Chapter 23: The Conclusion of the Matter
Author's Note: Long chapter, hope you guys enjoy it, this is the end. The song at the end is one performed by "Cream" called "White Room". It's not my own.
The professors and students still inside the castle frantically tried to make their escape. The rumbling went on for a few moments, but just as quickly as it started, it ceased. Gene Evans ran through the castle towards the main gate, literally throwing aside everything in his path, several professors ran behind him calling for him to stop. Professor Flitwick tried to cast an immobility charm on Gene but it seemed to have no effect. When he reached the main gates he found them closed. He glared at the professors behind him.
"Open it now!" he ordered.
The gate swung open and Gene rushed out to the field where Voldemort stood, confused but undaunted. The dark lord waved his wand at Gene, but nothing happened. Voldemort's eyes widened in terror as Gene ran up to him and grabbed him by the throat. Gene raised the sorcerer into the air, the helpless Voldemort flailed under the much stronger man's grasp.
"You killed my son!" Gene screamed as he tightened his grip.
Voldemort screamed hoarsely as the machinists hand tightened around his throat. He felt the power rush out of him into the strange muggle.
"What is this magic!" Voldemort screamed. The Hogwarts professors stopped several yards from Gene, looking on in amazement. Voldemort screamed in agony for a moment then stopped struggling as hard.
"You remind me of someone," Gene said. "Someone I saw a long time ago. Tom Riddle?"
"Yes," Voldemort hissed as he reached into his robe. The dark lord produced a small dagger and jabbed it firmly into Gene's hand. Gene released his grip and Voldemort fell to the ground. The dark lord wisely started to run, but halted abruptly as he ran into Samuel. Voldemort's jaw dropped in horror as Samuel reached out and grabbed him by the robe.
"Like my daddy used to tell me," Samuel said. "Always check the bodies."
Samuel reached up with his other hand and grabbed the shocked Voldemort by the hair, and drawing his sword in his right hand. "Kneel," Samuel said flatly.
"I kneel before no one!" Voldemort replied arrogantly. "You will kneel before me!" he said waving his hand at Samuel, but to no effect. The dark lord's knees gave way, and he fell to the ground. Samuel turned him to face the professors, and Gene. Samuel raised his sword.
"Stop!" Gene called to Samuel.
"There is no one alive that deserves to have his life extinguished more then this one," Samuel said. "If he is allowed to live another day he will only cause more misery."
"He must be brought to justice, you know this. His fate is not for us to decide," Gene said calmly, pulling the dagger from his hand. "If you kill him, it will be in cold blood. Is that really what you want?"
Samuel narrowed his eyes at his captive. "No," he said. Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, then all went black as the pommel of Samuel's sword impacted heavily on the base of his skull. The onlookers stared at the limp body of Voldemort in awe. Gene began to sway and collapsed to the ground.
"Father?" Samuel asked, dragging Voldemort behind him and kneeling over his father.
"Poisoned, I'm afraid," Dumbledore said, waving his wand at Gene. "It will pass, someone get him to the hospital wing."
Gene regained a little strength and Professor Flitwick and Severus Snape helped him to the castle. Snape produced a vial from his robe and gave it to Gene.
"Drink this, it will slow the poison," Snape said. Gene readily complied and drank the whole potion.
Dumbledore waved his wand again at Voldemort, and chains bound his hands and feet. Samuel retrieved Voldemort's wand and snapped in half, putting the pieces in his surcoat.
"I think he's powerless now," Samuel said. Samuel raised Voldemort into the air. Dumbledore and Samuel returned to the castle while. The remaining professors woke the unconscious and started gathering the wounded and fallen. Once inside the castle with the dark lord in tow the men made their way to the dungeons. The house elves had made short work of binding the Death Eaters they had captured. One house elf in particular seemed to enjoy his work more then the rest. He attended to a tall white haired man that was imprisoned by himself in one of the many cells. The small elf beamed at Samuel and Dumbledore as they walked down the hall.
