A/N: Well, this is nearly the last chapter. After this one, I'm planning on an Epilogue (do they count as seperate chapters? Some writers don't count them). And you won't find out about Snape's soulmate untill the epilogue. Although one reviewer stated two names, and one is correct! It's no male by the way.

Either way, I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 7: Ending

Everyone stood or sat watching the scene before them transfixed. Until Voldemort shook them out of their stupor. He locked the doors of the Great Hall with a powerful charm, and put up shields around himself, the Death Eaters and Harry. Blaise's body they left outside of their shields, and several students rushed over to help Blaise get into relative safety behind some benches, so he and Draco could be helped by Madame Pomfrey. The teachers and students were kept out of the shields and could not enter either.

The first student to try it, Neville Longbottom, had in fact, been shot away several feet and was helped to his feet, after colliding with several students.

Voldemort was enjoying himself. His cruel smile and laughter brought shivers running up and down everyone who was listening. The Death Eaters had formed a circle in the shielded area and kept their wands trained upon the body in the middle. Voldemort was standing and just looking at Harry.

Everyone else did too, they could see Harry was still breathing, but he didn't look so good for the rest.

His wings were badly ruffled and it seemed as if several feathers had been taken out. There was blood all over him, his hair was dirty, and matted to his head, also covered in blood. One of his arms was badly broken, as was one or perhaps both of his legs. There were handcuffs made from heavy metal around his wrists and ankles, and somehow around his wings. Harry just lay there in the middle, not doing anything more than breathing.

The golden colour of his wings was hard to see right now, and this was one of the things that worried Remus so much. Nearly two weeks ago, Harry had returned from being 'called away' with his wings shining golden so much, many people had had to look away. He then proceeded to tell them only this: "I have finally reached my full powers for this moment. Do not worry, it won't harm you." Everyone had just laughed at this.

Remus was now wondering if this golden colour of his wings had anything to do with him still being alive, for he could now see Harry had opened his eyes a bit and seemed to gather his strength.

Voldemort seemed unaware of it for the moment. He was prowling around, talking nonsense about how he would finally get rid of his thorn in the side, as well as purify all of Hogwarts from the monstrous beings Mudbloods were, according to him.

Remus just kept watching Harry, who was by now raising his head slowly and seemed to bite down his tongue to not scream out in pain.

He didn't know how right he was with this statement.

Harry's POV.

Harry was slowly gaining consciousness, and noticed he was in a lot brighter place than the dungeons in Voldemort's Lair. So that meant Voldemort was probably doing what he had threatened to do, ever since he got his hands on Harry. Deliver his friends and family a nice and surprising Christmas present. In Harry's words: a dead Hary. Too bad he wouldn't succeed in the dead part though. Harry had learned during his training to be able to focus on the task at hand and forget about other things, in this case the nearly overwhelming pain.

Gathering his thoughts, he made a general outline of his injuries, which as far as he could tell included a broken left arm, a very bruised body, cracked ribs, slashes, and whipmarks all over, several feathers had been ripped out, his wings were also bruised, a splitting headache, thanks to Voldemort being nearby, and unfortunately two broken legs. This meant he had to do this part lying on the ground, or perhaps...

While Harry was gathering some of his magic to get rid of the handcuffs that bound his body, Voldemort seemed to become aware that he was awake.

Rounding on Harry he laughed which made a first year student, wet herself. Then he said: "Oh dear, Potter. It seems as if you haven't learned your lesson yet. Let's resume our 'games' shall we?"

And with that, he threw a Cruciatus Curse on Harry. It took a whole lot of Harry´s willpower not to lose his concentration and scream out loud. He only groaned with pain and the intense trouble it cost him now to hold his concentration on his task. After several agonizing minutes Voldemort released the curse and walked around again, addressing the students and teachers.

"You see what will happen to those who oppose me. Well, I won't let him get away this time. This time, your little Boy Wonder will not make it through, and after that....it's your turn." He grinned like the maniac he had become.

Behind him, Harry had succeeded in gathering enough power, and released it. The handcuffs fell off with a loud clatter, and slowly, Harry opened his wings.

