The urgency of the day seemed to force time itself to move faster, as Neville stood on the covered bridge, looking out at the stone circle, a thick, knee-high fog shifting across the land as far as he could see. The young wizard was protected only by the teachers' enchantments surrounding the castle. Neville gripped his wand tight; sweat pouring from his body as shallow breaths desperately escaped him.
Thunder cracked and roared, and from the white mist, a thousand silhouettes could be seen approaching the school. Neville stood his ground, his expression becoming all the more focused and determined. Suddenly, a powerful force ripped through the sky, shattering Hogwarts's protective shields like glass, remnants of which rained down from the sky like golden snow. Neville's eyes widened as the horde of now-visible Death Eaters – fronted by Scabior Ulov – charged at him, flinging Stunning Spells and Killing Curses toward him.
Neville turned and ran, heading back across the covered bridge as he threw his own Stunning Spells and Knockback Jinxes across the walkway. The Death Eaters failed to realize however that Neville wasn't trying to throw spells at them. Instead, Neville had succeeded in igniting several Decoy Detonators and Instant Darkness Powder caches, discombobulating them. Then, with one final gesture of his wand, Neville performed the Fire-Making Spell and set the covered bridge alight. While the old bridge was sturdy enough to support the large mass of Death Eaters, it fell quickly to the fire as it, along with all the Death Eaters on the bridge, became consumed by bright orange flames.
Tim vigorously rubbed the soap against his flawless, perfectly chiseled body, in a desperate attempt to wash away the stench of weakness that had clearly taken hold of Tim from the years he'd spent surrounded by children and lesser beings. "Gotta get clean… gotta get clean…" Tim repeated. "So much weakness…"
Tim's mantra was brought to an end as Hermione rushed in, slipping in some soap and sliding across the floor, losing her balance as she fell into Tim's godly arms. Hermione blushed. "P-Professor…!"
"Hey…" Tim smiled. "Have you come to wash off the filth of weakness as well?"
"N-no." Hermione gasped, fighting off the urge to kiss him. "The fight's starting. I had to come and tell you. A-and… the Horcruxes… we've got some of them. I don't know if Dumbledore told you about them, but-"
"Don't worry. Dumbledead told me all about it." Tim said, a lone tear coming to his eye in remembrance of his fallen friend. "You need to destroy all the Horcruxes, don't you?" Tim let Hermione go, dropping the soap as he walked over and fetched Marvolo Gaunt's ring, giving it to her. "Don't put this on, or you'll get Wizard AIDS, or worse – expelled." Tim warned. Hermione nodded, taking the ring from Tim. "You stay safe, darlin'. I'll be out in a sec. I just need to finish here."
Hermione nodded once more, gathering up all of the Horcruxes as she left Tim, hopefully, she thought, for not the last time. "I love you…" Hermione whispered, though her words were unheard as Tim had started singing 'What's Up' by 4 Non Blondes.
"🎶And I say, hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah! I said hey, what's going on?!🎶"
From the other side of Hogwarts, Fenrir Greyback took a whiff of the smoke-filled air and howled with great vigor as he and his werewolf army charged across the embattlements from the Viaduct entrance. The bloodcurdling howl carried to the Entrance courtyard, further terrifying the already scared seventh-years.
"This is insane! We're all going to die!" Zacharias said quickly, sweat dripping from his body like he'd just been rained on. "We have to get out of here!"
"Calm down, Zacharias. We only have a chance if we stick together." McGonagall's voice cut through the chaos, attempting to calm the students, if only a little bit. It seemed to work on Lee Jordan and the rest of the students, but Zacharias didn't look at all ready to fight. In the distance, the sounds of the charging army could be heard. "We'll all be fine…" McGonagall spoke, a little quieter this time, as if only to convince herself.
"Look! Up there!" one of the students yelled, McGonagall turning to look up at the Astronomy Tower.
"Students!" Tim yelled, holding his hands to the blackened sky. "Lend me your energy!"
"Hey, it's Tim!" Lee cheered.
"What's he saying?"
"I don't know, but it looks like we're saved."
After several moments of standing atop the Astronomy Tower, Tim brought his hands back down with disappointment. "What? No energy?" he sighed. "Alright then," Tim jumped off the Astronomy Tower, gliding through the sky like a hyperbolic kite of dynamism and landing with a powerful thud in the courtyard. McGonagall rushed over to her ex-lover, instantly forgiving and forgetting all of the pain that Tim had caused her, instead relieved that Tim was there to save them. "Hey McDonald, what's good?" Tim greeted her coolly.
"Quickly, Tim! We need you! They've almost-" McGonagall was interrupted by Tim pressing a finger against her wet supple lips.
