"You're sure about this?" asked Luna, gazing at the flames slowly discoloring and shifting.

Harry nodded as he cast the disillusionment spell upon the objects on the table in front of him.

Harry laid his head on the couch as Luna sat next to him. "Luna, do you hate me?"

Luna stiffened and glanced at him before gazing back at the shifting fire. "It would be stupid not to hate you after what you did, Harry Potter. Fortunately, I have an intense amount of self-hate for myself, so I also love you just as much."

"Yeah, I understand, I've always hated myself too," said Harry, he took a deep breath and exhaled. His eyes fixed upon the ceiling and registering none of its intricate patterns. "I can't take back what I did; an apology would be just as pathetic and meaningless. There can be no forgiveness or mercy, but a part of me doesn't even care. Luna . . . I'm so tired, I'm so tired of living."

"What changed?" said Luna, "I absolutely understand your bitterness and self-deprecation for the loss of your godfather, but that doesn't justify what you did or what kind of person that you've become."

"A terrible thought came to me and I couldn't argue against it or ignore the hate that swelled inside me because of it. The only time I felt alive was my first year of Hogwarts and the times I spent with Sirius whenever I didn't have to worry about his safety." said Harry, "Apart from those few times, I always felt like I was coasting through life; like I just kept going because I had to but with no real reason for myself to enjoy my life. My time at Hogwarts slowly became just as suffocating as when I was with the Dursleys, from the middle of Second Year onwards. Once I realized the problem, I just couldn't deal with it, I didn't know how."

"But you did so many good things," said Luna, she frowned. "So many lives were saved because of your heroic feats. You came through in the end and even in situations where the odds were far above and beyond your capabilities."

"This probably won't make much sense but . . . I was honestly just trying to be like those heroes in comic books I read as a kid. I felt like if I imitated them, then I could be a hero of some kind since so many people were already praising me as one. I did the same when trying to be a good kid, because I just didn't know what was expected of me." said Harry, "It wasn't until meeting the Weasley family that I fully understood what a family meant or how to be a good person so I imitated as best as I could. The only other references that I had in my life were comics, kids stories. My old school where Dudley got away with bullying me, and the Dursleys constantly demanding I do things around the house or punishing me with a belt whipping, locking me up in the cupboard under the stairs, or refusing to feed me didn't teach me much beyond being obedient because others had power over me. It was suffocating, it was so suffocating; I wanted and expected Hogwarts to be different but it just meant a less overt suffocation. I'm tired, I'm so tired, of trying to push myself, of trying to fight my doubts, of trying to ignore my anger and hate, and being labeled or yelled at for all the things I do. I can't stand the suffocation anymore, I'd prefer death at this point . . . I . . . just want to be gone. I'm tired of trying and I just want it to stop."

Tears streaked down his cheeks and Harry quickly wiped them away. Luna's brows furrowed. "So, to get rid of the suffocation, you hurt others? You wish for them to suffocate along with you?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, then I can gain a peace of mind . . . and freedom from being who I am. I can just be as cruel and horrible and I don't have to be punished or answer for anything. I can just be myself without being a celebrity or shunned by society for being some famous kid who got extremely lucky. I can hide, and feel good about making others understand how I feel every waking moment of my life, and be free from judgment. I just want others to suffer to prove that I'm a free man."

"Do you wish to live devoid of judgment and consequences?" said Luna, "Such a life . . . is a fairy tale but you already know that all too well. In the most free societies, we are criticized, ostracized, and hurt in the harshest of manners for our inane differences."

"I never want to experience the word 'consequences' ever again, I always have to suffer the consequence of being born Harry Potter and proving I'm some ideal hero, but I'd prefer to call myself something more, something different from what I'm forced to be, so that I can be a real human being instead of suffocating. Making others suffer . . . is my only real freedom." said Harry, "I have wondered from time to time . . . what life I would have, if I had never been Harry Potter but I am unfortunately that person and all I'm left with is suffocation, hate, and bitterness."

Harry felt her slender hands touch his cheeks and turn his head to gaze at her heart-shaped face. Luna smiled; a sad and bitter smile. "I, because I truly am a completely pathetic person, will always be here for you, my love. Just know that I will always love you."

Harry felt his heart soar and smiled back. "I will never love you, my Luna Lovegood Lestrange. Neither you nor anyone else. I just can't bring myself to care about anyone anymore. You're all just here to make me feel better by amusing me with your bodies and that's it."

Luna smiled as tears streaked down her cheeks. "I know my love, I've already accepted that."

