I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or anything associated with it. It belongs to its creator Joss Whedon and whoever else owns it. This piece of literature is simply the work of a humble fan. I don't own Harry Potter neither. It belongs to J.K. Rowling.

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:::Author Notes:::

This takes place during Season Four of Buffy. It's after the episode Restless (Where the First Slayer killed all of them in their dreams). For Harry Potter it takes place after the events of book five: Order of the Phoenix.

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Some of you had questions in your reviews. I don't like people being confused so here are your answers.

Q&A

Where did you hear about the canceling of Angel? — Go to www.buffyworld.com go site for information.

Is the mysterious person Glory? — I'm feeling nice, so I'm going to say YES it is. Along with Galaxia in SM. Glorificus is my favorite villain ever.

When is Dawn coming? — Dawn will be here, don't worry. ^_^ All I can say is she'll be here sooner than you know it. Not in the most cannon of fashion however.

Stars Not in Heaven

Chapter Nineteen: Present, Future, Past… Circles of Time

By: Water Mage

Hermione shook her head looking distracted and very, very embarrassed. She picked up her bag, not meeting Buffy or Harry's gaze and hurried past them. "I've got to go," she said quickly, almost in full sprint out the door.

Buffy let Hermione leave unbidden. Hermione was not the teenager she was responsible for. She crossed her arms and leaned against the framework of the door, still staring at Harry. "Well?" she asked.

Harry sighed heavily as he tiredly collapsed onto his bed. "I don't know!" he moaned sorrowfully. "One minute me and Hermione were studying, waiting for Ron to come back… then the next thing I know we were all over each other. I can't even remember who kissed whom first. It was so fast and quick and then Ron came back and everything went to hell."

Buffy's hard expression softened as Harry poured his story out. He sounded truly and honestly upset about the affair. Plus, the whole thing sounded awfully familiar to her. Quickly the memory came back to her. The time in High School when Willow and Xander kissed each other. Cordelia and Oz, their respective beaus, caught the two in the middle of their kiss and things turned crazy.

Buffy joined her brother on the bed, slinging her arm around his shoulders. Harry closed his eyes and slumped his shoulders wishing to himself silently that maybe this all were a dream. "When did you first start feeling things for Hermione?"

"That's the thing. I don't know. It just came out of nowhere," he stopped and seemed to look inward, looking back on a memory. "She was sitting there reading and then the light from the sun struck her face… I remember thinking, god she looks so beautiful. Hermione looked at me and we kinda stared at each other then we kissed…"

"Okay, okay," said Buffy interrupting him. "I think I got it, casa nova. You and Hermione had wow potential. Lets talk about what you're going to do with Ron. He was pretty upset when he left out of here. Sure, you told me Ron had a temper but damn. All fear a Weasley scorned."

Harry groaned burying his face in his hands. "You don't have to tell me how angry he was. I was there, remember. I don't know how I'm going to face him. I knew him and Hermione liked each other and I went ahead and…"

Buffy squeezed his shoulder. "I'm sure that if you just give him time Harry, he will come around…"

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Harry had tried to talk to Ron the next day but the redhead was not hearing it. He wouldn't even look in either Harry or Hermione's general direction. If he did see them he would just look at them impassively and pretend they weren't there. Ron cut off all ties to them, resorting to suddenly becoming quite chummy with Dean and Seamus and ignoring his ex friends' very existence. Time passed and a month later Ron still wasn't talking to Harry or Hermione.

Harry wanted Buffy to try and talk to Ron, but Buffy absolutely refused. She said that if Ron wanted to talk to her, Harry, or Hermione then he would do so. Cornering him and trying to force him to talk was wrong and nothing good would come of it. Harry didn't have time to worry about Ron. The Great Conjunction was getting closer and closer and now it seemed they only had half a month left to prepare. Harry, Sirius, Remus, Buffy, and Dumbledore sat in his office going over tactical strategies and game plans to use during the battle that they knew was going to take place on the grounds outside of Hogwarts front doors.

"Do we have an evacuation plan for the students?" asked Buffy.

Dumbledore nodded. "That has been taken care of. With the help of Professor McGonagall, I shall turn their house tables into portkeys. When the attack comes the students will have to be accounted for and seated in the Great Hall. At my cue the portkeys will activate and take the students into the Keep. That's the basement of the school that was created by the Founders for emergencies such as this."

