Harry Potter, No More!
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Plot: What happens when all that a hero sees is death, destruction and dismay everywhere he goes? Easy: he looks to the heavens and he decrees two words: NO MORE! But what happens when Harry decides on this course of action?
Author's Information: Well, here it is, ladies and gents: my last story of 2013 and also the winner of my 'Dark Den' poll and I feel I should inform you of how I'm doing this: three little words…How…I…choose! In other words, this comes from my imagination and my creativity and, if you don't like it, then don't read it and wind up spoiling it for those who enjoy my work.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to everyone who voted on the poll – even those who didn't vote for this one – and especially to my good friends T-TrainorTurkeyT, StormyFireDragon, Loki Palmer and Winged Seer Wolf: my recommended reads…are any written by those authors, though I also recommend the story Harry Potter and the Grim Heritage by shinobikarasu; an amazing read and a well-written adventure.
Harry/Hermione
Neville/Luna
Other Pairings TBC
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'Telepathy'
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"Who else?" asked Remus, "Who hates me enough to actually want to hurt you by getting to me? Who'd do anything to see you fall? Who, Harry, was never on your side to begin with?"
Dread and a fiery vengeance filled Harry's heart as he hissed, "You…you mean it was…"
"Yes," Remus answered, flashing two rows of wolf fangs as he growled, "Severus Snape!"
Chapter 9: Trenzalore is Where You're Going
When Harry introduced his newest allies to the rest of the Circle, Neville and Luna were rather surprised at the confession while Hermione seemed to be in two minds about whether to kill or simply torture her enemies, though she did smack Sirius senseless for, in her words, bringing her Harry closer to the edge than even Voldemort could manage.
When Harry then explained about Severus Snape being the one that had killed Remus, Neville's rage had shown itself as he asked his King, "And why did you let him live if he knew he'd done this?"
"I should have suspected it," Harry reasoned, changing from his robes of regalia into a suit of black battle armour that had spikes at the shoulders and a long blood-red cape billowing out behind him. His face was covered by a helmet and faceplate that seemed to add to the dark effect of the demon that Harry had become. Once his transformation was complete, Harry turned before he explained, "But it doesn't matter anyway: because Snape's betrayal gives me the opportunity that now presents itself with my latest plans."
"The old gang meeting the new boys," Luna smirked, earning a nod from Harry as he changed their attire into similar suits of battle armour, though without the spikes, faceplates or capes.
"I've waited far too long to end it with Riddle," Harry explained, summoning Apep to his side, the Basilisk then coiling within his master's attire and fuelling his darkness as he added, "I thought we could have an equal standing, but I've come too far now to consider any but those present here and now as my equals."
"What do you want us to do, Harry?" asked Remus, knowing that he hadn't been given a suit because Harry would expect him to unleash the beast in there.
"We're going to attack Voldemort now!" Harry insisted, moving to Hermione before he stroked her cheek with a look of cold indifference as he added, "Once he's dead, there'll only be one thing standing between us and the beginning of the new future we've made, my Empress. Just promise me one thing before we go in there, though."
"Anything, my love," Hermione replied, knowing that, amongst the others, Sirius, Remus and Cedric were stunned at the change in the former Brightest Witch of her Age.
"Leave Voldemort to me," Harry remarked, his magic pulsing against Hermione's flesh as he whispered, "You can have anyone else, Mione, but Tom Marvolo Riddle is mine!"
"I promise."
With a smile, Harry lifted his faceplate and kissed Hermione before he turned and, facing his family, he told them, "Dad, while I want the final pleasure of slaying Severus myself, I think his rivalry with the Marauders has gone on long enough: you and Sirius and Mum can have him and you, Remus, can have Fenrir. Neville, you can finish the so-called noble Lestrange line and Luna…just have fun and be careful, okay?"
"They won't even see us coming, Majesty," Luna giggled, watching as Harry made for the door, stopping only once when she asked him, "Where are you going, Harry?"
"I have one more thing to collect before we go," Harry answered, his wolfish smile showing through the illusion of the commander as he added, "Once I have it, we'll have everything we need to bring an end to Voldemort and then we can get to work on taking down the last big obstacle in our way: the source of our pain and losses, Albus Dumbledore!"
