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Chapter 19 – Sixteen Years Later


A large group of adults, ranging from young, middle aged, and elderly, appeared in the courtyard of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with the pops of Apparition.

Several of them thanked Merlin, Morgana, or another deity or ancient Magical being that the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Severus Snape, was on their side. If he had been loyal to the Dark Lord, they would never have had a chance to get into Hogwarts without Voldemort and his entire army knowing.

They quickly separated into six groups. Four of the groups were each given a House to infiltrate and neutralize any Death Eater sympathizers; the other two groups split up to approach the offices of Amycus and Alecto Carrow, respectively.

It was just Harry's luck that he had to deal with the craziest bitch he had ever heard of (which was saying quite a bit, considering his ties with Hermione Granger, Ginevra, and Bella Black formerly Lestrange): Alecto Carrow.

It also, however, was not a coincidence at all that his sources, primarily Severus Snape, had informed him that much of her evenings were spent in the company of Ronald Prewitt, someone who he viewed in much the same light as Lord Voldemort himself, although substantially less powerful.

While it may have seemed rather foolish to seek out battle at night, there was a purpose to it: at that time, with curfew fast approaching (there was currently only five minutes before it, and the Carrows had stepped up on their punishments), there would be few students roaming the corridors. Thus, it would be less likely for students to get caught up in the crossfire than if they had attacked at tea time, for example.

There was a none-too-subtle sense of vindication to it all, especially with the nearly full moon illuminating the darkened sky of the late October evening. Added to that was the date: Halloween, or Samhain, October 31, exactly sixteen years after Harry's first defeat of Voldemort – and the loss of his parents, which many forgot about when faced with his fame.

Each group consisted of six to eight people, with two Witches staying at home: Nymphadora Tonks and Amelia Bones, both of which were pregnant (Sirius had been extremely happy and proud, but also somewhat disappointed that he had been unable to send his lover and soon-to-be fiancée into an orgasmic coma) when they had made the decision.

Now, Tonks was taking care of her week-old son, Teddy Jr. They had lost a dozen or so of their members, including John Dawlish during the course of their raids and counter-attacks.

Harry's group was made up of him and the rest of his 'Inner Circle': Daphne Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Susan Bones, Neville Longbottom, Tracey Davis, Hannah Abbot, and Blaise Zabini.

Sirius and Remus had originally been against letting such a young team with so little experience on their own against such a dangerous enemy, but they had eventually been persuaded to understand the Inner Circle's side. They were most comfortable around each other, and could fight very fluidly together. Also, the eight of them could easily handle Carrow and, if Lady Luck permitted, Prewitt. Finally, after participating in multiple raids each, they could hardly be considered inexperienced.

Eventually, it was the hormonal, pregnant women who managed to change the two Marauders' minds.

The Gryffindor Group, as they called themselves, led by Sirius Black himself, crept up the Tower towards the Gryffindor Commons Room. Another advantage of being on the same side as Hogwarts and its Professors was that they knew all of the passwords: "Pygmy Puff Power," Sirius said, questioning the sanity of whoever picked these codes.

Considering that it was probably McGonagall or Prewitt, that may well have been very accurate.

The Lions, tired as they were, offered very little resistance against them. The most notable exception had been Lavender Brown, who had tried to lead her own mini-revolution against Sirius' ranks. While somewhat brave, it was foolish, and it had been a grinning Parvati Patil, who had appeared from out of nowhere, that put her former friend down like the dog she had become.

The Lord Black had been somewhat disappointed – not in the Gryffindor's in general for turning to the Dark, but that Prewitt had been absent during their quick attack. Perhaps it was for the best, as he knew that Harry wanted to have words with his former best friend.

The Slytherin Sleuths, led by the three Black sisters, expected to face the most resistance. As a result, they had been very surprised when they barely had to engage in a scuffle. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle had attempted to fight, but the Blacks had enjoyed stamping out the pathetic excuses for Slytherins.

Once they arrived, Lily Moon and a few others had run and managed to escape, so the Order knew that they had to work quickly, before they called for reinforcements.

The other groups were called the Hufflepuff Humdingers (Harry had suggested the idea. When he got strange looks, he merely smiled sadly and described them as "oft to blither") and Rowena's Rescuers (they had vetoed Hannah's suggestion of anything to do with Rapunzel). The groups in charge of the Carrow siblings had opted to go without a name, being led by Emmeline Vance and Harry, and dealing with Amycus and Alecto, respectively.

