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Welcome back, readers!

Now, this story isn't really a story. It is a small segment which occurs at some point after Harry dies in the final book. It is different slightly, in that Voldemort doesn't bring Harry's body to gloat, and that he didn't just kill him. He beat him up slightly. It also gives a 'smart Harry' impression, rather than in the books as well.

Well, I hope you enjoy: Harry's Back!


Chapter One: Harry's Back!

'Oh Harry,' Hermione thought forlornly, 'we need you…I need you.'

With an almost silent rustle, a figure appeared in front of the defenders. He stood there, leaning heavily on his left leg, the right having been rendered useless; clutching his right arm to his chest, which looked broken; and wearing tattered robes which were drenched with crusty blood, mud and grime. His head was bowed, looking directly at the ground.

The defenders were silent. None of them could tell who this individual was. Voldemort was equally surprised. He had cast the anti-apparition and portkey wards himself – it shouldn't have been possible to breach his defences. Taking a step forward, he addressed the new comer.

"You, wizard, identify yourself." He said with a snake like hiss. Much to the shock of most of the people gathered, the figure began to laugh, his head still bowed. Voldemort, furious at the defiance from this individual, drew his wand and pointed it at him. "TELL ME WHO YOU ARE?" He roared in anger. Slowly, the man's head began to raise, a pair of emerald green eyes fixed upon the dark lord.

"Harry James Potter; at your service…" He answered with a smirk.

Those gathered gasped. The defenders, who had almost given up hope, looked at the man with wide eyes and a warm feeling in their hearts. The Boy Who Lived was alive. Hermione's heart soared. He had come. He had heard her call and come. Voldemort recoiled slightly in surprise, before narrowing his eyes in anger.

"Potter; how are you still alive? I killed you myself." Harry smiled, a small amount of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"You know what they say, Tom. Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated." He chuckled slightly. Riddle sneered at him, raising his wand once more.

"No matter; I killed you once before, I will do so again." With a cold laugh, he aimed his wand directly at Harry. "Avada Kedavra!"

The green killing curse sped toward Harry, who made no move to avoid it. Just before it hit, he waved his hand and spoke clearly.

"Amor Erit Scutum," A massive blue shield formed instantly, covering both himself and the defenders behind him. The curse was absorbed harmlessly into its walls.

Everyone, including the death eaters gasped. The killing curse had been blocked. Voldemort was shocked; his strongest curse had been stopped. It was impossible: the killing curse could not be blocked. Frustrated, he cast it three more times, with the same result. He snarled at Harry, casting every spell he knew.

"POTTER; how are you doing this?!" He roared.

"It's simple," Harry smiled and laughed again, "magic."

With another flick of his wrist, the spells Riddle had cast were spat out of the shield, tearing towards unsuspecting death eaters. The initial wave of killing curses took down several men, while the extra spells injured many others. Voldemort looked around as he watched his minions fall like flies, before turning back to Harry, his eyes burning.

"You're a coward, Potter; hiding behind a shield, using my own spells against me…why don't you fight like a real wizard?" Harry laughed.

"Alright Tom," He stepped out of the shield he limped closer to him, "let's dance!" Voldemort responded with a roar.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" While the dark lord's green curse sped toward Harry, he withdrew his wand and met the dark lord's spell with one of his own.

"AMOR MEUS ERIT GLADIUM MEUM!" The words rolled off his tongue in a few seconds.

With a flash, a bright white spell hurtled toward the green and they met in a magical clash, sparks and lights flashing wildly. The two streams from their wands created a bubble of magic in the middle, which convulsed rapidly, the colours swirling.

Despite his injuries, Harry put his all into the spell, his face gritted with a look of concentration and tiredness. Voldemort meanwhile, was struggling to maintain his curse. The Priori Incantatum effect which he had been plagued with since his resurrection had returned.

Slowly, the white began to advance on the green, pushing the curse back inch by inch. Riddle was aghast; he had the Elder Wand! This shouldn't have been possible! Reaching down into the depths of his mind, he pulled up every dark, evil, hateful emotion he could muster, forcing it into the stream of magic. This did not stop the advancing white spell.