Before any of the assembled army members could say anything in retort, Harry vanished with his trademark veil of red and black flames…
Harry Potter, No More!
When Harry's flames reappeared, the target of his destination being the recently-abandoned Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, the young Emperor moved through the house until he came to one of the cells beneath the house where, from research, he knew that Remus had changed here and it was also where Harry had found him.
Stopping outside the very cell where Harry had found Remus dead before, the young Emperor pushed open the door and, stepping inside, he smiled icily before he whispered, "Wakey-wakey; it's time to play."
From in front of him, a soft groan came from the darkness before the dark-haired, smooth-but-slightly-scarred face of Nymphadora Tonks appeared, her eyes wide as she saw Harry standing in front of her. Like a broken animal, the former Metamorph shied away into the shadows, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Please…p-please Harry…don't hurt me…I'm sorry…I didn't mean to try and take you out…I'm sorry…please…just leave me with him."
"Can't do that, Nym," Harry remarked, remembering how, when he'd finally managed to locate the place where his parents had been buried in Godric's Hollow, he'd found an ambush waiting for him in the forms of Kingsley, Tonks, Fletcher and Hestia Jones. It had been a quick battle, especially since Mundungus had chosen to run rather than fight, before Harry had killed Hestia, subdued Kingsley and captured Tonks. Since that day nearly two months back now, Harry had used Nymphadora as a means of an experiment to see if the broken mannerisms of his warriors was just good fortune of if it really was his power touching them.
Shaking off the thoughts of this dilemma, Harry approached the cowering ex-Auror and, kneeling down, he asked, "Have you enjoyed the fruits of my hospitality, Tonks? Do you now see why it is a fool's errand to work with those who choose the Light and stand in my way?"
"Y-Yes," Tonks whispered, "Just…please, Harry; leave me with him: you've won! I'll tell you anything, just please don't kill me."
"Why would I do that?" asked Harry, lifting the shadows around Tonks before he told her, "After all, there's someone waiting to see you back at my place and, if you come with me, Nym, all shall be forgiven. All you'll have to do then is embrace the true legacy of your founding House and stand with the Dark rather than against it. Please, Tonks…I can't do this without you: won't you help me?"
Tonks, through her haze of broken madness, looked up to see Harry almost kneeling before her, his hands trembling as he looked into her eyes, his mannerism nothing like the monster that had hounded her nightmares of late. Turning her head, Tonks asked, "What…what's happened, Harry?"
"I'm scared, Tonks," Harry confessed, his hands still trembling as he explained, "My enemies have finally shown their hands and I fear the peace I'm trying to create through so much destruction is in danger. But more than that, I'm afraid that Hermione will be killed if they get to her and I can't trust just anyone to protect the one I love; please, Tonks, won't you help me help her? I can't do this alone…"
Tonks, looking to the eyes of the young ruler in front of her, suddenly felt like she was looking at the boy she'd seen nearly eighteen months back now, back when everything was okay. Back when Sirius was Harry's support in this world of craziness and Remus could be found happy, healthy and alive.
She saw that boy…of that time…and her spirit broke for the last time; extending her hands to his, Tonks smiled before she told him, "Command me to be whatever form of your warrior you wish of me, my Emperor: on my life, I vow I shall protect the Royal Family to the very end."
"Thank you," Harry nodded, rising from the ground before he lifted Tonks from the ground and, holding her close, he told her, "Hold on."
One whirlwind of flames later, Harry released the now-redeemed witch in front of their group of warriors, the Emperor's eyes shining with a mix of victory and strength as he told her, "Now for that gift, Tonks: turn around."
She did so…and her eyes widened with shock at seeing Remus and Sirius both standing there, though she ran to Remus and held him for all he was worth while Sirius just groaned. "So she loves him but ignores me?"
"Story of your life, Padfoot, old friend," James chuckled, looking then to his son who was being comforted by his Empress, "What now?"
