A/N: Thank you to everyone who wished me luck with boot camp. It turned out that that luck took an unexpected turn. I had trouble with my paperwork, so I won't be going till September, which means, bootcamp in the fall instead of the summer. It took work a while to get me back on the schedule, so I've been doing a bit of traveling in the interim time. I had a lot of trouble with this chapter. A lot of things had to be rewritten, and a few scenes just took a while to hammer out. In the end, I like to think that everything fell into place, so I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't know if you've read this series of books called Harry Potter, but if you have, you may notice that one or two, (or most), of these characters and their surroundings are not of my creation. Surprising, I know. I in fact do not own anything here, JK Rowling and MGM do.

Soul

Dumbledore had always been a bit of a legend to him when he was a boy; the man who had defeated Grindelwald, who had stood against You-Know-Who. He had half expected to come to Hogwarts on his first day and find that the Headmaster of his school looked more like one of the battle mages from his story books than anything else. He had imagined that such a wizard must give off a palpable aura of power that all around him must feel. So when he had arrived in the Great hall for his sorting as an eleven year old boy, he had done a double take when he had seen the aged man sitting in the middle of the head table. Albus Dumbledore had always come off more as a benevolent grandfather, an eccentric older man who had taught Professor McGonagall's second year class how to turn their hair fanciful colors one day when the Transfiguration Professor had come down with the salamander flu.

Yet now that it had all gone wrong, he could see what he had imagined as a boy. He saw a warlock full of power and authority. The air around him felt charged, and a primal part of his brain told him that he should be moving in the opposite direction as he approached the most powerful wizard in the world.

"Filius, consult the loadstone, a Portkey within the grounds will have made an impression. Pomona, alert the ministry, we're going to need a lot of people to help in the search. Minerva, round up the old crowd. Hagrid, we're going to need your help orchestrating a search of the forest. There is a lot of ground to cover, but we know he is still within the bounds of the tournament."

The headmaster turned around to face him at his approach, "Mr. Diggory, you tried to warn Mr. Potter of Professor Moody, why?"

Cedric found himself stumbling through an explanation of what they had discovered, and their belief that Professor Moody was an impostor.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I don't know how, but he knew we were on to him, that's why he grabbed Harry like that."

"Blame for this night does not lie with you my boy. You did well to bring this to me. Now go join the rest of your house in the Hufflepuff dormitory."

It felt very wrong to argue with the powerful wizard in front of him.

"I'm of age sir, I'd like to help the search."

"Me as well," said Fleur, who Cedric hadn't realized had come up behind him.

"Ve can all help," said Victor, standing next to Fleur.

"Very well, Mr. Diggory, Mr. Krum, Madame Hooch is preparing to orchestrate an aerial search of the area. Mademoiselle Delacour you may join one of the teams that searches the forbidden forest."

With that the Headmaster turned back to those professors who had yet to receive instructions and continued orchestrating the search for Harry Potter.

Cedric and Victor sought out Madame Hooch to let her know that they would be joining her, before going to get their brooms. Cedric just hoped that they wouldn't be too late.

IIIIIII

If he hadn't told his metabolism to go into overdrive before he had passed out, the potion in his system would have likely left him unconscious when the knife slashed across his face. As it was, his system was taxing itself to filter and process the potion that had knocked him out, and as he felt the sharp pain he drowsily opened his eyes to see only with one of them. His right eye had been slashed through. He tried to move but found it difficult in his current state, besides which, he was clearly tied to a stone pedestal.

Someone's forearm pushed his head against the stone as something was pressed against his face below the gash. In the dark he could see a figure walk away from him towards a cauldron in the middle of the forest floor. Next to the cauldron there was what looked like an unburied casket. Looking around, he was bewildered to see that, seemingly risen from the Earth itself, a curved rock face, fifteen meters across, cut off his vision of everything above him, to his sides, and behind him. It looked like someone had half buried a bowl sideways in the ground, and Harry was inside.

"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you shall resurrect your foe," he heard Crouch say.

The giant cauldron started roiling and smoking, and the very air felt charged. There was a sharp crack and everything went silent. A moment passed until a figure rose from within.

"Robe me," said the high cold voice of who Harry had little doubt was Voldemort.

Moody, or perhaps more likely Crouch handed Voldemort a dark robe. Harry thought it looked like Crouch was missing his wand hand. Harry tried to focus inward, to shoot himself away, but he had too much difficulty focusing on his magic, it was almost like it kept slipping away from him.

"Harry Potter," said Voldemort. "I have waited for so long to see you again, and gone through such trouble to do so."

