Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. But what about the rest of the characters? thinks Nope. I don't own them either. Doesn't life suck?

Warnings: Slash. M-preg. R. (Same as usual) War.

Authors Note: Hello! I'm finally back after a long detour in homework and various other obstacles that clog my life. I do believe the best way to describe my lack of updating as writers block. Well…no, I didn't have writers block. More like I "hit a fucking wall going 20 miles and hour in the wrong lane." Sigh. The point is I'm finally giving you more of my crappy story! Yay! Yay! Yay! Three cheers for Reesca deciding to spend what will probably the only relaxation time she'll get for the rest of the month on writing!

A bit of forewarning for you all. This chapter jumps straight from the last chapter to the war. Why? I don't know for sure… it just turned out that way. I don't like how this flows too much. It's a lot rushed. I'm sorry if it's not up to par. This is the chapter where I end the war with the final battle. Sap and love and all the fluff is to come later. That's all I can think to say for the moment! Read and Review!

Chapter 13- Yeah…actually chapter 13 this time

The war was on. Inside the Ministry building in the Department of Mysteries itself. There was nothing but mass confusion on both sides. All they knew was that neither side seemed to be making any progress. Also know to everyone was that the Dark Lord Voldemort and the savior Harry Potter were somewhere inside this building. Maybe they were fighting each other. Perhaps not. No one knew for sure. The only thing that distinguished Death Eaters from Order Members and Aurors was the dark mark. Otherwise everyone present was dressed in a variety of ways, colors, and styles, not the least important to who was fighting on what side. All the Death Eater's Dark Marks were dark, vivid and stood out, even beneath the clothing of the wearer. At this time, it was difficult to be a spy.

Severus Snape had always known that he would die the day the second uprising of Lord Voldemort ended. Turning once from the Dark Lord and revealing fellow Death Eaters and managing to stay alive was almost too much to hope for. Turning twice at the key point of the battle wasn't going to be of much help.

Severus Snape was a strong man. He had trained in three different ways of defense. His first line was, of course, his magical defense and offense. Being born into a pure-blood family, he had access to Dark Arts spellbooks at a very young age. Besides that fact, he'd been training at Hogwarts for much of his life. Severus' second line of defense was through Muggle devices. Sure, he was a pure blood wizard, but he was not so arrogant as to claim that Muggle defense would never come in handy. So thus he kept two things on him at all times; a Muggle gun and a slim dagger that fit in a pouch near his boots. The last was learned from another species. They were known for their ability to combine emotional magic into martial arts techniques. These specifically left him least vulnerable to attack. The emotion he experienced while performing them (masked face or not) decided the strength of whatever move he made.

Even so, it was with little surprise that Severus found himself bleeding to death on the cold tile of the Ministry building. He noted with fascination that no one from his side seemed to care too much. While others from the side of light were granted help, he was not. Then again, he was not a pleasant man. His ex-comrades were probably still guarding his unmoving body, making sure he died. You see, he'd made far too many enemies with his role as a spy. Neither side was absolutely sure of where his loyalties lie; with the exception of Dumbledore. Though he'd shown exactly where they lie today, not everyone was convinced.

"Everyone is a skeptic," Severus muttered after coughing up some more blood. 'Anytime now,' Severus thought while he waited for the inevitable outcome; his death. 'Really, it's too bad that it ends this way. I was hoping for something…I dunno….quicker?'

Severus' vision only proceeded to get worse and all he was aware of were the florescent lighting of the building. And a smudged black blur with green dots somewhere below it. After 10 seconds it registered in Severus' mind that this thing was actually a person. A person who went by the name… "Harry Potter," Severus said aloud smiling ever so slightly. Normally he'd be worried a person might die of shock seeing even that much of a smile on their ex-professor who never even hinted that he'd ever smiled. But at this point…he figured what the hell.

"Yes. I'm going to take you somewhere safe Professor. I'd hate for someone on our side to kill you not realizing that you're with us," Harry said speaking carefully and calmly. "Even if it would save poor young children from being scared to death and tortured with your teaching."

