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***HP

Tony didn't want to release his son's arm despite him wanting his hands free incase of an attack. He had his son in his grasp once and lost him, he wasn't going to lose him again. He was so tired of good wizards who were really bad, and bad wizards who were now good, he just wanted to get far away from them and lock his son up in the highest room at Stark Tower so no one could ever hurt him, or steal him from him again. He was going to go full Mother Gothel on his son's ass when he got home.

Letting his magic flood the area in warning, Loki took a step towards the newly resurrected Dark Lord. He had gotten a glimpse of the man when he had slipped into his mage's head and accessed some of his memories. This man was not the same man from Harry's memories, that man had been more monster than human. Yes, there was a darkness in this man, but also power and determination. He wasn't as magically powerful as his mage, but he was the most powerful Midgard magic user he has encountered thus far. This wizard was not to be taken lightly.

"You said that my mage's blood restored your sanity?" Loki asked silkily.

"My sanity and my body." Voldemort admitted, staring the god in the eyes. He wasn't going to back down from the god, he cowered from no one. He could feel the god's magic thick and dangerous in the air, it was the most power he has ever felt, but he wasn't going to allow the god to intimidate him.

"It's very curious that my blood accepted your human body." Loki said thoughtfully. "You are either very lucky, or mother magic has a job for you to do."

"Wait a second!" Tony cried. "Are we just going to ignore the fact that this is the bastard that has been trying to kill my son since before he was born and that not two months ago he tortured my son so badly that his hands shook uncontrollably?"

Loki shook his head. "This is not the wizard who tortured your son, that man was crazed and soulless. This man is a true dark wizard, but he is no longer insane. I don't know what rituals he performed that turned him into that foul creature, but Harry's blood, my blood, repaired the damage he had caused himself."

"So that means that we're all best friends now?" Tony cried in outrage. "Should I invite him over for movies and popcorn? How about a Christmas card, should I add his name to the holiday mailing list?"

"Dad, please." Harry whimpered. "You don't understand magic. Voldemort isn't a good guy, but he also isn't an evil Dark Lord hell bent on killing all muggles and taking over the world any more. Like with me, Dumbledore messed with his head and destroyed his life. He had had some really great ideas for the Wizarding World, ones that would have guaranteed no muggle born children would be abused by their parents, but Dumbledore had blocked his way and turned the Ministry against him."

"Harry, I can't let him get away with what he did to you. I can't let him get away with killing James."

"Well, you're going to have to." Harry said firmly. "I don't want anymore fighting. I'm done! You can either choose me, or chose vengeance and revenge. Are you going to be like my dad James and my godfather and choose fighting and revenge, or are you going to be the first person ever to choose me?"

"I choose you." Tony said passionately without having to think about it. "I will always choose you, kiddo."

Harry didn't realize that he had been holding his breath until his dad said those words and all the trapped air came rushing out of his lungs. It actually made him feel feint and weak in the knees. No one had ever chosen him.

Tony easily supported his son's weight when he leaned into him. It broke his heart that Harry had feared that he would choose revenge over him. "Hey, it's going to be okay, kiddo. Let's just get the rest of the team and go home."

"I would like that." Harry said tiredly.

Loki looked between his mage and the dark wizard. He knew that Harry was physically and emotionally exhausted, but things had to be settled here before they could return to New York. He couldn't leave while the old man was still a danger to Harry.

"You want me to return to Hogwarts with you to kill Dumbledore now, don't you?" Voldemort asked calmly as though he had been reading Loki's thoughts.

"I could easily kill him, but..."

"No!" Voldemort interrupted. "This needs to be finished. Dumbledore is mine."

Loki had assumed as much. He would have had no problem killing the old fool, but that would have brought Odin down on him. He was still under the watchful eye of the All Father and he really didn't want to bring attention to Harry. Right now it was better that Odin didn't know of his existence.

"I'm going with you, boss." Fenrir said stepping up. "I wouldn't want to miss this for anything."

