Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything recognizable from the books or movies.

Author's Note: Ahh…here it ends! How sad!! :'( Well, I haven't had too many reviews for this story, which I don't mind too much because this is a story that I just HAD to write, no matter how many reviews I got. But please, take the time to review this last chapter so I will know that people have been reading it! No flames though, please…it really sucks to end off something on a bad note! I really appreciate all the people who have reviewed! Thanks a bunch! Warning: This chapter is not for the faint of heart as it gets pretty gory. And also, if you have a weak stomach, I don't know if I would read this. Perhaps I ought to 'up' the rating?

¤ whenever I have italics in these: ~ ~ sorts of squigglies, they are still referring to the present.

¤ IMPORTANT NOTICE: The flashbacks are going to jump around a bit after the last scene of the night. Hope it doesn't get too confusing…I'll space it out between present and past though, so whenever I go back to the past from a present, it'll be a different year, a different scene…although this might not quite work…here's this…I'll tell you when this notice becomes applicable, okay? Okay! That said, I now present to you the final chapter of Hairy Harry.

Chapter 6: Final Tragedy

Harry lunged at Ron and Hermione. Before he could reach them, however, he was distracted by a hauntingly familiar scent of chamomile and ginger. Human emotions were beginning to well up inside of him, trying to escape. He shook his head, allowing the bestial characteristics to take over again. This momentary lapse of concentration caused him to land in the rushing river. The icy cold water jolted his senses and renewed the struggle between his human side and the werewolf side. Quivering, he forced his now numb legs one step at a time towards his friends, causing an inner battle with himself every step of the way. He caught the whiff of chamomile and ginger yet again, and managed to force his legs to change their course of direction, moving towards a body of a young girl floating in mid-air. He cautiously approached her and sniffed. It was Ginny's perfume. Suddenly, memories of Ginny came pouring into Harry's head- Ginny laughing, Ginny crying, their first dance, their first proclamation of undying love for one another, their first kiss…

Never again. Emotions burst from the dam that Harry had built up inside himself during the transformation. A tear trailed down his cheek. Followed by another. And another. Now a veritable river of tears was coursing down his cheeks. An inhuman scream issued from his throat. The Dominatus rune that was glowing on his forehead turned black and disintegrated. He was free from the control of Voldemort. He charged towards Ginny's killers- Macnair and Lucius and Draco Malfoy. They lay petrified by the river's edge, in a full body bind. It would have been to easy to just kill them like that, ripping them to shreds. Instead, Harry just knocked them into the river, letting the powerful current carry them away to the jagged rocks below. By now, Ron and Hermione had come to their senses and continued in fleeing across the river with Ginny in tow. Using the direction spell, they began to navigate their way back to Hogwarts. Harry was glad that they were leaving. He didn't want them to witness the bloodshed that would soon follow.

Harry wound his way up the stairs, silently, slowly. When he reached the top landing, he followed the scent of the person living in the house. He found himself in front of a door to an infant's room. He shoved the door open gently, still peeking around the doorframe. In the bright yellow room, a woman was holding a baby with red fuzz surrounding its head. Her back was to the door, and she was singing the baby a lullaby.

~ Tender shepherd, tender shepherd ~

~ Don't forget to count your sheep, ~

~ One, say your prayers and two, close your eyes ~

~ And three, dream happily, fast asleep. ~

She lovingly kissed the baby and gently placed it in its cradle before turning around to leave. As she spun around, her eyes fell on the head that was staring evilly at her. She screamed.

Harry turned around and faced the enemy- Voldemort. With a savage cry, he threw himself at the Dark Lord. The Lunafucus who was hulking in the shadows immediately leapt into action. It lunged at Harry, pulling him down. A vicious fight ensued, but soon came to an end, as Harry's massive size and strength allowed him easily overpower the leader of the Lunafucai.

"That is no problem. I still have plenty more," Voldemort cackled, holding up the tiny piece of glass that still had the Lunafucus trapped in it. "I can call forth as many reflections as I want to, all under my control." Harry snarled and leapt at Voldemort. The Thestral Voldemort was perched upon flapped its wings, propelling itself higher. This action, while protecting Voldemort, caused him to drop the piece of glass. It fell to the ground and shattered, bringing an end to the Lunafucai.