"Quiet down, baby. I'm here to make all the bad people go away. So you just take a rest and let me show you how it's done." Tim smiled, his deep baritone voice soothing the older woman's very soul. Then without hesitation, Tim turned towards the charging hordes of werewolves, who were now crossing the bridge coming up to the Entrance courtyard.
As soon as the werewolves caught sight of the lone man charging at them, they immediately felt a sense of dread as the man's amazing bloodlust seemed to overpower them. But they continued to charge nevertheless. After all, they thought, how hard could it be for an army of werewolves to defeat one Muggle?
It turned out for them, however, that if that one Muggle was Professor Tim Ihansha, then they had no chance at all.
Tim ran forward at full speed, slamming his body against the first few werewolves, the sound of breaking bones filling their ears. Tim then began to snap, rip, and tear apart any of the werewolves he could get his powerful vice-like hands on. Before long though, the number of werewolves surrounding Tim became too overwhelming, their claws digging into the Muggle's skin. Gold blood began to run from the Muggle's body, and Tim pulled back.
"So you're good enough to draw my blood?" Tim laughed. "Well let me reward you by showing you just how strong I am!" Tim yelled as he threw a few werewolves off of his body, sending them crashing into their kinsmen. Tim then reached out and grabbed one of his foes by the neck, lifting the now terrified werewolf a foot off the ground and then slamming its head back down to the stone floor, cracking the back of its skull open. Tim then stood up and began furiously punching and kicking at any of the creatures that got too close, eventually beginning to drive them back. The feeling of bones crunching and muscle tearing under his punches began to remind Tim of how much he loved the thrill of battle, and how much he had missed it in the past few years.
Tim was pulled from his reminiscing as he saw a claw swiping at his head, which he ducked under at the last minute as he sent two rib-crushing punches to the beast's ribs. As the werewolf began to crumple to the ground, Tim reached out and grabbed it by the head, which he then twisted right around, the popping and cracking sound of its grating spine sent chills through the werewolf onlookers, who had now started backing away from the Professor whose strength rivaled that of a legendary lethal landshark. The horrible grating was replaced with a moist tearing sound as Tim tore the head of the werewolf from its lifeless body.
"Who's next?!" Tim yelled as he waved around the bloody head, annoyed at the fact that the werewolves had eased up on their attack. "Come on guys! Let's have some fun!" Tim yelled as he threw the head directly at the other werewolves in a bid to provoke them.
Seeing their Professor have such a dominating upper hand over their foes, Lee Jordan and the rest of the students had a renewed sense of confidence, and began rushing from the confines of the courtyard to the Viaduct, wands drawn, in order to lend their assistance to their teacher.
The students began to spam the Stunning Spell as though it was their best and only offensive option, and faced with this sight, the werewolves' instinct of self-preservation kicked in and they began to back away further. Tim continued to pummel one of the werewolves into a bloody pulp, and by the time he'd finished, the rest of them had retreated.
"We've done it!" some of the students were yelling. "We can win this!"
But Tim knew that the battle wouldn't be so easily won. He could already hear the next obstacle making its way toward them. Thunderous evenly spaced thuds echoed throughout the school as giants emerged from the shadows. Some wielding clubs wearing minimal protective clothing, while others were cloaked in fire, or were pale white and extruding an icy mist from their bodies.
Tim's eyes narrowed as the students stepped back in fear. Zacharias turned to flee, but Tim grabbed him by the head. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Screw this! I'm gettin' outta here!" Zacharias trembled.
"You're either with us or against us, Zacharias. What's it gonna be?" Tim asked, letting go of his head as he faced him back towards the giants.
Zacharias breathed shakily, once again turning to flee as Tim pushed him, causing the traitorous student to stumble quickly towards the giants, toppling over like the sad, pathetic person he was. Zacharias was instantly reduced to a bloody smear as his body was decimated by a giant's club.
McGonagall's resolve hardened, her wand alight with red energy beaming from the tip. Her bewitched stone knights quickly came from the courtyard to the front line, filling out the ranks with the Hogwarts students behind them.
The giant of skin and bone simply roared, bashing apart two of the knights as McGonagall stepped forward; throwing spells like the Expulso Curse and the Impediment Jinx at the giants, though neither spell seemed to have much effect. A ball of fire rushed past McGonagall and her knights, lighting Lee Jordan aflame. Tim's eyes widened; as quickly as the fire burst forth, it dissipated, leaving Lee lying face-up on the ground.
Tim rushed over to Lee, the poor boy shaking as his body was covered with burns. "Lee!" Tim called, lifting his right hand to cup the student's head.
"Pop!" Lee quivered. "P-pop!"
"Pop." Tim said back. "Pop what?" Tim asked. "Pop what?" But it was too late. Lee Jordan let out one last sigh and closed his eyes. "What is he trying to say?!" Tim screeched. "Pop what, Lee?!"