Harry was still having trouble processing what was happening in front of him, his eyes still wanted to close, and his head still wanted to fall forward onto his chest.

"Do not worry that we will be interrupted, I have arranged that we shall be quite alone until I summon the rest of this reunion. Though I had not expected you to waken so soon, I will have to move things along accordingly."

Harry sought out his ship, but while he could sense its presence, he could not summon it. He knew he was in no shape to fight. He now knew why he had been taken; for some reason his blood had been needed to restore Voldemort, but it left a lot unanswered. He lifted his head as well as he could, though it felt like it was made of lead.

"Why did you wait?" Harry asked. "Why make the dragon attack the crowd?"

He needed time to process the potion.

"Do you know why people fear to speak my name Harry?" asked Voldemort.

He knew the answer, he had learned as much about Voldemort as he could, but it took him a moment to bring it to the forefront of his mind.

"Because you killed people for saying it in public."

"Yes, it was important that people fear me, important that they feared to so much as speak my name. And still today an entire generation was raised to fear me; I had been defeated, I was nothing, and they still feared me so. I had become legend, and I truly understand the importance of legend. It was the legend of my ancestor Salazar Slytherin that drew me an army when I had yet to reveal myself to the world. But it was legend that gave people hope; hope that I could be defeated by an old man who had defeated another legend. Yet it was not he who defeated me, but a babe in his cradle."

"When Bartemius found me, I was as weak as such an infant, but with resurrection within my grasp, I knew that you must once more be a part of my legend. I had to come back stronger, I had to come back upon the chariot of your defeat, lest those who might oppose me have such hope as they had when they heard that you had destroyed me. They had to know that it was your blood that flows in my veins, and now," he held up his hand and energy crackled between his fingers, "I feel a power in this blood I have never felt before."

Though it was beating furiously to pump the potion through his system as fast as it could, Harry felt in that moment that his heart stopped. Voldemort had naquedah in his blood. He took a shuddering breath of relief as he realized, though, that without so much as a basic understanding of physics, Voldemort could never use such power to its potential.

"But I did not know when I had you brought back that you would be so powerful, I wanted very much for you to be perceived so, that people could say that you were extraordinary, that no mere infant could defeat me. I had to kill a legend. A legend you had prolonged with your disappearance. My servant had been prepared to ensure that you won the Tri-Wizard tournament. A fourteen year old boy defeating the three Tri-Wizard champions, the best and brightest of a generation. But then you arrived, and it became clear very quickly that you were very extraordinary. I decided to see how far you could build up your own legend. My servant tested you in a duel in class, and he felt your power, everyone there who was in tune to such things felt your power. When you faced that dragon, I decided, it would not be enough for you to simply get by it. I wanted the world to see what you could truly do."

"And you performed for me, with the dragon let loose, and trying to incinerate the crowd, you fought it's magic to contain it, and when my servant broke it free, you flew, Harry Potter, you flew up into the sky like it was your domain, and a bar of pure light pierced it's armored skull. You killed a dragon with one blow, and your legend grew.

"So now your legend comes to an end, sooner perhaps than I had hoped, and mine starts anew."

Crouch, who had been standing behind Voldemort, clutching his wrist with his remaining hand, while staring at his master in awe, suddenly started to ripple and change. Alastor Moody's magical eye and wooden leg popped out of their sockets, and the form of Bartemius Crouch Jr. stood in his place.

"It is time," Voldemort said. "Prepare him."

Crouch grabbed his hair and wrenched his head back, then held it in place with his stump of an arm. He then pulled a potion out of his robes that he forced down Harry's throat.

IIIIIIII

He had never really believed Harry when he had told him that the place he met Sirius in was a cavern that he had constructed underground. Though he had little doubt after the short amount of time he had known Harry that the youth could build such a thing, he had long since come to believe that Harry truly had left the planet, that other worlds and aliens really did exist. The interview he had given to the prophet only confirmed his suspicion. Though it had largely confirmed the suspicions he had had for a while, the article that had been printed in the paper had still thrown him for a loop. Harry had been abducted by parasitic aliens, had fought in interstellar battles. One quote from the article had stuck with him though, "It was magic that set me free from them, but it was with my bare hands that I slew them. It empowered me, in a way, and I knew that I would continue to go after the goa'uld. The day that I slew Osiris was the day I began a war, which I saw through to the end." It would have been easy to imagine the Harry that he knew now setting off to war, but the fourteen year old's words had described events from when he was just nine. The article had truly been heart wrenching to read, but also very illuminating.

