disclaimer: no I do not own harry potter!! all belong to JKR!

warning: oi...this is R rated for: language, angst, and character deaths! ok?!

and for all homophobics out there, this has SLASH in it!!!!

a/n: well, here is the final chapter. I wrote it, then rewrote it, so I hope it's good! I myself am not quite satisfied with it completely (i couldn't achieve the effect i was going for) but i did my best.

(important) a/n: I'm sorry if my editing is off (such as spelling, grammar, italics, bolding, and underling, etc.) i was having trouble with when i uploaded it.

Chapter Thirteen

Five months...

Five months since the death of the Savior.

Five months since the uprising of the Dark Lord, Harry Potter.

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The wizarding world basically was in ruins. It was crumbling like a cookie that had a rock thrown upon it. The Ministry was barely still together. There were many assassination attempts on the minister. And none of the assassins had been sent by Harry.

Hogwarts was barely safe anymore. Half the castle was in ruins. The whole wizarding world was at each other's throats like barbarians. No one could trust anyone.

Then, of course, everyone feared the new Dark Lord.

The Deatheaters were shocked at how ruthless the once Golden Boy was. He seemed heartless, more so than Voldemort. The Deatheaters noticed that he wanted to cause everyone pain for an unknown reason to them. Not that the Deatheaters minded, of course. As long as they got to kill and torture people, they were content. In fact, they rather liked this new cold, heartless Dark Lord, even if he had a shorter temper than Voldemort and tortured them for their tiniest mistake.

Unbeknownst to them, and the entire world, Harry Potter was actually very deeply depressed. Unbeknownst to anyone, he cried at night, for a certain silver-eyed blonde.

And unbeknownst to everyone, he suffered horribly in the day. He was being haunted.

Haunted by memories.

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Harry walked, covered in a dark cloak, down Diagon Alley. Passerbys didn't seem to even notice he was there. Diagon Alley was in shambles, and barely left standing.

The Dark Lord looked around, and smirked. All the witches and wizards were walking hurriedly, and looked ragged and dirty. Only a few were still richly dressed. The shops were becoming grimy, and most had magical bars around the windows and doors. Litter was everywhere, for no one seemed to care about how the Alley looked. It was now a mournful drabby place.

All of this caused Harry to smirk, as he walked along unnoticed. He was heading towards Gringotts, to retrieve something the Order was trying to hide from him.

"Mister!" a small voice cried out. Harry turned and saw a small child running toward him. How the fucking hell can he see me? he thought, the spell was supposed to keep me unnoticeable!

"Mister!" the child called again when he reached Harry. Harry was about to snarl at the little brat and perhaps even hex him, but froze when he got a closer look at the youngling.

Blonde hair, silver eyes. Pale skin like the moonlight.

Immediately, memories of the Dark Lord's loved one flashed through his mind. Harry felt tears well up in his eyes, but quickly dismissed them.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the child's voice. "Mister, can you help me find my mommy? I can't find her. Please, Mister?" the child asked, in a small voice.

Forgetting all about the reason why he had come to Diagon Alley, the Dark Lord said coldly to the wee little one, "I do not help people. I kill them." And with that, the little child watched as the man with the dark cloak disappeared.

The small little child burst into tears and curled into a ball. (a/n: awwwww! I feel so bad for that poor kid!! teardrop!)

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Harry arrived at his manor, with a single teardrop rolling down his cheek. So many damn things were reminding him....reminding him of Draco. For the millionth time he cursed Neville, and caused four vases to shatter.

Draco...Merlin, why? Why must everything remind me of him?! he thought angrily, lightning sparks beginning to surround him.

In all of truth, Harry was feeling tired. Tired of being the Dark Lord. He just wanted to forget everything. The wizarding world was becoming too hard to live in.

A very small part of Harry wanted to be able to forget Draco, so he could live in peace. But there were too many daily reminders – he saw people that looked like the blonde, saw places they went to together, saw things he knew the blonde had loved. He was also being haunted by memories. If he closed his eyes, he would see the memory of the day Draco had been kidnapped. At night, he would dream of the blonde, and always in the end Draco would die. He cried himself to sleep many nights.

But the hardest thing of all was seeing Lucius Malfoy. Still the number one Deatheater.

The Dark Lord would do his best to avoid the blonde man. But it was never enough.

Harry sat on the loveseat in his study, and hugged his knees, tears running down his cheeks.

I can't do this anymore. The pain is too much, he thought as he cried himself to sleep, deep in thought.

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"Lucius," the young Dark Lord spoke. The elder man bowed, slightly surprised Harry had wanted to see him. He knew it was painful for the boy to see the father of the man he loved.

"Lucius," the boy repeated, "I must discuss something very important with you."

"Yes, my Lord?" the blonde man asked, pity going out to the boy. He could see he was suffering.

"I will be leaving. I do not know whether or not I will return."

Lucius gaped. "But, why? My Lord, you are powerful! The wizarding world is terrified of you!"

Harry turned away, and stared out the window. "Indeed. But...but due to...personal reasons, I feel the need to...escape." Lucius nodded. He knew what the young boy meant. It was too painful for him to live in this world at the moment.

The boy continued, "There is a chance I will return, but I highly doubt it. That is why I must ask you a huge favor."

"Anything, My Lord. I will always serve you, in whatever way I can," the aristocratic man replied.

"You are to take my place."