McGonagall threw another Impediment Jinx, this time at the frost giant, who staggered back, suddenly becoming very dazed. The frost giant stumbled, falling from the wall to its death.
The fire giant threw another fireball at the remaining students. Tim stood up, nostrils flaring as he threw himself at the fireball. Tim was caught in the blast, which would have killed anyone else outright, but not Tim. Tim pushed through the fireball, ascending into the sky as he launched himself at the fire giant's chest. As Tim made contact, it was as though the wind, or rather the fire, had been knocked out of the giant. The giant staggered back, and much like the first, toppled from the wall to its death.
Tim scraped through with minor burns, brushing himself down as more giants became visible through the darkness. McGonagall continued to throw spells from her wand as more giants made their way onto the bridge. The more human-like giants seemed to take the spells with ease, whereas the elemental giants were easy prey to the Blasting Curse and Impediment Jinx.
The stone knights however, were quickly getting ripped apart by the giants' wild swings of their clubs and as more of them kept coming from out of the shadows, even Tim started to get a little nervous. He couldn't fight at full power without endangering the students.
Tim turned to the students. "Fall back!" he shouted.
McGonagall nodded, "Quickly students, into the castle!" she called.
As soon as Tim turned to evacuate the rest of the students, he stopped. A cold sweat started to break out over his body. He sensed an enormous energy drawing nearer and nearer. Then finally he saw a red glow rising up from where the balustrade had fallen away, growing brighter and brighter as it rose into the sky, a daunting figure sitting within its own flames in an almost meditative state.
Tim's eyes widened as he finally recognized the figure.
"I thought I killed you…" Tim muttered with disbelief.
Levitating above the heads of the giants, who also seemed to be staring in awe, surrounded with the aura and serenity of a thousand Buddhas was the Goblin of Fire. Fiery orange eyes fell on Tim's as though they were looking at an old friend. The Goblin then slowly descended down onto the Viaduct towards Tim. As the Goblin's feet touched the ground, he extended his hand towards Tim, who took it out of mutual respect and friendship.
"It's good to see you again," Tim smiled, "but I think we'll need to put our rematch on hold for a bit. At least until these guys are taken care of…" Tim said, motioning towards the giants, who were now starting to regain composure and continue their advance on Hogwarts. "Well, what do you say, bro? Are you up for it?" Tim asked.
The Goblin of Fire simply nodded his head and turned to face the giant hordes.
Tim looked over his shoulder, seeing that all of the students had successfully retreated into the relative safety of the Entrance Hall. It looked like, Tim thought, he could finally go all-out, now that he didn't need to worry about the safety of any of the students.
"You take the ones on the left, and I can handle the ones on the right." Tim said to his battle buddy.
And at that, the Goblin of Fire and Tim charged forward directly into the midst of the giants. The giants were taken aback by the sudden assault. Tim pushed forward, relentlessly punching and ripping the flesh of the giants like some loco locomotive of lacerations, while the Goblin darted from giant to giant, scorching them and burning their skin. Even the fire giants withered away from the Goblin's blazing heat. The sound of crunching bones, boiling blood and screams of agony filled Tim's ears, and before long, the number of giants began to thin out as they too were pushed back from the Viaduct.
As the giants tried to retreat, Tim saw his last chance, so he sprinted forward at a speed so fast that even the Goblin was surprised. Tim then jumped straight at the chest of one of the giants, forcing his way into the beast's chest cavity. The other giants turned around to see why their friend was taking so long to run away. Then, only when he was sure all the other giants were looking, Tim shot out his muscular arms and legs with such force from within the giant's chest that the giant's body exploded into a mass of blood, chunks of flesh raining down from the sky. The other giants looked on in horror, some of them vomiting or fainting, as standing there where their friend had just been completely obliterated was a blood-covered Tim, like some kind of demonic fetus.
"Get out of here, you goons! Don't let me catch you 'round these parts again!" Tim shouted at the giants who were still on their feet. The giants proceeded to run as fast as they ever had, some being knocked over the edge of the Viaduct in the panic.
"Well that takes care of that." Tim said, turning to the Goblin of Fire as he wiped some of the blood out of his eyes. The Goblin of Fire looked at Tim with a slight sense of fear after having witnessed his act of brutality, but he understood that the man was only trying to protect the things that he loved. "I should be able to handle the rest from here." Tim told him, flashing the Goblin a pearly white smile, "But after this is over, how about you and I have a rematch?"
The Goblin of Fire simply smiled, nodding in acceptance as he looked off into the distance, before once again rising into the air, disappearing in a trail of flames that brought light to the darkened sky.
From Tim's vantage point, there were no more Death Eaters, werewolves or giants trying to make their way into the school, but Tim knew that didn't mean it was over. The howling of wind tried desperately to drown out all other sounds as Tim quickly made his way back into the Entrance courtyard, intent on lending a hand to whoever else needed it.
