Voldemort's forces were huge and Harry lifted the small radio to his lips, they were going to drop gunpowder and oil before a single grenade would be dropped causing diversion and injury to the enemy- the best part? They were disguised as the foe as the helicopters had been from Slytherin's 3rd sector- their military. Moody levelled out the aircraft and Tonks, Sirius and Lupin copied in the next helicopter over. A chain reaction and all the Order copters were ready.

"Now."

Glittering powder and the slick splash of oil as it cascaded below, Moody signalled for all except Harry's and his chopper to rise higher and out of range. ('Spread out,' Harry commanded) Draco peeked out over the edge to hear shocked cries and stray gunshots, bullets clacked uselessly off the armour of the helicopter. Draco pulled the pin of the grenade and chucked it into the melee of Death Eaters below. Moody rose quickly and out of range as the explosive streaked fire in a messy glow of heat and destruction. Smoke billowed out thick and black before sparking and fading to white ash. Harry grabbed the overhead handle as the helicopter was wracked by turbulence. Draco ran a sooty hand through his hair, streaking the obvious blonde with grey. The raven haired leader connected with Seamus by radio, the blonde watched as from the north, straight and true several missiles sped into the fray adding to the blaze of death. The helicopter rocked some more as Moody swivelled the turrets on the underside and fired a volley of fatal metal hail into the Death Eaters.

But the Order's brilliant start was abruptly cut short, the blazing inferno below was extinguished in a loud hiss and Harry swore as two of the other helicopters on the aerial squad were taken down by an invisible force.

Voldemort was here. He had put out the fires and taken down the choppers.

"Free for all. Make it a free for all!"

Harry growled urgently into the radio, now Luna, Hermione and Ron would all attack at the same time respectively from east, south and west. But the tricky part was landing before Voldemort snuffed him out whilst he was vulnerable in the sky. The vehicle groaned and Draco screamed as his wing was slashed by the metal- the helicopter was closing in on them like a soft drink can being crushed.

"Go, go now!"

Moody glared at them, his grizzled war beaten face was showing an expression that was not requesting them but commanding them to; Harry with an anguished roar of: 'MAYDAY!' grabbed Draco by the hand and together leapt out of the helicopter as it with a final screech of metal; crumpled in and exploded. Dizzy and deafened by the noise Harry registered the fact that he had not plummeted to the ground, but had gently reached it without more than a scratch, Draco with dark red blood staining his temple folded his wings up and whirled round, his golf putter catching a nearby Death Eater and sent him into eternal darkness. Harry coughed and stood, taking in his bearings. Luna was laughing and laughing as she wielded both her signature blades, blood spraying as she cut down her opponents; her large pale eyes however beheld a deep sadness, the kind one would have after losing a lost one. Neville was lying on the ground nearby but Harry was relieved to see that his chest rose and fell steadily. George and Lee raged past in the Drill.

Ron was crying as he wrestled with a Death Eater twice his size before a neatly placed bullet killed the larger. Hermione dashed across the zone to help the redhead to his feet. The body of Fred lay where the Weasley had knelt previously. Harry realised with a jolt that his best friend had been protecting his older brother's body. The angel next to him rustled his wings and checked his weapons. Harry snapped back to the present and realised Moody had died- but when he opened his mouth to state this fact, Harry found he couldn't and opted for the obvious task at hand.

"Draco, we have to find the Dementor."

"Oh no fucking way Harry I want Nagini first."

Harry grabbed his lover by the shoulder and shook him. Yes, there was no time to grieve the death of Alastor Moody and Fred Weasley this was war and it was chaos.

"No, we can't kill her yet. It's too dangerous."

Draco snarled as he harnessed the golf putters and loaded his flamethrower, shrugging the calloused hand on his shoulder off. The blonde turned his narrowed gaze on the Order leader.

"I'll kill that bitch before she kills me again. I'll get her back; I'll make sure it hurts!"

Harry ducked as a cascade of rubble showered down, Draco was angry and now he was unstoppable, fire burst out in a stream like a Dragon breathing, the ice angel taut as a bowstring watched the golden light eating up his enemies. Harry sighed, Draco was his partner and he would just have to work with this. Connecting with the fire Harry guided the energy to his bone scythe, which had surprisingly survived the helicopter explosion. Draco stopped his onslaught of fire in a stuttering jerk as he watched the emerald eyed male swing the scythe and the flames licking up its edges created a devastating and evil image.