Harry grinned and walked quickly towards her. She shrieked again and lifted the now crying baby out of the cradle and ran for the door to an adjoining room. Harry raced her there, but she was closer. She slammed the door in his face and locked it, hoping to be safe in her bedroom. He snarled and snapped, and managed to bite a hole in the door. The woman put the baby down on a chair and picked up her wand, ready to protect it with her life. Harry burst in the door, knocking it off of its hinges.

"H-Harry? Don't you recognize me? Please…I don't want to hurt you. Please Harry, don't," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

Her? Hurt him? He could have laughed. Instead, he howled, instilling even more fear into her. Harry? Why did that sound so familiar? Who was this woman? He narrowed his eyes in slits and slunk towards her.

"I-I don't want to do this, Harry. B-but…you're not leaving me much of a choice. Stupefy!" The spell bounced off of Harry's thick coat of fur. He barked in a mocking manner and took another step towards her. He took a running leap at her, and her arms flew up to protect herself. Halfway in the air, Harry changed direction and landed instead on the chair.

"No!!" the woman shrieked. The baby began crying again, but its cries were silenced by Harry's jaws puncturing its tiny stomach, followed by its skull.

"No!!!" the woman cried again. But now it was too late. Harry turned towards her, his fangs glistening with blood.

"No!" Voldemort shrieked. "What have you done?! Do you know how long it took me to trace down that Lunafucus?" he cried in despair. Harry didn't know, and he didn't care. Summoning all of his strength, he bunched up his muscles and leapt as high as he possibly could. He managed to close his mouth on the leg of the Thestral, pulling it down with him. Despite his size, the Thestral was still far more powerful. It bucked and reared until Harry was thrown away. However, these violent actions also caused Voldemort to lose his balance, and he tumbled from the back of the Thestral. The winged horse whinnied, and took to the air, not once looking back. Voldemort screamed and shouted in rage, but soon realized that he had more pressing matters to face- the Cruenta-Lunafucus he had created that was now looking at him murderously. Voldemort reached for his wand and uttered the killing curse, but Harry had been expecting that and dodged it. He growled and charged at Voldemort. He jumped on top of him, effectively breaking the arm of his enemy's wand hand.

Voldemort whimpered. "P-please…I will give you anything in exchange for my life. Money, power, anything you want, just name it. Just do not kill me!"

Harry howled in a laughing manner. He somehow managed to summon a human voice, though it was raspy as his wolf-like vocal chords were in the way. "Give back the life of my parents. Give back the life of my love. Give back the wizarding world all of the years in which you have wreaked terror and pain. If you cannot do that, then this is your end." He leaned closer to Voldemort's face, his own face contorted in sadistic glee. "Turning me into a werewolf was the biggest mistake you ever made, Voldemort," he whispered harshly. Those were the last words Voldemort ever heard. With one swipe of his paws, Harry slit the throat of the evilest wizard that had ever graced the wizarding world.

The woman backed up and fell over onto the bed. "Please, Harry. Don't…" she whispered. By now, Harry had lost his mind at the first taste of blood, and was too crazed to listen to her. He lusted for more blood. An unearthly scream issued from his throat as he ran at her. None of the spells she fired at him, though powerful, were able to penetrate his thick coat. With a powerful lunge, he leapt upon her and began to slash and tear at her flesh. She screamed and cried out, then went still.

(A/N: Okay, here's where the notice applies. I'm REALLY sorry if those scenes were a bit too graphic and descriptive, but I kind of need it that way.)

It was twelve years after that fateful evening that ended the reign of terror that Voldemort had imposed. Few still dared to speak his name, but the world was free once again. Harry was visiting Hermione and Ron, who had gotten married and were living together in a little house in the suburbs of Britain. Harry worried about them. Neither of them had quite recovered from Ginny's death, but Ron seemed to be taking it harder than the rest of them. He rarely smiled, and his laughter was even rarer. His health was declining, and he looked as though he hadn't had a decent night's sleep since twelve years ago. Hermione was taking his failing health hard, but she remained faithfully at his side.

