From the Author: Thanks for the feedback, everyone. It makes me feel a little better about these next couple parts because I thought I did horribly on pieces of those previous chapters. I am now proud to present to you the final two chapters of Harry's Kids and the Dementra's Kiss!!

Chapter 25 - Non-Magical Magic

The Dementra screamed a most horrible scream, dropping Albus from its hand as it grabbed its red eyes, smoke and explosion getting into them. Albus landed safely as the Trance lifted, pillowing his fall as it spread off of him.

"Kids!" Mr. Donavin called.

Lily, Rose, James, and Albus looked around and saw him dismounting the missile launcher from his shoulder. They ran over to him, ducking their heads as rain started to come and the Dementra screamed in pain. Mr. Donavin loaded a second missile into the launcher as the children approached.

"Does anyone still have their magic?!" he asked and Lily and Albus raised their hands. "No one experienced, eh? Don't worry about your parents, they'll be fine. James, come here."

James stood next to the old man as he mounted the missile launcher on his shoulder again. The Dementra coughed and came to its senses slowly, shaking its large head to clear its eyes. Just as the Dementra spotted the old man again, it was hit by another missile fired from the launcher. It keeled backwards, falling to the ground, incapacitated by the explosion.

Mr. Donavin dismounted the launcher again and stuck another missile inside. He spoke to James through the slowly increasing rain.

"James, is your suit damaged at all?"

James stared out at the Dementra rolling on the ground in pain as he responded. "It hasn't touched me yet. It just cast that Trance over me…"

"Just put your helmet on and you'll be fine."

"My helmet?! How would that stop the Trance?"

"My dear boy, don't you realize that the monster relies on you looking at it when the Trance is cast?"

"It… It does?!"

"Yes and the visor on your suit will provide enough protection from its spell to keep you from becoming enTranced!"

"But how would you know that it needs…?"

"Don't worry about that now, boy!" Mr. Donavin said quickly, aiming at the foul beast as it got up from the ground. Mr. Donavin closed his eyes as the Dementra jumped to its feet and immediately cast the Trance on James, Albus, and Lily, whom were looking at it.

"Now…" the Dementra began, "Where was—"

But another missile had fired and hit the Dementra, knocking it backwards to the damp ground again and releasing the Trance that had set on the children.

James shook his head and immediately activated the helmet, which enclosed his head in three metal plates and a visor.

"Now, my boy," Mr. Donavin said as he dug into his pocket, keeping an eye on the writhing monster on the ground, "I have an upgrade I've been holding out on giving you. I knew you would need it soon, so I kept it on me. Here…" And the old man pulled out a card and inserted it into James's upgrade slot.

Suddenly, the words "Upgrading…" appeared on James's visor. James stepped back in surprise, realizing that the words were on his face when he moved his head and they did not move with the landscape. Suddenly the words disappeared and several computer readouts appeared which did move with the landscape.

"In this upgrade," Mr. Donavin said, reaching over to pull out the card, "are two new spells and the ability to analyze moving objects."

James turned his head to see his brother, sister, and cousin standing in the rain, staring at him. Computer readouts told him that Lily had a magic level of 1.2 to the norm while Albus had a magic level of 1.8 to the norm and Rose had a magic level of 0.0 to the norm. It also told him that their adrenaline levels were in an increased state and that their hearts were pumping faster than at rest.

"Woah…" James gasped as he turned back to Mr. Donavin to see that he had a magic level of 0.2 to the norm and his heart rate was rather normal while his adrenaline was high. "Mr. Donavin, you have some magic in you!"

"Do I? Well it must be exceedingly little…" and he fired another missile at the beast, which was just getting to its feet. "Now, listen carefully James," he said, reloading again and wiping rain and sweat from his brow, "This is my last missile. After I am done, you must fight the monster yourself."

"Me?" James said, pointing a metal clad hand at himself.

"Yes, you can do it! You are in no risk to lose your magic as it is not really magic. One of the spells that was added is called Broomstick. This allows your suit to hover using the same manner as using Wingardium Leviosa. Use it to dodge along the ground around the beast while throwing other spells at it. Just yell 'Broomstick' again to terminate the spell."