As it was, Remus was convinced that at that moment he was right next to a spaceship. Or at least he hoped that he was. He had come when Dumbledore had called, and right then he was hoping that Sirius or his strange friend could help him find Harry.

"Harry needs help," he called out, hoping someone could hear him.

A bright light shone on him from above and he startled as several large rings fell down out of nothingness from the sky above him. When the light dimmed again, he was on Harry's ship. Sirius walked into the room.

"This way," he said.

Remus followed him out of the room he had appeared in as he walked into another where Nol was doing something at what Remus supposed was a computer.

"The scanners can't find Harry," Sirius said. "What happened?"

"He was portkeyed away, we don't know where to."

"He should still show up on the scanner; with his kara kesh the scanners should be able to find him, even lightyears away."

"He has to be somewhere within the wards," Sirius said.

"He may be blocked by wards, any number could keep a location secret," Remus suggested.

"To you perhaps," said Nol. "But we have penetrated all we have encountered. Here," he said, as he input something into his computer. "These are the wards that this ship's sensors have bypassed, based on information from the Hogwarts Library."

A list of wards came up seeming to be written in the air in front of Remus. He had to admit he was impressed, though he had no idea how they had had the opportunity to come across so many.

"These are all of the wards that were contained in the library that could conceal someone from detection. Eliminating those we have already come across, and those that operate on similar principals, we are left with these."

There was one on the list that stood out.

"The Fideleus charm," he said. "He wouldn't be hidden from the ship, well not directly. The ship could very well be picking him up, you just can't tell; that is the nature of the charm. When Harry's parents took him into hiding, I knew where they where before the Fideleus charm was cast, but once it was, I could not perceive that knowledge until I was shown the the note that Peter had written."

"But why hasn't Harry summoned his ship to him. Would this charm block him? Or can we assume that he isn't in a state to do so?"

"It could be either," said Remus. "The charm prevents anyone other than the secret keeper from communicating with the outside world while within the bounds of the charm."

Nol nodded. "Then we must assume that the ship can sense Harry's presence but that we can not perceive this information. We must then instruct the ship to go to Harry's location. Will Harry be able to communicate with the ship once the ship is within the bounds of the charm?"

"If he is conscious, yes, but if he is not, then we will have no way of knowing, we will not even be able to remember why we are there. We can assume that Harry was taken there by the secret keeper himself. Therefore he will be protected by the charm as well, we will not be able to perceive him, even if we were standing right in front of him. We will not even be able to conceive of the notion that we are in the same area as he. We can direct the ship to go to Harry, but once we are there, we will not be able to think of it as Harry's location."

"So what if he isn't conscious when we get there?" Sirius asked.

"If he is unconscious, there may be nothing we can do," said Remus.

"It may be advantageous to Harry for us to create a distraction," said Nol. "If we can't directly aid him, then we can at least use the ship to create a large distraction."

"If we're going to forget that he is there, then we'll have to tell the ship what to do when we get there ahead of time," said Sirius.

"It would likely be best to temporarily lock ourselves out of the controls once we have done so," said Nol. "Lest we decide to leave once we get there."

"Right," Sirius said. "You tell the ship to get us there, I'll tell it what it should do to create a distraction when we do."

"I don't really know what this ship can do," Remus said. " But can it break the Fideleus charm once we are inside the wards? Then we could directly help Harry, or call in for backup."

"It is likely that if I were able to study them, I would be able to break through them. But without being able to directly analyze them, I can at best give instructions to the ship's computer to analyze them and then use it's own limited cognitive power to determine a course of attack."

"Then I should go," said Remus. "I'll tell Dumbledore to assemble a strike team. If the wards go down, you'll remember why you're there. Make sure you make your presence known at that point."

They made quick farewells and Sirius helped him off of the ship. Once back outside, Remus made his way quickly to the castle.

IIIIIII

Even had Ginny Weasley been one to follow rules and directions, she would still have found herself flying the grounds of the castle after everyone had been sent to their dorms. There wasn't one particular reason, she had so many, she felt, but one way or another, she knew that it was owed.

IIIIII

Flying high above the grounds, his wand out, and his eyes closed; Severus Snape chanted low, under his breath, as he cast out in the surrounding area for a sign of his quarry. It was likely useless. The man behind this was methodical, there was likely nothing to find. But he had made a vow thirteen years ago, and damned as he was, he had no intention of ignoring it now.

He gasped and almost slid off of his broom as his forearm burned as it had not for over a decade. His stomach turned to ice. The Dark Lord was back.

