In the highest tower of Hogwarts school there were two men, who were both at odds with each other, they had just finished their decade old quarrel and had come to a form of agreement on the matter. One stood to the side all vainglorious and enshrouded in darkness, the other, however impolite it may seem, was upon the floor, not paying attention to his long known nemesis or life as it passed him by.

His patient eyes were closed in deep slumber and the ever present upturn of the left hand corner of his wizened mouth still indicated that a smile hid there. Weary lines carved deep into his face betrayed his age, the physical marks of his wisdom and eventual lassitude this, however, was tempered by the gentle laughter lines which curved outward from his eyes.

Half-moon spectacles lay haphazardly across his face as if he had fallen asleep whilst reading a book, his longs hair lovingly dishevel. His clothes were busy as usual, seemingly designed by people who just frankly had too much imagination, cheerful insects made their way happily across the fabric emitting a low buzzing sound as they went upon their business.

There he lay, the hard unforgiving flags of the floor embraced the body as it lay above them, greedily absorbing the fading heat and vitality: this was a place of death; it was also the place that moments later his lover and life long friend found him, albeit too late.


Near the side of Hogwarts, Harry and Ginny murmured among themselves, discussing their future. They lay together intertwined in the long grass near the bounds of the lake whilst the luminous moon looked down sadly upon their embrace. Ginny observed the hard plains of his body and the soft contrast of hers, their two natured hairs becoming one with the other turning a deep copper in the silver light. She found herself, in his embrace deeply centred in peace despite the horrors that had befallen them.

They relished their embrace, each finding comfort in the other. Looking across the lake they became entrapped in the serene illusion that had been cast upon them, they felt the warm scented breeze caressing their skin and saw the onyx black depths of the lake which highlighted the light green glow of the fireflies that danced across the surface: it was too peaceful.

"I wish Ron and Hermione were here to see this, they'd have loved it. I hope they have found peace where ever they are, they deserve it." Ginny sighed pain colouring her tone. Harry paused in playing with her crimson locks his face hardening and his heart panging in the worst of ways.

He didn't fully believe in the words he uttered next but his words comforted Ginny so they fell from his raw-bitten lips unchecked. "They died an honourable death protecting what they loved, no matter what the cost and gave us a hope for the future, there were no better people they died with defiance on their lips and pride in their chest-I am honoured to have been their friends." Harry grimaced at what he said, the lines seeming practiced, hollow and impersonal to his ears, next to him Ginny visibly relaxed.

The pain of his friends' death still haunted Harry, he believed himself not worthy of their friendship, it carved a deep wound in his soul and the pain was still fresh in his memory.

Harsh panted breaths echoed around the maze that the trio had lead themselves into. Like rats in a trap they ran blindly from the enemy, a twelve foot snake. The abrasive tall stone hemmed them in; they were lost within the boundaries of the maze, awaiting death. The impervious, unyielding dirt floor gave no answers, it was fight or flight and they were running quickly out of both options. Poor visibility combined with disorientation got the three friends quickly lost and separated.

Harry was blindly stumbling around and had scraped his elbows on the walls until blood ran down his arms, he fell over twice and had lost his glasses. Completely unaware of where he was and how far he could carry on till he last him self to the surrounding darkness he staggered on hoping only that Ron and Hermione had stuck together and that they were still alive, or even better back at Hogwarts, safe.

In answer to his thought a scream resounded from further in the maze. It split the air, rising in a crescendo that Harry knew would ring in his ears for years to come. He turned on his tail and straight toward the sound. The darkness engulfed him whole, like the maw of a wolf it welcomed him voraciously.

Harry ran into a clearing, immediately he saw the mangled body of his best friend, he would have been beyond recognition if not for the mop of bright carroty hair that flared there mockingly still on top of the mangled being. Harry fell to his knee drawing in air, gasping like it was his last life line.

Hermione hovered over the body clutching it to her chest, her top quickly becoming soaked through with blood. Sobbing and kissing his face she wept for her lost love. Anguished screams ripped out of her, tearing through the air. As they pierced the atmosphere they lingered longer than they should as they were weighted with pure despair. The air tasted of death and misery rushed in on the winds. Not knowing how to comfort such a loss Harry hung back awkwardly, dealing with his own grief he refused to allow his self the luxury of breaking down and stood up making his way forwards to Hermione.

He screams quieted and faded away to merely whimper rat his approach. As Harry put his hand consolingly down upon Hermione's shoulder she turned quickly, her face hardening the tears looking like pure ice as they glistened upon her sunken cheeks.

"I'll kill it, I'll fucking murder it. Stone. Cold. Dead. Harry you try and stop me and I'll hurt you, this is about revenge,-it fucking played with him before it killed him. I will revenge my husband." She hissed like a woman possessed. With no warning she bolted running back into the maze, Harry quickly followed close behind.