"Now…we send a little message," Harry explained, lifting the Elder Wand as he added, "Because it's time to bring this little playground squabble to an end once and for all."
Harry Potter, No More!
At the same time that Harry poured his magic into his will, speaking the words that would mark the beginning of the end in more ways than one, several consecutive events took place across the country starting with Grimmauld where, in a hidden chest, a locket with emeralds in its design suddenly shone with black light before it exploded in a shower of sparks…
Harry Potter, No More!
Within a vault in Gringotts, a cup that held an image of a badger also shone with the same light as the locket before it exploded too, showering the vault in blackened pieces that seemed to spread through the treasures in the vault, vanishing them on the spot.
Harry Potter, No More!
The same plague of blackness seemed to spread across the country, affecting a ring as well as a diadem that was hidden inside Hogwarts herself; however, when the blackness touched a certain snake within Riddle Manor, the serpent was surprised to find that all the blackness did was cleanse her of the evil and, instead of killing her, it led her to seek out a new master.
At the exact same time that the items were plagued by darkness and destroyed, the Dark Lord Voldemort gave a scream of pain as he felt his magical core explode several ways from Sunday and shatter, his reserves and anchors being set free of their bonds to the earth. Through his haze of pain, Voldemort knew who was responsible for this.
It seemed that their partnership was over…
"Very well, Emperor," he hissed, looking to the flames of his lounge fireplace before he gathered a handful of Floo Powder, "If that's how you want to play it, then I'll play your game."
Throwing the powder into the hearth, the Dark Lord stepped into the flames, a part of him realising that the deception wasn't only forcing him to do that which he had never thought he would do.
But it was a move that was worthy of Salazar himself.
Truly, Harry had learned everything he could from Voldemort;
Now, he could kill the boy without fear of reprisal…
Harry Potter, No More!
"There…that should send him the message."
Lowering the Elder Wand, the glow that had gathered around him now receding, Harry looked to his warriors before he told them, "I'd give Riddle about forty-eight hours to do what he fears, so…let's rest up and get ready. Go and gather those who would stand with the true leaders of your respected clans and be ready."
"Where and when, cub?" asked Remus, feeling an unfamiliar predatory excitement burning inside him with the anticipation of war and bloodshed.
"Sunset," Harry explained, holding onto Hermione before he added, "Day after tomorrow…on the edge of the Forbidden Forest: if Tom does what I think he'll do, there's only one place strong enough for him to be safe, especially now. But remember, we're there for our enemies: any who submit to you are to be left alive…or you won't be."
The group gave respected salutes of loyal agreement before they left the Citadel, Neville and Luna following as they knew that they too had a role to play for those who willingly stood with their Emperor. In the meantime, Harry, still holding Hermione close, flamed to their private chambers before he disrobed and gave himself to Hermione in every sense.
Once their coupling was done, Harry let Hermione rest her head against his chest before he told her, "It's almost time, Kitten: in two days, either our conquest ends or Hogwarts falls. I've come too far to be turned back now and I want you to know how grateful I am to you for standing by my side through everything."
"I once told you that I would stay with you through everything, Harry," Hermione replied, her voice sounding almost similar to the old Hermione as she explained, "I won't change now just because we're about to lay siege to the only other home we've ever had."
As Harry placed a gentle kiss against Hermione's scalp, stroking her dark hair to soothe himself for what was to come, a thought that the Emperor had not really considered came to mind. Looking down at his Empress, he asked her, "Hermione, something's just occurred to me that perhaps you can answer."
"I'll do what I can, beloved," Hermione replied, toying with Harry's skin as she trailed her fingers across his muscled form.
"Back when I first discovered my power," Harry explained, laughing softly as Hermione found his ticklish points, "You were really intent on standing with me, but you were still…well, you were you and yet, over time, you descended into darkness and became…though I don't want to think about it, you became like a new Bellatrix Lestrange, but worse!"
"And you're wondering why?"
"Exactly."
