Harry was burning, his body could no longer contain the raw power of the Otherselves.

Still he pushed, slashing and stabbing with his sword, casting spells, staying as close to Voldemort as possible to deny the dark wizard any openings. Just like Rock had taught him all those years ago.

Rock was still fighting Strength, although the two battles differed greatly. Harry and Voldemort fought with skill and knowledge, attempting to outdo each other for victory.

Rock and Strength's fight had taken a very different turn, it had devolved into a brutal, vicious brawl. They punched and clawed and tore at each other, Strength's giant metal hands nearly useless after Rock had torn the mountings from her spine, while Rock's katana and cannon lance had been crushed into scrap. Black and white blood mixed with purple, cuts and bruises covered both of them, limbs were broken and bones jutted through skin before being re-set within seconds.

Neither cared about winning, they had gotten past that stage, this was pure bloodlust. Voldemort's command over Rock to kill had been subsumed by the ever present need to fight Strength properly.

Strength, not Yuu.

Strength had forgotten about bringing back Rock to her proper state of mind, the fury that Rock had attacked her took her by surprise. It genuinely hurt her feelings, ever since Hogwarts she had viewed Rock as her friend, and to have her friend attack her with no restraint and with such brutality shocked her to the very core of her being.

There was no time for thinking though, this was instinct, bloody, unfettered rage and instinct.

Voldemort was going to win, Harry realised. Even with the power of the Otherselves, Voldemort had more experience, had even more power, and, because he took his power gradually rather than all at once, his body wasn't killing itself attempting to contain it.

So Harry decided to stop containing it. To stop trying to win and let go, let the power burn him up.

The power was immense, at the first moment of respite, the one or two seconds between attacks, he directed it in Voldemorts general direction.

Aim didn't matter.

It was a solid beam of swirling, multicoloured light, several metres wide. It burned with the intensity of nuclear fusion, screaming through the tortured air, vaporising everything relatively close to it.

It ripped through the shield dome with the ease of a chainsaw through paper, and tore a perfectly smooth trench in the ground, vitrifying it instantly.

Of Voldemort, there was no sign.

Harry survived a few seconds, before the beam petered out and died. As he was so close, the heat set him ablaze, melting skin and bone in moments. His nerves fizzled like burnt hair.

Ginny, Albus, James, Lily. I love you all.

He never felt a thing.

With Voldemort dead, the Imperius curse on Rock was lifted. She paused in confusion, only to be met with Strength's one remaining hand meeting her face at high velocity.

When Rock eventually landed, she was almost immediately set upon by Strength, until the pale Otherself help up a hand.

Strength paused.

A white glow slowly engulfed Rock, hiding her from view, after a few short moments it faded, revealing Black Rock Shooter.

"Jeez." Strength smiled, wobbling slightly through exhaustion. "Never thought I'd see you again."

Rock nodded before standing, unsteadily, and holding a hand out towards Strength.

Strength took the hand in her own battered metal fist and shook it gently.

"It's good to have you back, I've missed you." Strength said with a gentle laugh.

The pigtailed Otherself signed a question to the shorter girl.

"Harry? I didn't see what happened, I was a bit preoccupied." Strength replied.

The pair walked back to where Harry was fighting, not seeing him anywhere Strength asked Dead Master where he was.

"Dead." Came the answer.

"Dead?" Strength repeated. "How?"

"He. Burned. Unleashed. Power." Dead Master said, briefly looking at Rock.

Just like what Mato did. Rock thought gloomily.

"Voldemort. Dead. Harry. Potter. Dead. Others. Safe." Dead Master said.

"I just can't believe it, all that fighting. The loss of our sisters, and it's all over just like that? It seems unreal." Strength said in disbelief.

Rock nodded in agreement. It had been an intense months.

"Shit!" Strength suddenly exclaimed. "What about Ginny? We've got to tell her about Harry."

Rock tapped Strength on the arm and then pointed at Red Wing Axe.

"What about her?" Strength asking, slightly confused.

With a few gestures, Rock conveyed what she was thinking.

"Good idea, maybe we should leave out when he dies though. Just her knowing will be painful enough, she doesn't need to witness it as well." Strength answered sadly.

A portal opened up in Ginny's kitchen, she rushed through in time to see three Otherselves step through.

There was Strength and Rock, although Rock looked like she had when Ginny had first met her.

The third caught her off guard.

"Red Wing Axe?" Ginny squealed.

Red Wing Axe smiled and rushed over to Ginny, scooping her up into a tight embrace.

"Where's Harry?" Ginny asked smiling, after Red Wing Axe put her down.

All three Otherselves suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"No." Ginny muttered, shaking her head and stepping back. "No no no no no, he's okay, this is just a joke."

"I'm sorry Ginny, it's not." Strength said gently.

The redhead slowly collapsed to the floor, tears welling up in her eyes.

"This is the reason we brought Red Wing Axe along." Strength said, kneeling down in front of the tearful woman. "She has some memories for you. Ones that.." She trailed off.

"That what?" Ginny asked, her face puffy.

"You'll be even more proud of him than you were before." Strength slightly smiled. "You should see them, you deserve them."

After a long moment Ginny nodded.

Red Wing Axe stepped over, she knelt down in Strength's place and gently stroked Ginny's face.

"He. Couldn't. With. Out. You. Family. Last. Thoughts." Red Wing Axe said. She passed the memories directly onto Ginny.

Harry, struggling with the power given to him, being consumed in light.

Bravely confronting Voldemort, striding like a deity. Compassion and love filling his heart.

The battle between Harry and the evil wizard, never losing hope.

And that final memory, the feeling of contentment when Harry realised when there was only one way to win.

There was no hesitation, his final thoughts were of his family and protecting them.

"T-thank you, I couldn't… I… This is…" Ginny stammered.

"Shhhhhhh, it's okay." Strength said, standing behind Red Wing Axe. "He's saved two realities, married an amazing woman and helped raise incredible kids. Guy probably needed a rest."

Ginny chuckled sadly.

"Are you saying I'm hard work?" She looked up with a sorrowful smile.

"Oh, the worst." Strength said deadpan. "But the best things often are."

Rock tapped Strength on the shoulder and quickly signed a message.

"You mean it?" Strength asked, stunned.

"What did she say?" Ginny asked, sniffling.

"She said Harry would have made a good sister."

"Huh?"

"I think she meant brother, the male Otherselves." Strength clarified.

Ginny, Strength and Red Wing Axe talked for a long time, sharing memories about Harry. Rock left the three in peace, she wandered outside and looked up at the clear blue sky. A faint smile touched her lips before she looked in the direction of the dimensional tear, that region of the sky was still as dark as night. Clearly, Voldemort's death hadn't sealed the breach.