With reckless abandon Hermione flew through the maze, her hair trailing behind her coiling and writhing as if it had a life of it's own, corner after corner she took wildly seeking her prey. The snake and the human saw each other at the same time; they froze both ready to strike, circling like deranged beats do when vying for supremacy.

Under her breath, and without taking her eyes off the snake in front of her, Hermione magically froze Harry to the spot and then quietly said her goodbyes.

"Harry I must do this please understand, I love you but I can't live in a world without Ron it's just...just take care of yourself. Don't back down, with this I will give you the tools to win the war. Take care of Ginny, keep her safe, Ron would have wanted you to. I Love you."

Then she took her eyes off the snake and turned to look at him smiling her eyes already turned upwards, the snake hissed and lunged. "Displodio" she whispered. The snake wrapped itself around her, they shined red and gold for the briefest of seconds; then exploded. That was how the last horcrux was destroyed.

Snapping out of his reverie Harry decidedly put the memory to the back of his mind; there were other things to think about.

Feeling a sudden shift in the atmosphere Harry glanced about, his muscles tensing. An scream resounded from an upstairs window in the castle, the sheer grief and loss imbued within it made those privy to the sound pause and shiver, it then morphed from human to something more primal and instinctual; vibrating throughout the grounds and worming deep anxiety in those around.

After it died down, all hell promptly broke loose.


Upon seeing Dumbledore's cold and stiff body Minerva McGonagall took one last look turned upon her heel. Mid-turn she shifted into her cat form needing all the agility and reflexes that her other form could give her to escape from reality and first of all, Voldermort.

Walls and students loomed above her and behind her but she did not see them nor slow, there was only one event she could see now, it repeated and repeated, with single mindedness she took herself off, heading for the main office as fast as she could until she caved to grief.

As she came to the main office, she changed briefly back to human form, sounded the alarm and left her wand upon the desk. Then as her anguish crashed down around her she allowed animal instincts to take over, something that she had never permitted herself to do before and had abhorred the weak minded souls who had contemplated the same thing she herself was attempting.

In her mind Minerva McGonagall saw the threads of her cat form, her magical being and her human form twisted together like a double-helix running through her core, bright lights surrounded her cavern of inner-self; different colours alluding to different moods and memories. In the habit and clutch of despair she cut her human bonds; they shrivelled up and died within her core. Her being, unbalanced now, started to distort. Snaps and cracks could be heard as bones and ligaments were put under pressure; serrated yellowish claws grew from fingernails, sleek black thick hair covered every inch of its body and its mind caved way to instinct and power.

Its last human thought emerged in a terrifying scream that shook the castle to its foundation but the name it called was lost in the gurgle of terror. Now free of human shackles, its desires and worries were that of death which it wished to deliver as quickly and as messily as possible to any in its path. The perverted mix of half-man, half-cat creature took off, with killer intent.


On his feet and coiled for action Harry looked on in horror as Mordsmorde appeared in the sky, standing back to back Harry and Ginny looked ready to take any enemies. A second later rushing lights and cracks resounded all around the couple. Rushed at and lost in the masquerade Harry and Ginny were separated by the sea of Death Eaters. They jeered and pushed at Harry, but did nothing worse, becoming angered Harry threw some high level spells at them with the intention of harm. They absorbed the impact, all creating and upholding a shield that spanned the length of them. Anger quickly rising Harry threw harder and more violent spells at them edging slightly in to darker charms, yet no damage was caused and Harry had no power against their combined powers, helpless he began to grow weak.

The silver masks grinned asininely at him, tauntingly flickering in the flames that had started to burn Hogwarts. The flames reflected upon the water of the lake staining it the colour of blood. Tiring now Harry didn't see the foot that came at him aiming for his head; he fell to the ground with a sickening thump.

Through a gap in their ranks Harry saw Fenrir Greyback make for his next unaware prey, Ginny. All the blood raced to his head and Harry saw red with strength he did not know he possessed Harry threw himself at the barrier but neither magical nor physical strength could penetrate it. He watched as the love of his life, his intended, was mauled to death by a lunatic cannibal; his desperation knew no bounds as he threw himself at the barrier, shoulder now broken. But it was futile.

Moments later the Death eaters scattered as a monster threw itself at the human barrier, a cat creature ripped and chewed upon the Death Eaters in it way and bounded quickly around spreading carnage. Using this moment of distraction Harry ran to Ginny and knelt over her cooling body, he took his jacket off and covered her it becoming soaked in a matter of seconds.

Wiping the tears from his face Harry looked into the eyes of what had once been Professor McGonagall; both froze on instinct to see who'd jump first. Distracted Harry saw Fenrir running to the castle. He snarled.

