Severus Snape and the Boy-Who-Is-Missing
Their time was running short. Harry gathered his allies together along with Ron's and explained what was going to happen. Harry was going to call the Death Eaters into a death trap. The pirate expressed he didn't want one Death Eater to remain standing. He was going to make this the last battle involving the D.E., even if he used up all his energy.
Many expressed their unwillingness to fight and Harry let them go, only asking they at least stay and help Madam Pomfrey; more than half stayed.
During their brief meeting, Ron made mentions of another ship, one controlled by the Death Eaters. The pirate captain was not worried about his ship. He knew Sirius and his crew would prevail, he just had to tell Sirius about that. Apparating on Mistrust, Harry relayed his confidence to his Godfather. To say Sirius Black was nervous was an understatement. He'd never done this type of battle before, but with Harry constantly telling him he would be fine, Black felt like he, himself, could take down Voldemort.
Harry went back to the battlefield to order Draco to take a small force over to the Quidditch pitch. The dark haired wizard didn't want to run the chance of Death Eaters apparating there without his knowledge. Once everyone was settled, Harry mounted Set and rode him to the front line, next to Severus. Uncovering his mark, Snape held out his arm to Harry. He knew using Severus's mark would cause the man some pain, but he had no other choice and the older wizard knew that as well.
Bringing down the anti-apparition wards around the schools grounds, Potter called forth the army of Death Eaters. The silent night was met by the sound Harry could only describe as popcorn. They apparated in masses. It was a sea of black robes and white masks.
When Harry was sure all the D.E. were on the grounds, he brought the wards back up and let go of poor Severus's arm. Not letting the Death Eaters gain their bearings Harry rode out a ways, lifted his hand and yelled; "Fire!" One of the cannons on his ship fired, sending a cannon ball into the Death Eater army, knocking over and killing those in its way.
"Now that I have your attention" Harry snickered. "Responding to your mark is the last mistake you'll ever make. Live it up, you worthless warthogs, this is your last night!" As he yelled to the army, Harry's Jolly Roger changed from black to red.
In the pirate world, a red jolly roger meant there would be no mercy given to those who didn't surrender, but Harry wasn't going to give them the time to. Pointing his wand to the sky, Harry sent up red, blue and green sparks. If the many masked men were not afraid by then, then they most likely were peeing in their pants upon hearing the echoing hunting howls of seventy full-grown werewolves. Many Death Eaters were in near hysterics; this was not part of their master's plan.
Yelling out "Charge!" and with a leap, Harry and Set rode straight into the masked wizards. As Set kicked and bit, Harry hexed and cut with his sword. As the pair entered the middle of the D.E. army, Harry disappeared, leaving Set fighting his way towards the dark forest. The Death Eaters following the horse made their next mistake; they got too close to the forest and were mauled by the werewolves who reached the field first.
From the highest tower of Hogwarts, Harry stood at the stone railing, watching the battle progress. He watched as another pirate ship sailed on the canopy of the forest and descended on to the lake. He smiled when he heard his godfather yell; "Avast ye bilge rats! Mark well me words, get those cannons ready or I'll send ye to Davey Jones!"
Despite the large battle, Harry laughed madly upon hearing Sirius get way too much into his role. His laughter stopped when he saw a small cloud of Death Eaters flying high over the forbidden forest.
Waving his hand, a two-inch thick slab of the castle broke away from its place on the railing. He cast hover charms and feather light charms on it before he jumped on and spelled his feet to stick to the stone. Taking in a deep breath, the pirate pushed himself over the railing and fell from the tallest tower. Those who saw him gasped as Harry waited until he was just above the two fighting armies to pull up.
The wizard maneuvered the stone slab up and over the dark forest. He raced head on towards the flying Death Eaters. To the children watching the battle from the room windows, it looked like Potter was snow boarding on the treetops.
The captain dodged curses left and right as he ambushed the flying dark wizards. Knowing he was close enough, Harry dangerously turned around and led them on a wild goose chase. Two of the masked men caught up to Harry; one staying just below him and the other above and slightly back. The one above cast a cutting hex and Harry dodged it, but just barely; it caught his shoulder, making him drop his wand. The Death Eater below him caught it and flew up to his companion.
Growling, Harry spun on his makeshift board, pulled out his guns and unloaded rounds at the two D.E. He shot the one that didn't have his wand down and watched as he fell into the forest, only to be picked apart by the werewolves. The wizard with his wand was shot in the shoulder and dropped Harry's wand just before he fell off his broom. Harry put his guns away as he dove and caught his wand again. Looking back, he saw between fifteen and twenty broom-riding idiots on his tail still.
Making a quick decision, Harry veered left and took the following Death Eaters to the Quidditch pitch. He only hoped Draco wasn't too busy.
To say Draco Malfoy was bored just didn't quite sum it up. He could hear the war cries from the stands of the pitch. He could even see hexes and curses cast colors on the storm clouds. However, not one Death Eater came their way. The blond wizard sighed and looked up to the heavens.
