A/N- Hello everyone. I, ckat, finally return. Lia Tween has been hard at work on this chapter. This is very very short and it is the ending. I know it is abrubt but I think it is time the story ends. I am sorry I could not write the last bits myself but I did write the very ending to this very long fic. I want to thank everyone who reviewed and who stuck with this story even at the bumpy times. I am sorry if the ending isn't the best but please remembered that you enjoyed the story nevertheless. Thank you to all my betas and to Lia Tween. This chapter is written by her with the last bit by me. Please review…for the last time.

Finale

Harry opened his eyes not seconds later. The Order was rushing around, stunning and paralyzing Death Eaters, and disapperating after the ones who had escaped. Voldemort and Bellatrix were no where to be seen.

He jumped as someone grabbed him under the arms and pulled him to the side of the room. He blinked at them in confusion, looking to see who it was. Tonks smiled down at him, her hair now jet black to her shoulders. "Are you with us, Harry?"

He nodded and pushed himself up, and she beamed. "Great! Then I think you'd like to watch this." She grabbed his arm and apparated up to the Main Doors to Malfoy Manor, where they stood. Soon, they could hear footsteps.

"What's going on?" he asked her tiredly, he could feel the effects of whatever madness the amulet had done.

"Just watch," She winked.

A few minutes later the Order filed through with the captured Death Eaters in custody, all of them glaring daggers at Harry, who felt like sticking his tongue out at them.

As they were gone, Tonks grabbed Harry's arm again. "Okay Harry," she pulled out her wand, "we're going back to Hogwarts. You need to talk to Dumbledore."

They appeared in the castle not moment later. "I thought you couldn't..." Harry began.

"Dumbledore made an exception for Order members," Tonks explained. "With the war, it was necessary."

Harry nodded and began his way up to the hospital wing, figuring Dumbledore would be waiting to explain everything to him.

"Wait, Harry. If you need the hospital wing, it'll be later. You need to talk to everyone first."

"Everyone? What?"

"You have to explain to the Order what happened."

Harry groaned. As they walked up to Dumbledore's office, he thought "Well, Stratus was right. I did it. The time came and I didn't give up."

He made his way into Dumbledore's office. At least half of the Order was waiting for him.

"Um, hi," he said awkwardly.

"Harry," Dumbledore said, "why don't you tell us what happened."

"Well," Harry began slowly, "we were fighting and I was in this patch of, um, moonbeam, I guess it was, and my amulet flew up by itself and like...sucked LeStrange and Voldemort in and then I ran because I couldn't fight all of them, and the amulet got shattered."

There was an approving noise around the vicinity.

"So," Harry looked up at Dumbledore hopefully, "What happened to them?"

"You tell me, Mr. Potter."

"Are they dead?"

"It would appear so," Mad-Eye Moody spoke up.

"And if you'd notice," Kingsley boomed, "It's a full moon."

Harry looked at them in disbelief. "So," he said slowly, "I seem to be having a happy ending?"

"For the time being, Harry, yes, you are having a very happy ending and a very new beginning," Dumbledore smiled.

"Can I talk to Stratus?" Harry asked hopefully.

Dumbledore sobered. "I'm sorry, Harry. He's already... returned home."

Harry's high spirit crashed. "Oh...okay then."

Dumbledore smiled, "He did however, leave something in his room for you."

Harry scampered off without another word.

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Sutarts' painting was done. Contrary to before, the lightening bolt shone brightly and the moon seemed faded, and the circles of people seemed unimportant. The melancholy feeling was gone, and victory rang through it.

There was a note. "I knew you could do it. Sorry I couldn't congratulate you and say goodbye. But I'm proud of you Harry. - Sutarts."

Harry smiled. He took the painting. It would look rather nice in his dorm room.

Prince Sutarts fell roughly on the floor holding a time turner. He looked around and smiled. It was the same headmaster's office he recognized.

"Hello Harry."

Harry smiled. "Since when have you called me by my first name Mr. Sutarts? I imagine the journey has gone as planned?"

The prince glanced over at an open daily prophet lain out on the headmaster's desk. There was nothing in it that had to do with him…or Belletrix.

"The future has changed for us both headmaster," Sutarts said and returned the time turner and exited with one last nod.

A/N- So…that is it…finally. I know it is probably a bit confusing and not the best written chapter in the world but that is what I give you. Please don't flame me. I hope you understand everything and if you have any questions please email me at I might have left out a few things…I don't think I did but if I did…try to ignore them.

For a short recap… VOldemort and Belletrix are dead. The amulet broke with them trapped in it killing them. Stratus went back to his time. Harry is the headmaster. Things are good for them now.

I haven't written fanfiction in so long. The last section of this story is the first thing I have written in months. I will definitely finish Tangle with Affliction with Chips Challenge in the future and I will start a new fic after hbp. I will make sure Subdued Dependence gets finished as well.

Thanks to all…

Ckat44