"Fine, have it your way Draco."

Draco couldn't help the chill of fear that crept through his being; Harry Potter was a Reaper, dark, powerful and dangerous. He shook away how intimidated he felt and concentrated on what they had to do and it was their job alone.

Kill Voldemort.

End the war.

He nodded and Harry smiled his green eyes blazing and the Guardian Angel wished he could see through those eyes. Harry swung the scythe casually.

"Come on Draco, off with her head."

They found Neville up on his feet again as they delved into the heart of the battle, he had lost his shears but instead held the sword of Gryffindor. Harry came back to back with him and spun the scythe in a wide circle, clipping and forcing the Death Eaters back, Draco was crouched in front of them his large snowy wings now tatty and singed and ridden with bullet holes spread, his teeth bared in a wild animal's threatening snarl of rage and warning. His silver eyes burning with passion and lust of blood; Harry then saw it, the fleeting form of a large silver Dragon crouching in the same manner, its vast leathery wings spread and gaping maw lined with savage ivory canines snapped. Neville cried out as a stray bullet whizzed past his ear and Harry turned back to the other male.

"How many have we lost?"

Harry panted and Neville parried a heavy blow with a grunt. His breathing was harsh and he sounded tired and lost. His eyes were determined and Harry knew that Neville would fight to the death if he had to.

"We've… Lost so many Harry!"

"But so has Voldemort!"

"Creevey Brothers, Lavender, Fred… We lost them…"

Bodies littered the ground and Harry cut through more of the enemy, Draco was near with Ron pinning down a man known as Fenrir Greyback, Ron was yelling something as he dealt punch after punch. Draco had numerous scratches down his arms as Greyback flailed and twisted to get free, snarling viciously all the while.

A shout and everyone stopped, right in the middle Sirius and Bellatrix were duelling it out, both of them Blacks, both of them related, both of them with identical expressions of utmost hatred, even with one arm, Bellatrix's skill was unhindered as she lashed out with her whip viciously, Sirius however was equal and was taunting her, using only one arm as well. Bellatrix's face was contorted in a snarl her wild dark hair was in disarray and Sirius was laughing, Harry had the vague image of Luna crossing his mind as he watched the spectacle.

Sirius was like water, swift and strong and difficult but angry and powerful as he replied to her whip cracks. She yowled as he with his trusty pen knife scored her back, but he was paid back for it with a lash to the face, Sirius stumbled back his, he had lost one eye. He pulled out his handgun and trained it on her. Quick as a flash Bellatrix had him in a choke hold with her whip.

Stalemate.

It was too cliché.

Everyone watched with bated breath.

"Make one move and I'll pull the trigger."

"I could say the same to you. Filthy bastard. Your father never loved your mother. You're just a son of a bitch and a filthy inbred pup!"

Sirius sneered at Voldemort's best lieutenant as she uttered those words.

"At least I had a father."

Bellatrix raised a clawed hand to slap Sirius but he merely jammed the gun muzzle more into her jaw- warning her. She faltered and once more it was a stalemate. But it would have to end soon the showdown and Harry knew it, it was so intense Death Eaters and Order members of the like had stopped to watch, some still locked in combat. Draco all this time had been quietly murmuring possibilities and outcomes of Bellatrix and Sirius. Harry just caught the last possibility as it happened:

"They both die."

The single gunshot covered the horrible choking sound and both Blacks' sagged to the ground. Sirius had the expression of one either in serious pain or extreme happiness. Harry looked away. Bellatrix however from the force of the bullet entering her brain, had caused half her face, half had been blown off.

Harry locked his gaze with Draco and interlaced their fingers tightly. The bullets that sped towards them never came and Draco watched as Harry with a flick of his hand sent them speeding back into their owners. The blonde was helpless as Harry drained his power as he sent wave after wave of overwhelming magic that shattered the buildings of Hufflepuff.

Draco watched his lover, watching the tears streaming down his face.

