Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, but Harry's such a cutie! Awww, he's so little!J
Watch out for the language here tho, kids!
Harry's rage led him through the Slytherin corridors. He could hear Ron beside him. As luck would have it, three figures stepped out of the shadows. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Fucking son of a bitch!" Harry leapt at Malfoy, knocking him to the ground. His fists were connecting with all parts of Malfoy's head. He felt Ron pulling him off of Malfoy. "Let go, Ron! I'm going to kill him!"
"Believe it or not, we got bigger problems."
A light… a blinding white light illuminated behind Draco and his two companions.
Harry slowly got to his feet, his fists red and raw. Draco was still on the ground, wiping blood from his nose. "That was really stupid, Potter. I was going to just kill you. But now I'm going to make you live out your pathetic life in misery."
Harry's scar throbbed with every breath he took.
What the hell was going on? Where was that light coming from?
"Why Hermione?!" Harry shouted. "Why?!"
Malfoy sneered. "That assignment was handed to me on a silver platter. I had plans for her, but I could have never imagined something as sweet as this. You have a traitor amongst you, Potter."
Harry exchanged bewildered glances with Ron. "What are you talking about?"
Malfoy chuckled.
"You won't be talking so much when your mouth is full of blood, Malfoy!" Harry said, reaching his fist back.
"STOP CALLING ME MALFOY!" Draco hissed. He began to change… he grew about six feet and his face contorted into the reeling, ugly face that had been hiding under Professor Quirrel's turban six years ago. It was none other than Voldemort. "I am called many names, I assure you. But the one that will send ice through your veins is… Lord Voldemort."
Hermione slowly opened her eyes. "Harry…"
Mrs. Granger erupted into sobs.
Hermione sat straight up in bed. "Harry's in trouble!"
Madam Pomfrey rushed over.
Hermione leapt to her feet.
Madam Pomfrey shoved her back into bed. "Where do you think you're goin'?"
"I have to help Harry!"
"He's a big boy. He can take care of himself."
"You don't understand!" Hermione cried.
Mrs. Granger sighed. "Hermione, calm down, dear. I'm sure Harry's fine."
"NO!" Hermione shouted. "NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND!"
"Ms. Granger!" Madam Pomfrey shouted. "If you do not stop trying to get out of bed, I will sedate you!"
"He's fighting Voldemort!" Hermione screamed.
"Foolish girl," mumbled Madam Pomfrey. "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is probably dead. He's not returning to power, therefore there is nothing to worry about. NOW LIE DOWN!"
"Malfoy! It was you all along!" Harry shouted.
"With a new body, yes. It was so simple. Dumbledore was so naïve. I found this boy. His father, Lucius was a loyal follower of mine. This boy had enough evil running through him to be my protégé. But really, Potter, I'm surprised you didn't figure it out sooner. He being in Slytherin should have been your first clue." He sneered. "It took six years to regenerate my powers back in this body. And finally, I will rule once again! After your untimely deaths, of course."
Harry clasped a hand to his forehead. A burning sensation drifted from his scar down his entire body. He glared up at Voldemort. "You couldn't kill me seventeen years ago, and you can't kill me now! I will rid the world of you for good, Voldemort! For my parents, for Hermione, for everyone! This is your final claim at glory."
"Such big words for a small boy." Voldemort chuckled. "Watch."
With a lightning move, he blasted Ron. Ron was engulfed in a pale yellow light and turned to stone.
"Ron!" Harry yelled. He sucked in a deep breath and knitted his brow. "It'll be al right, Ron. I'm going to take care of him, then me, you and Hermione will go out celebrating."
Voldemort snickered. "Yes, I heard the undead throw fabulous parties."
Harry lifted his wand. He'd de-arm Voldemort. "Flipio Hubio!"
Voldemort laughed when nothing happened.
Harry raised his wand again. "Flipio Hubio!"
Voldemort sneered. "Don't you see, boy? Your powers are nothing compared to me!"
Harry threw his wand down. "Fine. I'll kill you with my bare hands!"
A sound… a voice stopped him. "Harry. It'll be okay. We're here with you. You can do it."
Harry gasped. He knew that voice. "Mum?"
A bright green light floated down from the ceiling. Two people were standing there. A man with black unruly hair like his, and a beautiful woman with Emerald green eyes. They were holding hands, and smiled at him.
"Harry," the woman whispered.
"Our son," the man said softly.