"Have you had anymore dreams lately, Harry?" questioned Remus.

Harry shook his head. "No, I haven't. It's really weird. Its almost like he's blocking me or something. I know he can't get into my mind anymore either, since I've gotten really good at Occlumency."

"That's either goods news or bad news," said Sirius. "Depends on how you look at it."

"Tell me about it," half smiled Buffy. She turned to Harry and her gaze turned serious. "Are you ready for what's ahead. I mean really. You're going to have to kill or be killed. Tell me Harry, are you really ready? After you take a human life your going to feel different. Tainted."

"I don't think I'll ever be ready for this. Taking a life a mean. I know that Voldemort killed Mum and Dad and probably hundreds of other people but…"

Dumbledore graced Harry with a small smile. "But it still feels wrong. That's the difference between you two, Harry. He kills without mercy or conscious. You could never do that because your heart is too pure."

"I just hope that my pure heart doesn't get me killed."

"You won't die as long as you have me watching your back," said Buffy.

"You can count on me too," promised Sirius. Remus smiled and nodded not having to say anything. Harry already knew that Remus would be there for him too.

"Thank you," replied Harry smiling. "So, Sirius are you going back to your parents' house? I know you've been anxious to leave the place for awhile now."

"No, I'll be staying here at Hogwarts. With the battle starting so soon, I don't want to miss out on anything by being stuck in that hell house. My mother's portrait is really starting to annoy me to know end, waking me up at all times of the night."

"At least I'm not the only one not getting enough nights sleep," said Buffy, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"The dream again?" inquired Dumbledore cocking his head, questioning.

She nodded her eyes darkening at the memory of the prophetic dream. "Its so confusing. I get the bit about the fight with Voltron but then it gets crazy. That damn person floating in the light warns me 'This is only the first battle. Soon she will come'. I always ask who will come. Then some crazy person spins me around and says, 'No, not who. Me.' Then her fingers go impaling through my skull."

Harry looked at her, fear radiating off him in waves. "You don't think the end means she's going to kill you, do you?"

"I don't know. It could be a symbol or something. You know like maybe she gets off by digging in brains…" she trailed off seeing the looks she was getting.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly looking a little bewildered. "For the life of me. I don't think I will ever get over how easily you seem to accept some things."

Buffy shrugged. "After finding out that you have to send your boyfriend to Hell to save the world -- everything else is pretty mild. Even when Faith --evil skanky slayer--" She clarified for Sirius and Remus who nodded in understanding. "Went dark I wasn't all that surprised."

"Maybe," began Harry, smiling slyly. "It's because being a blond makes you slightly thick. You know you're a few sickles shy of a galleon."

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Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Buffy looked up from her book at the sound of knocking. She closed it calling out for them to come in. Hermione entered the room and quickly crossed the room to the couch to sit down. Buffy spun in her chair to face Hermione.

"What can I do for you?"

Hermione sighed. "I need some advice, Buffy. It's about Ron. I know he really liked me but he hasn't talked to me since he caught Harry and me kissing. And that was a month ago. I like him too but since it's just been Harry and me this whole month, I'm really starting to like Harry too. Like, as in more than a friend."

"And you want to know which one should you choose?"

"Yes. The thing is it's so hard. I'm not sure because I've never felt it before, but I think that I love both of them."

Buffy almost fell out of her chair. 'Only to teenagers can something like this happen to,' she thought silently. "If you are sure about your feelings then don't rush into any relationship. Just wait and let your heart sort the emotions out till you're one hundred percent without a doubt sure of whom you love."

Hermione smiled ruefully. "I've made a mess of things, haven't I? One kiss has messed up a six year long friendship."

Buffy shook her head disagreeing with her logic. "No, you didn't. You guys are true friends anyone can see that. In the end you'll come back to each other."

"Thanks for talking with me, Buffy. I have to go talk to Professor Snape about a Potions quiz he gave last class. I'll see you later and we can talk some more."

Hermione departed the room, leaving Buffy alone with her thoughts. She couldn't tell Harry about Hermione's feelings in the matter, since she went by a strict patient doctor confidentiality. Which meant that whatever said between the two of them would stay that way and nobody would find out what they had talked about. Buffy wanted to help her brother in anyway that she could especially with this information, since for the last month the feeling of guilt and confusion has been slowly eating away at Harry but she couldn't. Buffy just hoped that in the end Harry wouldn't come out of this with a broken heart.