"Dobby did good work! Bound his former master up tight he did!" the elf said excitedly. The man in the cell sat calmly, sneering arrogantly at the two as they passed by.
"They will never let you get away with this!" the man cried.
"Do be quiet Lucius," Dumbledore said calmly. "I'm quite aware of your standing with the ministry, but this is out of their hands now."
"Besides, you don't wish to look bad in front of your master now do you?" asked Samuel.
"Lord Voldemort will kill you all!" Lucius screamed.
"Is that so?" Samuel asked, standing in front of the cell door.
"His wrath will be terrible, all who stand in his way will perish, and he'll release us from our imprisonment. When he does I will be coming after you personally," Lucius said confidently.
"How is he going to do that unconscious?" Samuel asked, bringing Voldemort closer to the cell. "His power has been found wanting today. Is second best who you really want to serve?"
Lucius gasped as he saw the unconscious and slightly battered form of Lord Voldemort hovering in front of him. His face flushed, then he regained his composure. "No matter, begone."
An empty cell was found and Voldemort was placed inside, and shackled to the wall about two feet off the ground. His legs were shackled, his arms were shackled and a conjured band of iron was placed around his waist. Dumbledore cast and immobility charm on Voldemort, and an unbreakable charm was placed on the chains. Samuel caused the air to stop vibrating as much around the walls of the cell, effectively making the open cell sound proof. Dumbledore enchanted the room so no magic could be cast, and several house elves worked in unison to make sure all the charms held, and added a few of their own.
"Get him a new set of robes," Samuel ordered a house elf. "Take off his old clothing, all of it, and put him in the new set. Carefully put everything he has on him in a locked room, and have my cousin inspect all of it when you're done."
The house elf quickly complied and rushed off. Dumbledore smiled, "Respect for the prisoner?"
"Things are quite different where I come from," Samuel replied. "They all need to be dressed the same, and searched. I assume the elves already did that?"
One of the house elves spoke up, "Yes sir, we searched them good we did, there's a whole room full of stuff upstairs!" the elf said excitedly.
"Good, sort it, and make sure the Death Eaters get a new set of robes, if they won't change willingly, do it for them. They will be fed and watered, make sure they are given an adequate supply of both. Make sure they are at least somewhat entertained, and watched at all times. Especially this one," Samuel said, pointing to Voldemort.
The elves quickly rushed about doing as they were told. Samuel and Dumbledore watched Voldemort until the house elf returned and dressed the dark lord. It was no easy thing to do with him shackled to the wall as he was, but the efficient elf quickly accomplished the task. A few Unspeakables arrived in the dungeon a short while later, and relieved Samuel and Dumbledore of their watch. The unspeakables were soon joined by three Aurors, and an Obliviator. Samuel and Dumbledore went back up into the castle. Many of the classrooms had been converted to attend the wounded. Medics from the Wizard Slayers, and wizards attended to the wounded and Fawkes the phoenix flew around giving tears to those he knew, and those that couldn't be healed magically any other way. It was a grim sight and several of the conscious people gasped to see Samuel still alive. A few older students returned to the castle, and those who had fought from their brooms rushed about helping as they could. Samuel and Dumbledore when to the headmaster's office and found several people waiting.
"Do we have a count?" Samuel asked.
"Two hundred dead on our side, almost all sustained wounds of some sort. An innumerable number of spiders and two house elves died as well. Only about fifty of the other side survived," McGinty replied. "Twenty of the dead were wizard slayers, only three of us didn't sustain heavy wounding, two of them are in this room."
"That's much worse then I expected," Samuel replied. "I suppose their families will be notified?"
McGinty nodded, "Certainly."
"Did we get a recording of the fighting?" Samuel asked.
Several of the people in the room nodded their heads. "It will be used as evidence in the court," one woman replied.
"Are repairs to the school underway?" Dumbledore asked.