The creature tensed and its hackles rose and it feeling the intense hatred and killer intent coming from its prey, it started to back away. Power was fuelled by emotion, and Harry was beyond pissed. Minerva, now as a being of instinct and impulsion knew that at that second it was out classed, with a whimper and a snarl it bounded away into the Forbidden Forest, its tail between its legs, where it stayed howling at the full moon.

Pursuing Fenrir up the steps and into the castle Harry followed him, all of his logic faded, yet no matter how fast Harry ran however he only seemed to be able to catch sight of his boots as he ran round the corner of his bloody grin. Turning and swerving corners, climbing stairs Harry sped on, following Fenrir up the astronomy tower. Catching sight of the corner of some fleeting material Harry ran into the room. He came face to face with Voldermort.

"Harry, have you come to visit me, how nice." Voldermort smiled mockingly, his pale flat face twisted lopsidedly into a poor imitation of a smile.

Harry spat, his voice held tightly and each syllable forced out between his teeth "Voldermort I think you realise that we are both past words, I hope you are prepared to die because I am. Of course it is said that neither can live while the other survives"

"How nice." Voldermort countered. Both fighters took their stances Voldermort's more defensive and Harry's purely offensive; they circled each other like jungle cats each looking for openings in their partners stand.

"Obstringere" Harry threw his most potent binding cure at Voldermort who took it in his own time and with inhuman flexibility he dodged it as it flew past him. Harry really stood no chance, then Voldermort advanced upon him and cast his favourite spell.

"Crucio" Voldermort kicked away Harry's wand and watched as Harry's body jerked, as if he were a puppet on a string, it arched upwards and Harry began to scream, Voldermort laughing all the while .Harry writhed beneath Voldermort biting his lip to silence himself until Voldermort grew bored. Soon Voldermort halted in his play to observe the broken, panting body beneath him.

"Poor pathetic Potter, how does it feel to be kneeling at my feet? Crucio!" he resumed the curse but increasing its potency. Harry screamed and one more the macabre sound filled Voldermort with bloodlust and pleasure; he threw his head back and cackled the manic sound creating a discord with the disquieting sobs which echoed through the castle halls. Whilst Voldermort was preoccupied with his own self enjoyment Harry hazily through his pain reached over to his own wand.

"Avis!" he screamed hoarsely, a large flock of white doves flew out of Harry's wand and flew straight at Voldermort, intending to escape out of the window behind him. Voldermort now distracted, he dropped the curse. Harry crouched under his flock, using them as cover as he moved.

"Incendere" Voldermort shouted, intending to burn away the pests.

"Sectumsempra" Harry shouted at the same time. Voldermort screeched, his features contorting as blood gushed from his leg. Harry advanced for another spell.

"Caecus" (1) Voldermort hissed, grinning with blood stained teeth. "Crucio! Tell me how it feels, Potter, to be blind and useless knowing that you've failed you family and friends. You may have wounded me but don't be disillusioned, it was nothing but a lucky shot. Here let me make sure such unplanned and dangerous accidents don't happen again, you're lucky you've got me left to take care of you." Voldermort picked up Harry's wand twirling it around his finger grinning sadistically at the boy who lay groaning at his feet, he crouched down and ran the tip of the wand over Harry's face and eyes. "A pointy stick like this can lead to nasty accidents, tut, tut, tut, we don't want that now do we." Grabbing the wood in his hands Voldermort straightened, snapped it and threw the pieces down. Harry screamed.

"After all this I still like you, strange, but in truth you are turning out to be quite an attractive man, I'll let you stay alive if you stay loyal to me and let me kill you friends. You don't need to worry about killing me either because I'll bind you with spells and old curses that I've already prepared, doesn't that sound nice? All you need to do is say the words." Voldermort looked leering down upon the twisted figure.

Harry gritted his teeth and spat his answer, "Go to hell."

"Hell? Hell would be a picnic to where you are going. Shame, of course I wasn't intending to keep you in the first place you were just a replacement for Ginerva, your girlfriend but seeing as you couldn't protect her and she was mauled to death I intended to use you as a replacement for her, such a useless boy." He grabbed Harry's hair and hauled him up by the roots, cupping Harry's face he turned the blinded boy towards him and said, "If you won't warm my bed and you couldn't even protect your pathetic girlfriend, what good are you?"

Harry boiled with rage; it raced from his very core and hummed under the surface of his skin. In his minds eye he saw more than he had ever seen; flashes of the Weasley family, Ron, Hermione, his parents, Dumbledore and Ginny tumbled around his unordered head their voices merged into one shout, one purpose. A cornucopia of colour exploded into his vision, a whole spectrum of colours unexplored before Harry knew that he was seeing the colours of magic. Slowly and with growing clarity Harry's vision came back to him, yet in a non-conventional way, he could see the colours that filled Voldermort's silhouette, they were dark and sometimes lighting strikes of death green could been seen in the tempest but not the body. As with the room, every thing was as clear as day but instead of features everything hummed and throbbed with their own colour and energy. Looking back at Voldermort Harry could see all of his magic flowing freely, and it centring around his heart.