"Thank you Mr. Potter. That's the nicest thing someone has almost said to me. And stop spinning for gods sake," Severus said as the world spun before his eyes. He didn't quite hear Harry response of, "So formal…"

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Harry had been all over the Department of Mysteries and he still couldn't find Voldemort. Well…reach him rather. He knew very well where Voldemort would be, the slimy bastard. Right in the room with the Veil, the one his husband once fell through and made Harry think he was dead.

Stopping that thought in its tracks, Harry decided to think of something less painful. To sum up the battle in seven words; there was no progress on either side. Both were fighting like mad. (And it was a mad house being that there were so many people in one Department of the Ministry.) Sure there were other places battles were being fought, but the main one was right here in the Department of Mysteries.

As Harry did his best to avoid various curses and more primal attacks, he had stumbled upon his "dear" Professor Snape who was going to need help and fast. Though Harry was nearly at his goal, he backtracked far enough to drop him off in the room that the side of light had managed to take total control of. Harry knew he'd been in the room once before, in his fifth year, and knew that it contained stairs. That's really all he remembered and all he noted when he dropped Snape off to the people who would care for him and do what they could for his injuries.

Though Harry had never really cared for the man, the training he'd provided for him had proved very useful on this day. In vials around his waist were various potions that included ones that were harmful and helpful to him. Some would boost his energy. Others would provide a certain degree of healing. Others could take the skin from your bones if it touched you, which were very useful things to have with him. After spending the last three weeks in almost non-stop training with Severus, he'd learned all three of Severus' lines of defense, if the martial arts part to a lesser degree. While Snape was a master, Harry was a novice at best. Three weeks was simply not enough time to master a subject such as that. Shooting a gun however was not too difficult to figure out.

Harry again fought his way forward through the mass of battles taking place all around him. He needed to get to Voldemort. It was now or never. Voldemort needed to die. And Harry needed to kill him. If he put it off too much longer, Harry wasn't sure how much longer his certainty that he would be victorious would really last.

Making it into that room, Harry realized his mistake right away. He was all alone. In Death Eater territory. He was screwed, then again… maybe not.

As Harry wounded any Death Eater that so much as looked at him sideways, Voldemort was demanding that they attack Harry, to no avail. With each body that fell to the ground in a bloody heap, Harry was that much closer to Voldemort, and to completing the prophesy one way or the other.

Finally, the only living things left in the room that had not fled or were currently lying in a puddle of their own blood were Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort. Harry's first though was that he would soon be fighting Lucius; Voldemorts true right hand man. He was thus proven wrong when Voldemort finally stood from his crouched position behind a shelf.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed in his hoarse voice. His robes billowed behind him as he approached Harry, staring him down with two red snake-like eyes. Harry knew this part by heart. This was the time he was supposed to duel with Voldemort and by some miraculous chance cast 'Avada Kedavra' on him.

"Shall we begin? I'm tired of seeing you everywhere," Harry said casting a shielding charm just a fraction of a second before a curse hit him.

Without another word, Harry and Voldemort exchanged curses fighting and doing their damnedest to best the other. Finally, Harry yelled 'Avada Kedavra' and the snake like man in front of him fell over without a sound. The green light struck him and he looked truly shocked that it would end that way.

Harry could do nothing but stare for several moments. He was in shock. Here it was; the thing he was meant to do for his whole life...finally done. Complete. End of story. But something was out of place. It didn't feel over.

It was with these thoughts that Harry turned startled eyes to an applauding, slightly chuckling Lucius Malfoy. His blonde hair was immaculate as ever. His cold grey eyes not missing a damned thing. His aristocratic figure and face seemed exactly as they should…but then why did it seem like there was something off about this?

"Very well done Harry. Well done," Lucius said with a smile that spoke more words than he had just said. Harry couldn't figure it out. Something was wrong. But what?

"I'm very glad to see you do that. I was rather inclined to kill him myself you know. But what with the conditions of the spell used to change bodies, killing him myself was impossible," Lucius said with an evil smirk spreading across his handsome features.

"What…are you talking about?" Harry asked with a vague understanding that he didn't even want to think about.

