1Everything made since now. Simba's roar supposedly alarmed the wildebeest causing them to panic, but what really happen was that Scar had the hyenas chasing the wildebeest and making it look like it was all Simba's fault. Harry was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Harry felt dark magic overtake him as he shook with rage. He and Simba had been living with the guilt of killing Mufasa while the murderers were right in front of him. How pathetic do you have to be to blame a teenage boy and a young cub for murder!?

Harry tried to take control of his emotions, but he couldn't help how he felt. Voldemort's sneering face didn't help the matter. He looked at Voldemort.

"You lying scumbag," whispered Harry in a dangerous tone. "You cheating little rust bucket."

"Now, now, Harry," said Voldemort. "Your parents wouldn't like it if you are disrespecting your elders."

"Mufasa wouldn't like it if you are blaming his death on children!" he said the last bit loudly getting the attention of every last lion and hyena. "You murdered Mufasa didn't you!? You and your pathetic little lion friend. He just wanted to be king, but he lacked the skill of true leadership. Now look at what he's done to the Pridelands. Is this somewhere a true king would live?"

"Enough," screamed Voldemort backhanding Harry to the ground as Scar had done Sarabi. "You are a fool. So what if we killed Mufasa? He's not here to protect you now. No one can save you now." he said to the lioness.

"I can." said Simba. "This is my home and you're not welcomed in it."

The hyenas started the fight first. They all jumped on Simba and the lioness left from around Harry to go to his aid. Soon everyone was fighting. Lion versus hyena.

Harry slowly got to his feet and noticed that Voldemort wasn't near him. He looked around and also noted that Scar was no where to be seen. He saw Nala fighting three hyenas at a time, and Sarabi was fighting two, but Simba had a dozen on him. Harry rushed forward to help, raising his wand as he went.

Simba knocked out seven and Harry took out the other five. Things were chaotic. There were a lot of growling and howling, and yet, Scar and Voldemort was no where in view.

Harry wasn't sure how it happened, but a fire broke out and was climbing the cliff with haste. No one took notice as they were all to busy fighting their opponents.

"Harry," said Simba suddenly. "He's over there."

Harry looked in the direction Simba was indicating and saw Scar trying to make his way to the top of Priderock. Harry saw him turn around and they made eye contact. He then turned and ran. Harry and Simba chased after him.

The fire had already reached the top of the rock and was blocking Harry and Simba's path to Scar. They, however, bravely jumped through it trapping the dark lion. Voldemort was still no where to be seen.

Scar backed up to the edge of the cliff. He had no where to go. He was thinking the same thing. As Harry pointed his wand at him, he began to panic.

"Where's Voldemort?" asked Harry coldly.

"He...He ran. Disapparated." answered Scar eyeing Harry's wand.

"Left you alone, did he? There's something you should know about Voldemort. He leaves his servants alone to die. You were never his friend."

"You've got to understand," pleaded Scar. "It wasn't me. It was the hyenas' fault they tricked me."

"Why should I believe you," asked Simba in a voice that was similar to Harry's. "Everything you ever told me was a lie."

"You wouldn't kill me would you? I'm...I'm...I'm your uncle."

"No, Scar. We're not like you."

Scar looked relieved. "Thank you. You're too kind. I'll make it up to you. I promise. How can I prove myself."

Harry and Simba's eyes met for a brief moment. Each understanding what the other wanted.

"Run away, Scar," said Harry.

"Run away and never return." added Simba.

Scar looked shocked. He wasn't expecting that as an answer. "Right." he began to move away from the edge of the cliff. He kept his head hung low. "If you wish...your Majesty!" he brushed a bit of flaming ash in Simba's eyes. Simba gave a cry of pain. Scar raised his paw at Simba, but Harry's excellent reflexes pushed Simba out of the way and he received a sharp blow to the side of the head that left him dazed.

Simba, getting his eyesight back, roared angrily. He raised his paw and slashed Scar in the face. They soon began to fight brutishly causing Harry to back away. He wanted to help, but if he was hit hard enough by one of those claws he would probably bleed to death.

Scar rose his paw once more and knocked Simba to the ground. He was about to finish Simba off when a blast from his wand sent the dark lion spiraling back into the hot flames.

Harry rushed over to Simba to make sure that he was alright. The lion sat up. "Where's Scar?" he asked.

"I don't–"

"Duck!"

Harry turned around just in time to see Scar jumping through the flames. It looked as if he was trying to hit him and Simba at the same time, but unfortunately, Harry and the lion ducked low to the ground.

Scar's eyes opened wide as he went soaring over Harry, Simba, and then over the edge of the cliff. He landed with a loud thud on the hot ground due to all the fire. Simba and Harry looked over the cliff as the hyenas appeared out of the flames.

"My friends," said Scar.

"Friends?" laughed Shenzi. "I thought we were the enemies? What do you think, Banzai?"

"That's what I heard him say." said Banzai. "Ed?"

Ed gave a stupid, evil laugh. The hyenas all wore a hungry expression on their faces as they got closer to Scar.

"No..." said Scar. "Wait...you don't understand...it was that Potter kid. He...wait!" he screamed as all the hyenas jumped on him and began to tear him to pieces.

"Bastard got what he deserved," said Harry standing up. "Blaming me for what he did."

Heavy raindrops began to splatter on the ground causing the fire to extinguish. Harry and Simba was soaked within minutes. Harry climbed onto Simba's back and he walked back to the lioness.

When they arrived at the bottom of Priderock they saw that all the hyenas were gone. Simba walked passed the lioness searching for one in particular.

Sarabi approached Simba and they nuzzled each other. Nala then walked over and she licked Harry's face before she hugged her lover. Rafiki cleared his voice getting the king's attention. He pointed silently to the edge of the rock. Simba glanced briefly at Harry, who nodded.

Simba continued up the cliff only stopping to give the wise baboon a hug. He proceeded to the top over looking all of the lioness. Now was the time for him to claim his place as king.

"Harry," he said still staring below his kingdom. "I know you're not a lion, but we've been through a lot together...but I was wondering if...I could adopt you as a son." he didn't get a respond and thought that Harry was revolted by the very thought of it. "I'm sorry." he quickly said. "I shouldn't have asked. It was a–"

He suddenly felt a drop of hot liquid fall onto his head. At first he thought it was the rain, but the rain was freezing, cold. He looked around and saw that Harry's eyes were watery and tears were escaping from them.

Harry had a tight lump in his throat. This meant a lot to him. He had a second chance at a family. He didn't say anything. He hugged his new guardian around the neck. Simba didn't need to hear anything from the child.

Simba turned back to his subjects and gave a loud roar. They all roared back accepting him as king.

In no time at all, the Pridelands' beauty was restored and all of the animals returned. Nala was crowned as queen and Harry had gotten something he had always wanted; a family.

Author's note: Thank you everyone who has reviewed and stuck to the story. Now is the time to add me to your author alert if you want to know when I'm going to post the first chapter of Potter King 2.