The flames by the fireplace flickered green and a ghostly head emerged from the floo induced fire. The two broke apart and gazed back at the green fire.

"Harry Potter," said the newcomer, "and . . . the new Lady Lestrange. You've certainly done quite well for yourself since we last met, Potter."

"Hello, Riddle," said Harry grinning, Luna giggled as she turned her nose upward at the man in the fire. The Dark Lord scowled at them. "I would like to meet you in person tomorrow, alone. I'll bring Bella to you so that you can kill her, if you wish. She hasn't yet given up your secrets and I'm still taking my time breaking her."

"And why should I take such a proposal seriously?" said Voldemort, "The fact I cannot look into your mind anymore already has me skeptical. This parley of yours is sure to be a charade."

"Well then," said Harry flicking his wand, "you can say goodbye to these precious trinkets of yours."

Voldemort's eyes widened as he gazed at the cup of Helga Hufflepuff and the locket of Slytherin. He gave an utterly loathsome glare at Harry and Luna. "You will pay for this, Potter! Do not think that you can threaten me! The fact you have them means that Bella has spilled the information."

"Actually no," said Luna, Voldemort's red eyes turned to focus on her. Luna smirked. "it just means that I gave my Lord Husband a trinket I found from my vaults. As for the locket? Regulus Black found it years ago and it has been in the possession of House Black since his untimely death. If you wish to keep your horcruxes then you will meet us or we will use the basilisk venom from when my Lord destroyed your dairy in the Chamber of Secrets to do away with these two. Oh, and please give our thanks to Lucius Malfoy and his son for giving us such a gift and allowing us to formulate a plan to acquire more of these fine trinkets. Both of them are to thank for this situation."

Voldemort's eyes seemed to flash in the fire. His face was contorted in pure rage before an eerie calm descended and his visage became stony. "Very well . . . what is the most preferable time and place?"

Luna and Harry laughed in Voldemort's face.

"Potter," said Voldemort turning to gaze at the three newcomers.

Luna threw the locket and cup at Voldemort's feet. Nagini slithered out of Voldemort's robes and swept towards them before entangling herself between them. Voldemort waved his wand and the two objects floated towards him. Suddenly, Voldemort froze and his eyes widened.

"Wh -what?!" said Voldemort, before he stood like a statue.

"Too bad for you, Tom Riddle," said Luna, "due to the decisions you chose and your general pattern of behavior, you were unable to learn from your mistakes."

"I would never have realized it until far too late and with far too many deaths, if I had remained a good person," said Harry, his lips moving to a thin smile, "but your goals and actions are actually completely stupid. Apart from spreading terror, your organization doesn't do anything to make the changes it claims to uphold. All your actions would lead to is the annihilation of Magical Britain against the British military, should the actions warrant a heavy handed military response to your terrorism."

"You have no real ambitions, you never took advantage of your horrific cowing of the magical world to reform the government into the ideals of the pureblood movement you claimed to honor," said Luna, "you destroyed entire magical families for being so-called blood traitors thus destroying the pureblood cause even further, and you never had a good basis or provided any logical reasoning for your actions. If you had sought to take over the magical world, why didn't you during your first reign? What demands did your organization even have beyond murdering and raping innocent muggles and muggleborns? What did you even achieve through your actions?"

Before he could respond, the magical objects that were floating towards Voldemort exploded after a blinding flash of light.

"Enjoy death via muggle means that you scorned so much," said Harry, "your death won't be grand and it won't make you a martyr. You will die because of your own stupidity and it won't endear anyone to take up your cause precisely because purebloods hate muggle technology."

"Your legacy shall be one of ridicule due to your manner of death," said Luna, grinning, "and it shall ruin any prospects of people after you taking up your cause. History will remember you as the idiotic Dark Lord who couldn't properly defend himself from an obvious trap."

"If you think you'll live from this unscathed, you're a bigger fool than I thought!" snarled Voldemort, raising the elder wand in the air as the objects attached themselves to his body. "Avada Kedavra!"

The green jet of light struck Harry in the chest just as Voldemort's body exploded into a shower of guts and red rain.

Luna threw her head back and let out a high, cold laughter that was almost melodic.

Two Days Prior

"It is done, My Lord," said Luna, as she stopped swirling the cauldron on the kitchen table. "All that remains is the final ingredients and the last stirring."

Harry nodded and waved his hand. A sharp bark echoed from below. Narcissa took hold of the locket of Slytherin before dumping it into the cauldron. The cauldron's cool blue contents oozed into a slimy green. Harry waved his hand again as he looked down. Another bark followed his command.

