Author's Note: I don't own the story or the characters of Harry Potter, this work is entirely fan-made. The rights to everything Harry Potter belong to J.K Rowling.

There are two reviews for the last chapter that I wanted to mention: One by 'bones71' and one by 'IlliterateReader7'.

The former: 'Again this was a brilliant chapter really enjoying this story sad to see 1st year finishing with next chapter but really looking forward to reading the rest of the years.' Thank you for the lovely sentiment, it means a lot that you have stuck with the story for 23 chapters and will continue to for many more. Thank you bones71.

The latter said simply 'Loved the always'. This refers to the last line from the previous chapter: "Always" and was meant to be a hard hitter. Snape had originally said it near the end of the series about Lily and loving her always, but this seemed slightly far fetched then. It fits more with a character who has shown emotion besides dislike and sadness. In this case I think it works better as it is a shared sentiment between Harry and Hermione, who are best friends.

Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me through this story. I never believed that it would become known to this many people or gain this many views when I posted the first chapter in December. It means so much to me that you all read the story, liked it, or disliked it or even criticised it, because it helps me become a better writer for your enjoyment.

Here is the last chapter of Harry Potter and the Fight of Two Generations.


As the parting words hit Harry and he realised what exactly he had said, he knew that while he loved Zoe, being his sister and he considered Neville a brother, he had been talking specifically towards Hermione when he spoke those heartfelt sentiments. Harry knew that he must find his way back to her, he knew that it would tear her apart to see him lifeless at her feet and he would prevent that trauma from ever occurring. The potion will have worn off in a matter of minutes anyway, so there was no turning back, besides, the stuttering Professor had no claim to the stone, yet neither did Harry. He thought to himself 'What would I even do with such an object, I don't need or want to cheat death and I don't want immaterial riches that I have no need for. I need to stop it from getting into the hands of anyone who would abuse its power.' During this passing thought, he had walked down the steps into a large, square room that had nothing in it, besides a man in purple and a large, gold-edged mirror.

The Mirror of Erised was here the whole time, yet Quirrell stood between it and Harry, blocking the reflection of the young boy's desire. The man spoke, yet this time, with no speech impediment and a tone as cold as ice and as sharp as a sword "Well Potter. I was wondering when you would show up. I heard that curse you used on the chess set, quite ingenious of you and foolish of the old warlock. You will come here, now. My master orders it." He started to unravel the deep purple turban he was wearing around his head and the DADA teacher turned around so that Harry could gaze into the face of the man, that tried to murder the Potter family.

The eyes were sunken and hollow, yet they still held a deep crimson red glow to them. His features were like that of a grotesque skeleton and looked sewn on to the back of the other man's head, just without the mark of a suture-wound. Harry calmly walked forward, until he could just see himself in the mirror and nothing else. The creature on the head whispered to his servant "Fetch the boy, he can get the stone for me. He will be instrumental in my return." Quirrell, using his own mouth now, screamed "Come here, Potter! You will look into the mirror and tell me what you see, NOW!" Harry obeyed and the Professor moved out of the way to give the boy some room to find the stone. The courageous first-year stepped forward and looked closely. Fog on the surface of the mirror cleared and showed Harry what he really wanted. He stood in bewilderment and stared at the image, in a trance.

He saw himself, but older, and wearing Ministry of Magic Auror robes. The woman standing next to him was a lot older but clear as the sky was dark that night, it was Hermione, holding the Philosopher's Stone. She gave it to the reflection of Harry and he pocketed it, a large rock shaped lump appearing in his trouser pocket. Harry then felt his own pocket on his beige trousers and managed to not blast the man behind him. As if on cue, the ghoul on the back of Quirrell's head asked demandingly "Well, what do you see, Boy?" Harry answered in a lie: "Uh. I'm holding the house cup and shaking Dumbledore's hand." The lie was unconvincing and half-constructed, but it stalled for time to think of what to do. The ghoul screamed again "HE LIES! HE HAS THE STONE. HIS POCKET YOU FOOL, IT'S IN HIS POCKET!" Harry tried to run, but the possessed man grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the stone floor. Harry's back seared with pain, but he couldn't give up, not when the person towering above him wanted the stone to revive the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Harry groaned and shuffled backwards, firing stunning spells and blasting hexes alike. The spells were batted away like flies on a hot summer day and the man started to get angrier and more annoyed by the second. He fired a lightning whip curse at Harry "FULGURELLUM, FULGERELLUM!" over and over again, until he was satisfied that the boy was unconscious. Harry knew what playing dead was, so he did just that and slowed his breathing to a very quiet occasional breath, stopping his chest from visibly rising underneath his thick jumper. The Professor above him with the shell of a man on the back of his skull reached down to grab the stone from the confines of Harry's pocket. Harry took this as an opportunity to send his most powerful reductor curse at the head of the monstrous creature. The spell hit, but Harry's strength was sapped by the lightning whip curse and his own curse had done no more damage than disfiguring the man's face, which served to anger the master and the puppet even more.