The guerrilla-style attacks on Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw continued much the same as those on Gryffindor and Slytherin, with few Death Eaters escaping and no Order members dying. The students that survived and bore the Dark Mark were Bound and Stunned, before being moved to the second floor bathroom that unofficially belonged to Moaning Myrtle.

Either Harry or Blaise would open the Chamber of Secrets, and they would place their prisoners there until the battle was won. They would then be sentenced to either a stint in Azkaban or a merry trip through the Veil, their punishment dependent on the severity of their Veritaserum-induced confessions.


Meanwhile, Harry and the rest of his Inner Circle were walking towards the third largest office in the School, after the Headmaster's Office and that of the Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts. It was normally occupied by Minerva McGonagall, as it was traditionally the Transfiguration office, but it had been granted to Alecto Carrow that year.

Two young adults stood on every side of the wooden door: to the left, right, and centre, with the final two standing a ways down the corridor, acting as sentries and back up.

Susan waved her wand around the door for a moment, and frowned. "Is she that arrogant that she did not put up a single ward? I feel ... offended, to be honest."

Harry shook his head at her exasperatedly yet fondly, and whispered to the portrait of a Witch standing on top of a pile of Muggles and House-Elves, "Listen; when I say the pass code, I want you to unlock, but stay closed, okay?"

The green-skinned Witch frowned suspiciously but nodded, so Harry uttered the password, hoping that Snape had it right. The locks whirred and clicked gently, and Daphne gave him an amused look. "Why didn't you just open it?"

Harry shrugged, before smirking. "Because I've always wanted to do this." That being said, he stepped forward, and without giving them any time to stop him, he lashed forward with his right leg, completely tearing the door off of its hinges.

Neville had once told him that accidentally catching Hermione and Ron going at it was the most mentally scarring thing he had ever seen. As the new Lord Longbottom was patrolling the corridor with Tracey, he could safely say that he had one-upped him, or perhaps two or three-upped him. He definitely felt like gouging his eyes out.

Prewitt was there - he wore absolutely nothing except for a spiked chain around his neck that was Magically joined to the wall opposite of him. Alecto was also in the nude, and she bent before him, roughly caressing his Little Ron (emphasis on Little. Susan and Hannah did not even try to hide their snickers).

Harry's face had turned green from nausea, and he was sure that Draco and Blaise were experiencing the same effects. He flicked his wand into his hand in one fluid motion and Banished Alecto into the wall, before a Cutting Curse from Draco to her throat finished her off quickly and painlessly.

She wasn't their main target.

Evidently she had cast the Charm on the chain, as Ron was suddenly free, for all of two seconds before Daphne had Stuck him to a wall.

His death would be a bit slower, and maybe a tad more painful.

The four girls – Tracey and Neville had joined them when their mini-scuffle had started – walked towards him slowly. Daphne transformed her right index finger into a long black claw.

The claw pierced his upper torso as she dragged it down his chest, eliciting a small stream of blood, before she stopped just below his belly button. The four girls grinned at him with menacing glints to their eyes. The four boys turned around, waiting for the screams.

"We've heard some odd rumours about what you and your friends get up to at night," Tracey hissed, letting a few claws appear on her hand.

Ron gulped.


The forty or so Order members met up by the second floor bathroom. It held such great memories for Harry: fighting a basilisk, watching Hermione make Polyjuice Potion while she told him and Ron what to do, getting flirted with by an emotional ghost ... He hated this bathroom.

They were accompanied by over two dozen Death Eaters, all of which were marked. Zacharias Smith had a red handprint on his face from when Susan slapped him, and Blaise and Harry were conversing in Parseltongue about Who-Knows-What, and Hannah and Daphne were quietly talking about trying to learn Parseltongue.

Finally, the last group arrived. Despite the torture the girls had put Ron through, they had still been one of the first groups back due to the ease with which they dispatched Alecto.

"Is everyone okay?" Sirius asked, fussing over Harry, who swatted him away.

"Clearly," Draco drawled, channelling his inner Malfoy. Sirius glared at him and did a quick head count to make sure that no one was missing.

Harry walked towards the massive sink and located the faucet with a snake engraved on it. "Open," he hissed, startling a few who were nearby but had never hear him speak the noble language of serpents before.