As he made his way in however, Fenrir Greyback jumped down from atop the cloister, knocking Tim to the ground, baring his fangs. "You thought you got rid of me, didn't you?" Greyback hissed. "Thought I'd leave in disgrace after you killed most of my brethren?!" Greyback kicked Tim in the face. "You're not worthy to be turned, you filthy Muggle-"
The doors to the Entrance Hall suddenly burst open, and Dobby the House Elf appeared, blowing Greyback into the wall by merely clicking his fingers. "You shall not harm Tim Ihansha! Tim Ihansha was Dumbledore's friend, and Tim Ihansha was nice to Dobby!"
Greyback grunted, recovering quickly. "Now!" he hissed.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A jet of green light burst forth from the shadows, striking Dobby as the poor house elf dropped to the floor. "Dobby!" Tim shouted, turning in the direction of where the spell came from. Wormtail stepped out of the shadows revealing himself to be the perpetrator of the attack.
"You!" Tim shouted. Tim rushed toward Wormtail, who tried throwing another Killing Curse. Tim dodged, knocking the wand from his human hand with a simple elbow to the wrist. Wormtail's own eyes widened as it looked like he'd lost control of his silver hand, as it fervently reached for Tim neck. Tim ducked underneath and struck Wormtail's chest with his palm, causing the rat-like man to momentarily fly through the air and collide with Greyback.
Before either Death Eater could recover, Tim was already upon them, and had grabbed both of them by their heads. Tim then brought his two hands together, literally smushing Greyback and Wormtail together into a single person.
A growl bubbled from within the conjoined mess that was Greyback and Wormtail's shared form, before the bodily mess simply toppled over.
Tim rushed back over to Dobby, taking the tiny, lifeless body into his arms and cradling it, sobbing softly. "It was too soon for you, little one. I should have been the one to die…" Tim blubbered, pressing his lips against Dobby's forehead. Sorrow welled up inside of him as he was instantly brought back to that fateful day when Voldemort had killed his sister Jemma. He was holding Dobby in very much the same way that he'd held his sister. Tim sniffed, tears running from his eyes. "I couldn't save her… and I couldn't save you…!" Tim cried out with more intensity "I'm sorry… I'm so, so sorry!"
All of a sudden, Tim's tears began to feel warmer, as if he was physically crying out his sorrow. He held Dobby closer still, letting his tears fall over his fallen friend as eventually, the tingling warm sensation subsided.
"Tim's squeezing Dobby too tight…!" croaked a small voice from within Tim's muscular arms.
Tim's eyes widened, loosening his grip and looking down into his arms to find Dobby's big round eyes staring back at him.
"Dobby! I thought I lost you!" Tim yelled out, his tears of sorrow becoming tears of joy. He lifted up the tiny elf and kissed him lovingly on the forehead.
A few students had come out from the Entrance hall to bear witness to the Muggle Miracle, including Lavender Brown, whom, had it not been for Tim, would have surely fallen prey to Fenrir Greyback instead.
"Wait, he was hit by the Killing Curse, how did he come back to life?" Lavender asked in utter disbelief.
Tim set Dobby down as he got to his feet, running a hand across his chest. "When I first arrived at Hogwarts, Dumbledeceased entrusted me to help him protect some red stone. He told me that Voldemort was not to get his hands on it, so I hid it in the only place where Voldemort couldn't get it: inside me."
McGonagall ran back out into the courtyard, having overheard Tim's story. "What do you mean?" she asked.
Tim turned to her. "I ate it."
McGonagall's eyes went wide, the wrinkles in her face pulling taut. "You ate the Philosopher's Stone…?"
Tim nodded. "Yep. That's why my blood's gold. And I guess my tears can bring people back to life too." Tim shrugged. "Pretty neat, huh?"
Harry and Hermione ascended from the Boathouse steps, rushing into the Entrance courtyard. "Tim!" Hermione called, suddenly freezing at the sight of Tim's horrific appearance – his naked body covered liberally in the blood of werewolves and giants. "Oh my God, are you okay?!"
"Yeah, it's mostly werewolf blood and giant guts. Great for getting out stains." Tim turned to the two students. "But where have you two been?"
"We had a run-in with Crabbe and Goyle." Harry told him.
Hermione nodded. "But we've found the last of the Horcruxes. Now we just need to destroy them, and then we can end this."
"We'll go to the Clock Tower and see if any other students need help." McGonagall said to them. "Potter, Granger, Tim… please be careful…"
Tim nodded as his ex-lover Apparated away with Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, leaving Tim, Hermione, Harry and Dobby standing alone in the courtyard, amongst the smell of ash and scattered debris. Tim dropped down to one knee, placing a hand on Dobby's shoulder. "You should get inside too, Dobby." Tim suggested.