"Time for lunch, heifer!" screamed a voice.

Buffy looked to the source of the voice, a scowl forming on her face. The clock on the wall was pointing towards lunch time and had informed her, and quite rudely too that it was indeed time for lunch. Buffy almost threw her book at the clock as it called her fatback but decided against it.

Harry was sitting in the Great Hall halfway through his lunch when Buffy entered the room. As usual more than half of the male students stared as she walked to the Head Table. Harry rolled his eyes at Seamus who was practically drooling at Buffy, his blue eyes not leaving her slim frame for a moment. Noisily, Harry cleared his throat getting Seamus' attention. The Irishman snapped his head around, meeting the brunette's icy glare with a purely innocent look.

"What?" asked Seamus feigning dumb. His tousled blond hair hung across his face giving him an angelic appearance but Harry knew the boy better than that.

"That's my sister you're looking at," ground out Harry through clenched teeth.

"Oh, Saints preserve us, Harry! Have you seen how nummy your sister looks? Really delectable that girl is."

Seamus was practically jumping a little in his seat as he described Buffy. Harry clenched and unclenched his hands unconsciously under the table. Seamus didn't stop there, he continued on rattling off about Buffy. Harry's glare turned from icy to deadly in a matter of seconds. Dean glanced at Harry then hurriedly tapped Seamus on the arm gesturing to Harry pointedly. Ron who was sitting beside Dean but currently ignoring Harry had turned also and blanched at the look on Harry's face. Harry just wasn't glaring at Seamus his face looked the picture of rage. The fact that his eyes were glowing a vibrant emerald, green from edge to edge helped to. Harry's breath came in slow, loud bursts.

"Never speak of my sister like that again!" Harry snarled banging his fist on the tabletop emphasizing his point. The glow receded and Harry's eyes returned to normal.

Everyone in the Great Hall, students and teachers alike jumped at the sound of the shout and fist banging on the table. All eyes turned to the Gryffindor table where Harry was burning a hole through Seamus' skull with his death glare. Without even a backward glance, Harry rose from his seat and swiftly walked out of the Great Hall literally feeling hundreds of eyes watching his back as he left.

After sitting in her seat for a moment stunned, Buffy jolted from her stupor and bolted from her seat quickly following her brother out of the room. The chatter in the Hall, which had been silent, instantly rose in fervor once the Potter siblings both departed the room.

Harry stalked down the hall his black robes billowing behind him. A perfect Snape impersonation, only Harry wasn't acting. He was honestly and truly pissed. Harry was used to Seamus acting like a complete prat, but combine that with a prophecy, destiny, fight with Ron, confusing feelings toward Hermione, not knowing if he was going to live to see another year. Add that together and mix and you have one troubled teen, Harry James Potter.

"Going for Exit of the Year Award, are we Potter?"

Harry spun around and inwardly growled at the person before him. Draco Malfoy stood standing in front of Harry flanked by his ever-present bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle. The Slytherin Prefect was wearing his Hogwarts robes as if they were designer robes rather than standard school uniform. Rather anything that Malfoy wore tended to look more expensive and elegant than anything anyone else ever had on.

Harry felt a sneer come unbidden to his face as he glared at the blond boy. "What do you want, Malfoy? I'm telling you now that I. Am. Not. In. The. Mood."

Malfoy laughed low in his throat and with a casual nod in Harry's direction, Crabbe and Goyle started forward. They moved fast with a speed that Harry would never had expected from them. Simultaneously, the two stocky teens grabbed Harry by the arms and pushed him back. They pinned him against the wall and lifted him up till his tiptoes scraped against the ground.

Malfoy glided forward till he was almost nose to nose with Harry. His gray eyes glittered dangerously as he stared Harry down. "You sent my father to Azkaban. The most hated place in the world for a wizard to ever end up. And you sent him there…"

Harry shot Malfoy a grin that annoyed the blond boy to the core. "Tell me, does it honestly look like I care? Malfoy, I don't give a giants ass about your father. In fact, I hope him and all his little death eating buddies go to Hell for the crimes they've committed."