Tony loudly cleared his throat. "Just one little bit of business before we go. I admit that as a muggle I know nothing of how magical vows work, but if you ever attempt to hurt or kill my son again, I will blast you into a million pieces. Here's a little example if you don't believe me." Raising his arm, he fired at a large tree at the edge of the cemetery.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, impressed when the tree exploded into nothing but splinters. He knew that muggles had dangerous weapons, but he had never seen anything like the man's metal suit before. This was why he wanted a complete separation from the muggle world. Muggles greatly outnumbered them and their technology was far superior than their magic. It wouldn't take much for the muggles to wipe them completely out.

***HP

Minerva angrily thrust a goblet of water towards the still dazed Headmaster. "I just don't know you anymore, Albus, how could you do that to Harry? He's just a boy, a baby, he doesn't stand a chance again You-Know-Who."

Glaring at the medi-witch, Dumbledore rubbed at his throbbing jaw. He couldn't believe that Poppy refused to heal his jaw. She actually had the nerve to say that he deserved it after she learned about what he did to Harry.

"Minerva, I know that you don't agree with me, but the prophecy has to be fulfilled. Harry is the only one who can save us from Voldemort."

"And here I was hoping that punch had knocked some sense into you." Clint grumbled.

"Hulk smash now!" The Hulk asked hopefully.

Closing his eyes, Clint shook his head in exasperation. "Look, big guy, isn't Bruce ready to come out and play."

"No!" The Hulk pouted. "Must save Harry boy. And smash!" He added with a wicked grin.

"Are you sure he's safe?" Sirius asked wearily as he stared at the green giant.

"He's a big, ole puppy dog." Clint smirked. "Why don't you try giving him a hug?"

Shaking his head, Sirius quickly took he few steps backwards. "Why is he green?"

"Why you stupid." Hulk growled as he clenched his giant fist.

"Dude, really?" Clint chuckled. "He's going to kill you. The Hulk is about as safe as Natasha on when she's on her period."

Chuckling, Clint easily ducked the heavy plate that was thrown at his head. "Just kidding, Nat, you know that I love you."

Steve sent of a prayer up that the rest of the team and Harry returned soon. A bored Clint and Hulk were never a good thing. He was actually surprised that they had managed to keep the Hulk contained for this long.

"I'm finished, old man." Severus stated as he glared angrily at Dumbledore. "All these years I have remained here just to watch over Potter and to fulfill my promise to Lily, but you never planned for Harry to survive, did you?"

Dumbledore looked sadly at his potions master. "I never planned for him to die, just to fulfill his destiny. He was chosen to defeat Voldemort, just as I was chosen to defeat Grindewald. It's a heavy burden, one I wish Harry didn't have to carry, but alas he must. If he dies, he will die a hero and save thousands of lives."

"Can I smash him?" Clint asked Steve hopefully. "The old fool is freaking deranged."

Minerva sadly shook her head. "All these years you have been grooming him. You knew that his relatives were abusing him, didn't you?"

Dumbledore lowered his eyes to the floor. "I did what had to be done. It's not always easy being me. I have to make the decisions and do the things that no one else wants to do. Young Harry needed to be willing to sacrifice himself when the time came. A happy, well loved young man wouldn't willingly walk to his death, but a broken boy who was given just the right amount of love at the right time would be willing to sacrifice himself for the people and for the world that showed him his first taste of kindness. It sounds cruel, but it had to be done."

"It had to be done!" Natasha raged. "That boy was raped when he was only six years old. At the age of eight he took a razor blade to his wrists and tried to kill himself. His body was so beat down and broken from years of abuse and starvation that if it hadn't been for Loki healing him, he wouldn't have lived to see adulthood. He killed himself! He cut so deep into his wrists that he bled out in front of us and there was nothing that we could do. Again, if it hadn't been for Loki healing him, he would be dead."

