Title: Is It Worth It 2: The Final Battle

Summary: The temptation of darkness ebbs away at Harrys last nerve as he attempts to keep his views out of public eyes. Everyone believes he has returned to the light, but has he really or is he fighting for both dark and light, inside himself and in the impending war. Sequel to Is It Worth It?

Pairings: I don't think I'll have one. Maybe keep Harry and Ginny, or I might make them break up, they're not doing so good as boyfriend/girlfriend kind of thing.

Rating: PG13

"Letter, letters, and a Dark Lord?"

Long time ago, when the wizards and Muggles lived together in a peaceful, yet evil world, there was actual friendship between the two races, so much alike, yet so different. The Muggles, without magic, and the wizards and witches all lived as they should have been living for a long time. The Muggles would go to the wizards for help with love, illness, power, and anything that the Muggles could use to their advantage.

The wizards though, were peaceful and always helped the muggles when they needed the help. They never refused to use their power, for good or for evil, they never wanted to know just how cruel Muggles can really be.

Soon a war broke out between a Muggle and a wizard. The Muggle wanting world domination, kidnapped the young, but powerful wizard, and used the wizards own controlling potion to make the boy obey him. As the Muggle began his quest, the potion was wearing off on the boy. The Muggle did not know and forced the boy to use his strongest power and destroy the town that had been fighting him.

The boy, instead of destroying the town, turned his power on the man and immediately killed him. The boy, deciding that enough was enough,went back to the town he came from and came up with the idea for the wizards and witches to have their own world, a world hidden from Muggles.

As the witches and wizards in the town started hearing rumors of a new hidden world from Muggles, many of them decided that it would be a good idea. Soon, many of them set out to find the secluded place where they could build their world, safe from harm and Muggles.

For years they perfected their spells and enchantments to make their world a better place. More and more witches and wizards joined them in their building and after twenty years, they had built their haven. A perfect place where they could live in peace with each other, without Muggles interfering.

As the years went by, Muggles forgot that things such as witches and wizards existed, instead they continued their quest for power by making guns, ships, canons, anything that would make them powerful.

But soon, it became obvious that something was wrong in the Muggle world. There were many children being born and reaching certain ages where they would do things that many could not explain. And the Muggles, not being able to explain what was happening, began to destroy men, women and children, be they witches or not. They began destroying their own kind.

When a traveling wizard, dressed as a Muggle, went through one of these towns, he witnessed the massacre of hundreds of human beings, many of them being witches and wizards who did not know enough magic to save their lives, they were burned or hanged.

When the wizard went back to his haven, he told everyone what he has seen. Immediately men and women went out to search for children with magical blood and were brought into their world for protection. But soon that turned out to be a mistake. There were many witches and wizards, too many that it began to put a strain on the magic around their small town, hiding them from Muggles.

One day as all the wizards were called to a town meeting, a man came forth, a man with much power that demanded their attention as he stood on the pedestal. With him two young women and another man came, they were at least twenty years old. The first man began to speak, capturing the audience with only a glance.

"The only way that we can be able to manage this town is to teach these newcomers our ways. We will have to have some kind of school that will welcome both Muggle children and our own."

Many gazes fell on him and murmur spread around like wild fire.

"How are we going to do that?" One voice cried.

"There are too many of them!" Another voice yelled. Many more followed that one, but the four on the pedestal stood silently, waiting until they were done.

"We will build a school for these people. No matter what their age, they will need to learn to control their magic, otherwise we can say farewell to our world." The second man said. He had raven hair that was tied in a pony tail half way to his shoulders.

"And how will this be done? It has taken our fathers almost two centuries to just build this town and make it strong enough to resist Muggles. How are we going to build this school?" Many voices cried.

"Silence! There is always a way to build, we have advanced more than our ancestors and we know our limits, we know our potential. We can build this school because we know that if we are going to live in a community we will need to be able to teach our people proper magic to protect them." The silver-blond haired boy said.

"We will make this school, we will mold in our very own souls if we have to, but we will build it. If it is with all your help, then so be it, if it isn't than we will not force you to." The brown haired woman with them said.

There was more murmur among the people. They all wanted the new arrivals to learn their customs, to know how to control their magic, but they did not want to waste their life making a school.

"All right, we will help you make this school, only if it will help our cause."

"Thank you." Said the blond haired woman.

And then for twenty years they started building, every year a new level to the school was added. Every year new students joined, making the unfinished school happiest of them all. The four who have helped make the Muggle-born children happy with a chance to be different.

After twenty-one years passed, the school was finally finished with seven floors, two-hundred and seventy-eight rooms, eight hundred students, and about fifty teachers. Everything was set, all they needed was a way to sort the students into houses, a house which best describes them.

"We have all gathered here because we need to figure out a way to sort the new comers. There are so many children here, many with different personalities." Said the blond haired man.

They were once again gathered at the town square. All were looking up at the four who have contributed most of their time to the school.

The town spokesperson stood in the front, all around him there was a sudden hush. No one dared to make a move.

"The town has decided that whoever has given most of their time into the work we have done shall receive the honor of naming the school and becoming Headmaster."

The four on the podium nodded, they had done all that they wanted and it was time for them to leave. The voices of many of the people stopped them from going anywhere as they began shouting at them.