At the sound of the handcuffs falling on the ground, Voldemort whirled around. Before everyone's eyes Harry´s wings opened and closed several times. The blood dissapeared from his wings, and the feathers grew back. When the wings (but not the rest of him) looked just as good as before, they slowly lifted Harry´s form of the floor. He just let his legs dangle under him.

All the students and teachers gasped when they got a good look at Harry´s form. He looked terrible, for lack of a better word. But his eyes still shone with an inner power, and still held the same twinkle they recognized in the Headmaster's eyes. It was clear to them: Harry had not given up. It was this fact that gave them all hope again and bracing themselves, they gripped their wands tighter and readied themselves for the coming battle they were expecting.

But that battle would never come. For Harry had other plans. He knew what it really meant that his wings had a golden colour, he also knew what Voldemort had always craved for, what he had always wanted, what Harry had wanted before he had found his family and friends. What Voldemort had never gotten and never understood.

For the power Harry got, was given to him by all the good feelings he held, for all the good things he did. For everyone he loved, and everyone that loved him. For all those pure and good feelings made up the powers which Harry held now. And those powers would now be used to kill. Harry wasn't sure if he would survive. The Angels had taught him that they, and he also, lived off of good feelings (not in the way Dementors do), that those feelings gave him his power. If he were to lose or abuse those powers, they would die. So Harry wasn't sure if he would live to see the day, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let Voldemort get away with all the pain and killing he had caused.

The detemination of Harry shone off him in waves, and those waves alone were enough to render more than half of the Death Eaters unconsious, or dead. Voldemort started growing scared. He did not know what Harry was doing, but he didn't like it one bit.

He started forming the killing curse, but just when he was halfway, Harry spread his wings to their full length, and shouted something nobody had ever heard before: "Daruhsie! Uraguhne! I call upon the powers of Mo ionmhuinn geata!" (A/N: see notes bottom).

His wings started to glow and the golden light enveloped everything within the shields. Screams from within could be heard, but nobody could see what was happening. After several minutes the light began to dim. Almost afraid of what they would see, the students and teachers edged closer to the shields, until these suddenly dropped. Everyone trained their wands in front of them, curses at the ready.

But when the light completely faded, most could only look on in shock. For there, where Voldemort had been, was now a little baby with black hair and green eyes. The Death Eaters were dead or unconscious. Only two had remained unharmed. And Harry was still floating above the ground, but his beautifull golden wings were no longer golden. In fact, they were a near black in colouring. Not black, but nearly. It made him look even more etheral, for he was pale, bloodied and his green eyes were not so sparkly any more.

Severus, Remus and Albus slowly stepped forward, almost afraid to break the tentative silence.

Standing before Harry they were just in time to catch him when he fell down. His pain and injuries had caught up with him. Minerva carefully picked up the little baby.

The other teachers were bounding the Death Eaters that were unconsious. Harry whispered "Do not capture those Death Eaters that are conscious, they had not entered by their free will, and have not harmed anyone." With that said, he himself was unconscious.

Several Hours Later, in the Hospital Wing

Harry woke up slowly. He felt really tired, but didn't know right away why. Then he heard people speaking. It sounded like Ron, but was he talking to Daco Malfoy about...Quidditch? Surely, the world had come to an end! Harry chuckled a bit, thus drawing attention at himself. It sounded like a lot of people were in there. He figured he was in the Hospital Wing, seeing as how he seemed to be surrounded by people, and even though he wasn't on a hospital bed (those wings certainly got in the way), there was a blanket spread over him, and it felt as if he was being held up by a hovering charm. He noticed that he wasn't in any pain anymore, just stiff and trying to remember what the heck had happened.

He slowly opened his eyes. Yep, definately the Hospital Wing. But not so bad, the lights were a bit dimmed, and his family and friends were here. Turning his head a little, he could see Draco lying on the bed to the left of him, and on the right lay Blaise. Both looked at him, smiling a bit. Now that he looked harder: Ron was sitting next to Draco, still muttering a bit about Quidditch. No strange dream, then.

