Warning: Oh, really now. Disclaimer: Again, I say I own nothing but Amara, Murks and this lovely computer. They cant take that away from me!!! LAST CHAPTER. Can't wait to hear what you think!!! And, without further ado, the last and final chapter in Harry Potter and the Unicorn Roommate!!

Harry woke up, his head pounding. There was a ringing in his ears. He sat up slowly and groaned in pain. Looking over at the other occupants of the room, he noticed they were all unconcious.

"Ron! Hermione! Wake up!!" he whispered horasley. Harry tried to shake them awake, but nothing seemed to work. "Enervate," and they started to stir.

"What-HAPPENED?" Amara said, sitting up and rubbing her shoulder. It was bleeding profusely.

"My father..." Malfoy said through gritted teeth. "He will never get away with this."

"Uh, guys... I don't think Hermione is breathing!!" Ron said in a terrible panicy voice.

Harry stood up quickly and ran to her side. Held his finger to her pulse, feeling a heartbeat. "She's breathing," he said, and everyone with relief. Hermione suddenly sighed... a blissful, peaceful sigh. "She's asleep!!"

Ron scurried over to her, pushing her hair away from her neck. "Uh, guys... You might want to come look at this!!!" he stood up and stepped back, allowing Harry to take a look at what Ron was fretting over.

Amara's neck was bleeding. She was bleeding heavily, only her blood had turned silver... * ~ *

"She must have tried to transform before she was knocked out!! Oh, Harry! What are we going to do?!" Hermione squealed, her hand over her mouth.

"We could stop the bleeding, but that would be the smart thing to do." Draco sneered.

"DRACO! This is no time for your snide comments. You don't GET it do you?" Harry looked up at Draco.

"I get it... But why is her blood silver? Is it a Veela thing, cause' my blood doesn't turn silver..."

"She's and animagus, you prat. She turns into a unicorn. Have we forgotten what unicorn blood does?" Ron said, his hands on his hips in a proper manner. He was angry that Malfoy was so naive.

"Oh, I- I had no idea..." he remarked, his voice quiet. If he weren't a Slytherin, they would have guessed he were deeply concerened and thinking hard. But, this was Malfoy... He was probably thinking of ways to save his own hide. "We need to get her out of here!!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione were stunned at Malfoy's sudden concern. His eyes were pleading, his hair askew. He looked like a worried sibling.

"Al-right..." Harry said slowly, trying to pick up on any sarcasm. Draco was dead serious.

The men hoisted Amara up, but with ease for she was light. Her hair was lengthening.

"We need to hurry! When her horn grows, we are in trouble..." Hermione said desparately.

"There will be none of that. Set her down, and there will be no harm done." a cold voice in the corner sounded.

Voldemort. * ~ *

Hermione screamed. Draco stood there, not being able to move. Ron gasped in horror, and Harry also stood exactly as is, legs frozen with fright. He had run into Voldemort more times than many, but this was almost something he had been expected. Amara stirred. Her legs were turing long, still slender and her fingers were turning into hooves. Her hair was down to her ankles now, and her skin was lightening and growing light hair.

"Ah, I see she is almost done. When she is complete, I will bleed her," Voldemort cackled suddenly, causing the hairs on Harry's neck to stand on end.

"What do you need her blood for? You are back in full power, are you not?" Draco asked boldly.

"Hmm... You must be Lucius' son. You look so much alike. Her blood was and IS quite useful to me, boy. I have found that when mixed with Rose petals and Daffodil roots, her blood came make the drinker temporarily immortal. That will aide in the process for me..." he swept over to where Amara continued to turn, and pulled out a long and slender, curvy knife.

"NO!!" Ron, Draco, Harry and Hermione all sprung into action at the same time. They stood over Amara like a shield, not to be broken easily.

"Get out of my way. I don't think you want to mess with me. Especially you, Mudblood." and he looked over at Hermione. His hand raised to her cheek. "Such a pretty girl. Too bad you won't have a face when I am done with you..."

Hermione whimpered.

"You aren't going to touch her. Or me, or Harry or ANYBODY. Get out of my way..." and Amara stood up, her nearly-transformed self and all. Her torso was that of a human, and her body was that of a unicorn. She looked shockingly like a centaur.

"We'll see about that,'' and Voldemort lunged at her, the knife tearing through her with a sickening ripping sound. She cried out, and kicked him. He gasped, the wind knocked out of him. "You foolish girl!! I wasn't going to kill you... Your friends, yes. Harry... Especially. But now, you are to die too. AVADA KEDAVR-"

The door behind Voldemort flung open with such a force that it was knocked off of it's hinges. Behind the door stood- * ~ *

"Dumbeldore!" Voldemort gasped. Behind him stood a large teem (no, not team, teem... there's a difference.) of Ministry wizards. All looking horrifyingly angry.