"Several craftsmen are here already to repair the damage," Filch said slowly. "It's going to be a long task that's for sure, even with magic. Foundation is cracked."
"Thank you, that is all for now," Dumbledore said, sitting on the chair behind his desk heavily. "I'll be taking full reports in the morning."
Those in the office quietly left the room, Samuel stayed behind. A knock was heard at the door.
"Come in," Dumbledore said.
The door opened and Harry Potter walked in the room, looking very shaken. "Yes Harry?"
Harry sat down in a chair in front of the desk. He looked at Samuel in disbelief for a moment then at Dumbledore. His face was etched with equal parts amazment, horror and relief.
"I saw," Harry started.
"It's alright Harry," Samuel interrupted. "I'm fine, Voldemort is in captivity."
"How did you survive?" asked Harry.
"I shrugged it off," Samuel said. "Magic has never been able to do much to me, remember?"
Harry nodded.
"It seems you two have something else in common," Dumbledore said. "Besides a common ancestor."
"We've both survived the killing curse," Harry replied.
"Much more then that, but I am curious," Dumbledore said. "How did you defeat that curse? Surely no Opposite was ever that powerful."
"I honestly can't say I did it by myself," Samuel replied. "Part of it was my natural born abilities though. I approached Hermione Granger earlier this year and told her I needed to know how to ward off hexes and such. I sat in on several of Mad Eye Moody's classes and talked to him on the matter as well. It seems there was an old bit of lore buried in the library about how one might stop the killing curse, as well as several other supposedly unavoidable hexes. It works very similar to developing immunity to a poison or a disease. The old wizards used to do this all the time. Hermione and I experimented; she would cast charms on me that reacted with my body similar to the killing curse. Eventually she had to use full power, and the wand I gave her to do anything. Along with several wards Elanus placed in my armor, and sword I was able to shrug off nearly anything I couldn't negate entirely."
"Voldemort is very powerful, I don't see how any of that would have helped," Harry commented.
"Well, my sword is to thank for that. My father forged it down in the Chamber of Secrets, he handled it more then any other piece he's ever made. He wanted it to be perfect. The sword had a curious effect too, it started absorbing magic. We noticed this when Flitwick tried an Unbreakable charm on it, and a spell to make sure it never dulled. Severus and Alveron had to be brought down with potions just to make the charms work. That took a considerable amount of effort as well." Samuel replied. "I felt the curse take hold on me, then I started to fight it off. The strain caused me to fall motionless, then my hand touched the pommel of the sword and the curse drained right out of me. That's how I survived."
Dumbledore nodded, "I see, impressive, you've outdone all my expectations."
The talk went on for several minutes before Harry and Samuel left the room. The evening went slowly as people recovered. By nightfall most of the wounded had been tended to, and many were completely recovered thanks to madam Pomfey's skill. The next morning was hard, most of the students had been brought back and the shock of the whole situation was unbearable. Parents were called in to take their children home. Several of the students lost at least one parent in the battle, and some lost both. There were very few dry eyes in the castle. Almost no one arrived at the Great Hall for breakfast. One family in particular, the Weasley's decided to stay and help where they could.
"Grisley work eh?" Arthur Weasley said to Elanus as they looked through several of the magical items that had been recovered.
"Aye," Elanus said. "I'm just glad I've got help identifying all this stuff." Elanus waved his wand at a strange skull shaped item and dropped it in revulsion.
"What is it?" asked Arthur.
"You don't want to know," Elanus said, moving to the next item.
"We're almost done. How's our star witness holding up?" asked Arthur.
"Well, she's a bit scared, and rightfully so," Elanus replied. "You know the key to this whole thing is going to be Harry's testimony in front of the Ministry."
"I noticed they had Cho in an old office. Heavily guarded, poor girl," Arthur said.
"Yes, Harry too, only not under custody," Elanus said, sorting through a few more items. "We don't know who else is a traitor."
