death Eaters and escape? God forbid anything like that ever happen…"

Voldemort's eyes were now scarlet slits. No one was talking, and both sides held their breath.

Voldemort looked up and down, seemingly recognizing me. "What do you have to do with this, Reddens? You are nothing but a petty mudblood."

Rose, Howard, and I smirked in unison. There was a reason we were all almost sorted in Slytherin. Time to put that cunning into play.

I smiled wider. "Glamour is a powerful thing, Tom."

I was glad we'd researched Tom Riddle, a.k.a. Lord Voldemort. We knew his weaknesses, and his fears.

We also knew how to make him angry.

I continued to smile. "On three?"

Out of the corner of my vision, I saw Rose and Howard nod.

"Three!"

We canceled the glamour charms, and I watched as our features changed. I grew taller, about an inch or so, and my hair changed from dirty blonde to midnight black. My eyes lightened from chocolate brown and turned vivid green. My very physique changed; I became leaner, better equipped for running. The other's changes were just as drastic. Rose's eyes went from brown to hazel, and her hair went from blonde to red and began to curl. They both grew taller and leaner, Howard gaining my midnight black hair and Rose's eyes.

When we were done, there was absolute silence. No one moved.

Voldemort's snakelike face showed shock. "Harry Potter…"

It was quiet, but everyone heard him. Then, all of a sudden, everyone burst into speech.

"Impossible!"

"He's dead!"

"It's the missing Potter siblings!"

"My babies!" Mother. That was definitely Mother.

"But he's a Death Eater!"

"SILENCE!" Voldemort shouted, enforcing a silencing charm with the word, because everyone suddenly stopped talking.

"So… You have come back to life… No matter, I shall still kill you…"

Voldemort began to circle, and by silent agreement, I followed.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"I am immortal."

I smiled. It had taken a lot of time to hunt down the Horcruxes, not to mention destroy them.

"You mean the Horcruxes?"

Tom's eyes widened almost imperceptibly.

"You could not have found them! The protections were too great!"

In answer, I reached into my jacket.

As soon as Hufflepuff's cup hit the ground, I knew I had Tom's undivided attention.

By the time that the diadem and locket had joined the cup, Tom was beginning to panic.

The diadem had been the hardest. I had only found it through our connection, a condition I was beginning to have suspicions about.

I threw out the diary and the ring, letting them fall to the ground beside me.

"I haven't seen Nagini around, have you?"

Voldemort exploded, screaming and shooting sparks out of his wand.

"You dare-"

I cut across him. "Yes, I dare. You never learn, do you, Riddle?"

His wand hand tightened on the Elder Wand. His slender white fingers curled around the handle, like thin snakes to their prey.

"You have killed Nagini? I shall kill you for that… Your death is inevitable… You know what this is, correct?" He flicked the Elder Wand, and I felt my eyes involuntarily land on it.

He took my look for a yes, but explained anyway. "The Elder wand. Unbeatable in battle. You will fall today, Harry Potter!"

Gasps flew from the audience, or more specifically, those who knew what the Elder wand was.

"That's a myth!"

I didn't know who said it, but it came from the direction of the light.

Voldemort's Death Eaters and the man (if you could call him that) himself cackled.

"Myth, you say?" Voldemort shouted. "Maybe we should test it! Lord Voldemort, the greatest wizard to ever live, wielder of the Elder wand, against Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, so-called Chosen one!"

He met my eyes, vivid green on scarlet. "And now, we duel."

For a second neither of us moved. And then I lunged forward, casting as I went.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

I dodged the killing curse and ran straight at Voldemort, watching as he blocked my spell and raised his wand, expecting me to counter attack.

What he did not expect was for me to tackle him like a rugby player.

We crashed to the ground, I on top of him, wrestling for the wand tightly gripped in his hand. He did not cast a spell, because at such close quarters, doing so would undoubtedly harm him as well as me. We grappled, rolling on the ground, one over the other.

"Give it back, you insolent brat!"

Everyone was frozen, shocked by my unconventional methods.

By any means necessary, right?

I twisted the Elder wand, trying to force it out of Voldemort's grip, and multi-colored sparks shot out of the tip. This jarred the crowd, and everyone unfroze.

The light surged forward toward the Death Eaters, and I had just enough time to see arrows arc over the crowd before Voldemort screamed and disapparated, taking me with him.

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We appeared at the top of the astronomy tower, panting, a few feet apart. An early morning breeze blew through the tower, coming from the gaping hole in the north side. Voldemort rose to his feet, and I clambered up to meet him.

Ha ha ha ha! Yes, I'm ending it here! My evil side couldn't resist! Take that, evil writers who have previously tortured me with cliffhangers!