"Mum? Dad?" Harry took a step toward them.
"It's us." His mom had tears in her eyes. "Harry, you have no idea what you are. What your future holds. You are Gyffindor's heir. You protect the world from evil. We'll give you our power… the power to defeat him. He cannot hurt you, angel. He tried once before and lost everything…"
"What a touching family reunion," Voldemort snickered. "you're looking well, Lily and James. Not at all like after I killed you."
"We must go, son. Dumbledore will explain. We must go." His father said.
"Wait!" Harry cried.
Lily and James bowed their heads and closed their eyes.
Harry was overtaken by a warm sensation.
"We love you!" Lily cried as she and James vanished.
Voldemort laughed. "You'll be joining them soon."
Harry had enough of him. He snatched up his wand. "FLIPIO HUBIO!"
Voldemort made choking noises. "I may not be able to kill you, but I've done a damn fine job of taking away everyone you care about!"
"You're going to hell, Voldemort." Harry hissed. He raised his wand again. "Severie Chosa!"
Voldemort keeled over on the floor. He was twitching, and his eyes were darting around wildly. "I'm not the last, Potter." He gasped. "There will be many more to follow after me."
Harry walked up to him. He was millimeters from his face. "And I'll send them down to hell to keep you company." He raised his wand once more.
"Tarantellus," it was his mom and dad's voice. "Tarantellus will destroy him."
Harry smiled. "Taran---"
"HARRY!"
Harry wheeled around.
Ginny came running up to him. She took a long look at Ron and then joined him "He who must not be named!"
"Enter the traitor," Voldemort hissed.
"You lie!" Harry yelled.
"She came to me," Voldemort said. "She wanted your girlfriend dead."
Ginny burst into tears.
"She has the makings to be a great dark sorceress," Voldemort said.
"SHUT UP!" Harry spat. He turned to Ginny. "You, Ginny! You!?"
"I'm afraid so, Harry!" Ginny yelped. "I didn't want to! I swear! Ever since the diary, I've been forced to do things!" she rubbed her hands together feverishly. "These thoughts… these actions! I didn't want to do them, I swear! It was like… I was watching myself walk over to Malfoy and tell him… to… to kill Hermione."
"I'll deal with you later," he cursed. He turned back to Voldemort. "Tarantellus!"
There was an ear piercing scream and a blinding red light. When the light faded, all was left was a traumatized Draco Malfoy, who was in a heap, crying.
There was a cracking sound behind them. Ron took a deep breath. "Bloody stuffy in there!" he looked around. "I missed it!"
"I'll give details." Harry said in a rush. "Let's get out of here."
Mrs. Granger smiled warmly as Harry, Ron and Ginny entered the hospital wing. "She's awake."
Harry nearly leapt for joy as he hurried over to Hermione. She was sitting up in bed, two big pillows behind her, and she was smiling. "Harry!"
"Hermione," Harry wrapped his arms tightly around her. He pulled away after a few minutes and looked directly in her auburn eyes. "I love you."
Hermione beamed. "I love you too, Harry."
Ron was grinning at her and gave her a thumbs up.
Dumbledore ambled into the room. "It's over,"
"How did you know?" Harry asked.
"Being around as long as I have, you just know. Finally, Voldemort… is dead."
Harry was engulfed in a sea of hugs.
Ginny stood awkwardly to the side. He walked over. "You'll have to prove your friendship and loyalty to me and Hermione."
"I--- I know… Harry… God… can you ever forgive me?"
"I don't know," Harry said. "Probably in time. I know it's partly your fault… and partly isn't."
Ginny glumly nodded.
"Well, I'm starving," Dumbledore said. "I think a feast is in order."
Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the Great Hall together hand-n-hand to thunderous applause.
"Sit down," Dumbledore said, a great grin on his face. "And I shall finally, tell you all the truth."
"One second," Hermione whispered. She pulled away from Harry and sprinted over to Draco. "Draco,"
"Granger…"
She whipped her hand back and smacked him with all her might. "You ever fucking come near me, possessed or not, I will rip your head off of your twiggy body and mount it on my wall! Is that CLEAR?!"
"Yes, ma'am…" Draco whimpered.
Hermione smiled. "Good then." She skipped back over to Harry and took his hand.
He kissed the back of her hand. She smiled and they sat down next to Ron and Dumbledore.
"Once upon a time," Dumbledore begand. "Before Voldemort came to power…"
The great hall filled with hushed voices at the sound of his name.
