After Hogwarts

Disclaimer: I only own Hermia, Geri, Henry and Madeline. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Co.

A/N: Thanks to Jeff for the idea of Dumbledore coming :D Also, thanks to Eilidh (A Scottish Elf), and Jackie for reviewing (oh yeah, and thanks to Jeff also for reviewing. Well if he gave me ideas, then he reviewed! LoL). I know it's been about a month, but between writer's block, exams, homework, and actually typing this up, it's taken me quite a while, so forgive me please. Any who's, on with the chapter!

Chapter 8

Harry and Draco spun around to see Dumbledore - who looked like he did when he was up against Voldemort – and Ron who stood behind him a bit.

"Well?" Dumbledore asked.

"Draco wants to know how nobody figured out that I'm alive and we're friends," Harry replied, glaring at Dumbledore.

"Ah," Dumbledore replied, nodding, eyes cold. "Well Mr. Potter, I believe you should show Mr. Weasley where Voldemort's body lies."

"Yes, of course," Harry said.

"I wish to speak with you afterwards, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said, sitting down.

"Alright. Come on Weasley, follow me," Harry said, about to leave the kitchen.

"Hold it Harry, did you want me to come too?" Draco asked, stepping in front of Ron.

"Move it Draco, I want to get this over and done with," Ron said, speaking for the first time since he entered Harry's home.

"Better listen to you brother-in-law Draco," Harry smirked as he left his kitchen.

As soon as they both came through the kitchen doors, Harry could hear Ron mutter Colloportus. Harry twirled around to look at Ron, who had a very grim look on his face.

"Ron, what's –" Harry started.

"Why did you drift away from us to become a Death Eater?" Ron asked, sounding a bit annoyed.

"I'm not a Death Eater. I never have been, never will be," Harry said.

"Oh yeah, then why were you going to kill me and 'Mione?"

"I took certain missions or orders, which ever, from him, but I didn't serve him! Here, take a look," Harry rolled up the sleeve on his left arm. "If I was a Death Eater, then his mark would be on my skin. It was on Madeline's arm…" Harry trailed off. He then rolled down his sleeve. "But you didn't need to know that."

Ron didn't say anything.

"Come on, follow me. You want Voldemort, don't you?" Harry asked impatiently, making his way upstairs.

Ron followed Harry upstairs and as soon as he saw Voldemort, he felt like throwing up. Voldemort's white skin and long fingernails made Ron squirm uncomfortably.

"You should be happy that he's dead, his red eyes are even more horrible," Harry said, noticing Ron's squirming.

"What are you talking about Potter?" Ron asked, after he stopped his squirming.

"Whatever Weasley, you know exactly what I'm talking about," Harry replied while he went into the room to get Voldemort's body.

Ron stayed silent. Harry shook his head and levitated Voldemort down the stairs. After a quick Alohomora on the kitchen door, Harry went into the kitchen (with Voldemort's body floating in front of him), Ron close behind him. Dumbledore rose from his seat as soon as he saw Voldemort. He rushed over to him and performed a few spells that Harry didn't recognize.

"He really is dead. Voldemort's gone," Dumbledore said.

"No shi –" Harry started but was cut off by Ron yelling 'yahoo!'

"I've got to go tell the Aurors in my department, my family, and 'Mione!" Ron said.

"Of course Ron, go. Draco, maybe you should go inform your wife," Dumbledore replied.

Draco nodded and Disapparated, with Ron following. Dumbledore then turned to Harry.

"Harry, please sit," Dumbledore requested, sitting down himself.

"No thanks, this is my home, so I can stand if I want to," Harry said, leaning against the wall.

"Fair enough Harry," Dumbledore replied. "We need to talk."

"Aren't we talking right now?" Harry interrupted.

Dumbledore ignored Harry's last comment. "So tell me Harry, why did you follow the footsteps of Tom?"

"How many times must I go through this? I was not a Death Eater, nor did I follow Tom's footsteps as you put it.

"Then why did you dohis biding?"

"If I had a bad day, that's how I relaxed, killing people. It turns out that if I'm really pissed off, I can conjure up some pretty powerful curses. I could never get the 'Cruciatus' curse down though, never really wanted to cause pain for others. See Avada Kedavra is quick and painless for the victim, but bloody fun for the attacker," Harry said.

