A.N. - Huh. Standard disclaimer should have been at the beginning of every
chapter. Well, we've got this chapter and that's that, I think. Hey, and
I need you wonderfulnesses to do me a favor. I need to write drabbles -
that's stories under 650 words, like my Brothers Forgiven one, or the A
Veiled Sun collection. I need some more challenges. Give me any pairing
from HP, LotR, The Matrix, Dinotopia, the Tenth Kingdom, Princess Mononoke,
X-Men, (no crossovers though, and ask if you want to challenge me to an
unnamed one - those're just what I can think of offhand) etc, on my LJ -
check my userpage - rooted from Celebros in my LotR Heirs of the King fic.
That's KEL-eh-bros. And he ROCKS!
Righty. Now for the Last Chapter. Know that if the threat of the Dark Lord is gone, the Keys will not be an issue. Their locks will vanish.
Chapter the Last: Tom Marvolo Riddle
He watched the disbelief in Voldemorts eyes slide slowly into a last millisecond of hatred, and he opened his mouth to roar.
Then the jet of light hit him in the stomach, and he stumbled back a step and let his hand fall slowly. Looking very confused, he closed his mouth and stared at Harry. A curious smile crossed his face. "Who're you?" he asked amiably. "Hell, who'm I?"
A second of disbelief. He had done it. Then he came to himself. "My name is Harry," he said quietly. "And you're Tommy. There's been an accident here. There's." He wracked his brain frantically. ".my godfather's hurt." Oh, it hurt him to say that, it ached in his heart. ".and there are a bunch of criminals outside. They think you're their leader, and they're crazy. I need you to help me get out of here. Can you."
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There were too many stretchers floating behind the two darkened figures at first for the people of Hogsmeade to wonder why all of them were loosely hooded. But the two in the lead made their way slowly down the streets, where people were crowding and staring, to the church. Its contents were spilled out of the doors, and several were crying. Harry looked to the enormous sign, with hundreds of signatures, and read it over and over, his mouth forming the words.
Prayer service, midnight, in honor and memory of Sirius Black and Harry Potter.
And he looked at the ones who were crying more closely, and saw students and teachers, Hagrid highly visible among them, Dumbledore staring beside the half-giant, and Ron and Hermione and Ginny crying together but looking, looking not at him but at the stretcher behind him that carried Sirius. Ron was shoving his way through the crowd then, and the others behind him.
"Sirius!" Ron shouted, ignoring the wind that had suddenly picked up and blown his hat off, leaving his hair violently visible. Hermione was right next to Harry then, wiping away tears and searching for her wand. She didn't recognize him under the hood, he realized dimly.
"Sirius -" she was breathing, and she glanced Harry's way, still unable to see his face. "He's not.is he."
"He's dead," Harry said hoarsely.
"No," Ron said, shaking his head fiercely. "He's not - I don't believe you - who are you? And where's Harry?"
He lowered the stretchers gently, motioning that the other, more silent figure beside him should do the same, and then reached up both hands and lowered his hood.
He smiled through tears. "Right here," he said quietly.
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Auror file rid-th-17
Date of first proven offense: 4/1969
Full name: Thomas Marvolo Riddle
Ranking priority: 1st
Date of report: 10-4-1996
Auror first assigned to case: Promethesus Lupin
Aurors currently assigned: All Aurors, led by Arabella Figg and Tamira Lupin
Report:
"A Memory Charm of unbelievable strength was performed of Mr. Riddle. He is to be stripped of his magical powers and his supporters will be sent to be judged fittingly. Mr. Harry Potter performed the spell. Mr. Riddle, also known as Voldemort, is suspected to be the last Heir of Slytherin and a Parselmouth. Mr. Potter is currently recovering and helping with funeral arrangements for his godfather Sirius Black, proven innocent last month, who sacrificed himself nobly, possibly saving every wizard in Britan."
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AN2 - I am so sorry about the screw-up before! I don't know what happened, it was so messed up. Should I make a sequel?
Righty. Now for the Last Chapter. Know that if the threat of the Dark Lord is gone, the Keys will not be an issue. Their locks will vanish.
Chapter the Last: Tom Marvolo Riddle
He watched the disbelief in Voldemorts eyes slide slowly into a last millisecond of hatred, and he opened his mouth to roar.
Then the jet of light hit him in the stomach, and he stumbled back a step and let his hand fall slowly. Looking very confused, he closed his mouth and stared at Harry. A curious smile crossed his face. "Who're you?" he asked amiably. "Hell, who'm I?"
A second of disbelief. He had done it. Then he came to himself. "My name is Harry," he said quietly. "And you're Tommy. There's been an accident here. There's." He wracked his brain frantically. ".my godfather's hurt." Oh, it hurt him to say that, it ached in his heart. ".and there are a bunch of criminals outside. They think you're their leader, and they're crazy. I need you to help me get out of here. Can you."
*****
There were too many stretchers floating behind the two darkened figures at first for the people of Hogsmeade to wonder why all of them were loosely hooded. But the two in the lead made their way slowly down the streets, where people were crowding and staring, to the church. Its contents were spilled out of the doors, and several were crying. Harry looked to the enormous sign, with hundreds of signatures, and read it over and over, his mouth forming the words.
Prayer service, midnight, in honor and memory of Sirius Black and Harry Potter.
And he looked at the ones who were crying more closely, and saw students and teachers, Hagrid highly visible among them, Dumbledore staring beside the half-giant, and Ron and Hermione and Ginny crying together but looking, looking not at him but at the stretcher behind him that carried Sirius. Ron was shoving his way through the crowd then, and the others behind him.
"Sirius!" Ron shouted, ignoring the wind that had suddenly picked up and blown his hat off, leaving his hair violently visible. Hermione was right next to Harry then, wiping away tears and searching for her wand. She didn't recognize him under the hood, he realized dimly.
"Sirius -" she was breathing, and she glanced Harry's way, still unable to see his face. "He's not.is he."
"He's dead," Harry said hoarsely.
"No," Ron said, shaking his head fiercely. "He's not - I don't believe you - who are you? And where's Harry?"
He lowered the stretchers gently, motioning that the other, more silent figure beside him should do the same, and then reached up both hands and lowered his hood.
He smiled through tears. "Right here," he said quietly.
*****
Auror file rid-th-17
Date of first proven offense: 4/1969
Full name: Thomas Marvolo Riddle
Ranking priority: 1st
Date of report: 10-4-1996
Auror first assigned to case: Promethesus Lupin
Aurors currently assigned: All Aurors, led by Arabella Figg and Tamira Lupin
Report:
"A Memory Charm of unbelievable strength was performed of Mr. Riddle. He is to be stripped of his magical powers and his supporters will be sent to be judged fittingly. Mr. Harry Potter performed the spell. Mr. Riddle, also known as Voldemort, is suspected to be the last Heir of Slytherin and a Parselmouth. Mr. Potter is currently recovering and helping with funeral arrangements for his godfather Sirius Black, proven innocent last month, who sacrificed himself nobly, possibly saving every wizard in Britan."
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AN2 - I am so sorry about the screw-up before! I don't know what happened, it was so messed up. Should I make a sequel?