Harry Potter
And the
Doomspell Tournament

When we last left Harry, the Doomspell tournament had finally come to a conclusion. The courageous hero, in a last-ditch effort to save humanity, sacrificed himself by taking Voldemort into the event horizon, expecting never to return. He had sealed his fate, and made his mark on history.

But history wasn't done with Harry Potter.

When he came to his senses, Harry realized that by trapping himself and Voldemort in the singularity at the same time, he had not killed either of them, but now the singularity's power was growing at an exponential rate. And, it seems, he had discovered a new secret; Voldemort was immortal.

With less than two minutes to earth's destruction, the fate of mankind was resting on the shoulders of a young wizard trapped in one of nature's most dangerous forces with the most deadly killer both the wizard and muggle world had ever known!

The stakes at their greatest, the clock against him, and all seemed lost, when Harry learned a valuable lesson of life. And using his last ounce of strength, the young wizard hurled Voldemort off the singularity, forcing him to disappear forever into the darkest corner of the black hole. Now he has to escape, but how?

Chapter 10
Healing Wounds (Literal and Figurative)

Now, Harry wondered, How do I... But not another fraction of a second passed when he heard the loud noise, the singularity was closing in on itself. The light particles were shrinking, and collecting, and he was now growing weak, and then...

...he was falling.

***

"This is it!" Ron shouted. They now all felt the lurch of gravity; Ron's head was thrown upward, and he vomited, but it all shot straight up, and then...

"What's happening?" Hermione asked as the pull suddenly died down, as well as the roar, and they felt the familiar tug of earth's gravity.

The horizon, the clouds, they all cleared up. In seconds, the day was bright and sunny once more.

"You did it, Harry!" Doctor String shouted. Hermione and Ron hugged each other. Marshall was speechless, until a little of Ron's landing vomit hit his shoulder, and he made a face in repulsion.

They turned their heads to see Dumbledore leap with his fist in the air and give a loud whoop, acting rather excitable for Dumbledore.

They were all preparing to celebrate when Cho looked up.

"Goodbye, Harry." She said softly.

But she paused. Marshall was silent, too.

"What's that?" Ron asked. Something was falling toward the ring, very quickly. Just before it landed, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and slowed it's descent. It was Harry; bruised, bloody, beaten senseless, but alive.

"You... you did it, Harry." Hermione walked up to him.

"I did, didn't I?" He asked.

"I say, good show, Harry!" Cornelius Fudge came to give him a hand up. "I just have one question. Where is... You-Know-Who?"

"I don't know."

"No, I mean... He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"I know who you're talking about. I don't know where he went. Didn't he fall down after me?"

"No, he didn't." Dumbledore informed him.

"Than I guess he's gone. Lost forever, I suppose."

"A fitting end for him!" Corneluis exclaimed. Cho came up to Harry and embraced him. They kissed, and over her shoulder, Harry faced Dumbledore.

"So, it's over?" He asked him. "Finally?"

"Yes, Harry, I am sure of it. Voldemort's reign of terror has ended once and for all."

***

"So that's how it all happened." I said.

"That's how it all happened." Harry told me.

"Brilliant work, Mister Potter." I scrawled a few more noted on my pad. "Headmaster Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, thanks for all your support and the details. This'll be my second book on your exploits, you know, Harry. My first with the story coming straight from you."

"I read your first in the middle of this year." Harry informed me.

"Well, I hope your arm turns out all right. Thanks for everything, the world owes you a great debt."

"Thank you, Mister Silverpen. By the way, if I may ask, what is your real name?"

"My real name? Of course, It's..."

"Excuse me, Mister Silverpen?" Madam Pomfrey entered the hospital room. "You've had long enough with my patient. He needs his rest."

"Of... of course. My apologies. Thank you very much, all of you." I turned and left.

"Who the heck IS that guy?" Ron asked.

"Rather charming." Hermione said. "He had manners, unlike some people." She told Ron.

"His first book was pretty lousy. So, how does that new arm feel so far, Harry?" Ron inquired.

"How does it look?" Harry asked.