As a wide, gaping chasm appeared in place of the sink, Order members began frogmarching the Junior Death Eaters forward towards it. They then pushed the Bound students down the slide, accompanied with the occasional crash and groans.

"Should we have put a Cushioning Charm there?" Neville asked, all traces of the meek boy from first to fourth years gone.

Blaise simply stared at him.


Lilith Moon, or as her friends called her, Lily, was quite proud of her name. In mythology, Lilith was the name of the female demon that abducted and murdered young children, so she felt that by torturing the young students of Hogwarts, she made her namesake proud.

She was a seventh year Slytherin who had let her jealousy of girls such as Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis – who had Merlin-given bodies, while her chest was as flat as a board – control her.

When the Slytherin Common Room had opened, she had risen to her feet, ready to scold and punish the perpetrator, as it was after curfew. However, her sense of survival allowed her to hide behind a tapestry as the adults walked in. She ducked past them and sprinted down the corridors to the Entrance Hall and removed her wand.

She placed the tip against her forearm, where the Dark Lord's tattoo, the Dark Mark, was imprinted. There was a euphoric surge of pain throughout her body as the Dark Lord's Magic responded to hers, informing her that he would be on his way.

She smiled to herself as a few other Junior Death Eaters joined her: apparently, it had been an organized attack on all four houses.

"Where in Morgana's name are Professors Carrow and Carrow?" a Ravenclaw escapee asked.

She stared at the boy for a moment. "If this attack has been as well organized as it seems, I would have to say that we're on our own until our Lord appears."


The Chamber of Secrets had been locked with the remaining Junior Death Eaters within. With luck, they would descend into anarchy and kill each other. Perhaps they would use the remaining basilisk fangs, as their wands had been snapped in half.

The Order of the Phoebe had amassed all of the students in fifth year or above, waiting for a fight. The younger students had all been safely locked up in their towers, as they suspected that Hogsmeade would be the first stop that Voldemort would attack.

Some of the defenders of Hogwarts rushed towards the window as a great burst of flame appeared in the direction of Hogsmeade. It was followed shortly thereafter by a green skull with a snake in place of a tongue making an appearance against the black sky. It was as though it was trying to block out the light of the Moon.

Harry sighed at the ignorance of the students as they made a spectacle of the Dark Mark. At least he had dissuaded McGonagall from sending the younger kids down to the village.

McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick were walking around, waving their wands and setting up a serious of complex wards to protect the castle. It would not permanently block Voldemort, but it would hold him long enough to get their forces ready. If Lady Luck was with them, he may even tire himself out enough that Harry could stand a chance.

Harry tucked a basilisk fang into his belt, careful to keep the tip pointing away from him. It would be a serious no-no if it pierced through the fabric of his trousers and poisoned him, as he wasn't sure whether or not he had remained immune to it's venom after the events of second year.

The Order of the Phoebe were all dressed in comfortable clothes. They were tight enough that they wouldn't become annoying or a possible weakness, but still loose enough to possess full manoeuvrability.

This caused the students to get more disparaging looks, as they were dressed in bulky cloaks that provided a larger target for enemies. Those who did not wore heavy Quidditch uniforms. Rather than blocking friendly or unfriendly spell fire, it would simply weigh them down, further inhibiting them.

The best material to use, though no one had any, would have been armour made from Acromantula silk, but there were very few English stores that held the valuable material. Those that did were either closed or were under harsh scrutiny from the Dark Lord.

While some would encourage the use of dragon or basilisk skin for body armour, it would likely weigh them down, as only the scales of the Chinese Fireball would be yielding enough to remain logical. Materials such as the hide of a basilisk, Ukrainian Ironbelly, and Hungarian Horntail, while capable of shielding against most Curses, would add several hundred pounds onto their back.

The fang was properly tucked into the belt, so Harry looked towards his Inner Circle and coughed to get their attention.

"Remember that our number one priority is the snake, Nagini," he said. "Without her dead, Tom is still immortal, as far as I know."

The Inner Circle made sure that their fangs were present, and Sirius twirled the sword of Godric Gryffindor, nearly beheading Remus Lupin.

"Watch yourself, Padfoot!" Lupin cautioned, carefully removing the sword from his hand.

Severus Snape was pacing around, brushing his greasy hair behind his ear. Unsurprisingly, he was nervous about his identity as a spy being revealed.