Dobby's eyes shone with a vibrant yearning for Tim. "Dobby won't forget what Tim's done. Never."
Tim smiled as Dobby too Apparated away, clicking his fingers as he disappeared in a swirl of white light. Tim's smile faded as he turned away, closing his eyes and tensing his fists.
"Professor…" Hermione muttered as though she could feel his pain.
"You guys do what you can here. Help the others fight, or destroy the Horcruxes." Tim said as he started to leave.
"Professor, where are you going?" Hermione asked.
"Even if we did everything we could here, Voldemort's still alive. So until he's killed, the fight's not over." Tim opened his eyes, only to narrow them. "I can feel it…! It's like he's waiting for me…"
"I can sense him too…" Harry said.
Tim turned to him. "Nuh-uh, Harry. You're not strong enough to sense Power Levels yet. You can't even fire a Ki blast."
"But I-" Harry attempted to explain, only to find himself backhanded by Tim.
"No." Tim said bluntly.
"He's right." Seamus piped up, the rest of the students applauding Tim.
"All of you should stay here. I'll finish Voldemort myself."
"Professor, I'm the one that Voldemort wants. I should go with you."
Tim worked himself up into a completely unreasonable rage. "You think it's all about you, don't you?!" Tim snapped. "Well listen to this:" Tim took a large breath of air, before screaming at the top of his lungs. After several moments, Tim turned away, quietly walking in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.
Minarets of dust twisted up from the ground as spells were flung back and forth by Dumbledore's Army, led by McGonagall, facing what was left of Voldemort's Death Eaters. Tim's presence and prowess had withdrawn the majority of Voldemort's forces from Hogwarts, though there was still a small force of Death Eaters engaged in battle at the Clock Tower Courtyard.
McGonagall expertly disarmed Pius Thicknesse and then knocked him out with the Stunning Spell, Luna dodging Bellatrix's Cruciatus Curse. Lavender threw the Full Body-Bind Curse at Jugson, who dropped to the ground, completely immobilized. Bellatrix was then hit by several Stunning Spells thrown by Parvati and Ginny, though unlike Pius, Bellatrix did not fall unconscious, only staggering back, almost losing her footing over the scattered rubble and debris.
In spite of this however, Bellatrix cackled gleefully, her insanity becoming all the more evident. "Expelliarmus!" Bellatrix roared, successfully disarming McGonagall, before getting struck down by four successive Stunning Spells thrown by Luna, Lavender, Parvati and Ginny, jets of red light smacking her in the stomach as she collapsed.
Just as McGonagall went to retrieve her wand, she and the others froze, the already chilling midnight air becoming much colder. McGonagall shivered, looking out towards the remnants of the covered bridge, ghostly figures floating through the air towards them.
Dementors.
Just when all hope seemed lost however, and a large swarm of Dementors seemed poised to rip the souls out of Hogwarts' defenders, an intense shockwave of blue light ripped across the courtyard and Bartemius appeared, wand poised, alongside several Aurors.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Alongside Bartemius, the Aurors each conjured up a powerful Patronus, or spirit guardian, each looking as though they were covered in a glass-like down, resembling a lynx, wolf, and ox respectively. McGonagall grabbed her wand and then joined the Aurors by conjuring her own Patronus, a cat.
The Dementors were pushed back, roaring as they tried desperately to feed off of the Patronuses to no avail. The Patronuses kept charging forward, pushing the Dementors out of sight, the light from each Patronus fading away into the night.
The dark and gloomy forest was the perfect fit for a final showdown between good and evil, certainly better than the Entrance courtyard or Great Hall. Voldemort looked out through the fog, his three remaining Death Eaters, Narcissa Malfoy, Jandakot Aerportum, and Evocatus Bucinum standing with him. The other Death Eaters had either all met their fate at the hands of Neville on the covered bridge, were subdued by McGonagall, or fled after witnessing Tim's awesome might.
Suddenly, a completely gorgeous, impeccably handsome man broke through the trees, passing through the fog and into the clearing, a vape in Tim's hand. "Suh, dude. Soz about the smoke. Just took a fat rip from my custom-made vape. Ya understand, eh?" Tim quickly put the vape away.
"Tim Ihansha…" Voldemort spoke softly. "You've been a thorn in my side for too long…"
"You killed my sister-"
"She was a Muggle. She deserved it. You should've learned by now that Muggles are inferior to Wizards."
"You aren't a Wizard, Voldemort. You're not even human. A human would have some sort of compassion. You just kill for the sake of killing."
"Your heroic act is starting to wear thin. You're a killer, just like me. You remember the war, don't you? Hydra?"
"I kill to protect, you kill to destroy. That's where our similarities end."