"Harry. We must kill Nagini."

Cutting the flow Harry turned to Draco his green eyes hard and his face seemed too old now.

"I know."

Their desperate flight through the battle was difficult and Harry was confused with everything, it was so painful watching it all. Voldemort had not shown himself since the beginning and Harry had a horrible feeling that he was watching him. Just waiting for the right moment to strike and take him out. The raven could tell Draco was feeling the same; his wings were fluffed up in fear and adrenalin as they searched for Nagini, the Basilisk. The rounded a shattered building, Harry saw Hermione and Fleur struggling against some Elite Death Eaters, Harry felt the spark of magic leap from his fingers as he reacted instinctively. The building next door, ironically a hospital collapsed on top of the enemy and Fleur with a sob slid down to the ground, her arm round her middle as she tried to stop the steady flow of blood, Hermione stood next to her leaning on her bent, wasted and useless sniper rifle.

"Have you seen Nagini?"

"Arthur… Arthur has…"

Draco yanked out a radio and tossed it to Hermione who caught it deftly and stared at him. Fleur moaned quietly and curled into herself, rocking back and forth.

"Call the medics. Harry and I will try finding Arthur."

Hermione nodded, pulling out a small pistol, she crouched down next to Fleur, gently patting her shoulder, blood was staining the pretty blonde woman's clothing fast.

"Harry…?"

Harry turned to look back at his old friend, Hermione closed her eyes, Fleur was holding her hand tightly, her slender fingers sheet white.

"For the sake of everyone's sanity, Ron's, Luna's, Neville's and mine. Don't die."

Harry shook his head and Draco looked away, his hand found his lovers' and Harry gripped the pale hand slicked with blood and sweat tightly; he looked Hermione in the eye.

"I can't promise that."

Before she could respond the two were gone. Running back through the scarred streets of Hufflepuff; Draco screeched as his sensitive wings were pierced by lead, Harry gritted his teeth, blocking the pain out, whenever they had skin on skin contact Harry could feel Draco's pain and vice versa. The blonde cursed loudly as he pulled the bullets out one by one.

"Just scan the damn place Harry!"

Draco whimpered as they ducked below a wall to shelter from the battle. Nodding Harry tried to close his mind and clutching his angel's hand to his chest he steadied his breathing. He scanned the whole sector of Hufflepuff and located their target.

"Found them."

"And?"

Harry was very pale and Draco stroked sweaty damp black hair out of the Order leader's face.

"Voldemort… is with her and… they… they have Snape."

Draco was sold and he stood and threw one of his golf putters like a boomerang, it made a sickening crack as it connected with his target, eye blazing Draco turned to Harry.

"You will bring me with you. I will not let them kill Severus. I won't!"

But arrH Harry had had an epiphany and he knew Draco wouldn't like it. But he kept quiet and motioned the beautiful blonde to come, but what Draco would see would break his heart. Draco shook his head and pointed to the ground.

"Let's take the tunnels there. No one will be fighting underground. It's too dangerous."

Harry nodded glad that they wouldn't have to continuously flee every corner. They hadn't fought as much as the rest of the Order, Harry wished they had, instead of this wild goose chase, for certain people, to kill them so they could kill Voldemort.

"Severus… why did you escape with the Potter boy?"

Harry halted in the narrow corridor, the opening of the underground into Slytherin was just a few feet ahead and Voldemort was in the control room for the trains. Draco shivered next to him as they crept up to the door. Snape betrayed nothing, his voice was calm and steady- Harry had to commend him for that.

"Really Severus, I know you, why did you take Potter's hand?"

"My Lord, I would never do something that would not appease you."

"I see. You have been valuable to me Severus, but I cannot help think you've… turned against me."

Harry could feel his heart thudding in his chest as Nagini hissed something, her tone malicious and filled with glee. Draco cringed next to him.

"You know where to find me Nagini."

The click of a door as Voldemort left, Harry breathed a sigh of relief that their worst nightmare had left Snape unscathed for now; Nagini giggled, Draco tensed and Harry held him back. They listened some more.

"My master doesn't need you anymore~ how should I do it…?"