Amos Diggory, who was the Head of the Department of Magical Creatures in the Ministry of Magic, led a small regiment of co-workers, Rubeus Hagrid, and several adult Wizards and Witches. They were prepared to take on Magical Creatures such as trolls, giants, and Acromantula. Grawp sat down in a corner, playing with a blue Ford Anglia that Arthur Weasley stared suspiciously at.

No one was quite sure who the centaurs supported, or whether or not they would aid that side. When asked, they simply said, "Mars is especially bright tonight."

All that anyone, even Professor Trelawney, could derive from that was that a battle was coming, as Mars was the Roman god of War.

"I really hope we don't have to worry about dragons or basilisks," Narcissa said. "Or chimera, or a Nundu, or an Occamy, or-"

Andromeda cut her sister off with a stern glare as several younger students in hearing range gulped noticeably. They started looking around them, as though a massive Nundu would appear any moment.

The blonde haired Black laughed nervously. "Sorry, I'm sure that Vold- Er, You-Know-Who," she corrected herself as the students winced. One seemed like he was about to lose control over his bladder. Continuing normally, she said, "Wouldn't even be able to tame any of those beasts. If he did bring any, they would be liable to turn against him instead of work for him. Well, technically, he could control the Occamy probably, because he speaks Parseltongue, but they would be so far out of their natural territory of India that they would be nowhere near as dangerous. Of course, they could still kill any one of you with ease, but ... you get the point."

She trailed off awkwardly before walking away, a hand raking through her hair nervously.

"Sorry," Andromeda said to the teenagers. "When she gets nervous she rambles."

The students nodded at her, shakily accepting her apology, though one Ravenclaw, the student from before, had a distinct patch of urine showing through his trousers.

Andromeda almost giggled as he ran away, though to where, she knew not, as all of the Common Rooms had been locked.

Bella elbowed Harry in the gut. "Make a speech," she said out of the corner of her mouth.

"What?" he asked, bemused. He was still rather surprised that no one had batted an eye at her or Sirius.

"Inspire them," she answered. "They need someone – you – to rally behind, to make them believe that they can win."

"Er … right. Inspiration, I can do that," Harry muttered to himself. He coughed loudly, gaining everyone's attention.

"Er ... so, yeah. Sixteen years ago today, the man who fashioned the name 'Lord Voldemort' tried to kill a toddler and his parents. He failed to kill the toddler, so, er … if he couldn't kill me then, how could he do it now?"

The entire Great Hall stared at him, before Seamus Finnegan stepped out from nowhere. "That was beautiful," he said, wiping an imaginary tear out of his eye as he clapped slowly.

"Where've you been, Finnegan?" Harry asked his old roommate.

"With us," a male voice said, before Terry Boot stepped out of the shadows. He had an eye patch over one eye and a scar down his cheek. Behind him was a small army of sixth and seventh years, including the Patil sisters and Dean Thomas. "I hope we're welcome here?" he asked, spreading his arms widely in a gesture of surrender.

"Of course," Harry began with a smile, before a dome appeared around the school; orange flashes were present along its surface, resulting from spells colliding with it.

"What's happening?" a student asked.

Blaise turned toward her, a solemn look on his face.

"We're under attack."


Lord Voldemort continued sending a barrage of powerful, mainly Dark spells at the shield. It was beginning to crack visibly, and he could see Fenrir Greyback and his pack eagerly awaiting the moment to attack.

"Will you stop pacing already and do something productive?" he snapped as the footsteps continued. Suddenly, the came to a halt close by, and without even turning around, he knew exactly who it was.

"Not until I find out where my son is!" Molly Prewitt answered just as coldly. She cowered as her Lord turned his glare at her.

"Listen and listen well, you stubborn bitch," he scolded. She went to interrupt him, but he backhanded her, causing her to fall. "Your stupid son went and got himself killed, clearly – either that, or he got cold feet and switched sides. Either way, I could not care less where your idiotic kid is."

She moved to argue, her maternal instincts welling up inside her, but he flicked his arm, his wand coming to stop in front of her head. Without giving her a moment to think, he said, "Obliviate!"

He withdrew every memory that included her youngest children. All he left her with was the feeling that she had been wronged by the Potter brat and the urge to do whatever her Lord said.