"But…"

"James!" Mr. Donavin yelled as he shot the final missile at the Dementra, which was just getting up, "You must! You are our only hope! I will keep these two magic ones safe from the Dementra so it does not reach full strength! James! It must be you!!"

Mr. Donavin got up and scooted backwards through the wet grass, leaving James behind but taking the remaining children with him.

"It must be me…" James said, watching as the beast got slowly to its feet. It was massive. The computer read out that the beast had a magic level of 199.8 to the norm, that its adrenaline was unreadable and that its heart rate was exceedingly high. "It must be me…" James said, his own adrenaline now shooting forth into his veins.

The Dementra shook its great head and looked about. "Where was I?" it said in its deep, menacing voice. It spotted James and then said, "Oh, yes… I was about to have your brother for lunch… where is he?"

"Oi!" James yelled through his helmet, "You aren't touching him at all!! You'll have to go through me first!!"

"HA!" The beast laughed, "Very amusing…" And he tossed his right arm into the air. A second later, the suit-clad James's arms were down at his side, standing rather erect; his face was unreadable behind his dark visor. "Now come here boy…"

James walked forward very erectly, stopping at the monster's feet.

The Dementra raised its foot up into the rain-filled air, saying, "I've just went through you, boy…"

It came down, the ground shaking violently. A sharp cry of "NO!!" could be heard from the ground and the Dementra looked down to see a very weak Dylan calling from the mud, crying.

"James!" Dylan called weakly, one arm in the air, the rain soaking him.

The Dementra laughed. "Your poor savior was NOTHING!" And with that, the Dementra lifted up his foot and came down upon the American boy.

"DEPULSO!!"

The monster screamed as it fell backward to the mud, clutching its foot. It looked over itself to see an unharmed and MagiSuit-clad James floating a foot off of the ground, his suit deactivating its invisibility feature. His arm was raised and he was standing in front of a very appreciative Dylan.

"WHAT?!" the Dementra yelled, "HE STILL LIVES?!"

James answered with, "DEFODIO!!"

The monster screamed as a blinding white orb of sharply spinning air flew at the monster and gouged a hole in its face. James took the moment to bend down and allow his wet muggle friend to get upon his back. James then skated along the ground towards the house, where Ron and Hermione were already waiting.

"YOU FOUL THING!!" James heard the Dementra cry.

Dylan looked back and yelled, "Look out!"

James swerved and a giant red spell crashed into the yard where he had been seconds ago. James twirled on air, Dylan holding tightly around his neck, and faced the now-standing colossal beast that was sending another red spell his way. James leaned sharply to the side and the suit swept him away from the spell, which gouged the ground and created a crater where James once floated.

"It's doing wandless magic!!" Dylan cried, holding onto James's neck for dear life, trying not to slip.

"I can do some too!" James cried through the helmet. He let go of Dylan and pointed his hand up at the monster's hair. "INCENDIO!!" A ball of flame formed on James's palm and shot forth through the cascading rain to where it collided with the monster's massive mane, which caught fire instantly. James dived away on the air again as the Dementra roared, turning this way and that to see what was burning.

Taking a round-about route around the monster, James flew towards the house, clutching a helpless Dylan to his back. They closed in on the house, flying along the ground. The Dementra screamed again as it found the source of the smoke.

"JAMES!!" Dylan yelled as his grip slipped on James's wet suit, "SLOW DOWN!!"

"I CAN'T!!" James called back as he reached around and grabbed Dylan's trousers to keep him on his back, "I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU—"

But just then Dylan slipped from James's back, James's hand slipping from his trousers. Dylan flew off and fell hard into the mud, sliding face first through it. James spun about and slid into the wall of the house. He looked up and saw the Dementra turn to see Dylan lying prostrate on the ground. Both fighters were at their magical guns.

"AVADA KADAVRA!!"

"DEPULSO!!"

The mechanically-made banishing charm raced the magically-made green jet for the same target. The two battlers watched as the orb, shot from closer, reached the boy first, rocketing him into the air away from James. The green jet hit the ground uselessly, causing the Dementra to rage and James to shoot forward on the rain and wind.