Arthur nodded, "Looks like we're done here, I think your cousin wants us back to search visitors."
"He sure does," Elanus said, looking at a small pocket watch. "We're late, we need to go."
The two men started down the halls towards the office where Cho was being kept. They sat in a small anteroom with Professor Longfellow and Maria.
"Where is he?" asked Elanus.
"Samuel is inside talking to her," Maria replied. "We're standing guard."
"I see," Elanus replied. "If you have anything you need to do, we'll take over."
Maria nodded and followed Longfellow out the door.
"Long week, glad it's over," Arthur said, breaking the silence.
"It'll be longer still when our 'guests' go to trial," Elanus replied.
There was a knock on the outside door. Arthur shrugged and opened it. A shorter man of obvious Asian descent stood outside the door with a strikingly beautiful woman of similar height and ancestry at his side.
"Mr and Mrs. Chang," Arthur said. "It's good to see you again."
"Is my daughter alright?" Mr. Chang asked.
"Yes of course she's been well taken care of," Arthur said, guiding them in the door.
"May we see her?" Mrs. Chang asked.
"Yes ma'am," Elanus replied. "We need to search you first, you understand."
Mrs. Chang squirmed a bit beside her husband. "I feel a bit uncomfortable having a man search me," she said, embarrassed. Mr. Chang put an arm on his wife's shoulder.
"Oh, right," Mr. Weasley said. He went out the door and ran down the hall and came back with Maria and Mrs. Weasley. "I'm sorry ma'am, Maria and my wife will do it, nothing invasive, just to make sure you aren't carrying anything."
"I understand quite well," Mrs. Chang said as Maria led her out the door. Elanus and Arthur searched Mr. Chang, turning his pockets inside out and magically trying to detect anything he might be carrying. Elanus laid Mr. Chang's wand on the desk, along with his pocket change, and a small folding knife.
"He's clean I think," Arthur said confidently.
"Were you afraid I'd hurt my daughter?" Mr. Chang asked.
"No sir, we're under orders, it's nothing personal," Elanus replied with a smile. Mrs. Chang was led in by Maria and a small purse was laid on the desk.
"She wasn't carrying anything at all really, no make up or anything," Maria said, with a hint of jealousy in her tone.
"Right then, you can go in," Elanus said. Arthur knocked on the door leading to the main office. Samuel opened it carefully, hand on the pommel of his sword, though he wasn't in his armour.
"Cho has some visitors, her parents," Arthur said.
"Oh, right," Samuel said taking his hand off his sword. "Nice to finally meet you," he said shaking their hands, "I'm afraid the picture doesn't do you justice, ma'am." Samuel took Mrs. Chang's hand and kissed it. Mrs. Chang curtsied graciously and Samuel showed them inside.
"May we talk to her alone?" Mr Chang asked.
"I can wait in the corner, but I'm afraid I can't leave the room. I'm sorry," Samuel replied.
Mr. Chang eyed Samuel suspiciously.
"He's just doing his job, dear," Mrs. Chang said, calming her husband.
"Mother?" Cho asked getting up from the bed and hugging her parents.
"You have disgraced us," Mr. Chang started to say.
Cho hung her head in shame. "I'm sorry, I have caused our family great shame."
"We forgive you," Mrs. Chang said.
"It will take many nights to repair the damage you have done," Mr. Chang replied.
"You aren't disowning me?" Cho asked.
"We were going to, but the headmaster can be very persuasive. He says you were important in today's victory," Mr. Chang replied.
Cho shook her head, "I took no part in the fighting."
Mr. Chang turned to Samuel, "Is this true?"
"Absolutely not, she gave us information that greatly helped our chances of victory," Samuel replied. "I'd never put a girl, or a woman for that matter on a battlefield."
Mr. Chang nodded, "You are an honourable man, I can tell. That is very important to me. You treated our daughter with respect, I thank you."