Steve pulled Natasha into his arms when she broke down crying. It was very rare for Natasha to show this side of herself, she never cried in front of them. "You thought you were creating a soldier that would do your bidding without question, but Harry knew all along what you were up to. What you did create was a young wizard so scared and hateful of his magic that he begged Loki to take it away from him when he first met him."

"You were also wrong in thinking that he would give his life for this world and the people in it. They may have given him a taste of love and affection, but they also abandoned him for ten years. Why they were celebrating the first downfall of Voldemort, he was scared, alone, locked in a cupboard and mourning the loss of his parents. Why would he sacrifice himself for people that tossed him away?

"Harry isn't stupid, he saw right through you. He knew all along that you were using him and he was never going to fight your Dark Lord. You had your plans, and Harry had his. He was going to let the Dark Lord kill him.

"No!" Dumbledore gasped. "He wouldn't have. Every time I arranged a confrontation between the two of them, Harry always fought bravely and with everything he had in him."

"That's because there was always someone there with me." Harry said as he came striding into the hall looking exhausted, yet determined. "First year I had Ron and Hermione with me. They were good and innocent and they didn't deserve to die just because I was fucked up. You have no idea how hard it was standing up to Quirrellmort when all I wanted to do was beg for him to end my misery."

"Second year." Harry continued. "I couldn't let Tom Riddle kill Ginny. I was already in love with Fred and George and Ginny was their little sister. I was actually upset when Fawks healed the basilisk bite, I felt cheated out of a quick and epic death. Lots of people commit suicide, but how many people die fighting a basilisk? That would have been wicked."

"No, it wouldn't have." Tony grumbled behind his son.

"This year was the hardest though." Harry said solemnly. "There were so many ways I could have died, it was almost too easy. I could have been eaten by dragons or set on fire, but neither of those deaths sounded all that appealing to me, especially the being chewed on part. I could have easily have drowned in the second task seeing as I can't swim and I'm terrified of water. There was also the grindelows and the merpeople, they had wicked sharp spears. I actually seriously considered pissing them off, but I knew that Ron needed me. Then there was the last task. I was so close to death then that I could almost taste it. I wanted it so bad, but I couldn't leave Cedric's body where his parents would never be able to find it. Cedric was kind and loyal, he wouldn't have left my body to rot if I had been the one to die"

"Don't you see." Dumbledore said getting to his feet, his eyes gleaming triumphantly. "You care so deeply that you were willing to sacrifice the death you longed for in all those instances to save your friends. All you have to do is face Voldemort and all your pain and suffering will be over. You will be granted what you most desire."

"You did not just suggest to my fourteen year old son that he commit suicide by allowing your Dark Lord to kill him." Tony raged. Voldemort had yet to enter the Great Hall, his son had wanted to confront his old Headmaster first before the shit hit the fan.

"It's only suicide if he refuses to fight back." Dumbledore pointed out smugly. "Harry is powerful and I believe that he can win."

"I'm not fighting Voldemort and I'm not just going to stand there and let him kill me. I may have longed for death just two months ago, but not anymore. The only death I long for now is yours."

Harry jumped when a loud booming laugh came from behind him. "Ha! Harry boy smash old man."

"Whoa!" Harry gasped when he got his first real look at the Hulk. How had he missed him when he first entered the Great Hall? The Hulk was so big that his head was almost brushing the ceiling, and the Great Hall had an extremely high ceiling. He had just been so focused on Dumbledore that he had missed the large green monster in the back of the hall.

Clint's jaw almost hit the ground when the Hulk gave Harry a scary as all hell smile and waved at him. "Hulk and Harry boy smash?" The Hulk asked hopefully.

Harry could not believe that sweet and somewhat shy Bruce turned into this. Forgetting Dumbledore and ignoring his dad's frantic calls, he slowly made his way towards the Hulk. "Wow, I bet you can smash real good with those giant hands?"

Grinning, the Hulk raised his fists in the air and swung them. "Hulk strong."