Voldermort became puzzled as Harry suddenly grew transfixed and still, then the boy reached out and touched his chest; Voldermort felt a tug and then agony as his soul was ripped from his body.

Harry reached for the green lighting blots and grasped them in his hand, they burned but he didn't let go and he pulled. The lights disappeared and Voldermort became a cold uninteresting grey, both fell to the ground pulling himself up Harry knelt by Voldermort. Panting on the floor Harry cried, 'Is this the moment my whole life came to, I won everything I needed… but lost everything I wanted…'

"Why?" Harry shouted at the prone lifeless figure lying beneath him, "Why, why, why, why, why?" With a sob he dropped to the floor in front of his last reason for living. Grabbing on to the front of Voldermort's robes, beating at his chest. Blood stained his palms and mingled with that of his enemies, his tattered clothes became leaden down with blood.

"Why did you have to be such a prick, couldn't you just die at birth and then I would have been happy…" trailing off Harry could feel great magic approaching. Dawn started to break.

It swept across the sky line, a pink hue that seemed peaceful; the gentle shafts of light breaking the twilight that had choked the land previously. Birds silenced previously now began to chatter amongst themselves they darted out from their homes viewing the carnage that the battle had left behind, they saw the last looks of the defiant Death Eaters and Voldermort's brand, the Mordsmorde, disappear. Then as the sun began to rise a great cheer could be heard.

A beam of light illuminated the peoples' saviour as he kneeled on the floor clutching on to Voldermort's bloodied corpse, it passed over the dirtied knees, his one broken shoulder, bruised face and onto his crimson stained hands. Then it passed on to a locket that hung on a fragile chain round Voldermort's neck. The necklace seemed pure silver and had an enchanting design upon it, it pictured a snake with wings mid-flight and the way the creature fell formed an 'S' shape upon the locket. It was glowing gold, like a key to one of Gringott's vaults; it possessed a heavy dense feel as if it were weighed down by numerous magics.

The locket glinted now in the sunlight absorbing the light magic and making it clearer; Harry marvelled at the detail, clear to his new eyes, curiosity won over, he picked it up. It sat prettily in the blood upon Harry's hands, the magic intensifying, he became mesmerised and realised he couldn't look away. The snake upon the locket then began to move, coiling itself around Harry's finger it tasted the blood that lingered there, Voldermort's blood. Slithering back to the locket it settled down but not before it hissed "Accepted"

"Accepted what?" Harry shouted at the snake "Tell me!" he hissed. The locket ignored him and instead began to glow white hot. As panic and realisation set in Harry began to say "Oh crap, I probably shoul…" whatever else that should have been said then was lost as Harry disappeared in a swirling vortex of magic.

The room left behind was peaceful and nothing could be heard inside, a bird hopped in and glanced about all it could see was a dead human, it never see Harry Potter again and neither did anyone else. He was made into a legend, later on when people had forgotten about him he became a deterrent to naughty children and his statue at Hogsmeade was a great meeting place and for eating your sandwiches.


Harry screamed as he fell through a series of colours, bright lights sped passed him and if he touched one he would see a glimpse of the past, the present or sometimes even the future. The locket that he couldn't let go off sped him directly towards a particularly dark greenish light that itself was surrounded by dark shades of purple and blue, it pulsated with profound magics that drew Harry like a magnet. As he reached it the light expanded and swallowed him whole. The sensation, he would recall upon later date, was akin to diving into a pool of treacle, sticky and suffocating, it clung to him like a second skin and moulded him on whim.

He fell out the other side, and onto a bed, which already had someone on it.


The man had been minding his own business, reading a book when a young man fell out of a portal and landed upon his bed. The figure looked up from the mattress. A dirty young boy sat upon his lap looking dazed and confused. His clothes were torn and ripped and blood dripped off him in worrying quantities. It finally spoke.

"Hi I'm Harry Potter, nice to meet you." it said.

"Salazar Slytherin" he replied. "Now will you please get off me" To this Harry promptly fainted


(1) -latin word for blind, or to be blinded.

I am really sorry to the people that actually want to read this story, I was not happy with the first chapter, so I changed it, took me a while so sorry, hope that you appriciate the changes. The second chapter is being written! and should be uploaded this week. Sorry about the wait, I knew the beggining of the story, the end but not the middle; now this plot strop is over I can write. Many apologies and thanks, Fran Fiction. Ooh and I don't not own any rights to anything, Harry Potter is JK Rowlings creation.

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