Taking a deep breath, Hermione let out a hum of confused thought before she answered his question, "Harry, when I was struck down in the Ministry, it wasn't the Light or just magic that healed me. It was you: then you protected me and told me how you felt for me when, in truth, I've felt the same for you a lot longer than that. When people were asking for dates at the Yule Ball, there was a part of me that wanted you to ask me; when we were building the Army, there was a part of me that felt content at seeing you at the head of that army. And now, since discovering this side of you: this…sadistic, masochistic side of you that the world now calls its Emperor, I felt compelled to move into the darkness with you."
"But why?"
"Because," Hermione answered, "All my life, I've felt like the underdog around places: I didn't have friends at school and I was hailed as the same as I was when I went to Hogwarts: a bossy, buck-toothed know-it-all with a fetish for quoting books and always being right. But then, when I was on the Hogwarts Express, I met this boy and, over time, I found my way into his circle where he saw me as a friend and not just as a means to earn a quick grade. That boy also helped me conquer my fears to save an innocent man from a grim fate, risked his own life to save me from the murky depths and trusted me to try and work on advanced-level magic to save the life of an innocent."
"You're talking about me, aren't you?"
"I am," Hermione nodded, placing a chaste kiss against Harry's neck that had the Emperor groaning with a mix of pleasure and want, while Hermione continued, "And then, when you were being tortured by our new pet, Dolly, and you were alone because the rest of the school saw you as a liar and someone that wanted chaos, I felt compelled to help. So, though I knew you would object, I convinced you to build up the army so we could work together and you could realise your own potential."
"But…what about now?" asked Harry, "What, exactly, made you change into the dark empress that I know and love and entrust to one day give me my heir?"
"You did," Hermione answered, pressing a finger to Harry's heart as she explained, "Back when you and the now Dead-Man saved me from the troll, it was you that risked your neck while he just waved his wand and idiotically succeeded with the very spell he couldn't perform in class. That same time brought something to me that I don't regret even today: a pseudo-life-debt that was formed between you and me, Harry and, since then, it's been that debt that compelled me to stay by your side and help you, no matter what the risks."
"So, when you descended into darkness and chose to fight those who would rather have seen a weak-willed martyr of a wizard, I knew I just had to follow you: because you're never alone, Harry. I am here for you: this mind, this body, this soul and every drop of this witch's magic…it's all yours to command and do with as you wish. So don't be afraid to keep this darkness in us both, my love: I feel your power growing in me every day thanks to you giving it to me and, one day, you and I will give life to a child of incredible power who will be set to inherit the Empire and more."
Finishing her statement with a warm kiss against Harry's lips, Hermione then asked, "Why did you even have to ask, Harry?"
"I guess I didn't want to think that I had forced this on you," Harry replied, his manhood rising with the seduction in Hermione's tone as she held him.
"You didn't," Hermione remarked, as ready to receive her lover as he was to give himself to her again, "I'm all yours, my Emperor…to the very end."
Harry Potter, No More!
2 Days Later
The setting of the sun was almost symbolic as it set over the darkness of the Forbidden Forest;
At the very edge of the outside of the forest, upon a hilly embankment that looked out over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry – the place Voldemort and the Death Eaters stood in DH 2 when the shield went up – the Emperor of Magic felt a smile trace across his lips as he saw sparks of wands move to the skies and form a well-endowed shield around the school.
"They may think themselves safe," Harry whispered, aware of the magic behind the spells: no doubt Dumbledore had gotten involved in this, "But there's nowhere to run from here…thanks to Neville and Luna's work, there isn't."
"How long do we wait?" asked Hermione, standing at Harry's side while, behind them, the army that Harry had built from the Azkaban inmates as well as those who'd joined Sirius, Remus, James, Cedric and Lily in battle stood in readiness for their commands.
"Who says we wait?" asked Harry, looking to the bridge that led into the school, "If I know Dumbledore, he'll try to blow that entranceway and leave us stranded, but there's one thing he didn't count on."
"What's that?" asked Hermione.
The words had barely left her lips before a second string of explosions suddenly filled the air; within the school, staff and students alike ran and fled from the sounds as rooftops became rubble and windows were shattered. The shield was alight with residue striking out at it while, at the base of the hill, Hermione's eyes suddenly widened as she saw a small number of students appearing from nowhere.