Draco wrenched free and burst into the control room, his golf putters raised, he spat at the snake woman angrily. Harry stopped in the doorway, Nagini had already stabbed Snape, her two pronged spear embedded into his neck. Like a snake bite. Draco was livid, tears streaming down his face.

"That's my Godfather and you fucking bitch!"

Nagini laughed and it was ear-splitting and cruel. Draco spread his wings and slid into a practiced defence form. Harry didn't want to interfere, this was Draco's fight, and Snape coughed weakly, blood bubbling out of the dreadful life wound on his throat.

"I killed you before boy. Do you think you can win?"

Draco did not charge and Harry was proud of him, Nagini sighed and tossed aside her spear, the room was too small to fight properly in; she pulled out her large metal fan and beckoned Draco with a long nailed finger, an eerie smile stretching her painted lips. Harry blinked, so fast as the ice blonde angel lunged forwards- there it was again, the silver Dragon rearing its graceful long armoured neck and springing forwards with swift accuracy. Nagini parried Draco's putters and with a snip of metal and an agonised scream, one of Draco's beautiful snow white wings lay twitching on the dirty floor. Nagini open and closed her metal fan with a snap- ridding the bits of feather and blood that oozed in between the edged, her expression one of smug satisfaction. Draco stumbled back, bright red blood leaking from the gaping slice on the right side of his back, nerve ends and sinew hung from where the wing once was. The left wing flapped feebly.

"Shit!"

Draco sagged slightly and dropped one of his club-like weapons, now he was single handed, left handed; for the pain of losing one wing was so great he could only use the other arm. Harry had a shrew feeling that the nerves in the wing were connected to the arm and therefore the blonde would have a hard time functioning his right arm.

"What was it you said to me last time? Oh I remember~ Try your best."

She smiled mockingly and Harry couldn't watch as Draco charged again, but the scream that bled into his ears was not masculine but feminine. The raven teen turned and stood shocked as Draco sank the two points of Nagini's own spear into her abdomen. Eye bulging in shock, pain and surprise her sharp nails slashed across Draco's fair features.

"SHUT UP!"

Draco roared and twisted the prongs into her deeper. Dropping her to the ground Draco picked up his trusty golf putter and in two hands raised it above his head like an executioner and his axe. He smiled down at Nagini.

"You did try your best."

Harry shuddered at the sick thud that resounded round the small space- it stank of cloying blood and death; Harry quickly crossed the room to Snape who look at him with fading eyes. Draco staggered back exhausted and Harry caught the blonde. Together they watched as Severus Snape said his last words.

"Take them."

"What?"

Draco whispered, his silver eyes pooled with tears once more, Harry hugged the blonde tightly, warm blood staining his shirt; the remainder of Draco's family was now dying… He was powerless to do anything except watch.

"Draco… You're a good child. Such a brave clever child… Your parents would be proud. Potter, take them."

Harry was still confused as those cold dark eyes slowly slid out of focus and Draco wept freely, burying his battle slashed and bruised face into his lovers' chest. Harry kissed the top of his head gently. A soft glow emitted from Snape and Harry stunned realised that this was the soul, Draco stared at the pale silvery blue light, he sniffed. Harry watched as the soul transformed into a perfect slender doe.

"It's so beautiful… Harry… You're a Reaper… He gave his soul to you…"

"Dray… What do I exactly do with a soul?"

Draco smiled crookedly as he reached out for the light, it shied away like the nervous animal it was. The blonde sighed dreamily, the doe flicked one of its ears and stared back with liquid eyes.

"You can do anything with it… Energy… Heal…"

Harry stared down at Draco, cursing he realised the angel had lost far too much blood for his liking and was slipping. Harry reached out and connected with Snape's soul; he could feel the strength and with it poured all the energy into Draco's wound, regenerating a scab of new skin over the bleeding stump of the wing. The doe then faded out of sight, quietly, as quickly as it came. Draco sat up abruptly.

"Harry, get your bone scythe now."

"Draco?"

"Now!"

Harry did so and Draco went over to Nagini and looked down at her body.

"Collect her soul Harry, we can't afford You-know-who bringing her back to life."

Harry nodded and with a flick of his wrist the scythe cut through her body, and his magic lifted the wriggling glowing snake out. Draco sneered a little at the snake soul and Harry crushed it with the hilt of the scythe.

