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Chapter 34: The Final Fight

Ulquiorra's POV

I smile at my sister as I braid Lunarflowers into her hair. Her crown lays on the table next to us, ready to be put on its princess. Mine lies next to hers. In upcoming fight, Souske has implored us to wear them, so as to show the world who they're dealing with. I don't really understand his thoughts but whatever. "U'ra?"

"Yes."

"Will you let me do your hair?"

"How? It is too short."

"No it's not when you stop suppressing Mum's genes."

"But I do not wish to look like a girl."

"You won't. Now, Ulquiorra, Ulquiorra let down your hair!"

I scowl and do as she asks, opening my eyes to see my hair falling in front of my face. "Now, what?"

"Now I pull it back like I used to for Ichigo and Ichimaru. I wish their hair was long again."

"I am going to ignore that statement as you probably had a sexual motive behind it."

"I did not."

"Whatever you say, Keta. Whatever you say." She laughs and pulls my hair back, tying it with a green ribbon. "Thank you."

"It was nothing, brother."

"That is never going to be old."

"Yes it will."

"No it will not, because you are my sister. And whether you like it or not, I love you more than everyone minus Lilie."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Good. Cause I love you too." She lifts up my crown and places it on my head, fixing it there with magic. "Even before you had this. Before you were my brother."

Voldemort's POV

"Souske, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes," my friend says, normally brown eyes flashing the ominous red of his mate's species as his fragile humanity falters for a moment.

"What about the children?"

"If one of them wants to do something, then they all will. Especially when it's Keta."

Before I have time to ask another question, the children come in bearing their crowns proudly. Ulquiorra's hair has grown long, waist length and is tied back by a silk ribbon. Beautiful flowers are braided into Keta's, shining against the four different colors that run throughout her silken locks. Ichigo's and Ichimaru's are also long, and the former's complexion looks paler as if he had died. Byakuya's eyes are a vibrant shade of purple, the exact same color as the ribbon that holds back his hair. María and Toushiro seem to be the only ones who haven't changed beyond the clothing they now wear.

"Are we ready to leave?" I ask and smile when I receive conformation. "Then let's go."

Keta's POV

We walk into the courtyard of Hogwarts, high spirits in place. The doors open without resistance as we continue inside to the Great Hall where the remaining students, the aurors, teachers, order members and shinigami are waiting. "Hiya! How have you guys been?" I giggle and swing my brother's hand back and forth.

"Ulquiorra!"

"What? Saya gave me marshmallows."

"Szayzel!"

"What?" He throws his hands up in defense. "He and Keta were being good earlier. If you want them to still be good during their tests, give them candy."

"What tests?" Juushiro asks, a puzzled expression on his face.

"We get weekly evaluations to see if we're getting better," I elaborate but this is still not enough for the others.

"Getting better?"

"I'm bipolar," U'ra says, giggling gaily.

"And I'm a schizophrenic with mild suicidal tendencies, but we…"

"Both have Posttraumatic Stress Disorder." We finish together.

"H-how? What happened?" Isshin asks.

"Well…" Ulquiorra starts, "my father, how I loathe calling him that, didn't like me, our little sister, Violetta or our mother very much. He really wanted to kill me but couldn't 'cause of an angel named Uriel who wanted to kill my mother first…"

"And he did kill Mum. But that was foolish 'cause Mums an archangel, and archangels don't take well to dying. Isn't that right, brother?"

"Yep! You don't take well to dying either… how many times is it now?"

"Upwards of two thousand times. Probably closer to three thousand now." Our friends gape at us. "What? I don't like dying… but sometimes you've just gotta…" I slide a finger across my neck in imitation of a knife, smiling sweetly at the horrified expressions on the younger.

"Sou-chan?" U'ra murmurs just audible for the rest of the room. "Can we?"

"Can you what?"

"Can we kill?" His eyes turn crimson, mirroring my own and my Kitzan's.

"I suppose. You have been rather good as of late." He sighs. "You may kill." I smirk. I have awaited this moment and I intend to seize it.

Severus' POV

An odd predatory gleam alights the siblings' eyes, turning them to the color of blood. A color I feel we shall all become quite familiar with tonight. They smile manically, fangs pearly and sharp. An odd almost silvery whispering laugh bubbles up from their laugh, spilling from their mouths with a manic air. And to complete the awful image, they throw their heads back, letting the laughter become that much creepier.

When their fit subsides, Ulquiorra pulls out his zanpactou, giving it a loving caress before setting it down gently. "We will play now, mother," the say to the sword as it breaks apart, reshaping and reforming into a woman who looks like the younger manic.

"Yes, you will, my angels." Her green eyes glow with motherly pride as she steps back, putting a slim finger to her lips to tell us to be silent. "Let them choose who they will. Getting in their way is a terrible idea. They get their temper from Lucy and my brother, Castiel."

"Actually," Aizen says, "I think they get it from Kokabiel and Ithuriel."

"Wouldn't surprise me."

Keta giggles at her mother then holds out a hand for her brother. "Verion?"

"Luna."

A bright light surrounds the two, turning every surface into light. When it fades, two teens, no doubt the siblings: one with lower back length black hair and the same acid green eyes that are so distinctive to him and the other with short, spikey blond hair, an sapphire eye shut tight as she ties an eye patch on. "I'm sorry," Ulquiorra whispers.

"Why?"

"For taking out your eye."

"I don' mind." They leave it at that, bright smiles luminous. "Salazar wanna play too?"

"Sure," the dark prince answers, smiling widely.

"Mistique?" the younger angel asks.

"No, I'll let you play."

"Kay!"

Luna throws a slender hand, grinning widely when an auror falls to the ground choking on nothing. Ulquiorra mirrors her movement but with a clenched fist at the end, laughing when an order member slams into the wall and falls to the ground like his comrade dying instantly. Salazar blinks at them before asking a simple yet disturbing question: "aren't you going to get messy?"

"Of course…" Ulquiorra starts.

"-but we want them to be scared first. So now we…"

"-can have some real fun!" With their last statement the hall erupts into a fury of fighting.

Salazar's POV

"Hello, Hermione."

She turns around, blinking nervously as I grab her throat and force her to the wall. "P-please don't k-kill me, H-harry!"

I pull her down and into my arms. "I would never hurt you, even if you do call me by the wrong name."

"I'm sorry. I should have told you, but the Professor wouldn't let me. Ron didn't want you to know cause he said you'd turn out evil."

"Am I evil?"

"I don't think you are."

"What proof do you have that I'm not?"

"You won't kill me."

"How do you know that?"

"You would have killed me already if you wanted to that."

"You really are smart, Hermione. You know that?"

"Yeah."

"If you swap sides, we will spare you. I don't want to kill you. You're my friend."

"And you're mine. But I have to kill Dumbledore."

"I know. And I'll be right beside you."

An hour later (I really don't want to explain all the gore and fighting. But you get to see Dumbledore Die!) Yay!

Third Person POV

Salazar Riddle laughs almost gleefully at the tied up Albus Dumbledore. "I bet you thought I'd turn out to be the instrument of your salvation. But I am the exact opposite." A clawed hand reaches out just in front of his throat, and he slashes. Just before the light fades from the once great wizard's eyes, he whispers, "have fun with the demon children in Hell." And a song lulls into the senses of the still living wizards, arrancars, shinigami and vizards, mingling with the still audible screams of the dying.

"Ring around the Rosie

Pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes

We all fall down

Ring around the Rosie

What do you suppose we

can do to fight the darkness

in which we drown?

Ring around the Rosie

This evil thing, it knows me

Lost ghosts surround me

I can't fall down"