Harry stood at the gates to Hogwarts, Mira on one side and Draco on the other. Hermione was next to Draco and Loretta and Torrance were next to Mira. The werewolves, vampires and centaurs were lined up in factions behind Harry, in that order from left to right. "Come out Voldemort and face us. Do not hide in this hollow bastion but fight me."
There were many cracks as the sun set behind the forbidden forest. A sea of white masks and black cloaks appeared as the darkness of night set in.
"So you have come at last Pheonix," Voldemort hissed, his voice high and cold. "Flown from hiding to avenge your past?"
"Risen from ashes to destroy you," was Harry's reply.
The gates fell open, falling forward off their hinges and landing at Harry's feet, "Then sign your death warrant and enter. Your tears will not save you oh deluded wonder," Voldemort sneered as he removed his mask to reveal a face that so white there was hardly any point in removing his mask.
Harry did not step forward, no one moved.
Voldemort bowed, Harry did so too, both turned and walked three paces and then spells flew and everything moved.
The werewolves charged, the full moon shone out from behind clouds and with rips and howls they transformed. Going for the throats of those in the masks. The vampires surged forward, aiding their magical brethren and snapping the necks of the death eaters like twigs and draining them of blood in seconds. The centaurs charged forwards and trampled them underfoot, their magical creature properties protecting them from most spells.
Hermione, Draco, Mira, Torrance and Loretta found themselves each engaging at least two members of what remained of Voldemort's inner circle. Harry was facing Voldemort.
A red curse flew past his cheek and Harry saw locks of his hair fall form his hood.
"I like to see the face of those whom I kill boy," Voldemort sneered, "remove your mask as I have removed mine or face the imperious curse."
High cold laughter met Harry's ears as Voldemort sent spell after spell at him. Harry moved quickly, using his wind ability to lighten his feet. He dodged each spell and when close enough did a handspring, kicking Voldemort's wand from his hand before wrapping his leg's around the pale man's throat and using his momentum to throw the body a good twelve feet.
Voldemort picked himself up, "A wizard's duel has no contact boy. I should win by default."
"Since when did you play fair," Harry sneered, he charged forward again thrusting his wand in front of him and sending out many spells in quick succession.
Voldemort shielded them all and sent a bright green curse Harry knew all too well his way. It his him square in the chest and Harry was hurled backwards, tumbling through the air and landed a hundred yards away on his side with his back to Voldemort.
"Harry," Mira and Hermione screamed at the same time, both having taken down their assailants. The death eaters that still battled the magical creatures that had followed Harry there stopped and looked.
Voldemort's eyes twinkled and he threw his head back in laughter, "Ha, so ends the last of the light, now I shall know the face of the one that so challenged the great Emperor Voldemort."
A summoning charm brought the cloak to his and another spell rolled Harry over.
Voldemort's gaze faltered, "Potter," he hissed, "the prophesised saviours is dead. May word spread across the land that I, Emperor Voldemort had destroyed the last of the…"
The words chocked in his throat as the life left him.
Those who had been watching Harry's dead body gasped sharply.
Harry's eyes snapped open, glowing an eerie shade of green. His scar burned and blood trickled from it as Harry charged forward in the midst of Voldemort's speech.
"Arvada Kedavra," he had yelled as charged green balls appeared at his hands. These balls grew larger as he ran towards Voldemort who still had not seen him.
Once at close range Harry thrust his hands forward, the green light flowing into Voldemort and stopping him mid sentence.
Blood red eyes rolled down to gaze at the panting, but alive face, of Harry Potter, the saviour, the prophesised one, the boy who lived…the man who had killed him.
Those remaining of the Death Eater's disappeared and Harry stood their panting, his arms still thrust forwards, his knees bent. Then the adrenalin lost its effect and Harry fell to his knees, his arms hanging limply at his sides and his hair covering his closed eyes as a tear fell from them to his knees.
The skies opened then, dark clouds obscured the moon and rain fell in torrents. The heaven's cried their victory and Harry cried his loss.
Hermione ran to Harry's kneeling form and threw her arms around him, "Harry," tears were streaming down her face, "You've saved us all."
"No," Harry chocked, "I condemned you in the first place."
"Harry, you cannot hold yourself responsible for everyone," Draco insisted, coming to kneel at Harry's side.
"But if I had been more prepared, if I'd realised…"
"Stop it Harry," Hermione said firmly, holding the boy close to her, "We've come too far."
"I have to fix this," Harry moved himself from Hermione's grip and stood up. Hermione and Draco both scrambled to their feet.
"You mean you'd go back and put yourself through all this again?" Draco asked in wonder, "For people that never cared?"