Dylan landed feet away from the Dementra and before it knew he was so close, James was in and picking the mud-stricken boy up, holding him by the waist. The Dementra screamed something to the air and a lighting bolt arched down from the sky and hit the ground where Dylan and James were seconds ago. James was back at the house within seconds, safe under the roof as another lightning bolt stuck nearby.

"Broomstick!" James yelled and his feet touched ground. He turned and shot a Confusing charm at the nineteen foot Dementra, which made the thing suddenly dizzy, and James came inside and set Dylan down on the floor.

As Hermione went to the bathroom for a towel, Dylan smiled through the mud plastered to his face and hair.

"Thanks, mate." Dylan said, giving a thumbs-up, "I owe you my life."

James's helmet came off, showing a dry and smiling James underneath. "No problem…" James said, breathless, "and I see you're becoming British yourself! 'Mate', huh?"

"Well," Dylan replied, wiping mud from his eyes, "you adopted 'no problem' well enough…"

James smiled widely and he commanded his helmet back on. James turned to head back outside when he saw Ron, sitting at the table, rather moody.

"Uncle Ron? Are you okay?"

Ron rubbed his neck. "It's not right, not having magic," he said grumpily, "I can't even clean my own wounds…"

"Oh, Ron," Hermione said as she bustled back in with a soggy towel, "You'll be fine. James will get us our magic back…"

"I will?" James said turning.

"…until which you'll just have to live without it for a while. Although, I would like to make my son something less of a decorative item…"

She turned to look at Hugo, who was still pinned to the wall, looking as if he wanted to change clothes since his trousers had, after all, been peed in. But just as Hugo was about to comment, a giant boney hand reached in through the broken windows and grabbed James's whole body, entrapping his arms to his side.

The hand pulled James out into the rain and lifted him up to come face to face with the ugly Dementra.

"Oh, that's right," James said in an attempt to stay calm, "I was fighting you, wasn't I?"

"YES!!" The Dementra roared in rage, "NOW DIE!!"

"You first! STUPEFY!!"

James had extracted his arm and pointed it at the Dementra. The Dementra laughed, though, as the red orb crashed on the shield charm it had placed on itself.

"You FOOL!!" the thing laughed, "I figured you like to aim for my head, so I cast a Shield on it!" The thing laughed loudly.

"You really need to learn to keep your plans to yourself," James said as he pointed his arm downward and yelled, "Stupefy!!"

The Dementra's eyes went wide and it dropped James, doubling over. James caught himself with Broomstick and yelled, "Oh, and take a breath mint!" before shooting another fire charm at its hair. The thing screeched as it the fire caught again, despite the rain.

"James!"

James jumped as he heard Mr. Donavin's voice from all around him.

"Mr. Donavin?!" He called, looking about.

"It's okay, James," Mr. Donavin replied in his ear, "I'm not beside you. I'm calling through the helmet."

"Like a telephone!?" James said, returning his view to the writhing, but recovering, monster.

"Yes," Mr. Donavin replied with a half-amused tone, "like a telephone. Now, keep fighting but listen carefully."

James slid above the muddy ground now, gliding through the air around the monster to attack it from behind.

"The other spell I added to the suit is the killing curse," Mr. Donavin continued.

"Well why didn't you tell me earlier?!" James yelled back, "Av—"

"NO!!" Mr. Donavin yelled, stopping James, "NO, my dear boy, don't yet. This move is a last resort move. You must make sure that the Dementra is almost dead and completely defenseless, FIRST!!"

James hesitated in the rain, his arm raised. The Dementra took the moment to stand up and throw its own killing curse at James. James dove out of the way, sliding along the ground and around the monster again. He raised his arm to the beast again and yelled, "DIFFINDO!!"

A red jet shot forth from the palm of James's hand and cut through the rain to hit the protective bubble around the Dementra's head. The spell cut a tiny slit in the shield, but harmed it no further. By now the Dementra had turned again.

"QUIT RUNNING AWAY!" the Dementra boomed as he shot a second killing curse at James. James again dodged around the slow moving demon and shot another slicing spell at its head. This continued onwards, the Dementra turning and James dodging around to cut at the shield on its head.

After the seventh time, the shield broke. The Dementra screamed.

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

"NOW, JAMES, NOW!!" James heard Mr. Donavin call.