Suddenly knowing where to go, he cast a sonorous charm on his throat and turned to call out to those searching in the area. Yet as he opened his mouth, no words would come out. He tried again, but it was no use. With a grim frown, he turned towards the pull of the Dark Lord. It seemed he would be going in on his own.

IIIIIIII

The potion Crouch had forced down his throat was some sort of stimulant. It didn't directly counteract the potion that had knocked him out, rather the two potions seemed to be fighting each other. He no longer felt lethargic, and his muscles felt strong. His system, which had been taxed trying to filter out the potion that had disabled him was given new life as it struggled. The potion did nothing, however, for his ability to concentrate. Indeed it almost made it worse, as he now had trouble staying on one line of thought.

It seemed Voldemort wanted to fight him when he looked strong, but didn't want to take any chances. Harry thought he wouldn't have trouble casting simple spells, but anything requiring concentration, or a quick reaction was beyond him at the moment. He could have broken the bonds that restrained him, but he needed to wait as long as he could before this confrontation, time for him to get the potion out of his system.

"You should not have gone through his eye," Voldemort was saying to Crouch.

"Master, forgive me, I was too eager to make him pay, I forgot myself."

"It is no matter." A flick of Voldemort's wand and the blood cleared from his face, next the cut was sealed. The next spell did not seem to do anything, and it took Harry a while to realize that Voldemort had probably cast an illusion over his face to make it look as though he had two functioning eyes.

"Your arm," Voldemort directed Crouch.

Barty held his good arm up, allowing the sleeve of his robe to fall down before he presented it to his master. Voldemort pressed his thumb onto the center of the man's forearm and Barty closed his eyes as a manic grin spread across his face.

Only moments later a single crack rang out into the night, and a black cloaked and masked figure appeared in the clearing. There was another moment as the figure seemed to take in the scene and then it was kneeling on the ground before Voldemort.

It was not long before more cracks filled the night, as identically dressed figures appeared, all kneeling before Voldemort. Twenty five in all.

"This is all we shall see for now. Two more of our number are currently within the wards of Hogwarts, we shall see if they will join us tonight."

"Master," said one of the kneeling men, "I always knew you would return. I never lost faith."

"You dare," spat Crouch. "You speak of faith when you have done nothing these past thirteen year to bring back the master you swore yourself to. You who have sat in the comfort of your manors while your brothers and sisters rotted in Azkaban, and enjoyed the benefits of the society we fought to resurrect, while it crumbles around you." Had his wand arm a hand, it would have been pointing at each of the Death Eaters in turn.

"It was young Barty and the Lestranges who showed me loyalty thirteen years ago, they who kept the faith. And you see, Lord Voldemort pays back what is due." He summoned Crouch to his side and drew forth the man's maimed arm. From his wand spouted liquid metal, which drew itself to the man's wrist where it formed a silver hand.

Barty held up his hand and gazed at his master in jubilee. "It is perfect, Master."

"We have time perhaps for one example."

Barty smiled, and drawing his wand with his new hand, he turned it on one of the kneeling Death Eaters, his face an odd mix of pleasure and rage.

"Crucio!" An agonized scream split the nights air.

"Now," said Voldemort. "It is time to begin the night's festivities." He turned to Crouch. "Three to bear witness."

Crouch nodded and, turning on the spot, he apparated away. It was then that Harry realized that he must be at the edge of the Hogwarts wards, and it was likely that reason why Voldemort had not attempted to come too near Harry. They were on opposite sides of a line that neither of them could cross. Crouch alone could stand on either side. It also explained the bowl of rock behind him, cutting off his line of sight of anything behind him, to his sides, and above him. It probably went right to the end of his tether. He wouldn't be able to beam himself away, even if he could focus on the process enough to succeed.

With another crack, Crouch appeared holding a terrified witch who had been bound with her hands behind her back. He left her and was gone in another crack, returning moments later with a wizard in a similar state. His next disappearance took longer, but he returned with another wizard all the same.

"My lord, may I present Mark Randal, Editor in Chief of the Daily Prophet, Laurence Davies, Mayor of Hogsmead, and Jean Malcom, the London correspondent to Wizarding World News." He turned to the captives. "You will all kneel before the Dark Lord." All three found themselves on their knees before Voldemort.

Voldemort smiled at the assembly. "Now that we are all gathered, it is time to introduce the guest of honor: Harry Potter. And I do mean that. You should all feel honored to have been chosen to witness this meeting of the two most powerful wizards to have walked this Earth since the days of the founders. Honored to witness the death of the Boy-Who-Lived on the day of my rebirth. At the end of tonight, you will all go to report what you have seen, that all may know what happened here."