"No, not for them," Harry replied, "For Michael…for Severus," Harry let out another chocked sob, the salt in his tears drying on the mud on his face. "I defeated him now, if I go back I should be able to defeat him then," Harry said, he sounded more firm now, confident.
"And you my lady?" Mira turned to look at Loretta.
"Someone's got to make sure he doesn't get himself into too much trouble," Mira replied grinning. Loretta and Torrance looked worried, "Don't worry guys, I promise…this time…I'll come home." Mira smiled.
"And what of you?" Harry asked looking at Hermione and Draco, stood together. "You can come back to, live a better life," Harry said looking at them.
Hermione sensed what he was really asking, "Don't worry Harry, we'll be waiting for you when you get back."
"And besides, someone's got to clean up this mess," Draco winked.
Harry grinned, actually grinned, for the first time in months.
"Ready to go Harry?" Mira asked, she was beside him now, the time turner they had used four years ago laying in her hands.
Harry nodded and Mira slung the golden chain around their necks. "Goodbye everyone!" Harry and Mira said together waving as they were pulled back through time to the day after they had left.
Once Harry and Mira had got there bearings Harry said, "We have to be quick, he'll be at Hogwarts by now."
"Right!"
With that the two transfigured a couple of splinters into a pair of broomsticks and made their way, as fast as they could out of the Ministry, to Hogwarts where a battle was already raging.
---Knock turn Alley---
"What are these?" Hermione asked looked at Draco who had handed a staff to her and a bow to Michael, he himself was sporting a sword.
"Weapons from old dark families," Draco replied, "they will respond to power and authority, a coward cannot wield these items."
"But why do we need them?" Michael asked.
"Because they also allow the transfer of power and I believe that they will be needed," Draco replied, "but come, we must hurry back to Hogwarts."
"Go back," Hermione gasped, "but I thought we were going to look for Harry.
Draco winked at her, "No need."
"He's right," Michael said suddenly, all of his hair standing on end as lightning crackled around his fingertips, "Harry is at Hogwarts and so is Voldemort. We have to hurry."
---Hogwarts---
"So this is she that you would send out to defeat me Dumbledore," Voldemort sneered as he held up Elizabeth by the scruff of her robes. She kicked and sobbed and begged for her life. Lily and James could only watch and Dumbledore looked on in furry.
"A child," he threw her to the ground, "watch closely Dumbledore, your last hope is about to die."
The green spell flew from Voldemort's wand and dirt flew up to form a two metre wide crater where the girl had been.
"Elizabeth!" Lily cried desperately as tears peaked at the corners of her eyes.
"Now Dumbledore, since both those in question have been disposed off it's your…"
"As much as I'd love to see that meddling old fool suffer, it will be at my hands."
Everyone looked up.
"What the?" Voldemort yelled up at the two figures on broomsticks. Elizabeth was clinging to the female one and the other, apparently male was hidden beneath a cloak, a black cloak, and the one that Voldemort himself was wearing right now.
The cloaked figure then stood up on the broom and did an impressive flip off of it to land perfectly on two feet and drop into a graceful bow. "What's the matter Voldemort, you didn't think it would be this easy to take down Hogwarts did you?"
"Get out of my way boy," Voldemort sneered.
"I don't think so," Harry replied smugly crossing his arms and leaning casually on one foot.
"I know that voice," Lucius Malfoy stepped out from the flock of Death Eaters, "Rafael Stevens, Harry Potter."
"Ahh," Voldemort sighed happily grinning and beckoning for another to come forward. Severus Snape came forth, his face pained. Harry's face lit up beneath his hood. The face he had missed for, to him what had been 7 years but to them had only been a day.
"Time to prove your loyalty Severus, show me your loyal and kill this boy that would choose not light nor dark," Voldemort urged the potions master.
"Master I," Severus faltered.
"You'd kill a boy? How low can you sink?" James snapped at him.
"You have no right to my defence," Harry sneered reaching up to remove his hood, "stand aside Severus."
The hood came down and several people gasped. It was Harry alright, black hair, green eyes and lightning scar but he was older. His face had aged, their was a scar on his cheek, his eyes were a brighter green and his hair was longer. Tied with an emerald ribbon at the base of his neck.
"Stevens? Potter…is that you?"
Harry looked over his shoulder at Draco, Hermione and Michael who had shouldered their way through the crowd and gave them a thumbs up, "You were expecting someone else."
Harry then did a back flip to avoid a spell fired by Severus Snape. The man was doing his best to fight the imperious curse but Voldemort was controlling him.