"Lucius Malfoy. I had a Death Eater use a spell to switch my soul his body. Since my soul has been mobile before, there wasn't much difficulty for the spell to succeed. Of course, poor Lucius," here he stopped and sneered at the body of Voldemort, "had no idea what was going on. He thought the Death Eater that cast the curse was a spy and didn't know that we could change back. Poor, stupid sap," Lucius said evil changing his entire expression. The room grew cold. Harry's mind swam.

"Does that mean…?" Harry asked confusion ringing out in every syllable.

"Yes Harry. I am Lord Voldemort," he said grinning with a crazed look in his eye.

"No. You can't be…you can't," Harry said in a childlike quivering voice.

"Yes. I can be. I am," Voldemort said throwing 'Avada Kedavra' at the still shell shocked Harry. By the time Harry realized this fact, it was too late to block it.

The unnaturally glowing green light struck him again; this time in the chest. A scream of agony was ripped from his throat. Lucius had died without a sound. Why was he feeling so much pain, as if some part of him was being ripped apart and drained.

'Drained. That's what's going on,' Harry thought while his body continued to scream. 'I took his magic as a baby the last time this curse hit me… now I'm giving it back.' Realizing that this didn't have to be the end, Harry used all his remaining magic and pushed the curse away. Breathing heavily, Harry stood once again.

Voldemort wasn't paying any attention. Not that he truly could have. All of his stolen powers were channeling back into him at a rapid speed. A pale green light was covering him with an eerie glow. Harry's jaw dropped. Voldemort was still laughing.

Finally the spiraling light stopped, leaving Voldemort laughing gleefully as a child on a roller coaster. He cast a glance at Harry and his smile faded slightly. "You're still alive? I must not have performed the spell perfectly. Oh well. Practice makes perfect."

Voldemort chanted the curse again. This time Harry had enough sense to move out of the way of the much larger and powerful version of the killing curse. Voldemort was back a full strength more than he had been before. And here was Harry at nearly what would be called his weakest.

Harry concentrated hard on what he could do. There was very little. His first line of defense was virtually gone. All he had left were the potions in the vials around his waist. His third line was pretty much worthless as well. The moves that he had learned were taught based on the assumption that he still had magic left and simply lost his wand. He was drained for the time being and could only fall back on the rhythmic dodging techniques taught to him by his professor.

Which left only the second line of defense; the muggle gun he was carrying only at the insistence of Professor Snape along with the knife up his sleeve.

"Out of ideas already Potter?" Voldemort laughed throwing curse after curse at him.

Harry didn't grace this statement with a response and simply threw the knife at him hoping it would hit him. Damn it all, it didn't happen.

"More up your sleeve than magic I see!" Voldemort laughed manically at his own bad pun.

By now Harry was very low on energy. He needed to do something soon or else Voldemort would be victorious. With each curse Harry got a step closer to him, until he was a mere 3 feet away.

"Ready to bow at my feet Potter? Are you!" Voldemort asked taking aim at Harry once again.

"Never you evil creature! Die!" Harry yelled finally pulling the gun into sight with reflexes gained from Quidditch. In the back of his mind Harry suddenly realized the significance of his thorough Quidditch training under the manic hands of Wood.

Harry pulled the trigger letting go of his personal values. Voldemort needed to die. There was no humanity left in him. If he lived, innocents would die. What was one person if a million more could be saved? This same kind of logic hit him hard when he realized his role. If it had been him instead lying on the floor full of lead and holes and spouting blood the rest of the world would have written him off a martyr. A casualty of war. A sacrifice.

He stood by Voldemort, grinning at the look of shock on his face that he would be killed by a half blood now that he was finally in a body of a pure blood. And killed by a muggle device who he considered to be beneath all things including mud bloods.

Vindictively, Harry kicked Voldemort dying body all the while laughing. As Voldemort drew his final breath a thousand shrieks were heard. The Death Eaters master was gone. Their marks were disappearing. Any extra strength granted them was gone.

Harry had finally done it. They'd won.

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A/N: I know this was more of an action based chapter than one that really does anything with Sirius and Harry's relationship…but I promise more of that will be in the next chapter. Bear with me please. I had horrid writer's block up until…today. --;; sorry. I hope this chapter didn't totally suck… Review!

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