"Of course, Master," she answered to some command that she thought he had given. She then started sending moderately powerful Curses at the shield. Nodding to himself, he joined in on the fun.

It did not take long for the shield to break, and his forces began to flood into Hogwarts.

Giants, werewolves, vampires, Acromantula, trolls, a few ogres, and his Death Eaters were together, ending the Boy-Who-Lived once and for all.

Nagini slid around his bare feet, hissing in glee at the idea of fresh meet. Perhaps he would let her devour Potter in front of the Wizarding World.

Yes, that would definitely break their spirits.


Harry soon found himself back to back with Draco. They were surrounded by several Junior Death Eaters, but they ended their lives quickly.

Lumbering footsteps sounded across the corridor in which they stood. They dove to avoid a chandelier that fell where they stood, knocked off of it's holder by the echoing footsteps.

Minerva had told him, back in first year, that the Mountain Troll that he had faced was a fully grown adult. If that was the case, then the troll in front of them must have been it's mother's mother, as its grotesque head was very close to the extremely high ceiling. It was clearly female, as he doubted that a male would have worn a piece of cloth on their chest.

For what may well have been the first time in his life, Harry approved of the invention of clothes for females (technically, it was when he met his 'Aunt' Marge, but that was unimportant).

"Merlin's saggy left-" Draco's expletive was cut off as the Troll swung its club the size of a small oak tree, opening up a gaping hole in the wall.

Another swing hit Daphne full on; her back had been turned as she was in the middle of a vicious duel with Lily Moon. Harry felt his inner panther make itself known, wanting to kill the Troll for damaging his Mate.

A smirk found its way on to Harry's lips despite Daphne's condition. He was certain that she had Cushioning Charms on her clothes. The Troll began to swing its club again, only to become confused as it floated away from it. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Draco snorted in amusement at Harry's choice of spells, until the club's striking end began to sharpen, spikes appearing along it. A bead of perspiration trailed down the side of Harry's face at the force of such a large-scale Transfiguration.

The Troll scratched its head stupidly as its own club swung at it, clubbing it in the end. The spikes embedded themselves into it's skull as it toppled over, forming a dent in the ground. A dull grey liquid leaked out of its head.

"Huh," Harry commented, stepping towards it. "Trolls do have brains."

Draco stared, dumfounded, as Harry walked towards Daphne to ensure that she was in good health. She stood to her feet shakily, but pressed a firm, passionate kiss against Harry's lips.

"My saviour," she quipped, a mixture of fondness and sarcasm.

Susan walked towards the celebrating trio. "Er, guys?" she asked, before pointing.

What was once a gaping hole in the wall was now a hole in the wall with an Acromantula colony filtering their way through.

"Godric's gonads!" Harry swore. "What now?"

The four exchanged looks before, as one, they turned and ran from the Acromantula colony, hoping that Hagrid could come to an agreement with them.


It was well past midnight before Voldemort's troops withdrew. Harry would have thought that they had dominated, as they had substantially less losses than the Death Eaters had, but then Voldemort had entered the fray.

He had not fought for long; he had walked in, killed a bunch of students and Order members, making sure to kill Severus, before leaving. There was one advantage to his appearance, of course: Nagini had come with him.

Remus had leapt at the serpent and brought the sword of Godric Gryffindor down upon its neck. The emerald scales had glimmered in the moonlight and Voldemort had screamed in frustration as the head was separated from the rest of the body.

Unfortunately, Remus' success was short-lived, as Molly Prewitt had caught him with a Cutting Curse to his back and Fenrir Greyback tore his throat out.

That was when Voldemort had withdrawn, as he was clearly intelligent enough to know that he and Harry were on even footing. He would want whatever advantage he could get.

Harry walked around the courtyard with Daphne, hand in hand as he scuffed his sneakers against the rubble. The Acromantula colony had killed Hagrid, but Grawp had smashed them underfoot, effectively ending that threat. He had also dealt with one of the four giants, before being taken down by another.

The Troll that Harry had defeated had clearly been the matriarch of the clan, as the rest had dispersed into the Forbidden Forest, apparently confused as to how they would continue without her.

Harry noticed Parvati and Seamus kneeling next to Dean's body, blood trickling from his mouth. Terry was consoling Padma a few feet away. He could hear Parvati's sobs, and wondered when they had started a relationship.