"Harry, get back here." Tony hissed in an urgent whisper.

For some reason, Harry wasn't scared of the Hulk. Normally large men with big hands terrified him, but there was just something about the Hulk that called to him. "I was hoping to meet you one day."

"Harry...my boy." Hulk said gruffly as he gently stroked Harry's cheek with his massive finger.

Grinning, Harry reached out and gripped Hulk's finger. "And you're my Hulk. Thank you for keeping Bruce safe. I need both you and Bruce."

The Hulk shrugged his shoulders. "Bruce no fun and no smash. Hulk smash."

"Maybe someday you can teach me how to smash?"

The Hulk puffed his chest out proudly. "Hulk smash best."

Smirking, Harry looked over to where Loki was watching him and the Hulk. "I heard you smashed Loki."

The Hulk threw his head back laughing. "Puny god. Hulk smash good."

Harry started laughing. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Hulk, but I have to go deal with Dumbledore so we can go home."

"Harry smash Dumbleman?"

"Maybe." Harry grinned. Turning back around, Harry finally took in everyone that was in the hall. He had expected to see the Avengers and the twins, but he was surprised to see Sirius, Remus, and Madam Pomfrey. Fenrir being here was going to go over great with Remus,,,not!

"I can't believe that he didn't smash you." A pale face Clint said.

Harry smiled back at the Hulk who was currently entertaining himself by poking at one of the moving pictures. That must have been what he was doing when he first got here. "I don't know. I just feel a connection with him. I love Bruce and I know that he would never hurt me, and Hulk is part of Bruce."

"Kiddo, you just shaved five more years off my life." Tony said shakily.

"Sorry." Harry grinned. Turning his attention back to Dumbledore, he was just getting ready to say something, when there was a loud bang and Hagrid came racing into the Hall with his crossbow in his hands.

"Wha' goin' on in 'ere?" Hagrid bellowed loudly as he took in all the strange people in the Great Hall. "Blimey!" He said as the crossbow slipped from his finger and fell onto the stone floor. "Yeh sure are a biggin." He said, staring at the Hulk with big eyes. "Ain' never seen a green giant, I haven'. Yeh mus' be par' troll."

"Uh, Hagrid, the Hulk isn't very friendly." Harry warned knowing Hagrid's love for giant creatures.

"'E's a beauty 'e is." Hagrid said affectionately. "And blimey, 'e's even go' hair on top of 'is wee 'head, 'e does. Trolls don' 'ave hair."

Harry was having a hard not time not laughing like Fred and George. "Hagrid, Hulk isn't a giant or a troll, he's one of a kind and he doesn't like to be messed with."

"Go' a temper does 'e." Hagrid asked fondly. "Bless 'is wee 'eart. The bigger they 're, the grumpier they 're."

"What is with this guy?" Clint asked as he busted out laughing.

Hulk frowned down at the large, hairy person. "Hulk smash!" He roared hoping to frighten the man off.

With a large grin on his face, Hagrid placed his hand over his heart. "Smar' feller isn' 'e. Look at 'im talkin' like a big boy."

"I-I can't take this." George howled.

"I think Hagrid's in love." Fred huffed breathlessly as he laughed.

"Hagrid, Harry and I are in the middle of a very important conversation." Dumbledore scolded gently.

"Sorry." Hagrid said bashfully.

"Actually we're not. I'm done, Headmaster. I'm just came back to say my peace. You dropped me in the middle of Voldemort's territory hoping that we would fight, that we would kill each other, but that's not what happened at all. Voldemort and I not only came to an agreement, but we also made a binding vow on our magic to not fight each other. You lost!"

"No!" Dumbledore roared. "No, you must fulfill the prophecy."

Everyone turned when the Great Hall doors opened up and Voldemort came striding in looking as if he owned the place. "Ooooo, this is getting good." Clint said as he rubbed his hands together.

Remus gasped when his eyes landed on the man behind Voldemort. "Fenrir!" He murmured fearfully.