Just in his eyesight, Draco saw movement. Looking towards the top of the forest, he saw Harry being chased by a swarm of Death Eaters. Harry flung curses behind his back, not really caring if he hit or not. He just wanted to get to Draco and fast. His energy was draining excessively fast; he had to get off his stone board.
The last Malfoy signaled to his party, every member stationed at a different location around the pitch. They were waiting for Harry to bring the D.E. right on top of them. As Potter crossed the pitch, Draco's team flung every curses, jinxes, and hexes they knew. They were picking the unsuspecting Death Eaters off like flies. Harry even circled around and brought down a couple himself, before the D.E. on brooms were no more.
Relaxing a bit, Harry started falling and crashed on the sand surrounding the goal rings. He lay there for a minute or two, catching his breath. Nonchalantly, he waved his hand and the stone slab stuck to his feet disappeared.
Running to where his friend had fallen, Draco called out; "You better not be dead!"
"No such luck." Harry mumbled, feeling sore all over. He managed to dodge most curses but not all. All the ones that did hit him left him feeling drained.
"Harry," Draco kneeled besides him and pulled him up to a sitting position. He gasped as all the cuts and bruises on Harry's body started to heal automatically. He opened his mouth to ask what was happening, but closed it when a loud triumphant cheer was heard for miles around. At that moment, Harry and Draco knew it was over; the last Death Eater had fallen.
When the cheering broke out, Severus frantically searched for Harry. He could somehow feel his love, but he could not see him. On his search, people he knew and a few he didn't embraced Snape. Even Ron hugged the scowling potions master.
"Harry!" He called out hysterically. "Harry!" Turning in complete disorder, Severus searched. He didn't dare to breathe until he saw Harry riding Set with Draco behind him. The pair dismounted just at the edge of the Death Eater bloodbath. The pirate captain laughed when he saw his own Godfather climb the crow's nest of the other pirate ship and raised Harry's Jolly Roger.
Handing Set's rains to Draco, the pirate made his way towards the relieved looking Severus. He almost made it to his love when a "dead" masked wizard jumped up and rammed his sword through Harry's heart. Every vampire who saw it flinched in pain. Severus stopped in his tracks, not believing that this had just happened.
If Harry wasn't feeling hurt before, he was now. However, other than the fact he had a sword running through and out of his chest, he didn't feel any different. Wasn't he supposed to collapse and see a bright light through a tunnel or something?
The Death Eater that attacked Harry was stunned, but he reacted quickly and pulled out his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" he screamed and gasped in dismay as Potter's body absorbed the curse, making him glow green with the curse itself. It was that moment Harry knew his suspicions were true. He had achieved what Voldemort could not; immortality.
Growing angry, he reached behind his back, took out one of his guns and blew the Death Eater's head away. "Stupid Death Eater," He grumbled, stashing his gun away. Taking the handle of the sword in his hand, Harry pulled it out of his body in one swift motion and tossed it to the ground.
Before he could look up, the powerful young man was embraced tightly, making him gasp. "Gods!" Severus cursed, holding Harry. "I thought I'd lost you!"
"I know why we feel a little funny," Harry mumbled into Severus's chest.
"I don't care!" The potion master howled and kissed Harry feverishly. "I don't care!' He repeated between kisses. "Love you."
Years Later
I I cannot take this anymore. Harry thought as he, with Severus at his side, watched the funeral of Captain Sirius "Padfoot" Black. He was being buried right next to Remus, who died just last year. Next to Harry, Alton Black, Sirius and Remus's adopted son, sniffled. Harry patted his graying hair, a sign of age neither Harry nor Severus had. In the last 100 years, neither of them changed.
Ron and Hermione were there (looking their age), along with Clarice and her two boys. Albus, again appointed Headmaster of Hogwarts, stood on the other side of Severus, looking just like he did when Harry attended school.
Harry wrapped his arms around Alton as the man cried once more. "You're going to leave too, aren't you?"
"Yes," Harry whispered, tightening his arm around the eldest Black.
"Where will you go?" He asked, trying to wipe away his tears, but they just kept coming.
"Severus and I are in need of a long peaceful sleep." The immortal told the wizard he still could picture as a boy. Alton nodded in understanding. In the distance he could hear the ship Mistrust fire off its cannon balls to say farewell to their lost captain. "Alton I want you to do something for me." When Black nodded, Harry went on. "Write down everything your fathers ever told you, all of their stories. Pass them down your line. I've asked the Headmaster to do the same and pass his knowledge down to all the Headmasters."
"What is it you want me to say?" The gray-sandy blond wizard asked.
"That if Hogwarts or the wizarding world is ever in need of us, they just have to find us." Harry said secretly. "Albus knows where Severus and I will be, so get the details from him, alright?" Alton nodded again.
That day Harry and Severus said their final goodbyes to their friends. The only ones they couldn't say goodbye to were Stratus and Draco. The blond aristocrat and vampire had disappeared just after the battle the history books called 'The Death Eater Massacre'.
Ron and Hermione embraced their never changing friend, never wanting to let go. But both knew Harry couldn't stand to see everyone he cared about grow old and die.