Harry stepped towards them, and Parvati looked up, a haunted look in her eyes. "I saw this in a Muggle medical magazine," she said. "Something about a heightened state of alertness," she murmured.

Harry's fears that she had gone insane were proved correct as she grabbed Dean's left hand and placed it against her right breast. When he continued to be dead, she somehow removed her bra without taking her shirt off, and put his hand up her shirt.

Seamus murmured something; Harry wasn't sure, but he thought it was, "Even in death, the lucky bastard. Luck of the Irish, my arse."

Harry looked on sadly as Parvati went further and further in her attempts to waken Dean by arousing his corpse, until he and Daphne walked on. The last thing he heard was the Indian girl muttering, "He always said he wanted to try anal."

He looked at Daphne thoughtfully. "At what point is that considered necrophilia?"

Daphne glared at him, before gasping. A quick Banishing Charm sent Fenrir into a wall. She then Transfigured a series of rubble pieces into silver spikes, before Banishing them at the werewolf.

"Astoria!" she cried as she ran towards her younger sister. "Are you alright?"

The darker haired sister glared playfully. "Absolutely stunning, my dear sister," she said dryly, before pulling up her pant leg, to reveal a bite mark on her thigh.

As Daphne fussed over her now-werewolf sister, Fred – or was it George? – ran to Harry.

"Harry!" he said, choking back a sob. "Charlie ... we lost him." His message given, the twin fell to the ground, exhausted mentally, emotionally, and physically.

Harry left Daphne with her sister, saying that he would bring Forge to his family, and console Sirius.

'Salazar's semen; what about Tonks and Teddy Jr.?' he cursed mentally. He had been named the Godfather of their son, as they had agreed that Sirius would corrupt him too much.

It had been obvious that they had just wanted a family for Harry.

Remus lay close to Charlie, the Weasleys and Blacks mourning nearby. Sirius was howling in anguish as Narcissa massaged his shoulders gently.

Suddenly, the voice of Tom Marvolo Riddle filled the school.

"Hello, citizens of Magical Britain! My name is Lord Voldemort - you might have heard of me. I must admit, you have fought bravely, and displayed courage and mental fortitude, the likes of which I have never seen before. Not even, unfortunately, from my own Death Eaters.

"But back on topic: this madness need not continue any further. All I require is Harry Potter. Give me Harry Potter, and we can settle this matter peacefully.

"Now, Harry Potter, I speak directly to-"

He was cut off as Harry cast the Sonorus Charm on himself. "Do you want to speak directly to me, Tommy? Then meet me as a man, or whatever you are, one against one, Mano e Mano. Me against you in front of everyone.

"Is that not what you want: a crowd to watch your greatest triumph? Your devices have all been destroyed; you are as mortal as I and everyone else is. If you want to talk to me, to my face ... I'll be waiting in the courtyard."

Harry ended his Charm to see everyone staring at him. Some stared in awe; some in disbelief (Bella asked, "He couldn't have made a speech like that before?"); Daphne and his Inner Circle glared at him.

"What was that all about?" Susan asked, her arms crossed under her chest.

"Exactly what I said," Harry answered calmly, unaffected by her cross expression. "I'm sick and tired of people that I care for dying for me, and the only way to end that is to kill Tom once and for all."

Daphne sighed at her stubborn husband. Though he was not her husband by law, nor even her fiancée, that was how she thought of him. "Fine, but I'm your second."

Harry shook his head. "Yeah, no," he answered. "You will be taking care of Tori, and Draco will be my second."

"What am I? Chopped liver?" Sirius asked.

"No, you're just a sausage," Harry replied, causing sniggers and a pout from his Godfather.

"That wasn't even that funny," Sirius complained quietly.

"Alright," Daphne conceded. Harry had known that she would want to take care of her baby sister. "But if you survive, you're sleeping on the couch for a month."

"I don't know if the couch is big enough for the both of us," he quipped, causing her to blush as he called her bluff.


Lord Voldemort led his depleted army to the Hogwarts courtyard. Harry was waiting for him, glaring at Molly and him in turn, and ignoring the other two dozen remaining Death Eaters.

Voldemort laughed maniacally.

Harry yawned. "Okay, now that that totally obligatory evil laugh is over with-"

Voldemort interrupted him. "What? That wasn't obligatory! I just laughed because you can't spell slaughter without laughter!" He laughed again.