"But Harry, why would you want to kill innocent Muggles? Or Muggle-borns?" asked Dumbledore.

"I didn't kill innocent Muggles or Muggle-borns. I only killed the damned."

"Fair enough; why did you finally decide that you wanted or had to kill Voldemort?"

"I decided to kill him when he gave orders to Bellatrix to kill my wife and daughter."

"Ah, revenge," Dumbledore said. "Did she kill your wife and daughter?"

"She only killed my wife, Madeline. But when she went to kill Hermia – that's my daughter if you didn't know – the spell backfired causing Bellatrix to die and only giving Hermia a scar on the stomach. I guess you could say that history repeated itself except that only her mother was killed, there's no prophecy, her scar is heart-shaped and on her stomach, and her attacker is really dead."

"Where is your daughter at the moment? I would certainly like to meet her. Molly informed that she looks remarkably like a cross between you and your wife."

"She's at her grandparents' place."

"Okay," Dumbledore sighed. "Now, can you tell me how come you didn't die the night I shot Avada Kedavra at you?

This time Harry sighed. "I can never be killed by Avada Kedavra, neither can my children."

"And why is that?"

"You might want to take this down or something, because this will be the last time that I'll explain it," Harry paused. He waited until Dumbledore got some parchment and ink before continuing. "Well after you told meabout the spell put over me by my mother, I decided to check into it more. Now there wasn't that much information on it, but I figured out a new purpose for the spell. Nobody knows exactly what it does; only I have found that out.

"Scholars believe that the spell will only protect you from the one Avada Kedavra, but I discovered that if a certain potion is taken by the one with the spell they will be protected by all Avada Kedavras. That potion and spell will run through their veins and will be passed down generation to generation until the line stops.

"I guess that's it," Harry said.

"I see. No wonder you got Outstanding on all your NEWTs," Dumbledore said. "I knew that you were a smart and powerful wizard, more so than me."

"Yes well, is that all? I'd really like to go and get my daughter," Harry said.

"Yes, that's all. But you can't leave."

"Why cant I?"

"Aurors will be coming to get Voldemort's body, and possibly for you."

"Why would they be coming to get me?"

"You killed countless Muggles and Muggle-borns," Dumbledore said simply.

"Not really countless. I can give you or the Aurors all their names. I can also tell you why I killed them."

"When the Aurors get here - which should be soon - you can tell them. How many people do you think you've killed?"

"Well let's see, I'd have to say that I've killed about twenty-three people per year for three years. So that's about – what? – sixty-nine?

"I think that's right."

Just then, about twenty Aurors appeared, Ron standing up front. Harry noticed that Neville Longbottom – one of his old school friends – was standing in the crowd of Aurors. Other Aurors that Harry knew belonged to the Order of the Phoenix – Kingsley Shackelbolt, Tonks, and three others that Harry didn't remember the names of – also stood in the crowd. Ron directed at least five Aurors to Voldemort's body.

"Take this body back to the Ministry. Ask the Minister what we should do with it," Ron instructed.

The five Aurors nodded and Disapparated, each one holding a different part of Voldemort up.

"Headmaster, did he tell you anything important?" Ron asked, looking at Dumbledore, while nodding his head in Harry's direction.

"Only some things about a spell he's discovered and how many people he's killed. Which would be sixty-nine," Dumbledore replied.

"Sixty-nine?" asked Ron.

"Over the past three years, yes," Dumbledore said.

Ron was about to speak again, but Harry spoke first.

"And I'll be glad to give you all their names and why I killed them. And I can give you the names of some Death Eaters you haven't been able to catch yet," Harry paused. "But you have to promise that you won't haul my ass off to Azkaban once I tell you."

Ron gathered up his remaining Aurors and started to talk it over with them. Harry leaned against the kitchen wall casually, while Dumbledore was still seated. After about two minutes, Ron turned to Harry again.

"Okay," Ron said.

A/N: I don't know if this is that short, but meh. Well you know what to do people. Oh, and if you read this, PLEASE review so I don't feel bad that only like two/four people read it.