"Come now," said Harry, smirking at his pet on the ground. "Get up to the table and put the cup of Hufflepuff into the cauldron like a good girl."

Harry's pet barked again before she got up from all fours to sway on her feet. She carefully walked up to the table before taking the cup and tossing it into the cauldron. She immediately went back to all fours and moved her nose to Harry's leg before sniffing and licking it.

"Now, now, Bella, enough of that," said Harry chuckling, he pinched Bellatrix's cheek before smacking her buttocks. "Be a good girl and go rest on the couch in the common room, won't you?"

Bellatrix barked once more before enthusiastically nodding her head up and down. She moved on all fours out of the door way and into the common room. Narcissa glanced at her for a few seconds before gazing back at the floor. Harry stretched in his chair.

"It's so good to see women finally knowing their place in magical society," said Harry, smiling and nodding to himself. Narcissa stiffened and Luna briefly shot him a glare before resuming her stirring. "Men are always going to rape and abuse women in all human societies; that is our privilege. Women should stop whining and learn to please men or else be put in their place."

Luna finished stirring, took hold of the fresh goblet at her side and put it into the cauldron, and proceeded to use an incantation with wand movements. Once she finished, she took out the goblet, with its contents filled with black and red goo having the coppery stench of blood, and placed it on the table in front of Harry."

"It is complete." said Luna, "Drink it."

Harry scowled at her. "Excuse me?! I'm a man and your Lord Husband, as such I'm entitled to more respect from you, woman."

Luna smiled. "Hurry up, or all this planning and preparation shall go to waste, my love."

Harry grabbed the goblet and drank the contents in one gulp. Upon finishing it, Harry tossed the goblet onto the table and rose from his seat until Luna walked over to him and pushed him back into his seat. Harry opened his mouth but then fell silent as his mind began to spin until he fell into a trance-like state.

Luna moved back as magic swirled around Harry and two apparitions appeared behind him. One was of the young Tom Marvolo Ridde and the other of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Narcissa inhaled sharply and her eyes widened upon seeing the ghostly spectres of the Dark Lord. Slowly, they shifted into sickly, pitch-black snakes and coiled around Harry before disappearing into nothingness.

Harry opened his eyes. Red eyes similar to Lord Voldemort's own greeted Luna and Narcissa. The eyes slowly shifted back to green but held a tint of red hue that didn't exist before. Harry rose to his feet and gazed at Luna.

"It was completed perfectly," said Luna, "but there are drawbacks. Until the horcruxes are fully absorbed into your magic and soul, you cannot have any sexual intercourse or the pieces of horcruxes could latch onto any progeny that you have in an instinctual attempt to escape the merger and subsequent oblivion."

"What?!" snapped Harry, standing before Luna and balling his fists, "How dare you not tell me this before the ritual!"

"I told you that it was a ritual utilizing death magic, a peculiar brand of the many branches of Dark magic, Harry Potter," said Luna, scowling at him. Her cheeks flushed red and her eyes blazing but her tone remained firm. "The length of the absorption really depends upon your own soul and magic so the best I can say is that the time will be indeterminable until the black snake apparition appears for a few seconds to indicate the final completion."

"I thought that just meant I had to kill someone!" shouted Harry, his visage turning puce. "What the fuck does abstinence have to do with death?!"

Luna blinked and tilted her head. "You do know that procreation is the ultimate form of celebrating life, right? It is done to prolong the species and typically through mutual love. Abstinence, by contrast and despite the supposed honor attached to conducting such idiotic behavior, is a celebration of death. It is seeing the body as evil, impure, and worldly matters as insignificant compared to some supposed higher calling. In truth, it is a worship of death above life."

"Well, that's just fucking stupid! What moron would willingly abstain from sex in order to feel better as a person?!" said Harry, "Wasn't there another way?! A better way?!"

"Well, we could have done the standard practice, which would require doing what Tom Riddle does to acquire horcruxes, in addition to reducing your carnal desires, your libido, and if prolonged enough . . ." Luna paused for dramatic effect. "Your penis too!"

Harry's eyes widened and his mouth hung agape. "Voldemort was always a fucking idiot, wasn't he?"

Luna smiled and nodded. "He squandered his physical charms for the sake of what he believed was a higher spiritualized form of himself come to fruition. Whenever I think about it, I can't help but find such an idea pathetic."

"Well, maybe I should take my new anger out on you by killing you as punishment for not warning me beforehand!" snapped Harry, glaring at Luna. Luna raised an eyebrow. "How dare you not inform me of the full details, you dumb, stupid ass bit -!"