Lucius' eyes went wide. "My...My Lord! I am grateful but-"

Harry cut him off. "You are the most loyal Deatheater. You are powerful. You have respect. You are smart. You will make a wonderful ruler."

Lucius couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I thank you, My Lord. I thank you very much. But, if you ever do come back, and I beg that you do, I will step down and let you rule as you were meant to." Lucius bowed again. Harry let out a small smile.

"Good bye, Lucius." And with that, the young Dark Lord disappeared.

Malfoy let out a sigh of sadness. He had grown fond of Harry, and wished he could have comforted the poor boy, who was obviously suffering. He honestly hoped the young Dark Lord would return to rule the wizarding world one day.

But until then, Lucius Malfoy would make sure that the world feared the Darkside.

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Harry walked around Diagon Alley, heading to the Leaky Cauldron, covered by a long black cloak. He had all of his belongings in his pocket.

Passing a small alleyway, Harry noticed a small object that looked like a bundle of rags. Curious, the boy stepped closer, and saw that it wasn't just rags. It was the child with blonde hair, silver eyes, and skin as pale as the moonlight. The child was without a doubt dead.

Harry felt a pang in his heart (a/n: he should! the poor little boy!). A small part of him, that still had emotions, felt guilty, and wished he had helped the small boy find his mother. But it was too late now. No use crying over spilled milk, he thought bitterly. So, Harry just turned away, forcing the tears in his eyes to disappear, and returned to walking towards the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry finally reached The Leaky Cauldron. Walking quickly through the pub, ignoring the suspicious glances, he stepped out into the muggle world. He was ready to start a new life.

In the filthy muggle world.

Making a slicing motion with his hand, Harry opened a Dark Portal, and stepped through it, without looking back.

Once through, he looked at his surroundings. So this is New York City, he thought bitterly, looking around with a disgusted look on his face. Luckily, no one had noticed his arrival, and he walked around till he stopped in front of an apartment building.

Well, here it goes. I'm starting my new fucking life in the fucking muggle world, he scoffed, glaring at the muggles that walked by him.

He had made this decision the night he had cried himself to sleep on the loveseat in his study. That night, he had decided many things. The wizarding world reminded him of the life he and Draco could've had, and he couldn't handle it. He had grown to blame the wizarding world for all of his problems, and detested everything about it.

Stepping through the building's door, his lip curled in disgust at the muggles. Well, here goes nothing, he thought, then added quickly, and nothing will bring me back to the fucking wizarding world.

He didn't know how wrong he was.

THE END

Iviana: It's really...over, isn't it?

Miku: Yep! though, you still have to write the sequel....(scoff)

Iviana: Oh yes the sequel! I'll get started on that right now! (prepares to run off)

Harry: Wait! You told me to remind you...to....uhh....do the question thingy!

Iviana: Indeed you are right, Harry! Thank you! For the readers of my story, I have prepared a little Question Session, in which I will answer some questions that were asked in my reviews, e-mailed to me, or some I just thought of. Remember, if something still confuses you, e-mail me, and I'll try to answer you! And now onto the Question Session:

What exactly is the Ancient Magic?

The Ancient Magic is a rare and powerful type of magic that can only be performed by an extremely powerful wizard. Most of the spells would result in death for the casters, or at the least, insanity, and even Albus Dumbledore couldn't perform this magic. Harry can, however, which goes to show how powerful he is.

How powerful is Harry?

Well, he can perform Ancient Magic, so he's pretty powerful. The first A.M. spell he casts (to steal Dumbledork's power) should've killed him before he finished performing it. however, he only becomes tired. All the other spells he casts should kill him, but once again, he only becomes slightly exhausted, and by the end, the A.M. spells have no side effects on him whatsoever. Harry can also perform powerful and extreme wandless magic (i.e. the invisible force), something not many wizards can do.

Why do Harry's eyes change colors?

Ummm...cause I think it was a nifty way to show when he's angry. Plus, it's just nifty!

Where did you come up with Harry's symbol?

First of all, I didn't create it. The wonderful Dark-Rain 991 came up with it, and I merely used it cause I really, really liked the idea. Once again, thanks for it! (I'll never be able to thank you enough!! ;-)

Why did Fawkes die and not be reborn? In OotP, he got hit by the Killing Curse but was reborn.

Ok. This explanation will probably be a little, if not totally, confusing. This is why he died for good in my story: Let's say in OotP, when Fawkes gets hit by avada kedavra, he was just doing it to protect dumbledork. let's say the phoenix knew that dumbledork would be ok against voldy, even after he died, therefore he did not think it necessary to die out of love and place a shield over dumbles. Now, when he dies for Neville, let's say the bird knows that the dark lord will kill Neville, unless the boy has some sort of protection around him. thus, the bird dies out of love for the boy, putting the same shield around him that lily did for harry. confused yet? I sure am...well, hope this answer helped out (looks uncertainly doubtful)

Iviana: weeeeeee! now that that's done, it's time to write the SEQUEL!!! It's gonna be called 'To Black from Green' (original, I know)

Miku: now I get to watch you write yet ANOTHER tedious 'work of art'

Harry: well, now that you are done the question thing, let me vent my anger. ahem... (becomes outraged) The MUGGLE world???? I am gonna start a new life in the muggle world???!?!?! ARE YOU NUTS!!!?

Well, if you have anymore questions, e-mail me!!

NOW REMEMBER: all of these answers do NOT apply to the Harry Potter books written by JKR!!! These answers apply to my stories only, ok!

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