"Someone approaches," Crouch said.

A black robed and masked figure appeared flying in on broomstick, coming from around the side of the bowl of earth that blocked everything on Harry's side of the Hogwarts wards. The newcomer did not spare a glance to anyone else in the assembly, crouching only in front of Voldemort in supplication.

"Master, I must apologize, I came as soon as I could."

It took far too long for Harry to identify the voice, his mind kept slipping, he wondered if he had another ally, or another enemy. It seemed that tonight would see where Severus Snape's loyalties truly lay.

"Look at me," Voldemort told the Hogwarts Potions Master.

Snape looked up into Voldemort's eyes and they began an odd sort of staring contest. After a moment Snape started to tremble, a hand coming up to the side of his head, but he maintained eye contact with the Dark Lord.

Finally Voldemort smiled, and Snape seemed to sag as Voldemort turned back to the other Death Eaters. "You may join your brothers."

Snape stood, all signs of his previous distress gone, and took his place among his fellows. For the first time looking at Harry. Looking him right in the eye, in fact. Harry had a feeling of a presence in his mind, and took a leap of faith. Bringing up to the forefront of his mind the two potions that he had been fed, he hoped that the potions master got his message. If he did, or if he planned to do anything about it though, he didn't give any indication.

"Now," Voldemort was saying. "The time has come; Harry Potter, I challenge you to a duel to the death."

Suddenly, Harry's hand device gave him an alert. The next thing he knew, trees were being battered about every which way, as the Libertas flew into his field of view, flying a circle around everyone, her powerful shields plowing through the forest around them, flying through the trees as though they were made of straw. Bolts of plasma rained down from the sky, each one landing far away from the assembly, sending up massive eruptions of trees and rock and dirt. The running lights flooded the area with a bright white light, and echoing all around them, as though from hundreds of voices, a Jaffa battle chant started pounding in his ears.

The Dark Lord, and all of his Death Eaters tracked the ship as it flew about, their wands drawn, some of them firing spells. All except one, Severus Snape had his wand pointed directly at Harry, and as everyone else watched as the Libertas flew behind them, he fired off a sickly orange spell that struck Harry in the chest. He couldn't hear what spell the man used, but the moment it hit him, he felt as though a fire flowed through his blood. For a moment, he thought that he was dying, that he could look down and see himself being burned alive from the inside out. Yet, a moment later, the fire passed, and his head cleared. He looked up at Snape, but the man was focused on the ship.

Suddenly the Libertas veered upwards, high above the tree tops, and a pulse seemed to go through the air. Harry saw Crouch stumble, looking shaken.

"My Lord, the Fideleus Charm has fallen!"

Harry smiled, Voldemort was now in a trap of Harry's making. A quick command to his ship, and particle emitters started flooding the area with a matrix of energy that would prevent most forms of instantaneous transportation. Harry vanished the magical rope that bound him and gathered his energy, and pushed both hands together, a bolt of liquid light shooting forth at Voldemort, who was distracted by the Libertas. The Dark Lord quickly dove out of the way and a tree in the distance exploded.

"Voldemort," he called out. "I thought we had a duel to see to."

IIIIII

Flying low over the trees, Ginny kept her eyes on the ground looking for any activity. She had made her way fairly far into the forest, farther than she had ever gone before, and any familiarity with what she knew of the forest had long disappeared. She looked over her shoulder, the castle was just a speck of light in the distance.

Suddenly there came flashes of lights, and a booming chant echoed across the landscape. She turned towards the commotion, pushing her broom to it's top speed, moving deeper into the forest. She came upon a clearing in the forest, a handful of wizards in dark robes were firing wildly at a massive contraption that flew through the air from which huge bolts of light flew, striking the earth in massive eruptions. Oddly though, nothing came close to anyone on the ground. Not far away, there was a battle on the ground between two wizards, one of whom looked like he was fighting from underneath a large rock covering. Powerful spells flew in both directions, bursting on shields, deflected to the side, causing massive destruction all around. It didn't take much of a guess to know who was fighting from within the mound, for it was the other figure that drew her focus. It didn't matter that he looked nothing like Tom, she knew who he was the moment she looked at him. As a cold fury gripped her, she pulled out one of the twins inventions from her pocket, she didn't care which, as she angled her broom towards the ground picking up speed. She whispered a word to the packet in her hand.