Harry's brow furrowed in mock confusion. "Wait, wait, wait ... So does that mean that you think that all humans are overweight sea creatures, since you can't spells humanity without manatee?"

"That isn't how it-"

"Phonetically!" Harry added hurriedly.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort replied, but a boulder appeared in front of the jet of green light.

Molly, noticing the distraction, pointed her wand at Harry, but Bella muttered to herself, "Not my cousin, you bitch! Avada Kedavra!"

Molly Prewitt fell to the ground, unable to cast the spell which would have killed the Boy-Who-Lived.

The courtyard fell into anarchy as foes began to fight each other. Emmeline Vance killed a German wizard, who was descended from Grindelwald, and Daphne finally killed Lily Moon, after ensuring Tori's safety.

The remaining Death Eaters began to fall at a rapid pace, and the storm of spells and the darkness of the night sky allowed Harry the cover to begin a long, complicated series of wand movements and incantations.

As the dust finally cleared, Voldemort found himself alone, with over fifty opponents. He was about to Apparate away, when he heard Harry's voice finishing a spell in an unknown language.

"Ymene en ihtn wodet imsroh tfore wop taerg e ht gnisu, ero fereht!"

The Hammer of Thor came down upon the earth for the first time in millennia in the form of a giant lightning bolt that smote down Voldemort.

All that was left was a badly charred body. Just to make sure, Harry prodded the corpse with his foot. "Avada Kedavra!"

Now, he felt confident that Voldemort was dead.

He wavered from the Magical exhaustion, but was still able to silently summon the box that was in Potter Manor.

Daphne held him up, a wide smile gracing her features.

"One other thing, Daph," he murmured. He fell to one knee as the box landed in his hand. He popped open the box, and was about to say 'Will you do me the eternal favour of taking me as your husband?' but fainted partway through.

Instead, all he got was, "Will you do me?"

"Yes," Daphne muttered, tears coming down her cheeks.

Blaise looked confused. "I thought he had to sleep on the couch now?"

The others chuckled as they knelt down to check on Harry. In the distance, the Sun was on the horizon.

It was a new day.


A/N: I guess this is the part where I make excuses for the time between chapters: Boy Meets World marathon.

Thanks: With next chapter being the real epilogue (how many people thought that this was it?), I just really wanted to thank every single one of you for following this story, even back when the chapters where 2000 words.

Epilogue: Not sure when I'll have it finished, but I want to have the first chapter (at least) of my next story already done by then. Hopefully by the end of August. It depends on how much Boy Meets World is on, honestly.

Thor's Hammer: For those of you wanting to know what it says, the key to decoding it is Dumbledore's socks.

Highlight Death Real: Because I'm so morbid, here's a list of everyone killed in this story, including important characters from this chapter whose deaths were not mentioned:

Theodore Nott Jr.; Pansy Parkinson; Rudolphus Lestrange; Rabastan Lestrange; Albus Dumbledore; Luna Lovegood; Katie Bell; Fay Dunbar; Su Li; Mandy Brocklehurst; Hermione Granger; Ginevra; Albert Runcorn; Theodore Nott Sr.; Antonín Dolohov; Alecto Carrow; Ron Prewitt; Amycus Carrow; Gregory Goyle; Vincent Crabbe; Lavender Brown; John Dawlish; Ted Tonks; Severus Snape; Thorfinn Rowle; Filius Flitwick; Mama Troll; Baragog the Spider; Rubeus Hagrid; Grawp the Friendly Giant; Barnabus the Unfriendly Giant; Dean Thomas; Remus Lupin; Charlie Weasley; Molly Prewitt; and Lord Voldemort (Peter Pettigrew would be thrown the veil a week later after the declaration of Sirius' innocence).

Damn, that was more than I expected.

Wizard Swears: Just because I'm sure that the feminists out there will be upset because all of the curses revolve around male genitalia, I wanted to point out that the Wizards use ancient Wizards to swear, while Witches would have used ancient Witches' names. For example, Hannah or Tracey might have said "Circe's slit!" or "Medea's menopause!"

Lupin: Also, I'm sure people hate me for this, but it was either him or Sirius. I tried to keep to the canon Battle as much as I could.

Review: How was the final battle scene? Let me know that and your opinions on their occupations in eleven years (in my story, Harry doesn't wait seven years to knock his wife up. He might not even wait seven days).