"WHAT IS THIS MAGIC?!" He roared in fear and anger.

Sweat began to pour from both their foreheads and Riddle began to panic. He fell to his knees in exhaustion, still maintaining the curse, giving it his all. As Harry's spell finally forced the green back entirely, and the white touched the tip of Riddle's wand, the Death-Stick exploded in a flash of bright white, the shockwave knocking everyone, bar the duellists, to their feet.

The wave of energy tore into Riddle, scorching his body with a pure white flame. His inhuman screams echoed around the grounds as his body disintegrated into nothing, the dust fading with the wind. Harry stood unmoving, panting tiredly, his wand pointing at an invisible foe.

As the defenders pushed themselves to their feet, the first thing they saw was the scorched and burnt bodies of Voldemort's minions, the dark mark on their arms black and charred. When the self-proclaimed dark lord had died, the white magic had followed the connection to his minions, burning the dark magic present in the marks.

Hermione was the first to take a step toward the unmoving wizard. As the others got their bearings and cleared away the cobwebs, she came up behind him tentatively.

"Harry?" A breath caught in his throat. The heavy panting ceased and he made no sounds. Finally, his wand clattered to the floor and he let out a painful sigh.

"It's over." With that, he keeled over to his left and collapsed on the ground.

With a gasp, Hermione ran to his side and squeezed his hand. She took in the scale of his various wounds and shouted for a healer. If they didn't hurry up, they could lose him.

"HARRY! Come on Harry; wake up! Wake up!" She pleaded.

His eyes shot open and he let out a shuddering breath. He blinked groggily before settling his tired gaze on her. He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling with obvious love and affection. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the intensity of his gaze.

"Hello Hermione." He lifted a hand and brushed her cheek softly, wiping away the tears which fell from her eyes. "Hey, don't cry; we won. You and me 'Mione; we won." She smiled beautifully and nodded.

"That's right. We won." He laughed slightly before it devolved into a hacking cough. She frowned and held his hand tighter. "Now you stay awake, alright? There are healers coming and you are going to be fine; do you hear me?" She questioned sternly. He grinned and saluted cheekily.

"Yes Ma'am." She giggled slightly, which made his smile increase tenfold. Having a sudden thought, and wanting to keep him talking, she frowned and looked at him curiously.

"Harry; those spells…" She paused "…I've never heard of them before. What are they?" He smiled and coughed lightly.

"'Amor Erit Scutum' which translates to 'my love will be your shield'." She nodded in understanding. "It focuses the casters love of an individual into an impenetrable bubble. Its strength is determined on the love of the person and the magical power of the caster." He looked at her lovingly and she blushed.

"H-how did you find out about it?" She asked, trying to hide her reaction to the intensity of his gaze.

"I spent years trying to find out how my mother saved my life that night. It took a while but I finally managed to locate the spell, written in her journal. She crafted it herself. She must have had an idea of what was to come." Hermione nodded.

"What about the other one?" He smiled tiredly.

"'Amor Meus Erit Gladium Meum' which translates to 'my love will be my sword'." He coughed again before continuing. "I crafted that one myself, using my mother's notes. Dumbledore said my power was my capacity to love. All I did was give it a focus." She smiled shyly and nodded.

"Harry, if you don't mind me asking; who did you focus on when you cast those spells?" She asked hopefully. He smiled and cupped her cheek loosely.

"I focused on you Hermione; only on you." He replied. He leaned close to her ear and whispered. "I love you Hermione Granger." She sobbed slightly, before crashing her lips against his.

They kissed passionately for a few minutes before they broke away, panting. She smiled widely and kissed him all over his face, tears pouring down her cheeks.

"I love you too." He smiled widely and the pair embraced in the battle torn grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.


Ah, there we are: another fiction bit where Harry and Hermione get together...I think you can see that I'm a HHr writer!

Now, the idea for this story came when I was fiddling with the 'Google Translate' tool. I tried translating english into latin and had a mess around. For those religious people out there, I adapted the saying from the Bible into those spells. Harry used love to defeat the dark lord, rather than using a stupid loophole with the Elder Wand...that really irked me that ending...

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading it!

This is the Quill, signing off!