"The best kind of assault is one with a man on the inside," Harry sniggered, lifting his wand, the Elder Wand, before he added, "Or should that be two men?"
Hermione's eyes widened again as she caught Harry's meaning and, sure enough, moments later, the group of students reached the army, the lithe red-haired forms of Fred and George Weasley amongst them as well as Draco Malfoy, Neville, Luna, Seamus Finnegan, Blaise Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle, Susan Bones, Cho Chang – who gasped when she saw her ex-boyfriend standing amongst the warriors – and Theo Nott but to name a few.
"Our Lord and Master," Fred Weasley bowed, Hermione then recognising the boy from the fact that he was actually darker than his brother.
"We are at your command," George added, his pale skin almost making him look as deathly as the army behind him.
"Good work, Demons," Harry sniggered, looking to Hermione as he added, "What? Surely you didn't think Neville and Luna were the only members of the Army I had left with me, did you, Empress?"
Hermione could only shake her head in response before their next words were cut off as Draco stepped forwards, kneeling before the Emperor as he explained, "The Dark Lord has done as you thought, Majesty: he has sided with Dumbledore and they are trying to pool their magic together to take you down."
"Death Eater head count?" asked Harry.
"Lestrange brothers, Greyback – Remus growled with a carnivorous bloodlust as he heard that – as well as some newbloods who've sided with the Dark Lord including Thicknesse, Snape and Macnair."
"The second-to-last is the only one I'm after," Harry growled, indicating the others as he added, "Take any who oppose you, but remember my warning: those who surrender are not to be harmed: if you're of the Creature variety then feel free to turn whoever you choose. And also remember this: Voldemort and Dumbledore are mine! Draco, what about your parents?"
"Father waits for your command, Majesty," Draco replied, turning to face the school as he added, "He's inside after Dumbledore foolishly made him the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor: he tried to get Slughorn, but failed."
"Does Voldemort suspect him?"
"Nope."
"Good answer," Harry sniggered, stepping away from the army before, lifting the Elder Wand, he sniggered again as he mused, "Since we weren't invited: guess we're crashing this party!"
Gathering his magical energy inside him, Harry thrust the Elder Wand out towards the shield where, incredibly, to the awe of the assembled warriors, a bolt of black lightning flew from the wand and struck at the shield, its energy fizzling and crackling with the strain of fighting Harry's magic. For a long moment, nothing happened, though Harry could feel the air around him still whispering with the power of the magic he'd summoned.
However, just when the Emperor of Magic considered a second strike, the shield suddenly shone with a dark-golden light and, in the eyes of the Army, it became little more than wisps of magic that crumbled and fell apart like paper. At the same time, Hermione lifted her own wand and, pointing to the entranceway, she added, "They've got added defences."
"The Sentries of Hogwarts," Lily added, seeing the rows of stone statuettes lined up along the bridges and entrances, "Activated by a powerful spell known only to the Headmaster: they're strong, but not indestructible."
"Nothing is indestructible," Harry hissed, raising his wand once more before he aimed it at the school itself before he commanded, "ATTACK!"
As one, the army moved in, Harry doing what Voldemort himself would have probably done and taking to the skies in a cloud of fire and shadow that moved over the bridges and, entering the school, he made his way through without much opposition until he reached his destination: the Chamber of Secrets.
Standing down in the Chamber, Harry stepped through the doors and, entering the ancient sanctuary of Slytherin, he faced the Basilisk's corpse before he mused, "Let's see if this works as well for beasts as it does for humans."
Summoning the Resurrection Stone to his hand, Harry began his work…
Harry Potter, No More!
Hogwarts had become a warzone:
With each of the army's generals leading their respected legions into the school, the attention of the staff and students were distracted;
Remus, Sirius and James took to the towers, much to the shock and horror of the staff at seeing three dead men walk again;
Lily went with Cedric and Draco and targeted the dungeons, intent on drawing out a certain Potions Master;
Hermione, Neville and Luna all took the main entrance where, as they blasted the doors open, Neville commenting that Seamus would be proud to see such firepower in their hands, they were met by a swarm of Stunning Jinxes and other such Light spells.