Samuel bowed to Mr. Chang, and shook his hand.
Outside the room another knock at the door was heard. Arthur opened the door and looked out. A man of average height stood outside the door with two larger men behind him.
"Why Mr. Fudge, how are you," Arthur said.
"May we see the prisoner?" asked Mr. Fudge as he and his companions walked inside the room. Arthur shut the door behind him.
"I suppose, you may," Arthur said, looking back at Elanus.
Elanus stood and shook the Minister of Magic's hand, "So wonderful to see you Cornelius. After a quick search, and you leave your wand and belongings with us you may see her. Her parents are in there now, so it might be a bit of a wait."
"Oh step aside, Green there's no need for this," Fudge said, trying to push Elanus aside.
"Sir, we have to search everyone who comes through here, we can't take any chances. Surely you understand, set an example will you?" Elanus said, not budging a bit.
"Well I never!" Cornelius said indignantly.
"Well you will, or you'll not get to see the girl," Elanus said calmly. "What have you got to hide, we're just going to check your pockets, and those of your companions, who will have to wait with us."
"I heard she's dangerous, these are my bodyguards," Fudge said. "They go where I go."
"Samuel Green is in there, he's quite formidable himself, trust me you have nothing to worry about," Elanus replied.
"I suppose you're right, here's my wand," Cornelius said, laying his wand on the desk.
"Thank you sir," Elanus said, patting down Fudge.
Arthur searched the two larger men, and produced two thick rods, the kind police officers carry. After laying them down, Arthur waved his wand at the two men and shrugged.
"Nothing on them," Arthur said.
"He's clean too," Elanus said as he shook Fudge's hand. "I'm sorry sir," He said. "Wait what's this?" Elanus asked turning Fudge's hand palm up. He carefully inspected the hem of Fudge's cuff and tore it open. A small needle like object was hidden in Fudge's cuff.
"What's this," Elanus asked holding the needle up to Fudge's face.
"That, I don't know, I suppose my wife accidentally left it there when she was mending my cuff," Fudge said.
"This is not a sewing needle, this is an assassination tool. It's used to prick the victim, it pumps poison into their veins, then disappears without a trace. When the victim is dead the poison disappears too. This is hardly something I think your wife would have around," Elanus said gruffly. "Trying to kill the witness? Like you did with the Crouch boy?"
Fudge panicked and shoved Elanus out of the way and the two larger men threw Arthur across the room. Fudge started towards the door, grabbing his wand and the small knife from the table. He burst through the door, knife and wand in hand. Reacting quickly Mr. Chang grabbed Samuel's sword from it's scabbard and placed it neatly under Fudge's chin.
"Trying to kill my daughter are you?" Chang said, scowling at Fudge. Samuel looked out the door to see two large men in a heap in the middle of the floor and Arthur and Elanus running into the room.
"You can't prove anything!" Cornelius cried, dropping the knife. "They tried to attack me, look he's holding a Deadling Needle!"
"Oh I think we all know where that needle came from Mr. Fudge," Samuel said, inspecting the Minister's arm. "Looks like your shirt needs fixed."
"I'm placing you under arrest for the attempted murder of a child," Elanus said. "And high treason."
Elanus produced a set of shackles and placed them on Fudge's wrists. Mr. Chang lowered Samuel's sword and handed it back to it's owner. Elanus called down the hall and Fudge and his body guards were escorted to the dungeon.
"I see where your daughter learned it all," Samuel said, taking his sword back. "I'm sorry that happened. They should have been more careful."
"No apology needed, mistakes are made, and men get desperate," Mr Chang said. "That is a fine weapon, where did you get it?"
"My father made it," Samuel replied.
"I should like to meet your father, I would pay handsomely for a blade even half as well crafted as that one," Mr. Chang said.
"Well if you're going to be here a while, he's about," Samuel said. "His name is Gene Evans, he's a bit taller then you, built like a small bear. You can't miss him, I'm sure he'd be glad to have a reason to fire the forges again."