Ron stared at the mass of muscle-covered bone that Madam Pomfrey had created over where the powerful silver limb was less than a day before.

"That skele-grow tasted awful, but it's not half as bad as the muscle regenerator. Thank God she's restoring my nerves last so I don't have to feel any of this."

"Those muscles will be atrophied for a few months. You'll have to work out the muggle-way to fix them up and get them to normal strength. When we're done." Those words sounded to Harry as if the worst was still to come.

"Well, Harry, we'll leave you for now." Dumbledore told him. Ron and Hermione got up to join him, and they left.

Harry sat back to look at a pile of various treats on the table next to his infirmary bed, along with decrees of gratitude from various wizard government organizations, and a medal of honor received (without ceremony, though Harry didn't mind) from the Ministry of Magic.

And Sirius had let him look at something he had received earlier that day.

A complete pardon by the ministry as well as a twelve-page formal written apology. Harry knew what this meant. He could hardly contain his excitement, especially when Sirius left to go file the adoption papers.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the infirmary door. In walked Cho Chang.

"Hey." Harry looked at her, feeling something deep within him swell that he'd never truly felt before. It felt wonderful to see her again.

"I thought I'd never see you again. I was scared." She admitted quickly, softly.

"Hey, don't worry. We're all scared at times. Come sit down." Harry beckoned to her.

"Thank you." She said, and sat at the foot of his bed.

"Candy?" He gestured to the pile on the bedside table.

"No, thank you." She smiled. He loved that smile.

"I suppose I won't see you next year." Harry said. It was nice while it lasted. "But I wish you the best, wherever you go."

She grinned. "Wish me the best next year. I'm teaching here."

He paused, his jaw slack. "You are?"

"Yes, I can't wait. I'm hoping to someday become head of the educational branch of the ministry of magic."

"I certainly hope you do. I look forward to next year, though."

"Yeah. I just wanted to thank you." She told him.

"Everyone wants to thank me." He paused. Was it right?

"No." He finally said aloud. "No, no one owes me anything, except a pat on the back for quick thinking, I suppose. You saw it all, didn't you?"

"Of... of course." She said.

"I just had a last desperate thought. I owe everything to other people. God. Luck, perhaps. Pettigrew..." He thought for a moment. Who had been his greatest enemy had become, in his greatest moment of need, the uncle, in a sense, he'd never been. Wormtail's debt had been repaid.

"It's funny, I..." He started.

"Yes?" Cho was eager.

"I did in there what anyone else would have done. I could just imagine Dumbledore, or Fudge, or even you in there."

"I would have probably been too scared..." Cho told him.

"I wouldn't think so. When so much is riding on your success, Cho, the lives of people you love, you seem to forget about your own. I was worried. About you. With what was at stake, I doubt there are few people that would not have stood up and fought. Especially you. We all had to be brave through this whole ordeal, Cho, but now it's over. Let's not reflect on the past; just keep it locked away in memory so that we make sure that it does not repeat itself."

She smiled, a small tear forming at the corner of her eye. "You're right. It's over. There's nothing to fear anymore. Life seems so much better, that we can take the safety of our lives for granted and not have to fear anything anymore."

"It's funny, you know. It was Voldemort, in a sense," She was not even afraid of him using the name anymore. "Who made me what I am. Each year prepared me for the next, until this one led to his end. He prepared me to fight him. Kind of... ironic." Harry laughed softly.

"Poetic. Funny, actually." Cho smiled at him.

***

He couldn't breathe. He hadn't eaten or drunk anything in days. He was in constant agony. But that was one of the problems with being immortal.

After a while, he'd gotten used to not breathing. There was a little light, oddly, which must have been trapped in the otherwise empty tangent he floated through.

As there was no air, he couldn't scream, or even speak. But he could still think. And so he thought revenge.

Someday, he thought, someday, I'll make that Harry Potter pay for everything he's done to me.

But Voldemort had lost. It was cold, he had been freezing for weeks now. Or maybe seconds, but the Tau Factor, otherwise known as time dilation, could have stretched a second in the real world into an eon in the black hole.

