Here is the fifth chapter! Sorry it's so late! I had it typed on a floppy and I can't find it anymore, so I had to rewrite! I couldn't remember what I had before, but oh well. The ending is better than the one I had before anyway.

Harry sat in the dirty straw. He often glanced out between the cracks of boards. He knew they were somewhere near London, but it looked completely different. Most of the buildings and people that made London, well, London weren't there anymore. The sky had an eerie orange glow, and dark marks were strewn across the smoky sky.

"Please, no! Not Harry!"

The memory of what his mother had said startled through his thoughts.

Voldemort. One word could explain all his problems in life. It was all because of Voldemort that everything wrong had happened to him, his parents, Sirius, Cedric, Ron, and this. He wiped away a tear that rolled across his cheek before Hermione saw it. He knew that he had to be strong for her.

"Hermoine." Harry's cracked voice managed to utter, but then the wagon stopped with a sudden jolt. The door opened and the brightness of the real outside world nearly blinded him. Harry felt something hard, wet, and cold hit him in the back of his head, but took no notice.

He and Hermione were grabbed off the wagon and escorted to a high platform. Voldemort sat waiting on a high throne, like a king.

"Mr. Potter! Surprised to see me?" asked Voldemort in a taunting matter.

Harry's scar burned for a bit, but Harry showed no weakness. He just slowly was lead in front of Voldemort, Harry glaring at him.

"Hmm. Silence. What should I expect? Ah, yes. Your have your mudblood friend with you. Quaint."

Hermione held her head up high, but Harry knew she was shaking with fear and holding back tears and stifling a scream.

"I don't have time for games unfortunately, although, I have waited years for this day. The day when Harry Potter would be finally defeated. The day you die Mr. Potter." Voldemort seeing no response, added "Put them in the chamber."

Cheers broke out in the crowd made Harry and Hermione quickly panic. This was either very painful or very humiliating, perhaps both.

"Hermoine." Harry said trying to get Hermione's attention. Getting it, he nodded at her. Realizing what he meant, she nodded back. Gathering all his energy and thoughts on Voldemort's soon defeat, Harry closed his eyes and pictured it in his mind.

Before the death eaters came up to them to place them in the chamber, they both pulled out their wands and after quickly disarming the death eaters, pointed them at Voldemort.

"Check." Said Harry, remembering all the games of chess he had played with Ron.

Voldemort started laughing. "I must admit, you are the first ones to pull a wand at me." With just a simple flick of his wand, Harry and Hermione's wands flew into his hand sending their owners flying backwards. They landed at the very edge of the platform, so close that Hermione's hair was cascading over the edge.

Harry glanced over the crowd to see what kind of people would actually enjoy something like this. Not too surprisingly, he found the Dursleys. Dudley laughing and pointing while eating a rather large chocolate ice cream. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon acting very smug. Not wanting to look at them any longer, he scanned the crowd again and saw Ginny? "No. it couldn't be." Harry thought, but was dragged up by Hermione's hand in a graceful matter. In her eyes he could see her say, "Don't pay any attention to them. We have work to do."

Harry slowly stood, helped up Hermione, and started to walk to Voldemort. They didn't make hardly any distance when death eaters were upon him and Hermoine. Hermione was already being dragged to the direction of the chamber, but Harry was going to give them a fight. Harry punched the nearest death eater as hard as he could, and found it to be Draco.

"You." Harry spat.

"Me." Draco said coolly. "As I said years ago, 'You don't want to be making friends with the wrong sort.' You denied my hand in friendship and you felt that you could decide the winning side. You chose wrong Potter! Being with bad wizarding families and mudbloods."

While Draco was talking to him he was bound by several death eaters and received a blow to the head. He was thrown into the chamber where Hermione was.

Lights were turned on inside the chamber, and when Harry looked out the window, he saw the face of Voldermort staring him in the eyes. Turning toward Hermione, he whispered to her, "No matter what happens, I love you."

"I know." She whispered back to him.

A light green gas was entering the small chamber. Cheers were heard louder than before at the sight of the gas. "Prepare to be muggleized." Voldemort said to the two teens as they began to lose conscience.

Minutes later when the gas was gone, Voldemort didn't see a witch and wizard with no magical abilities but a phoenix surrounded by fire.

The phoenix itself was incredible. It was larger than any other phoenix, and event though flames were licking the phoenix, it was not turning into ash. Voldemort started to back away, and the phoenix followed him. When the phoenix landed on Voldemort, there was a huge ball of flame that lasted several minutes.

When the fire and smoke sort of cleared after many minutes, any sign of Voldemort or the phoenix was gone. Two figures in very fine white robes were floating above the site where the fire once was.

"They are the boy and girl from before!" yelled a voice from the crowd.

People took out shot guns and tried to get them down, but after they found that every shell missed them, they stopped.

Harry and Hermoine's bodies were back to back to each other with their arms outstretched and palms touching.

"Whenever the world is in trouble or is far from the path, they will return again to aid in what is right. Come my children, and may you find rest." Said a loud but soft soothing voice from the sky.

With a flash of light, the two were gone, and the world was left to chose how the world was going to be fixed.

Centuries after the rule of Voldemort over both the wizarding and muggle worlds, the two have united, working together.

Both sides know the story of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. A memorial has been placed where they had disappeared before and all who have died under Voldemort's command have been honored.

But, evil never is forgotten, for a new evil will rise and new heroes will conquer.

It's finished. I don't know about a sequel though. I guess I made room for one anyway. Hope you like! Love you all!

~Nyoko