"Pathetic!" Hermione snapped, creating a shield that was far superior to the power of the Hogwarts shield, "Against the darkness and the gifts bestowed on me by my love, you don't stand a chance: allow me to prove it!"
Lifting her hands, Hermione gathered the broken shards of the earth together from around them and, as the defenders watched with disbelief, the earthen moulds became two large lions that charged into the school with fire and fury in their wake.
"Miss Granger!" A familiar Scottish-toned voice snapped, earning a glare from Hermione as she turned to face Minerva McGonagall, the eyes of the Gryffindor Head wide with disbelief at seeing the destruction caused at her hand, "What are you doing this for? Stop this at once!"
"Sorry Teach," Hermione insisted, "I don't answer to traitors anymore…go!" She then added, directing her words to Neville and Luna, "I've wanted to do this for such a long time now!"
As Neville and Luna led their own battalion into the school, Minerva fired off a powerful-looking hex that narrowly missed Hermione, the Dark Empress smirking as she asked, "Losing your touch, Minnie? Or can't you actually bring yourself to do what your private lover, Dumblefuck, does and harm a student?"
Another jinx was fired at Hermione, but this time, it was intercepted by the shield that Hermione had summoned, the eyes of the Empress filled with a sense of longing as she hissed, "You think Light minded spells can stop me? You're sadly mistaken: let me show you what a real Lion can do, quite literally!"
Minerva barely had time to react as the stone lions that Hermione had summoned leapt over her head and tackled McGonagall to the ground, slashing her into pieces while Hermione, turning to face the school once more, just sniggered, "Good boys…now to find my lover's prey!"
"I don't think so, Mudblood!"
Hermione turned to face the Grand Staircase as she heard that accursed word directed at her: much to her surprise, it was Molly Weasley that had spoken the words and, as she looked at Hermione, she hissed icily, "You're going to pay for what you put my son through."
"Aw," Hermione sighed, lifting her hands and reinforcing her shield, "Do you miss him, Molly? How sweet: but you see, where you're going, you'll see more of him…but you won't enjoy the sights as much as I did when my Harry gave him to me! Oh, how I still climax from thinking about those beautiful screams of his."
"Bitch: Crucio!"
The curse didn't even touch Hermione as Tonks suddenly leapt in the way, Hermione's eyes widening as Tonks turned to face her before she explained, "I made a promise to Harry to protect you…that's what I'm going to do."
"Nymphadora!" shrieked Molly, but Tonks had heard enough.
"You never fucking listen, Molly," Tonks hissed, firing off curses that seemed to crack through whatever shields Molly had erected, "Don't. Call. Me. Nymphadora!"
With a final curse – as she'd fired off one each with each word she'd spoken – Tonks fired off a version of a Blasting Curse that turned Molly's body into ashes – think Bellatrix's death in the movie – before the Dark Auror turned to face her Empress.
"Guess what?" she asked, a wolfish smile that would be worthy of any werewolf now on her face.
"What?"
"We found Severus!"
Harry Potter, No More!
The doors to the dungeons exploded off their hinges, sending the defenders down in the dungeons into a frenzy of panic and worry as Harry stepped through the door, moving not to the Common Room, but to the Potions Master's chambers where, as defenders fled and spells ricocheted off his own shield, Harry merely sniffed once before he snapped his fingers, summoning James, Sirius, Lily and Remus to his side in seconds.
"He's here," he whispered, pushing open the door to the chamber beyond.
Severus Snape, the murderer of Remus and the destroyer of Harry's innocence, stood on the other side with his wand trembling as he pointed it at Lily, James, Sirius, Remus and Harry.
"No way out now, Severus," Harry growled, disarming Snape with a mere wave of his hand, "This time, you answer to me…just like I said you would when you tried to save your own skin before! Tell me, did you enjoy fooling me into trusting you?"
"Potter," growled Severus, his voice edged by fear at seeing the dead return to the world, "I was never yours: but if you think you can kill me, then let me tell you something."
"What?"