He was alone. And bored, so awfully bored...

Wait a second, he remembered. Just before I left for the Doomspell Tournament, I threw on these old robes. And I was reading...

YES!!! He thought as he pulled an old Victoria's Secret catalogue from his inner robe pocket. If I'm stuck here for good, I might as well not be bored...

CLUNK! Something struck him on the back of his head, and he was knocked senseless for a moment. He looked up to see a muggle orbital satellite go flying by. It must have gotten caught in the black hole earlier.

Voldemort rubbed the back of his throbbing head, and then turned back...

The catalogue had slipped from his hands and was floating off in the other direction. And as there was no air to push against in there, he couldn't follow it.

Ah, son of a BITCH! He thought, crossing his arms. One of these days, Potter...

Now, more than ever, Voldemort wished for death.

But death never came.

***

"And so, another year gone." Dumbledore raised his goblet. "It's great to see you all here."

"So we won." Ron told him. Harry flexed his new arm, weak and raw but a real part of him, nonetheless.

"And now, to award each student their due. Please stand, Mister Ronald Weasley. Miss Hermione Granger." They stood. "I now formally declare you Head Boy for next year in Hogwarts, and Hermione, Head Girl."

"Mister Marshall Oak, I declare you an honorary prefect. Congratulations." Marshall was excited.

"Next year, we will have a problem finding a Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. Mister String has business elsewhere. And so, our new teacher will be..."

Harry and Snape were both crossing their fingers.

"Professor Severus Snape." Dumbledore announced.

Oh, well. Harry thought. You can't win them all. Maybe Snape will be a little less malicious if he gets the job he wants.

"And that leaves our new potions and alchemy teacher to be Miss Cho Chang."

All right! Harry thought now. This was going to be his one good year, after all.

"And finally, may we all raise our goblets in a toast. A toast to the one person who is the reason we are all still here today. Mister Harry Potter." There was a powerful rush of applause that lasted for nearly three minutes, even from the Slytherin table.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore declared. "Now, we all know Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup, for it's fifth consecutive year and technically retaining it for six taking in account the Triwizard Tournament. Now we must decide who won the house cup."

McGonagall was looking stony. Chances seemed slim for the Gryffindors this year.

"In fourth place, with two-hundred and seventy-eight points, the Ravenclaws." Cheers from three other tables still in the running. "In third place, with three-hundred and ten points, the Hufflepuff house." More cheers.

"In second place, the Gryffindors, with four hundred and four points." Massive cheers from the Slytherin table. The Gryffindors were now looking very down.

"And in first place, the Slytherins, with four hundred and eight points." The results were in. The Slytherins just cheered even more.

"Five points." Ron muttered amongst the din. "Five more points and we would have won."

Then Harry remembered. He made his way up to the professor's table as green and silver banners and streamers flew down from the ceilings. Harry whispered something in Dumbledore's ear.

"Ah, yes! Stop the celebrations for a moment!" Dumbledore silenced the hall with a few bright, golden firecrackers originating from the tip of his wand. The Slytherins suddenly all turned dead serious. "It seems we have forgotten to take into account one incident. An action of Mister Potter's has caused the Gryffindor house to lose five points, bringing them to three-hundred and ninety nine points, as deducted by professor Snape." The Slytherins whooped and began to celebrate, when Dumbledore silenced them once more.

"However, during the Doomspell Tournament, it seems Professor Snape had also awarded Mister Potter ten points, for another action. This brings Gryffindor house to four hundred and nine points, putting them in first place and retaining the house cup for the sixth year in a row."

A moment's pause.

Then, the din was deafening.

Harry suddenly was gripped from behind in a tight embrace by... Professor McGonagall?

He turned and caught the eyes of Snape, who didn't seem either angry or disappointed. He simply gave Harry an almost indistinguishable nod that clearly said, "Now we're even."

Harry went back to the Gryffindor table, and sat down. Almost ten minutes later, the noise and celebration subsided.