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"You do realise only we have to die now for Voldemort to die?"

"Yes. Yes I do."

Harry nodded, his knees felt shaky. They both would now have to sacrifice themselves for the war. Draco looked at him and Harry met his powerful silver gaze.

"Why didn't you just tell me Severus was the Dementor?"

Harry shook his head and pulled Draco in for a kiss, it was hot and rushed and Draco held him tightly. They broke the kiss and the ice blonde stroked the emerald eyed teen leaders' face gently.

"We're the Reaper and Dragon aren't we?"

Harry nodded and Draco smiled softly.

"Let's go start a new future now."

They watched the Order fight from the rooftops, Death Eater numbers had fallen drastically. The Drill lay on its side, defeated at last and Harry could pick out Luna's dirty blonde hair as she fought, in her hands a chainsaw; Seamus was with Hermione with 'Phoenix' the large painted machine gun, it was spitting out round after round of infinitely fast seeds of death. Ron was slumped against a wall; George was with him as they beat back several foes from the bodies of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks.

"They're all dying…"

Draco whispered, Harry hummed non-committal; he turned to the beautiful blonde.

"Then it's time to end this. He's waiting for us. He's right there."

Harry pointed and sure enough in the middle of the battle, in the midst of all the shouts and screams and dust and explosions, stood Lord Voldemort. Finally.

Finally. Harry smiled encouragingly at Draco and knew that he was ready and that he wasn't scared anymore. They turned and made their way down to the battle ground.

Harry was aware that everything had stopped Death Eaters and Order members of the like, as with Sirius and Bellatrix were silence, still and watchful. The final duel was upon them and the victor would decide the fate of their worlds. Harry did not meet any of his friends' gazes, he knew that they were pleading silently with him for just one last goodbye if anything were to go wrong.

But he had it all planned out. A plan no one else except the dead knew.

A plan he and Sirius and Snape had come up with right at the last minute. Only the dead knew of this plan. Harry intended to keep it this way. The raven stopped and so did Draco, they were approximately seven metres away from Voldemort, Harry could see every vein crisscrossing his ashy face, those evil red eyes. Draco gripped his golf putters tightly.

"Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy… have you come to die?"

Harry kept a perfect poker face.

"Yes. Yes I have."

But Draco had said at exactly the same time:

"No. No I haven't."

Voldemort seemed excruciatingly amused by this and he snapped his fingers, Harry gasped as an invisible force clamped round him, screams and Draco was looking on horrified.

"This is the day that Harry Potter dies."

Then all went black.

And it was all quiet.

Harry felt an immense boredom as he stared round the darkness of death. So much for waiting; this was why he didn't believe in angels. But soon the soft glow of millions of souls melted into being, they were heartbreakingly beautiful and graceful, he knew each one of them. Every single one.

Two doe stood side by side, the smaller was his mother Lily and Snape next to her, and the magnificent stag was James, his father. A large shaggy dog Harry instantly recognised as Sirius and the wolf wagging its tail was Remus Lupin. Fred was in the form of a young lion and Lavender was a twitchy nosed rabbit. Harry knew he could go on and on just naming who was who, but they had come to him for a reason. At the front brightest of all was Dumbledore, a Phoenix and next to him the graceful cheetah of Narcissa Malfoy and the powerful tiger of Lucius Malfoy.

"Why are you here?"

Narcissa prodded him and Harry tilted his head to one side.

"Same reason you all are."

"That's funny dear."

She mused, flicking her striped tail, Harry looked round carefully.

"Why? Where am I?"

"Let's put it this way Harry. You can if you'd like, return to nature. Become your soul form."

"And if I don't?"

The cheetah smiled at him and Harry all of a sudden felt rather peaceful. Lucius shifted his great paws.

"I feel a shift in the fabric of your and our world Potter."

"Someone else is coming soon. We shall receive him with open arms."

More excited mutterings as Dumbledore said another was coming. Harry sighed. He looked back over his shoulder.

"I want to go back."

Lily Potter gazed at him with her beautiful large doe eyes.

"You are no longer a Reaper though. Once you go back your power over the scythe will fail."

