Dumbledore ran through the ministry, red and green lights firing all around him and while he was much older now he could still fight. Throwing the attackers away one by one as ministry soldiers tried to maintain control of the situation. By his side were Ron and Hermione Weasley. Both attacked by age and with greying hair, wrinkling bodies and slow movements they tried to keep up with Dumbledore.

"He can't be doing this," Ron hissed moving slightly quicker, drawing on strength from an unseen source.

"He is," Dumbledore insisted firing a stunner at the closest death eater who had got in their way, this was the first attack they had made on the ministry and losing it would lose war.

"He can't, he's been with us all the way. The Battle of Hogwarts, Collapse of Diagon Alley, the fall of Paris, Moscow, New York and London. He was the one who led us, why would he do this?" Hermione demanded, her hair in a tall bun which was shaking with the pressure of running. Though she was used to it now, for fifty years she had fought the Death Eaters. Fifty years of constant war and she was getting tired,

"He was never the same without her," Dumbledore argued

"But that doesn't mean he would resort to this," Ron argued as they approached the long hallway that would lead them to the Department of Mysteries. Ministry soldiers, identified by their blue uniform and the letters MWP engraved onto their helmets. Ministry War Personnel, the alternative to the aurrors who were all but extinct now. Killed in the Great Battle Of Hogwarts, which had seen the Death Eater's greatest defeat but at the cost of the school. Now there was nothing but rubble and bodies no one could go back for.

The three never got to the door, it opened beforehand and another man walked out. He moved slowly, calmly and was dressed in a flowing coat with a smart shirt and plain, black trousers. His hands were gnarled, a finger missing on one and the other was clutched around a small box. It fit in the palm of one hand and was covered in glowing symbols.

"Harry," Ron gasped looking at his friend with wide eyes, brimming with shock. Harry looked up, his face long and covered in lines, thinned lips hung from his face as dead as his eyes which had lost all shine. His hair was combed smart but its shade of grey cast a shadow on his entire face. The moment his eyes met his supposed allies he drew his wand. His old friends did the same and pointed each of them at him.

"You can't do this Harry," Dumbledore told him in raspy tones. He was tired after such effort, they all were.

"How dare you? You tell me what I can't do and yet your existence is fuelled by the dying souls of others. You need death to live, Tonks, Fleur, Gabrielle and Lupin volunteered to die by your hand just so you could live a few years longer." Harry spat, his eyes furious.

"That is nothing compared to what you want to do Harry, please put the box down," Hermione pleaded in a desperate tone.

"And you Hermione. So desperate to prove you were the best tactician after a series of defeats you led an assault against all our advice on a Death Eater fortress. You knocked out the only defence Hogwarts had and despite what you think we lost that battle." Harry told her, glaring at her every move.

"Harry mate, I know ever since London you've been..."

"No Ron, I have not been different. That day when I lost Ginny I realised what was going on. As the houses of Parliament burned and Voldemort sat on his throne in the tower, I saw the truth. As one by one powerful muggles were sentenced to death. The Prime Minister, the Royal Family and so many more died that day. This cannot go on," Harry answered looking distant, he could still see the people led up to Voldemort and killed. Some like the royalty took their fate with dignity, others begged and Harry could never blame them. By then all muggles knew about magic, all of them hated it now. Magical People caused a worldwide war which was killing them. It couldn't continue.

"Then help us, fight them with us," Dumbledore begged not wanting to strike first.

"I fought with you for over fifty years and since then almost half the world is under the control of Voldemort or his puppets. There is no other option," Harry sighed deeply looking at the box in his hand. Inside was the Ministry's greatest secret, one that should never have been discovered.

"Stupefy," Hermione took advantage of the situation but Harry, he was better. He summoned a shield in the blink of an eye and was gone in the next.

Headmasters Office

The tallest part of Hogwarts now, everything else was rubble and Harry walked up the stairs which were mostly intact and on his way saw the bodies. A thousand people died in this one battle, and that was not including death eaters.

"You have given me no choice," Harry muttered to himself again and again as he climbed the stairs. Knowing what awaited him when he got to the top. The box was still in his hand and he just hoped he could do this.

"Harry, you don't have to do this," a voice trickled into his head and he knew it was his own mind, he just didn't want to believe it.

"Ginny, I have to. Almost every magical person has been brought into this war, every muggle has been touched. The dragon attacks on Washington, Rome and a hundred more cities just show how much more this war has and will continue to escalate. I need to do this," he announced to the air in a heavy, shaky voice.