"You know how else we're different?" Voldemort asked, his lips curling into a smile. "I'm alive and you're dead. Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light burst forth from Voldemort's wand, striking Tim in the chest, the Professor standing for a few moments, before falling flat on his face. Voldemort's eyes widened, lips trembling as he felt – for reasons unknown to him – a little weaker. "Is he…?" Voldemort whispered.
"Tim, no!" Harry yelled, revealing himself to Voldemort. Instinctively, Voldemort fired off a Killing Curse at Harry, who had no time to react, the young boy dropping to the ground, his body rolling to a stop near Tim's. Voldemort dropped to his knees, coughing up a severe amount of blood onto the floor, sweat pouring down his frame.
"My Lord, are you alright?!" Jandakot called, rushing to his side and helping him up.
"Y-yes, I'm fine, I'm…" Voldemort paused. It finally dawned on him that both Harry Potter and Tim Ihansha were dead. "I'm great, I'm… fantastic…! This… this has to be what it's like to be… happy, right…?" Voldemort turned, looking to Jandakot with almost yearning eyes. It was the first time that Voldemort had ever experienced anything resembling joy.
Neither Voldemort nor any of his Death Eaters noticed a faint red aura beginning to emanate from Tim's body.
It was several moments before, out of the corner of her eye, Narcissa noticed the change in Tim's condition, and quickly went over to check. When she'd only made it halfway to Tim, she gasped, seeing his hands curl into fists as the aura intensified.
Narcissa staggered back in fear. "M-my Lord…!" she trembled.
"What is it, Narcissa!?" Voldemort snapped back, the malice in his voice cutting through his newfound happy mood.
"It's the Muggle. Tim. He isn't dead…!" Narcissa said, fear making her voice tremble.
Voldemort pushed Jandakot out of the way so that he could have a clear view of his fallen enemies, and he too saw the red aura around the fallen Muggle radiate. He stared on in disbelief as Tim's muscular back began to flex, and even though he was face-down in the dirt, Voldemort felt an intense pang of fear pierce right through his being.
"I killed you! I finally killed you! Why can't you just stay dead?!" Voldemort screamed, stomping the ground like a child having a tantrum.
As if he were responding to Voldemort's cries, Tim slowly moved his arms to push himself up off the ground and onto his feet. As he rose, the red aura grew even more intense, until it was a bright pulsating light that hummed with energy.
The expression on his face was eerily calm and composed, though his eyes continued to show that gloriously reverent passion. Tim began walking towards Voldemort.
Voldemort let loose an unholy yell. "Kill him! Kill him!" he roared, firing another Killing Curse straight at Tim's chest, but Tim kept walking forward, unfazed by Voldemort's attack. Jandakot and Bucinum began firing Killing Curses at Tim too, but just like Voldemort's, they had absolutely no effect on Tim.
Tim kept walking forward, slowly and confidently, as green light splashed against his body. Tim suddenly let loose his own roar, a Power Shriek, dust kicking itself up from the ground, as Jandakot and Bucinum were knocked to the ground, wands flying from their hands. They got up, charging forward through the dust and fog as Tim brought one of his arms out to his side, literally punching, not chopping, Jandakot in half. Tim then pulled his right leg back, before sweeping it forward, his kick slashing right through Bucinum's stomach, splitting him in half too.
The two Death Eaters dropped to the ground, their warm blood running onto the cool, damp dirt. Voldemort snarled, firing off another Killing Curse, which Tim took. Narcissa staggered back as Voldemort yelled "I will kill you, Muggle!", firing a Killing Curse straight through Narcissa's back.
Tim remained unfazed, dodging the flash of green by tilting his head to the side.
By now, Voldemort was backed up against a large tree, Tim drawing closer. Voldemort was utterly vexed by the situation; if it weren't for this single Muggle then he would have taken over the Wizarding World, but instead he was reduced to cowering in fear from the man. Voldemort pointed his wand with the intention of firing another Killing Curse, but before he could, Tim rushed forward and gripped his iron fist around the end of Voldemort's wand. As Voldemort cast the curse, Tim's vice-like grip on the wand's tip caused the spell to become nullified, its remnants ricocheting off behind him, shattering the wand into hundreds of pieces and slamming Voldemort hard against the trunk of the tree. Tim once again simply shrugged off the effects of the spell.
Before Voldemort could react, Tim lifted his right knee and brought his leg down hard, kicking Voldemort in his knee, causing the bone to shatter. Voldemort let out a cry of agony as he crumpled to the ground.
"Why…?" Voldemort choked out, "Why won't you die…? Y-you're j-just a Muggle…"
Tim looked down at Voldemort. His pathetic tone of voice almost drew pity from Tim. Voldemort was beaten. That much was obvious. And yet… he still hadn't learned. Tim's eyes seemed to burn into Voldemort's, his voice coming from deep within his very soul.