Fenrir eyes softened when he spotted his pup, but then they quickly filled with sadness. His boy looked so sickly. Fighting his wolf and taking that poison to control his wolf on the full moons was killing him. Remus looked so old and frail, he didn't have too many full moons left before his body gave out on him.

Dumbledore raised his wand at Voldemort, but his eyes were on Harry. "What did you do, Harry?"

"I decided that I no longer wanted to die. I made a deal with Voldemort, he can have this damn world as long as he leaves me alone. I'm leaving here and never returning."

"Harry, he killed James and Lily!" Sirius cried in both shock and disgust. "How could you?"

Harry tried to hide the hurt that Sirius' words caused him, but he knew that he had failed when he heard his father hissing angrily next to him. He was surprised that his dad was staying out of this, but he had asked him to...unless he needed help.

"So you want me to fight Voldemort?" Harry added, his voice heavy with hurt.

"No!" Sirius cried. "Hell no do I want you to fight. I want you far away from this bullshit, but how could you join him?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Weren't you listening? I'm not joining him, I'm just not fighting him. When this crap is over, I'm going home to America and never looking back. Voldemort made a vow not to harm or kill you and Remus too if you don't stand against him."

Sirius refused to lower his wand. "He killed James!" He roared. "I just can't forget that and I don't understand how you can?"

"I'll never be able to forget it!" Harry screamed back. "But I'm not going to dwell on it and let it ruin my future. I'm choosing my future, just like my father chose to fight Voldemort over me when he could have ran with me, and you chose going after Wormtail over raising me. You made your choices, now it's time for me to make mine."

"I finally have a chance to have a family and I'm not going to ruin that chance for Dumbledore, for his greater good, for Voldemort, for revenge, for the Wizarding World, and not even for you, Sirius. If you ever loved me, Siri, you will lower your wand and hear me out. If you still feel that you need to fight against Voldemort after you hear me out I won't try to stop you, but I also won't help you."

Clenching his teeth, Sirius reluctantly lowered his wand. He didn't like this, and he wanted Voldemort dead, but he didn't want to lose Harry. It hurt when Harry called him out on choosing Wormtail over him, but that was exactly what had happened. He had held baby Harry in his arms and instead of comforting him, all he could think about was killing Peter.

"This is so messed up." Harry groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was so tired of everything, he just wanted to go home.

"You don't have to do this, kiddo." Tony said as he draped a heavy arm over his son's shoulder. "You don't owe them anything."

Harry knew that his father was right, he didn't owe anyone in the Wizarding World anything. He just wanted to be done with everything. Taking a deep breath, he turned his attention back to a Dumbledore. "Headmaster, did you ever tell anyone how you created Voldemort? How you were the one responsible for turning one of the brightest young wizards since the Hogwarts founders into an evil dark lord?"

"I did no such thing." Dumbledore protested, though there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Someone's been busted!" Clint cackled.

"So you didn't label young Tom Riddle a dark wizard the moment you met him in a muggle orphanage at the age of eleven?"

"He was dark." Dumbledore defended. "He admitted to hurting other kids, stealing, and talking to snakes."

"So, he was an eleven year old boy!" Harry cried. "You should have helped him instead of condemning him. Tom had never known love or kindness and was only doing what he had to do in order to survive in a cold and friendless orphanage during the middle of a muggle war. You should have taken him under your wing and shown him kindness and offered him protection. Instead of trying to pull him out of his darkness, you fed that darkness inside of him by ignoring him and refusing to help him. You never liked Tom Riddle because he was a descendent of Salazar Slytherin and you made sure that he knew it."

"Tom!" Minerva gasped as she placed her hand over her heart.

"Hello, Minnie." Tom said silkily.

'Minnie.' Fred and George mouthed to each other.

"I-I didn't know that you were him." Minerva stuttered. "I didn't know that you were V-Voldemort. I thought you left the Wizarding World after you failed a second time to get a teaching position here."