IIIIIII

Everything Harry had ever read about Voldemort had told him that he was an expert duelist. Brutally powerful, and unforgivingly fast; Voldemort was known to have never lost in a duel during his rise to power. But there was something unnatural to how fast Voldemort was as they dueled. He had looked snakelike after his rebirth, and now his arm moved like a viper, every move precise, as he cast spell after spell in a blinding barrage. Not that Harry wasn't fast as well, and more than powerful enough to hold his own, but every spell and shield had to be quick, or worse, rushed. There was no time to do anything too advanced, nor time to put too much power behind anything. Having only one eye certainly didn't help either. He was considering going on the defensive so he could take command of the Libertas, but the ship was too powerful, it had never been intended to fight a battle between ground troops that were so close together. It's weapons designed to buckle shields would destroy everything that was too close, which the people brought as witnesses by Crouch were.

Voldemort soon started to take advantage of the naquedah in his blood. Firing both with his wand and his free hand. If Voldemort was surprised that Harry wasn't under the effects of the potions, he didn't show it. He just kept up an endless barrage of curses, shields and counter curses. Like Harry, he couldn't take time to do anything complex, forced as he was to react to everything Harry threw at him in rapid succession.

Harry summoned one of the Death Eaters who was directly behind Voldemort, but Voldemort's reflexes were spot on, and he ducked in time, while keeping up a barrage against Harry. The unknown Death Eater continued his path towards Harry, until he impacted the Hogwarts wards and stopped as though he had hit a brick wall. He quickly died in the crossfire between Harry and Voldemort.

Harry quickly deflected a small boulder that Voldemort flung his way, but was unprepared when it exploded as it passed him on his side. He was thrown sideways, one arm bracing for a roll that would see him back on his feet, the other casting a sunburst to hide his exact location from Voldemort, though he was unprotected from the barrage of spells that flew about him. He had regained his feet by the time the sunburst had faded, completely on the defensive as he cast a quick splint on a broken leg. He ignored the other wounds he had sustained. Voldemort started cackling as he kept up a barrage of spells. Suddenly, in a blur, Voldemort was knocked to the side as something very fast barreled into him from the sky. Something redheaded.

Harry watched in disbelief as Ginny Weasley landed atop a prone Voldemort, wand seemingly forgotten as she pummeled him with her fists and her knees, screaming invectives at the monster who's creation had taken so much from her. Nothing he had read suggested that Voldemort had any training in physical fighting, and Voldemort's lack of any sort of skill in dealing with the young girl straddling him showed. Harry wished he could close the gap between the two of them, certain that he could quickly end the encounter.

"This is for Ernie," Ginny cried as Voldemort's wand came to bear on her. At the last word, something underneath Voldemort erupted, and both he and Ginny were flung into the air as fireworks, of all things, flew about them. Harry summoned Ginny to himself, and ducked under her as she sailed over his head to land behind him. He started up another barrage of curses on the Dark Lord, who had quickly regained his bearings.

Ginny was soon at his side, casting curses as quickly as she could at Voldemort. Grateful as he was for the distraction that had allowed him to continue fighting, he then found himself protecting Ginny as well, who had little experience or know how for dealing with the curses that were flying about them.

Harry could see that Voldemort had started favoring his left side after the explosion, and had started taking advantage of the weakness. Not that Harry wasn't still injured, the injuries he had sustained moments before were bleeding freely, and his broken leg made dodging curses difficult. His body still had more power and stamina than any ordinary human, but Voldemort's new body was clearly powerful as well, and if their duel came down to a battle of endurance, Harry wasn't sure who would win. He wished that he had his wand.

IIIIIII

Sirius was fuming as he watched the duel play out below. They were outside the wards of the school, but he couldn't apparate down to the battle, Nol said he couldn't even beam him down. Something Harry had done when the Libertas arrived. He felt completely useless. The Libertas kept circling, kept firing plasma bolts around the clearing, still drew fire from the people below, but Sirius had nothing to do.

"Curious," said Nol.

"What's curious?" asked Sirius as he watched Harry lurch to the side to avoid a curse.

"Several of the combatants below have stopped firing on the ship, but they have not joined Voldemort in his fight, they are just watching."

"They have orders not to interfere," Sirius said suddenly, comprehension dawning. "We aren't providing a distraction at all. Quick land the ship, and open the hatch."

"They may not be stepping in to the duel, but I doubt that they will stand aside and let you step in either. You will be greatly outmatched."

"I can't not," Sirius said. "Now land this ship, before I figure it out for myself."

Nol nodded, manipulating the controls. As the ship landed, Nol ran out of the room and came back a moment later, handing Sirius a Tollan stun weapon.