"There must be another way," Ginny answered from in front of him. Looking no older than twenty, her warm inviting smile beckoned him into the office and her hand met his. Harry looked into her eyes.

"There is none. I am sorry my dear, I will join you soon," a tear trickled down his face and Harry made no move to wipe it away. For when he blinked Ginny was gone and all that was left was the body of a green robed woman on the floor.

"Minerva, you fought them to the end. Killed Bellatrix and many more, it took Voldemort himself to kill you and as he sits on his throne I will avenge you." Harry told the dead woman who had lain in that same position for almost thirty years. Harry turned away from her. He instead opened the box he had brought with him and he took out a small glass bal with an inky substance inside.

The ministry had wanted to find a counter for dark magic , so they could stop the torturing, killing and worse but instead they got something else. They had no idea what but this ball contained the complete opposite to magic. If released it would destroy as much of it as it could before starving. In the ball it was kept fed by low level magic and the ministry had never released it, fearing it would alter the magical landscape too much.

"Spirit of Hogwarts, I call on you," Harry whispered and waited a few seconds until a warmth filled the air, he opened his eyes and saw Ginny in front of him once more.

"You summoned me," she commented, it was not her only the appearance the magic surrounding the Castle had wanted to take. It had been a magical holy site before a school.

"Spirit of Hogwarts, please take on another form," Harry begged not wanting to speak to his wife when it was not her, or his mind.

"No, you need to see this. I know what you want, the moment you summoned me the raw magic around this place came with me. I know what you want, but please don't do this," the spirit begged in a voice that was filled with sorrow, pity and fear. She was the voice of all magic and it was begging him.

"I have made my decision," Harry spoke with wisdom and age.

"It won't destroy just dark magic," the spirit warned and Harry looked at it, their eyes locked and then she understood.

"You never wanted it too. You actually want this," Ginny's voice remarked with twinkling eyes as Harry took the glass orb into his hand. Ginny visibly flinched.

"Raw magic is in everything, it links to everything and this place is full of it. This is why they built the school; you have opened the gateway when I summoned you. Something you had no choice in and for that I apologise. However I do not apologise for what I am going to do," Harry whispered, his voice getting lower as he spoke. He was tired, and he wanted to sleep; something going to do in only a few more seconds.

"If you do it then the raw magic will be devoured. That substance will spread through it, devouring magic but not just that. Magical plants will die without their power; creatures will no longer be able to exist..."

"And all wizards and witches will die. All of them at once, even Voldemort whose horcrux count has only increased. With all magic gone, his soul will break apart and it will be the end of this war. Of all magical wars," Harry finished with a deep breath.

"Every squib , every person who has any magic in them will be destroyed. Please do not do this, magic could be eternal," Ginny pleaded but Harry was no longer listening. He had drawn his wand.

"I've seen what it magic has done, Dumbledore lives on the souls of others, Voldemort has only a section of his soul and the horrors I have seen can never be justified." Harry answered with shudder as his mind went back to those moments.

"That's not all. The afterlife for all creatures is magical, you will destroy that. There will be nothing but eternal silence for all. Do not do this!" Ginny tired to order but Harry simply took a breath.

"The moment the Order and ministry sunk to the same levels as the Death Eaters it was lost. There is no good or evil now but if I can stop the muggle horrors and the war then I will die happy." Harry sighed deeply and then readied a spell.

"No," Ginny pleaded but it was never her voice, it was the voice of Hogwarts and while Harry now knew he would never see his wife it was not something to think about. She had died five years ago when London was taken. He had done horrific things in his time and death was the peaceful punishment he needed. It was what they all needed.

"Reducto,"

Ministry

Dumbledore felt it, he was in the atrium fighting off the last wave of attackers and then he felt his magic weaken.

"No," was all he could say.

"He did it, Harry did it," Hermione announced with teary eyes as the flashes of red and green ceased, only to be replaced by a dark feeling. She turned to Ron and looked at him

"We've both done terrible things in our time. Though no matter what I will love you," she told him taking the man's hand.

"And I you," Ron sniffed, holding back sobs.

"Both of you were the finest people I have ever worked with, it was an honour," Dumbledore told them both putting a hand on his heart. Then he felt it, all the air was sucked out of his lungs and e could breathe no more in. His body was shutting down and he could see through dimming eyes everyone else was affected. Hermione and Ron sank to the floor, hands entwined and both of them just gazing at each other.

Then Dumbledore's eyes closed and neither he nor anyone else in the room opened them again.