Malfoy pulled out his wand aiming it between Harry's eyes. "After the Dark Lord is finished with you, I'm sure he'll have a nice place for your sister…"

Harry felt something within him snap at hearing the jibe directed at Buffy. His anger that hadn't went away returned full force. His head that was lowered slowly rose till he looked daggers at Malfoy, his green eyes once again glowing that unnatural, emerald color. His personality was pushed back and something fiercer and more angry arose in its wake. Malfoy took a step back gasping in shock at the power that he could feel rolling off of Harry like waves. The Boy Who Lived was practically a living fountain of power at the moment. Harry closed his eyes and snapped them open. Crabbe and Goyle were suddenly pushed back by an invisible force, sending them flying backwards and landing on their backs on the stone, corridor floor. They slid backwards a few feet their momentum carrying them along.

Malfoy stepped back slowly as Harry glided forward like a predator about to catch its prey. "I knew you were a freak," whispered Malfoy.

Harry raised his arm and Malfoy squeaked pathetically as he was raised into the air magically. Malfoy looked at Harry eyes wide and fearful. "How are you doing this without a wand?"

"If I were you, I would be worrying about the fact that you just pissed me off," whispered Harry in a voice that was eerily calm. He stepped forward till he was only an inch away from Malfoy. The blond started to call for help and quite loudly too.

Harry placed his index finger against his mouth. "Shhh… Its not nice to yell in the hallways." He leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Have you ever thought about the fact that when I leave Hogwarts, I'll be a fully trained wizard. I could go after you the day we graduate Hogwarts and no one would even care. I mean, whom do you think they'll believe. You, the son of Deatheater, or me Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived?"

Malfoy whimpered and Harry smiled a small smile. "Exactly?" He raised his hand higher and Malfoy rose further into the air.

Buffy came around the corner and gasped at the sight before her. Crabbe and Goyle knocked out on the floor. The collision to the ground had knocked them unconscious when their heads cracked against the floor. Then to her brother, Harry, who was standing in front of a floating, fearfully shaking Draco Malfoy. Her brother seemed to be controlling the floating boy with his hand and not his… wand. Harry heard her gasp and his head snapped in her direction. His brow furrowed in confusion as if he wasn't sure of who she was before he shook his head and his normal eye color returned. Malfoy dropped unceremoniously to the ground after that. Buffy ran forward to Harry questions running all through her mind.

"How? What? When? What was that Harry? I know for a fact that I didn't see you have a wand in your hand."

Harry looked down in confusion first to Crabbe and Goyle, whom were picking up Malfoy and hurriedly leaving the scene of the crime. Harry gazed around him his eyes dazed as he went over the memories in his mind. Slowly, he shook his head looking puzzled.

"I don't know. It's kind of hazy. I remember Malfoy insulting you then the next thing I know. There you were. For some reason I seem to remember him floating or something."

Buffy bit her lip staring worriedly at Harry. 'This isn't good. This makes the second time that he's blacked out after something big has gone down. The first was when Dracula made like a tree…'

"Harry, I think you had better see Dumbledore. Something weird is happening with you and I don't know if it's good or bad. Definitely not normal though."

The two made their way to Dumbledore's office quickly. Buffy didn't stop questioning Harry on the way there for a second. Her mind was trying its hardest to wrap around what she saw. Only the Witches back home ever worked magic without wands and as far as she knew Harry was not one of them. And never would be one, for he used a magic that stemmed from inside of him and not the magic that existed around him. Like from the Earth below, the trees, the oceans, and even this very castle whose magic was so strong that Buffy could practically feel it hum when she expended her senses outwards, like Giles taught her to do.

An hour later the two sat in Dumbledore's office no closer to answers than they were an hour ago. Buffy explained the story to Dumbledore and the elder wizard had used various instruments from around the room to test Harry with and so far his entire test had come up inclusive. There was nothing wrong with Harry. His aura was the same. He wasn't possessed, wasn't a demon, vampire, shape shifter, anything preternatural. He simply was Harry according to the test results.

Dumbledore laced his fingers together gazing at the two in front of him thoughtfully. "I must say according to your story there should be something different about Harry or something that says what exactly was the power he distrusted earlier was. I am sorry to say that I am baffled as to what it could be."