"May we stay with our daughter a bit longer?" asked Mrs. Chang.
"Certainly, if you don't mind someone in here with you," Samuel replied. "Though I doubt anyone could get past your husband."
"We do not mind, we understand," Mr. Chang said. An Unspeakable came in a few minutes later to relieve Samuel. Two more Unspeakables took Elanus and Arthur's place. Dumbledore met Samuel in the hallways, Elanus, Arthur and Gene were following close behind.
"I have called all those students, and those who have remained in the school to the Great Hall and dusk," Dumbledore said. "I believe a time of mourning, and a celebration of our victory is in order. I was wondering if you would grace us with your talent tonight."
"I'm a bit tired, but I would be glad to, after a nap and a quick discussion with some Gryffindor students I know," Samuel replied. "And a quick nap, of course."
Dumbledore nodded and continued down the hall, the other three men stayed. Samuel shrugged and smiled.
"I'm proud of you son," Gene said.
"So am I, cousin," Elanus said.
"I thank you," Arthur said. The three men clapped Samuel on the back. "Now go take a nap, I want to hear you at your best," Gene commented.
Samuel rushed down the hall to the Gryffindor tower and gathered a few students and talked to them for a few moments. The students grinned widely and rushed off to their rooms. Samuel found his own bed and took a short nap before meeting the students outside the common room. Four house elves with large crates in tow stood grinning up at the students.
"All has been prepared!" one of the elves squealed in delight.
"Good. PEEVES!" Samuel yelled, his voice echoing down the halls. Peeves appeared in front of Samuel.
"Yes sir!" the poltergeist said, snapping to mock attention.
"I know you're really good at banging on things," Samuel said, as the students, elves and poltergeist walked down the halls.
The Great Hall was full of students and parents. The professors sat at the head of the room talked amongst themselves quietly. Samuel and the group following him entered the room and nodded to Dumbledore. The old wizard stood and quieted the room.
"What has occurred in the last few days was horrible. I know many of you have lost loved ones in the battle that raged just outside these very walls a day ago. This day will forever be remembered at this school for those who lost their lives here. I call for a moment of silence for the fallen," Dumbledore said, bowing his head. Several minutes passed and Dumbledore raised his head, the rest of the room soon followed suite.
"This should not be totally a time of mourning, I'm told that our greatest enemy has been captured, and his forces defeated. To help us celebrate the occasion, Samuel Green has been asked to speak and a small band has been formed to play for us tonight." Dumbledore said, motioning to Samuel. Samuel quietly stepped forward, and as he did one of the students started clapping. The clapping of a single person was joined by everyone in the room, soon they stood and cheered. Samuel tried to quiet them down, but it was no use. The applause continued for several minutes, and finally died down.
"Thank you, but I'm not the real hero here, you are, and these brave men and women who risked everything for you guys," Samuel said, turning to his father. "It was not I who really defeated Voldemort, but my father. Without his machines, and his bravery or as he's always called it 'Blind Stupidity' we probably would have all died today. He's the one that deserves the real thanks."
The applause was nearly deafening, and Gene sat a bit embarrassed amid the cheering students and teachers. When the applause died, Samuel hopped up on a small platform.
"Your headmaster asked me to play some muggle music for the occasion," Samuel said. "Mostly because I know very little wizard music."
Samuel picked up a beautiful metallic blue guitar and plugged it into an amplifier sitting on the stage. The students that had followed him, along with several house elves manned their instruments. There was an assortment of drums, guitars, violins and a woodwind or two on the stage, along with a piano. Peeves took his place behind a somewhat chaotic looking pile of what appeared to be pots, pans and a few drums.
"One, two, three, four!" Peeves cried, banging two sticks together.
Samuel struck a few heavily distorted chords on his guitar and started to sing.
"In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment."
A few of the students joined in.
