A/N: This is the last chapter. I had alot of fun writing this, though some of the things were hard to think of. Thanks for the few readers I had, like Rawhide who actually review. If anyone out there wants more or just has some ideas, please message me. I dont want this story to end.

So Harry woke up the next morning refreshed and invigorated. He brushed his teeth, with his new toothbrush, and combed his hair, though it didn't help. He grabbed his bookbag from beside his bed and exited his room.

As he walked through the hallway and into the Gryffindor common, he hummed to himself. Someone must have drugged him. He seems high today. Not taking the world into consideration, Harry walked dazedly through the room and over to the portrait hole, ignoring his friends sitting in the chairs.

Herm: Doesn't he know today is Saturday??

Lianne: Maybe hes sleep walking

Ron: In the day?

Aiden: Maybe hes drunk??

Just as the portrait hole swung open and Harry stepped into the threshold, a mysterious substance was blasted into Harrys face. He tried to move away from the gas but his feet seemed to be glued to the floor. No one seemed to have noticed. They had all seen Harry exit the common room and the portrait close back.

All but Lianne and Aiden. They smirked and watched as Harrys hand reached up to his neck, his breath trapped in his throat. The product continued to sting Harrys eyes and suffocate him. He screamed, going unheard by those around him, some of the substance getting into his mouth.

This continued only for a few more minutes before Harry collapsed and died from a lack of oxygen. The occupants of the room just sat there, only looking over when they thought they saw a flash by the portrait but it quickly disappeared.

Lianne: Harry put this on

Aiden: and this

Lianne: And take this plane ticket

Aiden: And we'll see ya in about a week.

Harry: But what do I---

Lianne and Aiden had just walked up to Harry, arms filled with clothes and makeup. After fixing him up, they just shoved necessities into his hands and threw down the transport powder before he could ask what it was about.

Harry reappeared in what seemed to be a military camp. He saw camouflaged soldiers marching, with rifles held against their chest. Confused and disoriented, Harry walked around the camp wondering why Lianne and Aiden would send him here.

He didn't have to move far. It seemed the sudden movement aroused the attention of the soldiers and they quickly broke apart to run after him. Any sane person would have ran when they saw a large group of angry soldiers heading straight for them. But as you all know, Harry isn't exactly sane. He stood like a deer in headlights until two of the soldiers secured his arms. He started thrashing as one of the soldiers called for a doctor. More the soldiers held down his legs and the doctor came and injected his neck with a drug. Soon, Harry was knocked out.

Harry woke up to find himself restrained to a chair before a court of people. He was groggy and sick. He felt as if hed throw up his stomach but knew he couldn't do that here. With some effort, he held his head up to look at the person standing in front of him.

The man was also dressed in camouflage like the soldiers but his torso was adorned with medals of all sizes and shapes. His head was buzzcut and his face wore an eternal scowl. His jaw was rugged and closely shaven. It seemed that all army personnel had to have lowcut hair. Go figure.

???: What is your name?

Harry was about to answer when words which were not his poured of his mouth in an Arabic accent.

Harry: Marick Vishnu

???: What is your business here??

Harry was about to say that he was not Marick Vishnu. That this was all a cruel joke that some friends were playing on him and that he wanted to return to England. But again, different thoughts spilled from his lips.

Harry: I was sent by my master to bomb this base

Gasps from some ladies in the back were heard. They wore white uniforms and had red crosses of their hats. Harry took them to be the nurses of the camp. His interrogators eyes flared with rage and the hatred was strained through his voice.

???: What do you think we should do with you now, Mr. Vishnu?

Harry: Whatever your dreadful American government sees fit. Much good it will do.

???: As the man as given us a complete confession of his own free will, I think we just go outside now and execute him. All agree

All the hands shot up and Harry was released from the chair and escort out a door to a shooting range. His guard handcuffed his hands behind him and blindfolded him. Harry could hear the footsteps of someone standing a few feet in front of him.

Harry was filled with fear, not what was about to happen, for he already knew that, but how it was being done. To think that others, not just Arabic terrorist, were shot this way for misconduct. When he was resurrected, he would have to talk to someone about this.

Harry then heard his interrogator again.

???: Any last words

Harry: Only this. I don't care that I am dying now. For I know there will be another to take my place. I have made the terrible mistake of revealing myself before time. This is where it has taken me. My one regret is that I was not able to bomb this hell hole and that another will get the glory.

???: Such noble words. Men!! Ready!! Aim!! Fire1!

The 3 soldiers the lieutenant had stationed in front of Harry shot their guns straight at Harry. Harry felt the many bullets pierce his flesh, many going through his chest. The impact of the bullets and the fact that one went through his heart, caused Harrys knees to buckle and he lay there dead.

???: Funny. I thought he would have lasted a few more seconds before falling. Lemmins, Porter, get rid of the body.

Just Lemmins reached Harry, he vanished

???: Great Scott. Its some kind of Arabic magic. We have to alert the other bases of this.