"You are to come with us, Voldemort. If you struggle, it'll make things worse." Dumbeldore said calmly, his eyes raging wildfire.

"You silly old git... Such a fool you always were. You forget what I can do. But don't worry... I will see you again." he said to Harry. He stared back at Voldemort, eyes full of malice. "Till' then-" with that, he disapparated out of the room with a quiet pop. The Ministry wizards scuttled over to the place where he had disappeared.

"DAMN! Slippery, he is... Janice?" one aged, terrifying wizard said.

"Well, I guess we could go back to the minstry... The charmed ones have come to help us." (a/n: I don't own any Charmed characters either, put that pen and paper away.) and they all disapparated out of the room as well.

"Is she alright?" Dumbeldore asked no one in particular. He strode over to her in one quick step, pulling out his wand from where he had only minutes ago put it. With a wave of his wand, there was no trace of blood, of a wound. It was healed. "Animagus? Did you, perhaps, attend Grissley?" he smiled at her shocked look.

"Yes, actually... Am I in trouble?" she winced. Not out of pain, but out of fear for what would come of her.

"I know nothing... But I would advise you to register at the Ministry... Just to be safe. I still know nothing." he winked at Amara, who smiled.

"I'm Amara. I'll be attending-"

"Ah, say no more, dear. I know who you are. I am the person who sent you to live with Harry, have you forgot? I am the headmaster at Hogwarts." his eyes were back to their usual sparkly state, kind and inviting.

"Oh! Well... Thank you, for, uh... saving our lives..." she said meekly.

"I seem to do that so well, don't I?" he said, turning to the rest. They laughed quietly. None of them had time to register what had happened.

Dumbeldore stopped smiling, looking at Amara once more. "Hmm... Yes, she would do well in Gryffindor, wouldn't she? I know, she has that spirit too... Hard worker, keen mind, but a thirst for power. Gryiffindor it is!" he announced. Everyone looked at him as if he had grown another ear. They didn't notice that he had summoned the Sorting Hat in the midst of the chaois and confusion.

"Gryiffindor?" Amara squeaked.

"That is to be your house at Hogwarts. Your family. Your home."

"Another Gryffindor?! Where do they all COME from!?" Malfoy exclaimed. * ~ *

The rest of the summer had gone terribly fast, so fast that before they knew it, September first had come in a heartbeat. As they stepped through the barrier of Platform 9 3/4, they pulled Amara through with them. This was all new to her. Draco could be seen chuckling from a window aboard the Hogwarts Express.

"That was fun!! Can we do it again?" Amara asked, behaving like a three year old.

"No, we'll be late. Come on... Let's go!" and with that, Harry Ron and Hermione, Amara included now, set off for their final year at Hogwarts.

Draco had spent the rest of the summer at Harry and Amara's, but he was never seen out of his room. Amara brought him meals every day, and he had greeted her with a mere hello. Nothing else was said between Draco and Harry.

"He's so dark... So mysterious. So hateful." Amara had told Harry the last day of summer when they were in Diagon Alley.

"Yes," he had replied, "That's definately his life story."

Hopping aboard the train, Ron scurried to sit next to Amara. They had recently started to date.

"So, Amara... How do you like the surroundings?" Hermione asked through a mouthfull of cauldron cakes.

"Quite lovely... We all lived so close to Grissley that there was no need to take a train or what not every year. We could just fly our brooms there and home every night. So, who else is in Gryffidor?" she asked.

"Well, in our year, there is Seamus, Neville, Dean, Parvait and Lavender... Then, there is Ginny, Ron's little sister, who is a year younger than us. Colin Creavey, Sam Gerd, Troy McGibbins, i think those two are second year. Other than that, everyone else is gone." Harry said sadly. Harry's fifth year had been Fred and George's last year. Every teacher were less than sad to see them go, but the Gryffindor house was grieved. They had been the life of the house.

"Yeah, it was hard to see them go. But I think this year, we'll make it a historical landmark. A date to be remembered!!" Ron said happily.

"To our last year at Hogwarts!" Harry said, raising his can of pumpking juice for a toast.

"To our greatest year," Hermione said, adding her cup to the mix.

"To our funnest year," Ron added.

"To us." Amara said. After that was said, she was silently included as part of the 'Dream Team'.

And with that, they set off on there last and final year at a place they had called home for 7 years. A place of sanctuary, death, happiness and learning... A place that would never be forgotten.

(A/N) How was it?! Read and Review, I can't wait to hear from you. I'm proud of this. Thank you Murks!!