With a cold grin, Severus answered, "Fooling you once was a joy; but fooling you twice, the same way, it's a privilege!"
Horror struck Harry as he turned and, as suddenly as he had appeared, he fled from the dungeons, but while Severus seemed intent on crowing over his victory, Remus had other ideas.
"Harry said we couldn't kill you, Snivellus," he hissed, his body already groaning and creaking with the sounds of transformation, "So I won't: death should be a release, not a punishment: so, instead, Sirius, James, Lily? You guys mind?"
"Not at all, Moony," James answered, watching as the werewolf within Remus now rose up, bigger, bulkier and far stronger than the weakling that had been there when Remus had changed back in Harry's third year.
Then, while Severus had tried to make it out, James and Sirius had stopped him, Lily bound him and, last but not least, Remus Lupin, werewolf lord and Alpha, took revenge on his murderer…
And all it took was one not-so-little bite…
Harry Potter, No More!
Harry reached the steps that led up to Gryffindor Tower, a part of him actually surprised at how it had been so easy to interpret the message, before he blasted the portrait off its hinges, ignoring the screams of the Fat Lady before he walked in and, entering the Common Room, found the meaning behind Snape's message.
Hermione, lying down on the floor, her eyes open and glassy as she stared at the ceiling, the prone, slaughtered form of Nymphadora Tonks lying next to her, a bloody arm covering Hermione as if to show that she had tried to protect Hermione from harm.
"No…"
The sound of a door opening above him had Harry looking up, his magic extending through the Common Room as everything bar Hermione was turned to dust with his fury.
"You…you bastard!"
"You gave me no other choice, Harry," Albus Dumbledore replied, standing there without a wand in his hand and a cold glare in his eyes, "This power is too difficult for you to control: I had to stop you one way or another."
Looking around the room, Harry then scoffed before he asked, "Where's Tom?"
"Where you should have sent him in the first place," Dumbledore replied, "Dead: the destruction of his Horcruxes…"
"Weakened him to the point where you could kill him," Harry finished, nodding before he rose from Hermione's side, using his magic to move her and Tonks aside before he asked, "So what now, old man? Will you kill me?"
"If that is what I must do."
"Too bad you won't get the chance," Harry remarked, smirking knowingly as he added, "Because I've got a question that just needs answering, Dumbledore: then you can die."
"What question is that?"
With a smile that would have frightened even the bravest of wizards, Harry asked, "How much longer are you going to play dead?"
Dumbledore blinked before a weary, groaning voice answered, "Not too much longer…"
As he watched, Dumbledore gasped in horror as Hermione rose from the ground, brushing herself down before she moved to stand at Harry's side, her shield now appearing around the two Dark Royals as Dumbledore, horrified at the magic, asked, "How?"
"Ever since you betrayed me," Harry answered, caressing Hermione's body like she was his sole possession, "I've been…well, let's just say I've been having the best nights of my life with Hermione and, each time, I left her a little more of my power inside that was just waiting for the right moment to release itself."
"And two nights ago," Hermione added, moaning with lust as she felt Harry's power growing inside her, making her just as strong as him, "Harry finished the job by giving me a special gift, most notably the power he received as his true mantle: Master. Of. Death!"
"Which means," Harry then added, "Like the big guy told me, my Hermione won't die unless I want her to, which won't be until we have everything we ever need and more. And as for you, Albus Dumbledore, since I can't take on Tom, I guess you'll have to do: so, how about we make this fun? Meet me in the Great Hall in…say, five minutes? There, this will end: either I fall…or you do."
With that, the two Flamed out of the way and made their way down to the Great Hall, leaving Dumbledore horrified as he considered what he had just seen.
He just knew he wasn't going to survive this…
But he had to try…
Chapter 9 and it's almost over: just one more battle to fight and one more enemy to vanquish: who will emerge as the victor of this new war?
Also, can Harry survive an onslaught against the one wizard he's never challenged before?
Keep Reading to Find Out…
Next Chapter: The battle Harry's wanted for 16 years is reborn, but this time, neither he nor his parents are alone! The End is here, but who will be standing when the dust clears?
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