Harry was sitting with Ron to his left, Hermione to his right, Cho across from him, Marshall next to her, and Neville on the other side, all of them chattering excitedly. Harry was glad to be able to eat in peace with his friends without having to worry about anything anymore, knowing that life would go on without worries now.

He wouldn't have life any other way.

***

Harry drifted off with Cho's arm around his shoulder on the Hogwarts express, Ron and Hermione sitting together, and soon they all were asleep in that cozy little car, though it was the middle of the day.

He was awoken what seemed like minutes later, but he could already see the sun was on the other end of the sky, that it was past noon and near supper already.

He got up, and so did Ron, Hermione, and Cho, and they said their good byes standing on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

"So I guess this is it." She told him.

"Keep in touch over the summer." He told her. "You'll know where to find me now."

"Of course. I can't wait until next year. Thanks again, for everything, Harry." She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him, and then exited the platform, barely able to say another word.

And so, it's all come to an end. Or perhaps it's just the beginning, He thought.

"Visit me sometimes." Ron told him, and patted him on the back, before Miss Weasley cut in and gave him a great big squeeze, sobbing and telling him he was welcome to drop in anytime.

"Thank you." Harry told her. "Have a great summer. Ron, Hermione."

"Oh, I will." Hermione told him.

"Hermi-ohnee!" A familiar voice exclaimed. Harry looked over to see Viktor Krum, sitting on a two-seater bike that obviously concealed a broomstick. He could most likely fly it off any time he needed to.

"Hey, Viktor!" She waved, went over, and sat on the seat. Ron too, followed his parents out to their car, gave a little wave, and they drove off.

Now Harry just had to find...

"BOY!" Another familiar voice bellowed.

...the Dursleys.

"Get in the car!" Uncle Vernon, purple-faced, shouted at him.

"No." Harry said simply.

"What? Boy, you get in there now, before I thrash you. You're still a minor, and as long as you're under my roof, you will..."

"I'm no longer under your roof." Harry smirked.

"THAT'S IT! GODFATHER OR NO GODFATHER, YOU'RE GETTING IT HER AND NOW, I'M NOT AFRAID ANY..." But he paused, and Harry felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Ah." Sirius Black's voice said softly from behind him. "You must be Vernon Dursley. I'm Harry's Godfather, Sirius Black. It's a pleasure to meet you." Sirius's eyes flashed.

Uncle Vernon went from Purple to blotchy white faster than his new car went from zero to sixty, and he fainted. Behind him, Aunt Petunia stood, stiff with terror, and a very skinny Dudley, who appeared to have had liposuction recently, as his skin was hanging several inches off his bones.

Harry walked past and Dudley, for some reason, still tried to trip him obviously on purpose. Harry sidestepped it, turned, and looked Dudley straight in his eyes.

"Hocus. Pocus." Harry said simply. Dudley began to scream, tore off through the train station, with Aunt Petunia only two steps behind, shouting. "Duddy-kins, Duddy-kins!"

"What's gotten into him?" Sirius smirked.

"Beats me." They walked over, and Sirius pulled out a small black object, pressed a button, and a bright new red muggle type car's doors opened, hinging upward in a Delorian fashion. "Hop on in."

"Nice." Harry commented as he got in. Then he saw the red button. "This... this is a flying car."

"Sure is." Sirius depressed the clutch. "Press it."

"But we can't fly here."

"Don't worry. We're automatically cloaked. The ministry covered this one as part of their apology."

"Cool." Harry hit the button. They instantly lurched upward, and were flying off.

"So, we do still have a lot of catching up to do." Sirius remarked.

"We've got all summer, Sirius. Dad."

Sirius looked surprised. "Thank you Harry. I know I could never really replace your father..."

"If it had to be, I wouldn't want anyone else to." Harry told him. Sirius grinned.

Harry reclined in his seat, and watched the setting sun. The sky was lit beautifully aglow above the clouds now.

The world was a wonderful place, Harry decided, with much in it still to explore.

But now, just for a moment, the world could wait.

A/N: I know it breaks the mood, but... PLEASE REVIEW!!! I hope you liked it. If you did, let me know... Harry just may return!

~Silverpen