"I'll wait in this place where the sun never [A] shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves."
Samuel struck a few chords on his guitar again, joined by drumbeats from Peeves and the students. Samuel started singing again.
"You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning."
The song went on, followed by several more much to the enjoyment of the students, and many of the parents, especially those who were muggle born. Samuel and his band played for several hours straight, until exhaustion and the hour forced them to stop. Everyone went to their beds, the first peaceful night they had had in nearly a week. No one could deny the fear the felt of the prisoners trapped beneath the castle, but just the same they slept well.
Epilogue
Crowds of people left the building where the Ministry of Magic had convened for the trial of Lord Voldemort and his followers. Elanus Green, Samuel Green, and the Weasleys along with Harry Potter stood just outside the court building in a small circle.
"Things are looking good," Arthur said. "Thanks to Harry's testimony, and that of the other students, Voldemort will be executed tomorrow. He's powerless to do anything about it either. The Death Eaters and other supporters will be imprisoned for the rest of their natural lives as well."
"Not to mention that Cornelius Fudge was convicted, and you're running for Minister," Elanus said.
"Aye, but there's stiff competition," Arthur replied.
"You're sure to win, after Dumbledore's speech I'm sure most of the populace sees a need to change their views of muggles, especially after so many died trying to protect their children," Elanus said. "They're giving medals to all those who fought to hold Hogwart's, even to muggles."
"I'm just glad it's over," Harry said. "Finally I can sleep without having to worry about Voldemort."
"It's not over until Voldemort is dead, Harry," Samuel said, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder. "But he soon will be, and he's powerless now at that."
The Weasleys, Samuel and Elanus Apparated to the Weasley home where Gene was waiting for them already.
"Good afternoon, father," Samuel said, embracing Gene. "I think Molly is going to feed us poor starving muggles."
Gene nodded and the men went into a garage of sorts where Arthur kept all his muggle things. "I know you like taking most of this stuff apart," Gene said. "But I fixed all I could during the two weeks you've all been at the trial."
Arthur looked amazed at all the things that were buzzing and spinning in his garage. "Thank you, If you could explain all this stuff to me I'd appreciate it."
"Certainly, it seems I'm going to be here a while," Gene said. "Are we all going to watch the execution tomorrow? I want to make sure he's completely dead."
Arthur nodded, "Yes, we've been asked to attend."
Gene nodded, and the evening was filled with much lighter topics of conversation. Early the next morning a crowd appeared around a large wooden platform. A gallows was constructed on it and a thin almost skeletal man was drug up to the rope.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, you have been sentenced to hang until you are dead, how do you have any last words?"
"Yes, you all are going to wished this had never happened. There are far worse things out there then you think I ever was." He said, spitting at the crowd. "Get it over with." He hissed. The noose was placed around Voldemort's neck and tightened. A black bag was placed over Voldemort's head and tied at the neck with a piece of red chord.
"May God have mercy upon your soul," A man said as he signalled another who was manning a large lever. The lever was pulled and Voldemort dropped through a trap door. The sickly sound of a neck breaking was heard. The body was inspected and confirmed dead. The crowd cheered, and was dispersed a short while later. To make sure, Voldemort's head was severed from his body, and both were burned that night.
As Samuel walked away with his father and brother, Gene leaned over to him and whispered. "He's right you know, when I held him I could feel his thoughts, he was afraid of something. Something so terrible that not even he could defeat it."
Samuel nodded, "I thought so too, when I was holding his hair."
"I'm sure whatever it is, we can deal with," Elanus said. "For now we should sit back, and relax. Let whatever enemy is out there come, we'll be ready for it."
"Well said," Samuel said, clapping his cousin on the back. "Well said."
With that the two made their way to the Weasley home. The sun set behind the horizon, and the wizard world celebrated.
Author's Note: Well guys, that's it and I've had fun writing it. Thanks for the reviews and the strong support! Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!