"You can't kill what I am. What I represent. You think power can be found with some wand, or with legions of wizards under your control? Real power comes from within. You've just been too blind to realize. You've hidden behind your magic and cast aside your soul. Magical or not, you've forgotten what it is, what it means to be human. You've let hate and fear be what drives you. You don't know what real strength is. Real strength is the will to keep fighting against people like you, and you'll never understand that. That's why if I let you go, and you ran away and trained for every day of your life, you still wouldn't compare to me."
"Please let me go…" Voldemort begged softly, "I'll change my evil ways! I-I see how strong Muggles are now!"
Tim's eyes narrowed. "Once a killer, always a killer…" Tim reached forward, his powerful hands reaching around Voldemort's cold, pale neck. "This is for Jemma…!" Tim tightened his grip, the sound of cartilage grinding against itself filling the forest. Voldemort let out a defiant groan as his crimson eyes bulged, desperately struggling against Tim to no avail. Silver blood began to run from Voldemort's eyes as they suddenly popped from their sockets, dangling down by their optic nerve.
Tim removed his hands from Voldemort's neck, looking up toward the sky, as the most radiant smile you've ever seen crossed his face. The Warrior Spirit inside his heart began to settle. It was the first time since his sister's death that Tim could truly rest.
Slow, gentle movements allowed Tim to rise to his feet, pulling Voldemort's corpse up by his clothing as he found a nearby branch, choosing to impale Voldemort's body with it, the Dark Lord totally and completely emasculated, hanging helplessly from the tree.
Tim walked over to Harry's body, turning him over so that Harry's head faced his, as he allowed thoughts of his sister to fill up his mind, and tears of passion and love to fill his eyes as they spilled onto Harry's body. Harry's spirit returned as his consciousness stirred.
"Wha…?" Harry's voice slurred, unfocused and hoarse. As memories of his death returned to him, he sat up quickly, expecting to fight Voldemort, only to find his body impaled onto a tree. The state of Voldemort's body was too much for Harry, who doubled over and started vomiting onto the ground. Tim looked down at him.
"Come on, Harry. It's over now. Everything's gonna be okay." Tim smiled, offering a hand for Harry to take. Harry's heartbeat began to settle as the young boy accepted his teacher's hand.
The night was long and filled with struggle, turmoil and loss, but as the sun rose, once again bathing the land in a warm glow, the staff and students of Hogwarts, along with its allies, stood watch, waiting with baited breath for Tim's return.
Emerging from the Forbidden Forest, Harry couldn't quite wrap his head around the fact that Voldemort had been killed. To Harry, it just seemed like Voldemort would always be there, a persistent threat. "I don't believe it…" Harry mumbled to himself.
"Well…" Tim began to surmise, "I showed him…"
"Professor…?" Harry had finally gotten up the courage to ask Tim what exactly transpired in the Forbidden Forest.
"Yes?" Tim asked, his voice much kinder than it had ever been.
"How did you survive?" Harry asked, the question hanging in the air for a long time. "I-I watched you die…"
"Hmm…" Tim turned away, putting a finger to his lips in thought. "I don't really know for sure, but I guess… I just wasn't ready to give up yet. I'd gotten so close, and Voldemort was right there. I couldn't give up. I couldn't let myself slip away. I had to kill him."
Harry's face darkened as he looked off into the distance. "After death, it's not all darkness, is it? I… I went somewhere… met someone…"
"Who?"
"Professor Dumbledore."
"And?"
Harry swallowed. "He told me something. Something about… the two of us…"
"Yeah?" Tim asked. Tim had never been this quiet, this interested in what Harry had to say. It seemed strange to him, as though Tim had become a completely different person.
"He said that… you and I… were Horcruxes… that when Voldemort killed your sister, you became one, and when Voldemort killed my mother, I became one. That's why we've both been able to sense Voldemort. We've had that connection with him even if we didn't know it."
"So… what you're saying is… a part of Voldemort's soul is inside both of us?"
Harry nodded, but he looked quite nervous. "Well… Professor Dumbledore said that when Voldemort used the Killing Curse on me, the Horcrux inside me was destroyed, but with you…" Harry trailed, Tim once again turning to look at his student. "Dumbledore told me that he gave you something in my first year, the Philosopher's Stone, which I'd read about, and… he said that you… ate it…"
Tim nodded. "That's right. He wanted me to keep it safe."
"Well, supposedly, the Philosopher's Stone could be used to create the Elixir of Life, and somehow, by eating it, your body was able to harness that power. When you died in the Forbidden Forest, the Horcrux in you wasn't destroyed, because the Stone had saved you, and you as a receptacle weren't destroyed beyond repair."
Tim looked up into the sky. "So I still have a part of Voldemort inside me…" he mused, before shrugging and looking back at Harry a few moments later, "That's fine."
"Really? Y-you don't mind having a part of your sister's killer inside you?"