"They are difficult to shield against," he explained. "You can shoot with this, and shield with your wand."

Sirius nodded his thanks and headed out of the room. A tone from the computer the only indication that they had landed.

IIIIII

Harry stopped firing at Voldemort. One hand used for defense, he used his other to start creating an energy field just behind and to the left of Voldemort. The effects not visible, it would look to an observer as though he was no longer able to keep up an offense. Ginny had long since expended most of her energy, and the spells she fired at Voldemort were weakened and less frequent. Voldemort himself seemed to think that victory was close at hand. He cast faster now, no longer encumbered by his need to defend from Harry.

Harry was alarmed when he realized that the Libertas was landing just to the side of the bowl of earth. Sirius couldn't be thinking of facing all of those Death Eaters himself, could he? He finished the energy field behind Voldemort, and got ready to make his move.

It became clear that Voldemort thought that he had won the fight. Stopping the barrage of spells, Voldemort seemed to gather himself and, smiling cruelly, he cast a powerful spell. From his wand spewed fiend fire. Once released, the inferno seemed to have a mind of its own and it streamed forward towards Harry, who had nowhere to go, trapped as he was in his enclosure.

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Sirius found himself under heavy fire the moment he left the ship. It was all he could do to deflect what came his way. It was a good thing that all he had to do with the Tollan stun weapon was aim and shoot, but he barely had time to do more than keep himself from being killed.

Suddenly, everyone in the clearing was distracted when a bright light lit up the night. Sirius turned to where Harry was dueling with Voldemort and was alarmed to see fiend fire engulf the area where Harry was. He started running forward, casting a shield to cover his back, while he fired the stun weapon at Voldemort. The Dark Lord merely turned and sent a sickly purple spell at him. He dove to the right to avoid it, and came up to take another one to his chest. He was thrust backwards, and he felt a sickening crunch as several of his ribs broke. Lying on the ground, barely able to breath, he was forgotten as all eyes turned to the fiery inferno.

Eventually, Voldemort thrust out his wand and dissipated the fire. Sirius closed his eyes when he saw that nothing remained where his Godson had stood.

"The-Boy-Who- Lived is Dead!" he heard cried out.

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Sidestepping next to Ginny, he formed a shield around the both of them, while he dragged Ginny to the side where they both crouched down so Harry could minimize the size of the shield. The shield withstood the fire, and the fire hid them from view. Harry turned himself and Ginny invisible and waited. While he waited for Voldemort to clear the fire to witness his victory, Harry worried about Sirius, who was out there alone. Moments passed, and both Harry and Ginny caught their breath as the fire raged around them. When Harry saw the fire start to dissipate, he prepared to release the shield while he used his energy to rapidly cool the air outside the shield. As far as Voldemort could tell, Harry and Ginny had been incinerated by the fire.

Voldemort threw back his head and cackled. "The Boy-Who-Lived is dead!" he called out, turning himself to his followers.

Harry prepared himself, he would have to angle everything carefully. He started gathering his power, preparing a massive spell. Perhaps sensing the energy coming from behind him, Voldemort turned back around. Still invisible, Harry released the powerful spell. Surprised, Voldemort faced towards where the spell had come from, not bothering to sidestep or shield from the bolt he could easily tell was going to miss him. As Harry had planned though, when the spell bounced off of the energy field he had erected, Voldemort had no time to dodge or shield from the spell that came at him from just three feet behind him.

The spell that struck Voldemort tore a hole through the wizard's lower back as he was propelled forward. Harry wasted no time in firing several more spells at Voldemort, mangling his arms, and binding him tightly. He would have preferred to have Voldemort conscious for what he was about to do, but he couldn't allow any possibility of escape. Several powerful stunners left him dead to the world. Harry made himself visible again.

"Who else wants to die today?" he asked the assembled Death Eaters, who were staring in shock at Harry. He really didn't feel up to more dueling.

Crouch started racing towards his master with a cry of rage. Harry prepared himself to battle Crouch, when the man was struck from behind. Harry's eyes found the wizard who had fired and felt a panic when he realized that it was Sirius. Lying sprawled on the ground, looking barely conscious, he still had a Tollan stun weapon pointed at where Crouch lay on the ground.

"He can't face us all," said one of the Death Eaters.

Suddenly, into the clearing flew a dozen people; some on broomstick, and some on thestrals. Harry thought he saw the other Champions, he definitely saw Dumbledore, as well as some witches and wizards in Auror robes. A pitched battle started, but Harry had something more important to see to.