Slap!

Harry felt a searing burn from where Luna just slapped him. He glared at her with his teeth clenched and his eyes glinted red with obvious fury.

"I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT, YOU STUPID BITCH!" shouted Harry, taking out his wand and raising it.

Luna placed her hands on her hips, walked closer to Harry so that their noses were touching, and gazed at him straight in his eyes. Harry's fiery eyes, glinting malice and inevitable pain, looked into Luna's steely, cold eyes. Luna didn't flinch as Harry stared down her small form in a menacing demeanor with his body tight with rage.

"Do it then," whispered Luna, her lips twitching upwards. "Kill me. Do it. If you really have no use for me and have no need of me . . . well, it's just as you said, Harry Potter. You're well within your rights to rape me, kill me, torture me, and whatnot because I struck first. In fact . . . I dare you to kill me for disobeying you, my love."

Harry growled his frustration aloud before turning about face and pocketing his wand. He walked over to Narcissa and punched her in the stomach, causing Narcissa to double over in pain, and then kicked Narcissa in the sternum before stomping to the kitchen door and heading into the common room. Luna shook her head.

What a pathetic, disgusting display thought Luna as a small smile crept up her lips.

"Harry, what have you done, Harry?" said a voice that echoed across the white void surrounding him. A strong feminine voice in tone. "How could you betray all of your principles?"

"They were never my principles!" snarled Harry, scowling at the abysmal nothingness surrounding him. "I just . . . pretended because it's all I knew."

"You went back on everything that we fought for!" snapped an annoying male voice, "Everything we did for you! Everything we sacrificed! All for what? So that you could become some sociopathic rapist?!"

"Yeah, well, I didn't exactly have any of you raising me when growing up, did I?" said Harry, scowling at the void. "I had nothing, Dumbledore sent me to people who assaulted me, starved me, and locked me up in a cupboard whenever they didn't want to deal with me crying or needing anything. What the fuck did you expect? That I'd be sane after all that? Nope, sorry, I'm just a good pretender. I did all those heroics because I felt it was required of me and I got nothing in return!"

"You've changed so much in such a short time . . ." said another male voice, stronger than the last. "Harry, please, reconsider where your actions are leading you. I know I don't really live up to that standard . . . but I want the best for you. All three of us do. We always have . . ."

"Sirius?" gasped Harry, "Well . . . honestly, I don't know what to say. I just can't bring myself to believe in love, justice, or any moral compass. What's the point? None of it is ever really defended and there are excuses made by everybody. Why bother being the hero when all you get is unrepentant mockery, hate, and derision? I'm sorry but . . . I just can't handle it anymore. I can't bring myself to be happy or to believe in a good world. It's too much . . ."

"Oh my poor Harry," said the female voice, "Please . . . Harry, reconsider just one more time!"

"I'm sorry," said Harry shrugging, "but I just can't force myself to change. I've been forced to never rely on anyone . . . and I'm afraid that won't change just because I'm listening to the dead. You're all gone, you can't offer me anything for what I've endured. I appreciate you all and everything you've done for me . . . but . . . goodbye."

Luna walked over to the field of gore and summoned an active, boiling cauldron. She quickly grabbed the left hand of Voldemort and tossed it into the cauldron. Luna looked around and grabbed the beating heart of Voldemort and threw it into the cauldron. She summoned a spatula and began to stir with one hand while waving her wand to conduct incantations with the other hand.

The cauldron bubbled and finally shined brightly. Luna laughed as the contents morphed and compartmentalized within itself. "Blood of the threstral, blood of a high-born dragon, and the bone, skin, blood, and heart of the enemy; combine and form into the power beyond human means!"

Harry groggily arose and snapped his fingers to grab hold of Voldemort's old wand and the Elder Wand. Harry smirked as he arose.

"Hello, love!" said Luna, smiling at him, "How was your meeting with your parents and godfather?"

Harry shrugged and looked away. "It looks like Ravenclaw's tiara was sufficient enough to sacrifice to bring myself back. I really have rendered his powers and control obsolete. It now belongs to me as an anchor. So, have you completed your mother's research?"

"Indeed!" said Luna giggling, as the cauldron finished shimmering and abruptly stopped. Luna grabbed the object that was created from the contents and held it up in her hand. A blood red rock with lines as if they were veins. "It is complete! All we need is Slytherin's ring and you shall be the Eternal Master of Death, my love!"

Harry smiled as he looked at Luna's open hand. Now all that's left is Dumbledore.

The philosopher stone glimmered blood red in the pitch-dark night.