"Where are we?" Crystal heard Harry ask.

"I'm not sure," Crystal replied. "I've never seen a place that looks like this."
"Do not be afraid Crystal," Luna's voice echoed across the vast emptiness. "You are in my thoughts. As of right now, you're apart of me."
"So why have you taken us here?" Crystal asked. "What is left that could change the outcome of this battle?"
"You and Harry," Luna replied. "Harry is the only one that can destroy Voldemort forever. As for you Crystal, you play a much more vital role." Out of the fog appeared a stag, a dog, and a unicorn.

"Dad, Sirius?" She heard Harry call.

"Mom?" Crystal whispered.

"A long time ago there lived a healer. Her beauty was exceptional and she was known throughout the land. Miraculously she was able to heal any wound that a person received in battle. She was also so powerful that the fate of the entire wizarding world rested in her hands. Brought by an evil wizard there came a curse, the killing curse. This spell was so powerful it killed anyone who came in contact with it immediately. It wiped out thousands of witches and wizards in a matter of days. The healer couldn't allow this. She couldn't witness any more death. She discovered that when the killing curse was used, if she was around, they didn't die instantly. Instead they could fight against the curse until help came along. But here is where the story gets interesting. The only way that the people could get out of their state between life and death was for someone to give up their life to save them. The healer wasn't sure what to do. She had a perfect life and didn't want to give it up. In the end she decides to ask her friends what she should do. One of her friends supports whatever she does while the others sacrificed themselves so she wouldn't have to die. Since she did not die the plan did not go as planned. For awhile her friends sacrifice saved lives but eventually it worn off. She found a new way to save the people using her three guardians; a stag, a unicorn, and a dog. This way did not call for the sacrifice of her own life. She could now continue to save her people.

"Crystal, you're the decedent of the healer and it is your job to save us. You'll have to find out the way but yourself with the help of your three guardians."

"But how can I. . . . ." Crystal began.

"You'll figure it out."
Suddenly Crystal and Harry were both back on the stone chairs to which they were chained. Crystal was helpless. There was nothing she could do. Tears began streaming down her face. Instead of falling to the ground her tears drifted into the air and floated over the arena. Her tears then formed the shapes of her three guardians. The spirits dived down into the arena and fell on the victims of the curse and anyone else who was injured.

Crystal couldn't believe her eyes. She was done it. Her last tears fell on her chains, which broke instantly. She quickly got up, grabbed her wand, and set Harry free.

"You take care of Voldemort," Crystal began. "I'll go back into the arena. Harry it's up to you now."

Harry felt much more confident now then he had been when he had first dueled Voldemort in his fourth year. He was much stronger now.

"Ready for another duel?" Voldemort's voice echoed through the coliseum. Voldemort and Harry both took a bow. He couldn't be more ready.

It had just occurred to Crystal that she hadn't seen Voldemort while she was in the royal box. Had he decided to leave at the most crucial time of the battle?
Her question was answered almost immediately as Dumbledore burst through the tall wooden doors followed by what appeared to be a thousand bright shining lights. As the lights got closer they appeared to be fairies with golden angelic wings illuminated by their golden light.

"What are they?" Crystal asked as Professor Dumbledore got closer.

"They're Gold Fairies," he replied. "They are the exact opposite of a dementor. When they surround you all you can think about is happy thoughts. They also have a special kiss themselves. This kiss sucks the evil out of you."
"So why haven't they helped before?"
"A very good question," Professor Dumbledore began. "Until now they've refused to help us. But now they know the price is too high not to help."
The Gold Fairies quickly gathered up the Death Eaters and other viscous creatures in the arena. They had almost won. The only thing left was for Harry to defeat Voldemort.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted as Voldemort screeched, "Avanda Kedavara!"
The lights from both wands instantly connected into one golden light. A web of gold enclosed both duelers. The ghosts of everyone Voldemort had killed began coming out of the end of Voldemort's wand. This was exactly what Harry wanted. This time he wasn't going to let go. The bead began fighting it's way toward Voldemort's wand.

In no time at all the bead was inches from Voldemort's wand. A look of terror crossed his face. He might actually lose this time.

Harry grasped his wand tightly. The bead was thrown in Voldemort's wand. He instantly cried out in pain. His body shook violently before coming to a complete stop. Harry had done it. He'd won.

Crystal ran up to Harry. "You did it!" She cried. In no time at all the entire D.A., Order, and Ministry were surrounding Harry.

"I do believe we should return to school," Professor Dumbledore suggested. Once back at Hogwarts he continued, "How are you feeling Saria? I am very sorry to say that there is no way to undo the fact that you are now a werewolf. Once you're out of school you might wish to come back here to Europe. We will soon be having a free Potions Professor position. Professor Snape will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts next year."
"Thank you Professor," Saria replied. "I'll consider it."
"Professor Sprout has decided to retire. Neville I suggest you apply for the job," Professor Dumbledore continued. "The Ministry is also looking for new employees and aurors. Anyone interested in these jobs apply! I will put in my word for you.
"I could not be any prouder of any of you. You proved that good will always conquer evil. I have even better news too. The Gold Fairies have agreed to guard Azkaban. Now Saria you need to be getting back to RoseOx. I presume you're all wore out. Go to bed and we shall talk later."