Harry stopped his paw as he glanced out the window. Sunrise! He had to get to someplace dark. He ran down the stairs, but stumbled and fell as his body began to change back to normal. He lay on the floor, unable to summon the strength to pull himself up. He fell asleep at the base of the stairs.

Six months later, Hermione and Harry were mourning the loss of Ron. They just departed from the cemetery. Harry was spending the night at Hermione's so she wouldn't feel so lonely.

It was now late. Harry was unable to sleep and went down to the kitchen, hoping that a glass of milk would help. He stumbled through the doors to find a weeping Hermione. He held her in his arms and soothed her.

"Oh, Harry, what am I going to do? What am I going to do?" she cried.

"Don't worry. I'll help you through this. Besides, Ron has been working since he left Hogwarts so you would have a good life."

"But Harry, you don't understand. I-I'm…"

"What?"

"I'm pregnant, Harry! I can't take care of another child when I feel like I can barely live myself!"

Harry gasped. He certainly was not expecting this. "Don't worry, Hermione. I'll help you. I promise."

Harry awoke with the sun streaming down on his face. He groaned and got up and stretched his sore legs. For some reason, he was on the floor by the base of the stairs. He blinked his eyes. His vision was blurry…ugh…he must have forgotten his glasses in his room. He put his foot on the first step and pulled it back quickly. He had stepped in something moist and sticky. He bent his face close to the stairs to inspect what it was. He blanched. Blood. He looked up- there was a trail leading to the top floor.

Harry smiled. He couldn't remember being this happy in a long time. He was marrying Hermione! They had always loved each other, though only as friends. Personally, he couldn't think of a better life than living with his best friend. Throughout all the time him and Hermione had spent together after Ron's death, they had come to realize that they had deeper feelings for each other. In order to support Hermione and take care of her easier, she had moved in with him. Now, they were getting married. He held his arms out towards her. She smiled and hugged him. She pulled back and placed his hands on her rounded stomach.

"Just one more month, Harry. I'm so excited. Do you think Ron minds…us?"

He kissed the top of her head. "I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure that he's smiling down on us somewhere, glad that his legacy is living on, and that you're healthy and well again." She smiled and held his hand, and together, they turned to face the minister in front of a church full of people.

Harry followed the trail of blood upstairs. First he went into Ronald's room. The crib was empty, but the door that led to the bedroom had been knocked clean off. His heart racing, he ran through the doorway, to be confronted with his best friends' child, mutilated, dead. Heart wrenching sobs were working his way up from the very depths of his heart. Where was Hermione? He spun around wildly and saw her lying on the bed. He staggered towards her, his entire body shaking with suppressed sobs. His wife…his best friend…Hermione… She lay in a pool of her own blood, her robes were torn, and her body was mangled. He inspected the claw marks on her body, made by…a…werewolf? No! NO!!! It couldn't be!! He collapsed into a state of unconsciousness.

Harry awoke to the sound of ringing and pounding on the door. He pushed himself up and went to answer the doorbell. Then he remembered. Everything that he did as a werewolf came back to him. His stomach heaved. From downstairs, two men were still pounding on the door.

"Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter! We did it! We've finally found a cure for your transformations!" excited voices called out.

Tears trailed down his cheeks. They were too late… far too late. The only ones he cared for most in his life were dead- killed by his own hands. Barely realizing what he was doing, he picked up Hermione's wand that was still lying on the bed, ironically in good condition compared to everything else in the room. He pointed it at himself.

"Avada Kedavra."

The next day, Ministry members found the hole by the side of the house. After no one answered the door, they forced their way in, to discover the bodies of Ronald, Hermione, and Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, no more.

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Author's Note: And so concludes Hairy Harry. sobs You probably all hate me now for that horrible ending! I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is. Please don't flame! You were all warned anyway…warned about the gore and the angst. Anyway, please review. It's complete!