"Release him you bastard," Harry shouted, his fists clenching and his right hand closing around his wand.
"And give up my best weapon against you, I think not, Severus attack," Voldemort sneered and with that Severus sent a jet of green light Harry's way.
Harry dodged it and ran towards Severus, "Forgive me," he murmured as his fist slammed into Severus' face knocking the man out cold and leaving no consciousness for Voldemort to control.
The white-faced man that would talk to snakes roared his anger and fired spell after spell at Harry. Harry could not move because Severus was behind him, moving would leave the potion's master vulnerable.
"Harry go!" Harry looked beside him to see Mira erecting a shield around herself and Severus, "I'll keep him safe."
Harry nodded and charged forward, firing curses and counter curses at Voldemort who did the same. Voldemort's wand sent out nothing but green light and Harry was having a hard time dodging them all. He had not fully recovered from his previous encounter but he was much more powerful in comparison to this Voldemort. Even so, that didn't stop the fact that Harry's first defeat of Emperor Voldemort had been done using an energy he not realised he possessed. He was tempted to let himself be hit by the killing curse one more time to try and trigger it again but he couldn't.
The first time he had nothing to loose, this time he could loose everything.
A curse hit him square in the chest, which sent him flying backwards, several feet just as one of his hit Voldemort square in the chest sending him flying. Harry moved again and fired a spell…only nothing left his wand, he tried again and then without his wand. Nothing happened.
"You dirty bastard, a magic binding spell," Harry shouted as he pocketed his wand, it would be no good to him now.
Voldemort chuckled amidst the triumphant roar of his supporters, so many familiar faces that Harry remembered seeing begging for their lives.
In any other circumstance Harry would have searched within himself to find the lock that bound his magic and break it but there was no time for such things. He charged and once at close range began pounding Voldemort with his fist and kicks, that was until Voldemort punched him back and gained enough wits to send Harry hurtling back through the air a dozen or so feet with his wand.
Harry pushed himself up with his left hand; his right was dangling at an odd angle. This wasn't as easy as he thought it might be and he now had a broken wrist. Apparently Voldemort had become complacent with power but this one was still bent on achieving world domination, he was fast. Harry then sent forth wind and flame but both rebounded off an invisible shield and with a cruel, high pitched laugh Voldemort tossed back his bald head and held up a pendant.
"I know full well off your impressive elemental abilities Mr Potter. Join me and I might let you live," Voldemort sneered.
Harry looked at him with wide eyes, no magic, no elements. What could he do.
"Harry!"
Harry looked at Draco.
"You can do it," Hermione yelled as she held up a silver and blue staff.
"Kill him brother," Michael shouted as he held up a yellow bow.
"Destroy the bastard," Draco held up a sword, ruby gems in a gold hilt.
A silver hilted dagger appeared in his good hand, emerald gleamed up at him and he knew what it was.
"To Harry," Draco called out and from the sword a silver beam flew straights towards the dagger. It glowed as it made a connection and Harry realised that Draco was pouring his magic into the dagger, into him.
"Harry!" Hermione and Michael called out at the same time and their magic flew to him also. Voldemort could only watch as light beam after light beam came from the hearts of the light into Harry.
Harry's eyes glowed green, his aura pulsed, his scar and bled and he charged. The familiar warmth in his hand flooded his senses as an ever increasing ball of green formed around the dagger, weaving itself around it like an invisible poison. The binding on Harry's magic snapped, the pendant around Voldemort's neck cracked and he found himself rooted to the spot as the dagger drove home into his still beating heart.
The Arvada Kedavra poured from the dagger in to the blood of the Dark Lord and with a blood curdling scream his body crumpled to ashes leaving a spotlessly clean knife and a panting Harry.
The Death Eaters tried to escape but they had no chance. The Aurors moved forward and trapped them within a non-apparating, non-protkeying bubble. Harry tried his best to stay awake, tried to focus on the voices calling his name but it was two much. His eyes slipped closed and the acid green Auror that everyone but Harry had seen engulf him faded away up into the night.
As Harry began to fall Mira sprinted forwards, catching him from behind and supporting him under the arms. "I swear," she muttered, "you are going on a diet."
"Let me," she looked over to see Severus Snape standing next to her. She smiled and nodded and with that Severus flung one of Harry's arm around his neck and then pulled the man's weight onto him. Without another word, and followed by Mira, Draco, Hermione and Michael, Severus Snape carrying the now famous hero Harry Potter, Severus made his way up to the castle.
Two chapters in one day, god you people are lucky bastards aren't you? 5 reviews people, 5!!!
Anyway, one more chapter to go I think and I'm so getting better at writing fight scenes no?