Harry summoned Voldemort's body, it flew through the air and impacted the wards of Hogwarts, looking as though it had struck a pane of glass, before it fell to the ground. Harry wasted no time in walking up to the fallen Dark Lord. Ginny followed behind him.

"Ginny I need you to go over there and levitate my Godfather over here while I deal with Voldemort," he said.

Ginny looked at Harry with a conflicted look on her face before turning back to Voldemort, hatred smoldering in her eyes. She obviously felt a need to see what Harry was going to do to Voldemort, but she turned and ran towards Sirius.

Standing right at the end of his tether, he stood almost directly over Voldemort. He set a proximity alarm before he got to work. He held out his hands and closed his eyes. Working with subspace was incredibly difficult. Harry's mind fell back into his computer, and he accessed the data he had been working on concerning subspace. The energy matrix he needed was complicated, too complex to create without being able to see it's complexity in his minds eye. He focused on the matrix for a moment before he held a hand out, palm down, over Voldemort's chest. He created a portal directly over Voldemort's center mass. It wasn't physical, matter couldn't pass through, but his energy could. He linked the portal to Voldemort's body, and through the body, he had something of a window to the man's soul.

Ginny arrived back, Sirius floating behind her, and stopped to stare at what Harry was doing. Focusing on what he had derived from Merlin's notes, he released a blast of energy through the portal into subspace. There was no flash of light, Voldemort didn't start convulsing, nothing visible happened really; Voldemort was just dead, his soul had been destroyed. Harry felt for a moment as though he had been released from a burden, and he wondered if the Horcrux within himself had been destroyed along with the soul that it had anchored. Nol would be able to tell him later.

Harry held his hand close to Voldemort's head. Mimicking a healing device, he delved the body. It still lived, like a victim of a Dementor's Kiss, the body of a soulless being still functioned, but there was absolutely no higher function in the brain. Harry forced the heart to stop.

Harry spared a glance to where the Death Eaters where fighting those who had come to rescue him. Stuck where he was, there wasn't much he could do. He knelt down next to Sirius, and started healing him.

"Is that it?" asked Ginny. "Is he dead?"

"He's dead," Harry said, talking while he healed. "It's what you said about the Diary; that was a piece of Voldemort's soul, there were several. He broke them off to anchor himself to our reality. The process destabilized his soul, made it easier for me to destroy it just now. He's gone Ginny."

Ginny was silent for a moment. "I should go help them."

"You should stay right here," Harry said firmly. "You aren't bad slinging hexes around, and you definitely intervened at a very opportune moment there. But after that, I expended quite a bit of energy keeping you alive. Though perhaps..."

There were still a good number of Death Eaters still fighting. Dumbledore was certainly making quick work of anyone who found themselves in front of his wand, but those who had come to his aid had arrived outmatched two to one.

Harry cast an illusion on himself, and he seemed to grow to twice his height and, greatly amplifying his own voice, and mimicking the affect a symbiote had on it's hosts voice, he called out.

"Voldemort is dead. Cast down your wands and surrender or face my wrath." He held out his hand towards one Death Eater who hadn't let himself be distracted by Harry's words, and the ground at the man's feet suddenly erupted sending the man into the air.

Most of the Death Eaters surrendered at that point, and Harry watched as the last couple of Death Eaters were incapacitated. It wasn't bad for a day's work.

A/N: When I started this project, I had originally thought that I would take it through to the end. That Harry would go through all three tasks. But the more I wrote it, the more I realized that this Harry couldn't have been contained that long,. I also didn't want the investigation of the champions to be completely useless, which they would have been if they hadn't managed to uncover Moody before the end of the tournament. Even before I realized that I would be ending it here, I had started writing the buildup to the end. So here it is, there'll be one or two more chapters left to write, and I'm happy to say that I will have time to write them now. But do not fear that the end of Isis' Bane will be the end of our time together. While I will no longer be writing for althor42, you can catch my future writings under The Lord of Chaos, and althor42 is still writing one of my favorite stories, The Horcrux Within. I hope to write a one shot before I go to bootcamp, but then there will be a considerable amount of time before I will start posting regularly. After bootcamp, I will have job training for five months, and then language training for about a year. So all told, I will be very busy for quite some time to come. But I have about a dozen stories churning around in here, that all want to come out. So if you're interested, you might want to add me to your author alerts. I hope to see all of my faithful reviewers again when I start writing once more after my training gets to a point where I will have time to write now and then. The next chapter of Goblet of Fire shouldn't be too long of a wait.

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