"Was a man called Gyffindor. He claimed that his heir, would be a young man full of honesty, goodness and supreme magical powers. This young man would some day dispense the world of evil. This boy's heart would be so noble that no evil dare hurt him. However, this heir was not born yet. Soon after Voldemort came to power, Lily and James Potter, two of Gryffindor's most prized students had a son."
Hermione leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek. He smiled at her.
"When Voldemort tried to lay a hand on their young son, he lost everything. A single, solitary lightning bolt shaped scar was all the remained on the young boy's forehead of the terrifying ordeal. Being just an infant, the young boy couldn't kill Voldemort then. But now, seventeen years later, I am happy to announce that Voldemort has been defeated!"
The Great Hall erupted into applause.
Dumbledore turned to Harry, grinning. "Arise Harry Potter, heir of Gryffindor."
Harry stood up. There was more thunderous applause. He quickly sat back down.
"Your journey will not be easy, son." Dumbledore said. "I'm afraid to say, that many evil rulers will follow."
"I'll do whatever it takes," Harry said. "To keep my loved ones and the rest of the world safe."
Many hours later, the feast ended and the students, all expect Harry, Ron and Hermione had left. Dumbledore smiled warmly. "I had a feeling it was you, Harry."
Harry forced a smile. "I'm honored, I really am… it's just… well, I know I should feel great pride in avenging my parents' death… but I feel emptier more than ever."
"I'm here with you," Hermione said quickly. "You'll never be alone again."
"Me too." Ron grinned.
Harry smiled at them. "You two have always been there for me."
Dumbledore sighed. "Can I have a moment alone with Harry?" he asked Ron and Hermione. "I promise I won't keep him from you for long," he winked at Hermione.
Hermione blushed. "Sure, Headmaster. Come on, Ron." She gave Harry a fast kiss. "We'll be in the common room."
Ron gave Harry a playful punch on the arm and hurried out after Hermione.
"Harry," Dumbledore began. "When Voldemort was alive, you felt that you had a destiny to fulfill, by killing him, am I right?"
Harry nodded.
"And now that he's gone, I'm guessing you feel you're parents are really gone as well?"
Harry nodded again. "My mum and dad… lent me their power to kill Voldemort. I couldn't put a dent on him on my own."
To Harry's surprise, Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "That's proof, Harry, that they're always watching over you. As I said before, no one is really gone if we have them in our heart."
"I wish I got to know them…" Harry mumbled. "Do you think… maybe, you could tell me about them, about their lives?"
"I--- I'd be honored." Dumbledore smiled. "Now go on to that pretty girlfriend of yours."
"Thanks," Harry said. And before he knew what he was doing, he had wrapped his arms around him, giving him a hug.
Dumbledore hugged him back and gave him a pat on the head. "Go now. Go."
Harry grinned and jogged out of the room.
Hermione smiled as Harry entered the common room, it was quiet except for the four of them. Ron had patched things up with Skyler, and they were playing wizard chess. Hermione sat in a chair, Crookshanks on her lap, asleep. Harry wandered over and sat on the arm of her chair.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Looks different without a book in her hands, don't she?" Ron grinned over to them.
Skyler smacked Ron in the head. "Leave them alone."
Ron rubbed his head. "You been spending a lot of time with Hermy?"
Hermione and Harry smiled at each other.
"I'm fine," Harry said. "I finally… finally feel that everything's going to be alright."
"It will be," Hermione said defiantly.
"Oh, I have a surprise!" Harry snapped his fingers. "Oh, servent!!!"
Dobby, the little ex-house elf entered the common room, towing Draco Malfoy behind him. Draco was dressed in an over-sized potato sack and and was barefoot.
"Malfoy is in my debt for life," Harry said nonchalantly. "He's going to be our new house servent."
Hermione laughed. "Never saw you look so good, Draco!"
Ron was on the floor, laughing hysterically. Skyler giggled.
Soon after graduation, Harry and Hermione bought a house together. Ron and Skyler, promising to visit often decided to take a trip around the world.
Hermione rested her head against the doorframe of her new home and rubbed her belly. She had just found out that she and Harry would be having a child. She shook her head. Three years ago, she would have thought moving in with her boyfriend and having his baby would be scandaleous. But a lot of things had changed in her and around her. She smiled again and walked inside to tell Harry the great news.
The end!