Quirrell shouted something inaudible to Harry and dived back down to pummel the boy. Then, a red glow enveloped Harry and his hands shot out to grab the shaking arms of Quirrell. The flesh on the Professor's arm was there one moment and then when Harry's hand made contact, the skin, flesh and bone were reduced to nothing more than dust. The older of the two fell over, screaming and clutching his stump of a dusty arm and then looked to Harry's left. The stone, bright as ruby and reflective as the mirror from whence it came, shone in the flames of the border of the room. Harry reacted with his only instinct, to get the stone away from the Dark Lord. The moment that the thought came to him, he yelled "Reducto" and pointed his wooden wand at the artefact. The bright red glow stopped enveloping the room and the blue hue of the Reductor curse took over, shattering the rock into a fine red powder, which the draught blew into the fiery border of the room. The Philosopher's Stone was gone.

The only thought that occurred to Harry now was, 'Hermione, I will come back to you. I promise.' His thought was interrupted by the howl of pain from Quirrell and the shriek of anger from the spirit in his head. The ghoul left the skull of the tormented Professor and the previously occupied body tumbled to the floor and lay there, unmoving, soulless and dead. The black wispy smoke that the soul of Voldemort took the form of, flew like a speeding bullet towards the young wizard. It left the confines of the dingy underground arena, but not before delivering Harry a parting gift. The smoke flew through Harry's body and propelled him into the stairs. The soul left and Harry fell, unconscious and hit his head on the step, knocking him out, cold.

The next things that Harry saw after waking from a painful slumber were the many brown locks of Hermione's hair, cascading over the forehead of the most worried person in the world. "Hey, Hermione. Thank Merlin you made it out alright. Look I'm sorry, but I destroyed the stone and Voldemort escaped." The mention of that name seemed to shock not just Hermione, but the other people standing around the bed, his mother, father, sister and his honourary brother. The matron just seemed fuming with them, especially Hermione, as she needed to tend to her patient. When Madam Pomfrey begrudgingly left, Harry explained it all from the point of him walking through the fire. Hermione had told the rest of the story to Harry's parents and the others knew already what they had done to help.

The whole discussion ended with Professor Dumbledore barging in, in a rather unsuitable manner, well, unsuitable for a Headmaster who should be worried about his student. "Harry, Minerva just told me what Poppy said she heard! Did you really destroy such a powerful artefact like that?!" Harry nodded, knowing that it would escalate. "Why would you do such a thing?! It was a secret project that only my partner and I knew of! Do you know what damage you have caused? Mr Flamel and his wife will have to sort out their affairs now! They will die soon, thanks to you!" The old man seemed to have fumed enough for now and let Harry answer the numerous questions that were bombarded at him. He started "Well, for starters, you basically announced that you had the object from the Gringotts vault, and where else are you but here. You also let all of these 'obstacles' be incredibly easy, so much so that 4 first-years were able to pass them, not to mention a Dark Lord who was possessing Quirrell. The stone was the easiest thing to figure out, considering you had both of your names on the thing in books. Finally, the reason that Voldemort wanted the Stone was so that he could bring his full body back and not have to use Quirrell's anymore. This meant that he couldn't have it, but neither should it be allowed to mess with the common fact that we all must die at some point!"

Harry winced from shouting at an incredibly dumbfounded Dumbledore, an action that made Hermione and Madam Pomfrey usher the old man away so that Harry could get some rest. Without realising it, 4 days had passed and the end-of-term feast was upon them. Harry would be going home to spend the holidays with his family, and since one of their houses was near the Grangers', Hermione as well. During the feast, Hermione noticed the absence of Harry, who was supposed to come out of the Hospital wing at any moment. The doors to the hall opened and Harry walked in, with his dignity intact, unlike his healing, broken arm. Without realising that the rest of Hogwarts was there, Harry ran with his sling supporting his arm, to the brown-haired witch in the middle of the Gryffindor table. She got up and waited for him. At breakneck speed, Harry crashed into Hermione and squeezed her tightly, following it up with something he intended to return. The kiss from the potions obstacle. Hermione reciprocated the gesture and the two finally realised where they were, after hearing some wolf-whistles and claps, the whistles being from the Weasley twins, of course.

The final ceremony saw Ravenclaw win the House Cup this year, and Dumbledore still mad at the four Gryffindors, even after the 25-point deduction each. The ride home was certainly a boring one and before the quartet knew it, they were again standing on Platform 9 and 3/4 dragging a trunk each and waving to their parents, eager to start their summer. Harry and Hermione especially.


I'm glad you stuck around until the very end. If you are reading this, you will know that the next part of Harry's Journey is well underway in production. I am currently writing 'Harry Potter and the Heir of Slytherin' as you read this. What Harry's next step entails, you will have to wait and see.

The next year of Harry's journey will start about 1 week from now

Thank you all immensely for reading,

E