Buffy half smiled. "I'm sure you'll find something. There has to be a reason for this," she said, tapping Harry on the hand. At the touch, Buffy gasped as suddenly her whole world was twisted and turned on its axis. A sharp gasp fell from Buffy's lips as her eyes closed and she experienced a vision behind her eyelids…

A large, green forest surrounded Buffy. A forest greener and more healthy than any she had ever seen in her life. The grass below her feet was the same kind of different. It was a more vibrant green, brighter, and more… full of life… realer. Buffy looked around and behind her was a large castle, with spires and towers that were so high that it seemed they scraped the clouds high in the sky. People she had never seen before were gathered in a large, loose circle before her. She looked down at herself and her body was clothed in a deep scarlet robe and she could feel a circlet or maybe a tiara on her head. Buffy found herself running to the circle without even wanting to. It was more like her body was working on its on and she was just along for the ride.

Buffy shoved herself through the circle and cried out at the sight before her. Two men were slowly circling each other. One was in red robes and the other in dark green. Buffy recognized one of the people. The one in red… It was Harry. Except he was older and his hair was longer, pulled back into a ponytail. He radiated an aura of courage and strength along with a large amount of determination.

The other person, the one in green was someone that Buffy could only speculate as to whom he really was. He looked like Lord Voldemort only with more human features. In fact he looked more like Harry than she would care to admit to herself. Buffy was witnessing a duel but somehow to her it felt like this had happened before. Almost like a weird sense of déjà vu.

Harry look-alike shook his head, eyes flashing with an inner fire burning within their depths. "Salazar, thou shall not defeat me in a duel of magic."

Voldemort look-alike or Salazar as he had been named smirked. "Godric, surely you jest. Only one of us shall hope to come from this alive and that shall be I."

"The only reason why thou turned to the Black Arts is because you wished to become more powerful than all of us," said Godric or Harry look-alike assuredly. He raised a tall, wooden staff that was marred with many runes and symbols. "Thou is wrong in thou's beliefs and ye knows it! Hating Man will not get ye anywhere so please stop this foolish course or I spell doom for thou's fate."

"Godric," began Salazar in a low deceptively calm voice. "Ye speaks too much." Salazar raised the staff in his own hand and without even chanting a spell he struck.

Buffy could only watch as the two went back and forth. Spell after spell, curse after curse, jinx after jinx. The loose circle surrounding the fighters got bigger and wider with each new spell. For their dueling circle was starting to resemble a battle zone. For that was what it was, truly. It seemed the Earth and the very cosmos were bearing witness to the awesome display of magic. The stars in the sky rained down in a shower of lights as if they wanted to come closer to the Earth to get a better view.

Weary and bleeding, Godric did a somersault and with his staff tripped Salazar. The ever-smirking man fell to his back and looked to Godric coldly.

"Go ahead and do it, cousin! Kill me!"

Godric stepped back shaking his head. "I will not. We are still kin," he said sadly.

"Godric Gryffindor!" Buffy found herself shouting against her will. "Kill him!"

Godric shook his head still gazing down sadly at his cousin. Suddenly, Salazar grinned an evil grin that made Buffy shudder. "Wrong cousin," said Salazar icily. "Tejlfi feil fewjj likken reuutii…"

Buffy shivered as the sky turned black as the day turned into night. Even the moon seemed to hide behind a cloud in the now dark sky as if not wanting to bear witness to whatever was about to happen. The words fell from Salazar's lips like flowing words of silk. They caressed the insides of each person gathered but there was something evil in the words something old, black, wrong.

Salazar lifted his hand and a beam of midnight black, light burst from his palm and struck Godric in his chest. Godric's eyes opened in surprise and with the last of his strength he whispered some words and a jet of green light flew from the top of his staff and impacted Salazar in his chest. Instantly the light covered him and there was a rushing sound and then Salazar Slytherin was dead. Buffy found herself involuntarily running forward to Godric's fallen side. She fell to her knees cradling his head in her lap. Tears ran from her eyes and dripped down her face landing on Godric's brow.

"Oh Godric, do not die! Do not leave me for the Here After!" she cried.

The people gathered all lowered their heads in respect and sorrow at how the duel played itself out. Godric looked up at Buffy his green, emerald eyes bored into hers. Eyes that were so familiar to her like the back of her own right hand.

"Do not cry sister," whispered Godric slowly as the color faded from his cheeks. "Death is not the end. It is only but the next great adventure. And I am an Adventurer."