"Harry, the only way for him not to be a part of me is if I died, which – let's face it – probably isn't gonna happen." Tim smiled, daring to tempt fate. Tim knew however that fate was weak, and that he'd punch fate in the face with his leg.
Tim and Harry drew closer, walking along the Viaduct as they were spotted by Neville, who yelled "Look! Tim's returned!" with his long bottom shaking about. The rest of Hogwarts erupted into a cheer, knowing even without Tim announcing it, that he had succeeded in killing Voldemort.
Tim turned to Harry. "Smile to the crowd, Harry." Tears began to run down Harry's pale face as Tim chuckled. "Silly, Harry. I said smile, not cry."
"All my friends are dead…" Harry sobbed, his mind wandering to images of Ron, Cedric, Dumbledore, and the multitude of students whose lives had been lost in the Battle of Hogwarts.
Tim looked down at Harry, not wanting to see the boy's tears. Tim dropped to one knee, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry, look at me." Tim said softly. Harry sniffed, his diaphragm beginning to spasm. "I've been in lots of wars, and you probably think with how I act that I've gotten used to it all, but the truth is… I haven't. I've lost so many people that I loved. My parents, my sister, my best friend. It doesn't get any easier. But I know that none of them would want me to be sad. They'd want me to keep on living for them. That's the best way, I think. The best way to honor people that you've lost is to live a good life."
Harry suddenly broke, bursting into tears and wailing like an infant. Tim took Harry into his powerful, masculine, dried-blood-covered arms and held him to his chest. "It should've been me…" Harry whispered.
Tim wiped Harry's tears away. "No more crying, Harry. Live. Live because you have a life worth living."
Harry nodded as Tim set him down, the Professor making his way further towards the castle. It was in that moment that Harry finally understood what Cedric had said all those years ago, and Harry himself muttered in kind, "I love that man…"
It was a rather strange feast that night. Feelings of happiness and sadness clashed and mixed with the aromas of pumpkin juice and Spotted Dick. The students were happy that the fighting was over, but mournful because so many of their friends had lost their lives.
Hermione had succeeded in destroying the rest of Voldemort's Horcruxes, leaving Tim as the only surviving Horcrux.
Tim entered, having cleaned his magnificent body of the giants' blood and battle sweat, and it seemed as though all eyes in the room had fallen to Tim. McGonagall sat in Dumbledore's old seat, and Bartemius in hers.
"My eyes are up here." Tim motioned, noticing that all of the girls and some of the guys were staring at his vibrant crotch. Tim then took his place at the High Table in the Great Hall next to McGonagall.
McGonagall cleared her throat, rising to her feet. "Tonight, we honor the tremendous loss at the hands of Lord Voldemort and his army, and celebrate the fact that if it were not for the sacrifices that so many of our students made, then you and I would not be sitting here now. But I think all of us owe a great deal to Tim, because if it were not for him, our chances of winning would have been quite slim. So, I hope you'll join me in a toast," McGonagall raised her glass "to Tim Ihansha."
The rest of the students and staff stood up, glasses and goblets in hand as their voices echoed "To Tim…!"
Tim smiled and nodded, knowing he deserved the adoration, as he and the rest of the congregation began the feast.
Tim was tired, and despite the magnificent spread in front of him, he just wasn't in the mood to eat. It was a feeling he couldn't quite describe. He'd spent so many years training, working to avenge his sister and defeat Voldemort, and now that he'd finally done it, he'd felt like a piece of himself had been put to rest. Tim licked his lips, quietly getting up from his seat as the rest of the staff and students were busy eating.
Moving away from the High Table, he stepped down off the platform, walking in-between the Ravenclaw and Slytherin tables as he made his way out the doors. A few students noticed Tim walk by, but thought nothing of it, as Tim was someone who usually did whatever he felt like.
Tim moved out into the Entrance courtyard. The cawing and cooing of birds in the distance took Tim's mind away from the rubble strewn around the courtyard. Tim walked out into the moonlight, suddenly hearing the sound of rushing footsteps behind him.
"Professor, wait!"
Tim turned around and saw Hermione approach, a smile quickly coming to his face. "Miss Granger. Is everything okay?"
"You killed Voldemort. You've avenged your sister. So is that it? Are you leaving now?" she asked.
Tim chuckled, admiring the fact that Hermione obviously cared about him. "Of course not. I still have to teach you lot. I'm not leaving here until you've all graduated from here, at least. Now run along and finish your dinner, Miss Granger."
"You can call me Hermione, i-if you want…" she mumbled, her cheeks reddening.
"Only if you call me Tim." He smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth.
"Deal. Tim." She smiled back.
"Then I'll see you in class, Hermione."
To everyone who has stuck with this story all the way to the end, thank you. I hope you enjoyed it.
Tim Ihansha will return.