The Dementra dove to the ground where James stood. James shot into the air on the Broomstick, shooting another fire on the thing's hair. The thing screamed as James pointed both arms and legs at the screaming beast and yelled at full force, "AVADA KEDAVRA!!"

The beast screamed.

Lightning flashed.

A bright warning appeared across James's face.

The suit shuddered.

The rain slowed.

And suddenly, shooting from every extremity, from every spell launcher, from every forward facing plate on the suit, a bright white beam of light shot forth, flying at the helpless Dementra. The beam turned green, flying at the ground with a force so powerful it blew the grasses away, clouds away, the trees, the wheat, the rain away. The suit fired every known missile, every known spell, every programmed response to any and all commands that it had ever ever known. The beam of light turned red and expanded, slamming the Dementra hard into the ground and flying high into the air, creating something like a mushroom cloud into the air. The clouds parted, but lighting stuck, striking the figure of James high in the air, whose suit redirected it at ten times the force at the Dementra, charring the thing's dead skin. The spell continued on and on, slamming more and more spells at the thing, shooting lightning at the beast, throwing every single thing it could think of at the body lying on the ground.

The clouds had parted, the sun had returned, and James floated down in the clutches of the suit. The Dementra lay before him, its eyes boggling at James, incapacitated.

It bled, not blood, but light, flies of light, of magic. These pyreflies floated from the beast slowly, deprecating its magic power. James landed in front of it. His visor was once again blank, but he knew the beast was slowly leaking its magic.

"You are so powerful…" the Dementra said, its voice once again high pitched. It was shrinking, shriveling up, losing power, memories, intelligence, magic…

"I am…" James said from behind his helmet, "but you are not."

"You could have joined me!" it said desperately, "we could have ruled the world together, you in your power suit and me in my Demon form." It shuddered as several pyreflies escaped its mouth. When it spoke again, its voice was less, "We could have ruled over the human race and had all the power we wanted—"

"You wanted," James snapped, "I don't want power at all. I just want to be normal. I just want my family back..."

SNAP!!

James shuddered as he saw a defiant crack split across his visor. He watched, shocked, as pieces of metal fell away from him. The suit fell apart, piece by piece. Each metal plate, each metal arm, each screw and bolt and pivot joint failing, falling to the ground, defeated. James watched, tears coming to his eyes, as his faithful suit fell off him, the elastic straps snapping off, and each piece coming to rest on the ground.

Ron and Hermione came from the house. Dylan, his face clean and robes dirty, stepped through the wet grass. Albus, Rose, and Lily crept forward from the front yard. Mr. Donavin, with a released Hugo in his arms, stepped gingerly through the mud. Even Harry and Ginny, who had arrived in time to see the killing curse work, came forward now. All of them watched in excitement as the Dementra shriveled and shrunk but watched in horror as James's suit failed and fell.

The Dementra watched James, a gleeful expression coming to its face. It held up a boney hand and summoned forth the wands from the ground. Both Harry's and James's wands flew to it, but it missed Harry's wand as it fell to the ground, short of its caller. The move made several more pyreflies fly out of it, floating into the air. Some of the pyreflies floated to the surrounding people. Pyreflies floated over to Ron and Hermione, over to Harry and Ginny, over to Rose, and went into their chests, went inside them, and filled them with warmth, with magic. A great number floated over to Dylan and filled him with his lost magic, with his lost powers. Some of the sprites floated high into the air, returning to owners far away. And some floated from the dying Dementra and into James, going into his chest and filling him with a strange new sensation, but a familiar old one at the same time.

The Dementra shriveled on the ground, its intelligence fading, it returning to looking quite like a girl Dementor again, its breath rattling again, its head but a lump. In its hand was clutched James's wand, its last attempt to do magic becoming futile. James bent over and plucked his wand out of its hand.

He laughed at it. "No more magic for you, muggle. DEPULSO!!"

And the Dementra was blasted away, screaming through its unintelligible rattling breath, flipping backward through the air and slamming hard into a tree. A cracking sound issued from either the figure or the tree, and it vanished into a great puff of gray smoke.

And from the smoke, several fairies flew, flying at great speeds, streaking from the tree, ghostly figures of people, men, women, and children, surrounding them. And one particularly bright one looked strangely like an ecstatic boy centaur.