"I know Mum… I'm…"

"You are an Angel, Harry, you are a Guardian Angel."

Harry swivelled back to face his parents, Snape snorted irritated.

"I forgot to mention one thing Potter. This war will end three ways. The Dark Lord will die, you will die and Draco will die. But, but that's only two ways it will end. The third way is that…"

Lily shushed Draco's godfather and nuzzled her son with her soft velvety muzzle and Harry could feel the calling, the awakening.

"You'll find out Harry, we love you,"

"I… I love you too."

Harry gasped out and then he was winded. Slammed back into his own body, Draco hovered over him, his breathing shallow, and his silver eyes were glossy, glassy and bright as he heaved deep painful breaths.

"What did you do?"

Harry hissed and Draco swallowed, no way. Draco couldn't have used his own life to bring him back. No, this… Everything would fail if Draco died now. Draco rolled off of his leader and sat back panting, he coughed weakly. Voldemort was watching intently his expression dark, he raised a hand slowly. Harry knew that now his heritage had changed from Reaper to Angel… He turned to Draco.

"This will… hurt. A lot but I promise you it'll be over when I'm done."

Draco shook his head frantically, unable to speak, his eyes locking with bright green as his lips soundlessly formed words Harry couldn't hear but understood. Harry pulled out a thin knife, its handle was ivory, and Draco closed his eyes. Harry didn't, watching the other angel as he twitched violently. The knife sank straight and true into Draco's heart. Harry could hear his Orders' screams. But they didn't know.

Because Draco was now one of the dead, he knew his plan.

Or perhaps he knew it all along.

Harry kept pressing the knife into his lover, deeper. More intimate that way. Still holding the ice blonde, pale and aristocratic and so angelic it hurt. Harry snapped his fingers. Flames roared up, emerald green and blinding, they raced in patterns, scoring the ground. People screamed but no one was burnt. Voldemort just watched quietly. Waiting to see what his opponent, Harry Potter would use against him. Hermione however realised it at the last split second and she tried to call out but her words were drowned out by an unearthly roaring and cracking shriek.

Harry had delved into the realm of Alchemy and had summoned using his lovers' blood and life his soul into a tangible form, its true form; the form of a slender powerful silver Dragon. The dragon twisted its powerful neck, its silver eyes flicking back and forth, distinguishing the enemy with intelligence. Harry smirked at the look of horror upon Voldemort's face.

"Tom, face it. You can't win against something that knows magic beyond the books and teachers."

"I know I cannot. But you do realise Potter that summoning a being like that requires more than just the sacrifice of your loved one. It requires your life too."

Harry nodded, he knew.

"I know Tom, but did you know it can be swung round and be that person's worst enemy? I figured it all out with the help of Severus Snape. You had a Reaper, Basilisk, Dragon and Dementor. I killed them all and now you must die as a peace offering to my power. This ends in three ways Tom. Draco and I die which has happened. You will die which is going to happen and the final? I think you know it Tom."

Harry could see Voldemort's brain working; the emerald eyed teen was surprised, he had been expecting a more physical fight rather than a mental battle. Harry smiled.

"Don't be afraid to say it."

Voldemort snarled and a bolt of lightning raced his way, Draco however lifted his huge leathery wings and the electricity crackled off harmlessly, the dragon shook himself as if it was nothing. Harry waited one hand placed on the dragon's warm hard scaly underbelly.

"Everyone you specifically have ever killed will come back. How and why? Because you used them to add to your own life and power. If you feel remorse Tom, if you feel deep down about what you've done to the people of the world; more importantly Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Hogwarts… You could just save yourself."

More vicious bolts of lightning fizzled out as the large silver dragon brushed them aside. Harry sighed.

"Then I think it's safe to say… this is where it all ends for you Tom. It ends here. You took so much from me and now it's my turn to take it back, for all of us."

"You cannot bring back all of the dead!"

Harry could see the hysteria in Voldemort's eyes. Chuckling Harry nodded.

"I can, with you. There was a prophecy you see. Where you and I would meet, two incredibly powerful magical beings that there ever was. I was given a gift as you were. Only you misused and plagued yours. It's time to give back Tom."