"I did leave for a while, but I returned and claimed my seats on the Wizengamot as Slytherin's heir. I had hoped to change some of the laws Dumbledore had set forth concerning the muggle world, but the old fool blocked me at every turn. Not only did he block me, but he drug my name through the mud by spreading viscous lies about me."

"Wait!" Tony interrupted. "Were you two like, rubbing wands when you were in school together?"

"Ew!" Harry, Fred, and George gagged at the same time.

"Technically, two wizards would rub wands." Fenrir pointed out most helpfully. "I believe what Tommy boy and Minnie did was play hide the wand in the wand holster."

"My brain!" George sobbed as he threw himself at his twin. "Please, my brain now needs a scourgify."

Voldemort turned and glared at his minion. "Would you like to be cursed in front of your son?"

"Not really." Fenrir grinned. "I was just correcting the metal man."

"We did not play hide the wand in the wand holster." Minerva protested, but her bright red face gave her away. "But Tom was Head Boy and I was Head Girl so naturally we spent a lot of time together."

"Oh, naaaaaturally." Tony teased. "Does the Head Girl always polish the Head Boy's wa..."

Harry slapped his hands over his ears. "La la laaaaa. La la laaaa!" He sang loudly. "Underage ears here! Can we please just get back to the story?"

"Anyway." Voldemort continued as he glared at Tony. "Dumbledore started spreading lies that I wanted to keep muggleborns from entering the Wizarding World and that I also wanted all muggles dead. That's not what I wanted at all. I was raised in the muggle world and I have seen first hand how dangerous they are and how they treat those different then them, especially magical children."

Harry nodded his head in agreement. "He's right, I was abused for being magical and I know others in a similar situation. Dean Thomas' family are terrified are him so they pretty much just ignore him. They don't beat him, but his brothers and sisters refuse to talk to him and his dad abandoned the family after Dean received his Hogwarts letter."

Voldemort frowned at hearing that. "What I wanted to propose was a complete cutoff from the muggle world, like most other counties. I also wanted to bring muggleborns in as infants instead of waiting until they were eleven and far behind pureblood children raised in the Wizarding World."

"That doesn't sound unreasonable." Minerva admitted. "I don't like tearing babies from their parents arms, but they can be oblivated and the babies placed with purebloods or halfbloods."

"Muggles are too dangerous." Voldemort continued.

"You got that right." Clint smirked. "I could easily take half of you out before you had a chance to draw your wand."

"Yeah, right." Sirius scoffed. The last word was barely out of Sirius" mouth when an arrow buried itself in the wooden table just inches in front Sirius.

"I missed on purpose." Clint bragged.

Sirius gulped loudly as he stared at the arrow that just barely missed him. A few more inches and it would have pierced his heart.

"Muggles have weapons that can wipe an entire city out in seconds, and they greatly outnumber us. We wouldn't stand a chance against them if they attacked. No more of this straddling two worlds, you're either a wizard, or a muggle."

"Lies!" Dumbledore barked. "Once the muggles see that we mean them no harm and that we can help them..."

"They will take advantage of us." Minerva interrupted coldly. "And if we refuse help them, it will be the witch hunts all over again."

"Muggles fear what they don't understand, and they don't like those that are different than them." Harry added. "If Voldemort would have gotten this law passed years ago, I never would have been sent to live with the Dursleys. I never would have been neglected, abused, starved, and raped."

"I can't believe you are agreeing with him, Harry." Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "I had so much hope for you. Your father was a good man who fought for muggles and muggleborns. He even went into the muggle world to conceive you. He would be so disappointed in you."

"You shut up, you deranged, old fool!" Sirius spat angrily. "James would be so proud of Harry if he was alive. That boy has been drug through hell and back and yet he's still the most compassionate and selfless person I have ever met. I don't like Voldemort and I'll never forgive him for killing James, but I won't stand against him because I'm not going to fail my godson again. I plan on following him to America, if he allows me that is?"