With those last words, Godric Gryffindor breathed his last breath and passed on to the next life…

Buffy gasped loudly her back knocking hard against the back of her chair as she came out of her vision. Dumbledore and Harry were gathered before her both wearing looks of concern and worry. Buffy groaned holding a hand to her throbbing head. A headache, like never before was threatening to tear her head apart from the inside out.

"Now I see what Cordelia meant when she said that I would never know what a true headache was, until I experienced a vision."

Harry blanched. "You had a vision. Like a real one."

Buffy shot him an irritated look. "No, I had a fake one. Of course it was real. It was so real. It was… the past… I think. The very far past. Harry and Voldemort or well a more human Voldemort were there too. They looked different but I could tell it was them."

"Why didn't I think of it before," Dumbledore whispered more to himself then for them. "A past life. You were seeing a past life. Buffy, this is important. Do you happen to remember the names of Harry and Voldemort back then."

Buffy who was starting to pale a little bit catching on. "Oh yeah, I do. Believe me I do. Harry was Godric Gryffindor and Voldemort was Salazar Slytherin."

Harry never that bright with clues in front of his face, didn't understand where the conversation was going. "I don't get it? What are you guys going on about?"

"Harry sit down, please," said Dumbledore, waiting for him to sit down before talking again. "Buffy had a vision of your past life."

"Actually it was mine," confirmed Buffy. "I was his sister then too."

Harry held up his hand. "Wait. So you saw us in our past lives? I mean, did we look the same?"

"Uh, yeah. You did actually. Kind of. Only more older. More powerful. Voldemort looked like how you described Tom Riddle to me."

Dumbledore nodded wisely and said, "Well, they probably looked the same to you because your soul recognized their souls. I mean, we all tend to travel in the same circle of family, friends, and even enemies throughout our various lives. And that's why our souls recognize each other. So we can keep finding each other. That's what soul mates mean."

Buffy rubbed her temples soothingly while trying to remember the vision. "I don't know how I know this, Albus… But I think that Salazar cursed Godric. It's like I somehow know what it does but I don't really… get it?" At their shaking heads she sighed and continued. "The curse was spoken in the Black Tongue... The language of the Old Ones. The curse was Godric would again be reborn in one of his descendants whenever he, Slytherin would be reborn in his, so that they could battle again one last time."

"You were experiencing the vision through Godric sister's eyes, your past self, so of course she would know what the curse was and what it did. You just happened to carry the knowledge back with you," explained Dumbledore. "But this last bit of news if disturbing. If Voldemort is the reincarnation of Salazar Slytherin then the last battle is going to be…" he trailed off not having to explain.

Harry looked between Buffy and Dumbledore puzzlement slowly clearing away. "Are you trying to tell me that I'm the reincarnation of Godric Gryffindor? THE Godric Gryffindor?" he asked disbelieving.

"Yes, Harry," answered Dumbledore smiling sadly. "It would explain your new powers wouldn't it. All of the Founders are famous for their apt control of primeval magic. The magic you seem to channel at moments of heightened emotions."

"But I don't want these powers!" argued Harry cheeks flushing with suppressed anger at how everything seemed to include him somehow.

"I'm not sure, but it's probable that your powers will go away after the battle. I believe they are only showing themselves now because its nearing the time of the Final Battle and the soul of Godric Gryffindor within you knows it too as its close to the surface of your psyche."

"Why are you so sure that I will win the battle with Voldemort? You keep speaking like I'll survive it," said Harry voice shaky. "He could so easily kill me. Voldemort has years of experience and knowledge of the Dark Arts. I'm only sixteen!"

Buffy grabbed his hand giving it a squeeze. His eyes met hers and green met green in a stare. "You won't lose then. The prophecy says that you and Voldemort will battle alone but screw that. You'll have me there. Then we will really see what the big bad wizard can do against two Potter's on a mission."

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This is a long one to make up for the last one, since it was so short. Some of this was supposed to go in there, but I didn't have the energy to type it all up in one chapter. I quoted a certain show in the chapter. The first three people who can pick it out I'll send them the last chapter earlier than everyone else. (Remember to leave an email address so I can send the chapter to you).

Now, folks remember this is the second to last chapter. THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST ONE. That's right the next chapter is the end! Then after that the sequel will come up.