Stepping away from Draco, Harry faced his long time enemy and Voldemort with a hiss, swung an impressive wave of rubble at him, Harry connected with the flying debris and reduced the attack to harmless dust. Again, the rubble this time was shortened to spears of concrete, Harry crushed those too to dust, it was incredible how much killing off Voldemort's power sources affect him. Harry gave a sad smile, it seemed that Tom Riddle had relied too much on those external sources and forgotten to hone his own powers.

The sun was setting now, it had been a long day and Harry could feel that this was going to be the end. The sky was streaked with purple and navy, silver clouds brushed the sky with water colour pinks and gold, Gryffindor Lion gold, stood put proudly in the sky's ozone pelt. Harry picked up his bone scythe, though he was no longer a reaper and could not collect souls, it was alright.

Dumbledore had said they were waiting for one more. They would take care of this lost soul before they came back- they would make sure it moved on and would rest in peace.

The one that should be pitied the most.

Harry stood directly in front of Voldemort; he looked such a sad and defeated person.

"I feel sorry for you."

Stepping back the bone scythe was a pure white as it sliced through the air and passed seemingly through the leader of the Death Eaters, Tom Riddle fell to the floor, his red eyes dull and sightless. And Harry thought he glimpsed the soul flying free.

Tumultuous applause, Ron had grabbed Hermione and was hugging her tightly both were sobbing; Luna was perched on Neville's shoulders waving her sword in the air. Seamus and his remaining team fired their guns over and over, symbolising the end of an era. George was rocking back and forth clutching the body of Fred to his chest, Arthur beside him as emotions just raced out. The Dragon snorted and Harry looked up into Draco's reptilian eyes.

"I think it's time to go now eh Dray?"

The Dragon snorted, Harry swore Draco was smiling at him, the way just one single sabre sharp tooth was revealed by the curling of those large scaled lips. Harry patted Draco on the neck firmly.

For the final ending of the prophecy, they would have to bring back those who died. As a Guardian Angel Harry knew they were ready. Legend had it was the creatures of the Earth had come from the sky, lead by a conquering angel. Draco lowered his long graceful scaled neck and Harry climbed on, with two powerful wing beats, Harry whooped as he was taken up into the sky. He could now see how the eyes were a Window to the soul; he now understood completely. The gates of the two worlds had collided and had opened. It was truly a sight to behold. The joyful bright shimmering souls rushing out into the physical realm and Harry could see all in Hufflepuff staring up into the darkening sky in awe.

It was like a circuit of honour. And when they landed the souls had solidified. George was getting licked to helpless giggles by Fred- a ring tailed lemur and Arthur had found Molly a lioness, he was hugging her tearfully and a little foal gambolled around them. Ron came to stand beside Harry wiping his eyes as he watched the scene.

"That's Ginny."

Harry nodded, he knew it hurt Ron to know Ginny hadn't survived either; he'd always wanted a little sister. Lily and James came up to him quietly, their hooves making a soft clip clop on the pavement. James dipped his majestic antlered head to his son.

"I'm so proud of you."

Harry shrugged, Draco looked down at him.

"Isn't there something you still have to do?"

The silver dragon growled, Harry grinned and looked down at Draco's human form, the knife still protruding painfully from his heart. The Dragon snuffed impatiently.

"This will hurt a lot Dray."

True to this the dragon keened as Harry withdrew the blade, the outline shimmered brightly, like a flare on a dark night and the dragon was gone. The blonde sat up, his eyes bleary; his fumbled a bit to open his shirt, nothing. Not even a scar from the knife. Harry laughed as Draco calmed down.

"How was transitioning back to your body?"

"Never again."

The blonde groaned, the only reason to why Draco could revert back and forth between his soul form and body was the fact that he and Harry were connected now. As long as Harry lived, Draco would and never die until both died together at the same time. The emerald eyed male looked up as the moon and the first stars were melting into existence.

Yes. It truly was the start of a new era. Draco tapped him on the shoulder and Harry turned only to be captured into a soft loving kiss. Wrapping his battle tired arms round his lover Harry knew he and Draco… no everyone had finally made it happen.

Draco had been right.

One plus one did equal to window.

~End