"I would like that." Harry grinned. And he would, he loved Sirius and he wanted him in his life...as long as he knew that he was Harry, not James. And as long as he accepted Tony as his dad. He loved Sirius, but not as much as his dad.

"Hey, pup." Fenrir said, finally addressing his son.

Remus had been at a loss for words ever since Fenrir entered the Great Hall. Fenrir Greyback, the beast that ruined his life and turned him into a monster. The last time he saw Fenrir was before James and Lily were killed when Dumbledore had sent him out to speak with different packs in the United Kingdom in hopes of swaying them to his side. Fenrir hadn't been what he expected, he had been nothing like the horror stories he had been told. He had been extremely welcoming, warm, outgoing, and funny...until he tried to convince him that he was his biological father. There was no way that Fenrir Greyback was his father, and it made him hate his wolf even more because Moony was excited around Fenrir, happy even. For the month he had spent with Fenrir's pack Moony had been content, and he had woken from the full moon feeling great and without any new scars to add to his vast collection.

Fenrir could scent his pup's fear and hatred of him. It killed him that his boy, the person he loved the most in the world, hated and feared him. He loved his boy so much that would give his life for him. Dumbledore and Lyall Lupin were responsible for his son hating him and he couldn't wait until the old man was six feet under. He would love to tear Dumbledore to shreds like he did Lyall Lupin, but Dumbledore was the boss' to kill.

Harry wanted to talk to Remus about Fenrir, but right now was not the time. Remus may be highly intelligent, but he was also stubborn. It was going to take more than a five minute discussion for him to see that Fenrir was his father and that he wasn't the child eating monster that Dumbledore portrayed him to be.

Dumbledore threw his hands up in the air in anger and frustration. Everything was falling apart, all his plans were crashing and burning because of Harry and his newly found father. He couldn't believe that Harry and Tom made a magical vow to not fight each other. He couldn't allow this to happen. The future of the Wizarding World was resting on Harry's shoulders, he had to either fight Voldemort and win, or die trying to save everyone so that people will stand up and fight back in honor of their fallen chosen one...their light prince.

Maybe that's what had to happen, maybe Harry had to die. Voldemort made a vow so he wasn't going to do it, unless Harry broke the vow first, which he knew Harry wasn't going to do. So that left him. Could he kill Harry and say that Voldemort did it? Would that be enough to rally all the witches and wizards to want to fight to avenge Harry? Would him killing Harry be enough to appease the prophecy?

There were too many witnesses though. The muggles he could oblivate, but Severus, Minerva, Poppy, Hagrid, the Weasley boys, Remus, and Sirius would pose a great problem. Not to mention the gods. Loki has already proven that Earth's magic and potions didn't work on him.

There was also Tom himself, if he killed Harry right here and now, Tom would attack him. The man in front of him was no longer crazed and out of control, this was the old Tom, the smart, calculating, and extremely powerful Tom. This Tom was more dangerous than Voldemort. This Tom scared him.

He couldn't come up with an immediate solution, but he couldn't allow Harry to slip through his fingers again. There were too many unknowns as far as killing Harry was concerned, but did he have a choice? The prophecy did state that either must die at the hand of the other, so wouldn't that technically mean that he couldn't be the one to kill Harry? Why couldn't have this damn prophecy been more straight forward?

Could it be possible that Harry isn't the prophecy child, that it's been Neville all along? No, that couldn't be. Again, the prophecy states that he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not. Harry being blood related to the god Loki would give him unknown power and even Loki said he was incredibly powerful. Hell, he had produced a fireball with his bare hands! That kind of power terrified him, especially now since he seemed to be in with Tom.

Maybe killing Harry was his only choice and what would be best for the greater good. He couldn't allow Tom and Harry to join forces...especially if Harry had Loki on his side.

****HP

Evil, mean me left a cliffie. Sorry! Don't worry, I'm already working on next chapter.

Note...I do know that Natasha was sterilized.