Harry smiled and stretched his arms above his head. Then he noticed he really was being held up by a hovering charm, so he gathered some air under him and formed a cloud. Seemed much better to him. At least he could sit up straight now.

He noticed everyone was just looking at him. Not talking or anything, just looking. It was a tad bit unnerving, so Harry asked: "What is it? Why in the world are you staring at me like that?"

Severus was the first to recover (a first, since it was usually Albus). "Well, I do believe we were just really wanting to know what the hell happened a few hours ago, and why the hell your wings are nearly black, while they were golden not too long ago."

Everybody else just nodded. Harry sighed, they sure got right to the point didn't they?

He prepared himself for telling them the story.

"Well, as you might have noticed, I told you a while ago that when my wings were completely golden, I said I had gotten into my full powers for that moment. I will now explain further.

"Everytime a Forgotten, or an Angel, does something good, something positive, they accuire these positive things as power. Their wings state their success or bad luck with this. Everytime an Angel or Forgotten has to use one of those positive powers to fight something bad, they regain either a white, grey or near black feather back. Would they abuse their powers to become better for it themselves, then the feathers turn black. This will be the end of that Angel or Forgotten one, for we cannot live with negative powers in our bodies and souls. I'm near black, but I will earn my golden feathers back. It will just take an enormous time and effort. As you can understand I used Angel magic to solve the problem of Voldemort. He had always missed out on love, on positive feelings, and therefor my magic worked purification. I believe you have a little baby in your hands Minerva?"

Minerva looked down at the little baby that was sabbling on his bottle with milk. He had been cooed over by all the ladies present (that's Ginny, Hermione, Minerva and Molly Weasley).

"You mean to say, that this sweet little baby, was actually Voldemort?" Minerva managed to say.

"Yes, he was. But now, he is just Tom, not capable of doing magic anymore. I am afraid that his magic had been tainted right from his birth. So when I purified him, he lost his magic. This is also a good thing, for if he would have kept his magic, he would have started remembering his life as Voldemort, and would have gone down the same road again. No, he is just a little baby, a Muggle, whose name is Tom. And I know just the loving family he needs. It was a family I saw, when I had to pick up my very first children's soul. It was a little boy, only a year old, he died from some kind of virus. His parents were devastated, since they cannot have another child by themselves. I figured we could leave little Tom here, with those people. They will love him, no doubt about that. And frankly, I know, he will end up being a famous lawyer, who helps those in greet need, for free if he has to."

Everyone could only stare at Harry, and at the little baby, who was rather happy with all the attention and gurgled happily.

"I could not and would not kill him, if there was even a slight chance of helping him. And you see the result. He will be just fine. As for his Death Eaters..." Harry trailed of, laughing a bit, but also somber.

"When I purified Voldemort, he took the magic from his faithfull followers, to substain himself. This killed of his most loyal ones. The ones that ended up unconsious were having doubts about their loayalty, and were actually thinking of joining us. They won't need a lifetime of Azkaban, but they won't go free either. The ones that stayed conscious, were those that were forced to join, either by a curse, or by threatening their families. They are not and were never loyal to Voldemort and should be freed."

After his talk, Harry felt rather tired, not really surprising since he had been captured for a week and being tortured on top wasn't much fun. Seeing this, Albus ushered everybody out of the wing, and left a sleeping Harry, Draco and Blaise. They had a future to look forward to, and right now, it looked bright; even for little Tom.

A/N: About those words I used. I got them from the Bitterbynde Trilogy, book II, written by Cecilia Dart-Thornton. Explanation of the words used: Darushie means Self.destructive fool (meaning Voldemort!)

Uraguhne means Despicable scum (hm, who would I mean by that?)

Mo ionmhuinn geata means my beloved gate (as in the gate between Heaven, Earth and the World of the Spirits, but also the gate to open up his love and positive feelings)

Now, doesn't that sound sweet? I know, It's fanfiction, I can pretty much anything, and I couldn't find a good word, so had to settle for geata. Oh well, works as well. Hope you liked it. Epilogue coming up next! And by the way, you should really read the Bitterbynde Trilogie! Wonderfull books filled with legends.