"We give the honor to you!" Cried most of them leaving the four shocked.

"To whom?" Asked the blond man.

"To the four of you. You are the only ones who have given their time into the school. Who have come up with the idea, and taught so many of our youngest students." the town spokesperson said.

"We did what anyone would do in need, we had to do something to be able to give the young proper education." the raven man said.

"We want you to take this honor, be the headmasters and teach our students, you four are the only ones that are truly powerful and would be able to teach many of our students. Please accept our gratitude."

Four stunned men and women stood silently as the town crowded around them.

"Godric Gryffindor, you are loyal and brave, I hope that you will teach our students the courage you have."

"Salazar Slytherin, you have the courage, cunning, and loyalty towards your friends, I hope that you will teach the students all that you know."

"Rowena Ravenclaw, never have I seen a smarter witch. You are powerful and have kept us all in line during frustrated times where we would jump at each other's throats, many of us have you to thank. I hope that you will teach your students to care like you do."

"And Helga Hufflepuff, you are loyal and determined, you never gave up and always pushed us to our limits and than yelled at us for overworking ourselves. I hope that the loyalty and valor will always be with you."

The town stood around the stunned four and gazed at them with pride. Never had they seen such determined and loyal people.

That day, the Sorting Hat was born, filled with all the Headmasters' and Headmistress' personalities. To this day, the Sorting Hat sorted students to Slytherin, cunning, Gryffindor, bravery, Ravenclaw, intelligence, Hufflepuff, loyalty.

Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin...see page. 145

Harry finished the book he was reading and set it on the table beside him. His fingers stippled themselves as he turned to the window to think. He brought his hands down and grabbed the ink pen that sat by him.

Voldemort,

You may be surprised to find out who is writing to you. Not that you should be surprised, as I could not keep away. (That was a joke). Do you remember our little deal last year? About your past and how I could change you for the better? That is if I could find out anything? Well I remember our bet was cut off and as things got a bit more hectic we could not continue our weird relationship. As I was saying, if you do remember than you must know that I have found something that might interest you, at least a little. Before I could tell you, you must promise that you will not go and kill whoever told me this stuff... better make the promise now, and the parchment will hold you to that promise, I put a spell on it if you are wondering. The rest will not show unless you make that promise...

Got it? Here it goes. After I left your headquarters I shut myself into my room for the whole summer, right after I made hundreds of apologies to the wizarding world, all thanks to you. When I finally decided to get out of the stuffy room, I found that Ginny was still researching the orphanage you stayed at when you were young. To tell you, you actually made it quite obvious where you stayed, now that I think of it. Your orphanage was the only one that was burned down.

Anyway, Ginny gave me the piece of parchment of all the orphanages that she searched through, than she gave me a name that might ring a bell with you. Anthony LeVitz...do I hear bells? Well if you do than remember that the parchment will not let you leave if you think about killing him. I am actually glad that he has decided to stick out his head and tell Ginny about you.

You know, people weren't kidding when they said that you and I had the same childhood. Scary thought isn't it?

I hope that this letter and the parchment attached to it will make you remember some things, and not just the bad! Think about Anthony, remember he is a muggle and that he has stuck with you. You need to figure out that not all muggles are bad, the only way to think about them is through Anthony.

Well, on the attached parchment you will find the newspaper clipping, some photos of children, yourself included, and the list of children that were there, and the letter from Anthony. If you decide to burn it, I have an extra copy. Remember, don't take the good with the bad and assume everything is bad. They were scared of you, the only wizard there among so many muggle children.

Serpent

P.S. Did I just sign this by that name?

Lord Voldemort, a.k.a. Tom Riddle, sat rigidly in his chair looking over the letter his once nemesis sent. He glared at the photos of the children as he passed them, stopping only when he came to a boy with messy brown hair and brown eyes smiling sadly up at him. Voldemort felt a clench in his stone heart.

He put down the picture and went through them again, finding his younger self staring up at him with confused eyes. Even then he could see the change beginning in him. His green eyes were tinged with red and not even the camera could hide it.

He put the pictures back in the envelope and fished out the letter from his long lost friend.

Dear Ginevra Weasley,

I have heard that you are looking for Tom Riddle? Well I have known him since we were in an orphanage, St. Petersburg, but do not bother looking for it was burned down after Tom left us.

I have known Tom all my life, and I have always been by his side. As you have probably found out, Tom was sort of an outcast in the orphanage because of something very peculiar about him that I do not wish to speak of until I know you.

I do not know why you are searching for him, is he something of relation to you? A friend maybe? Please if you have seen Tom tell him that I miss his companionship.

I have known many years ago that someday we would go our separate ways, but I did not know that we would be that far apart and not even keep in touch. For years I have thought that Tom did not want my friendship anymore because of the way he had been treated.

Voldemort continued reading the letter, pausing only to catch his breath. He was desperately wishing that he had kept in touch with his former friend, but when he left the muggle world behind, he knew that he did not want anything to do with it.

He finished reading everything that Anthony wrote, mostly about their childhood in the orphanage, something that Voldemort remembered very well. And was now glad that Harry had cast the promise spell, otherwise he would be looking for all the people on the list in front of him.

"Anthony, the last time I spoke to you was the day I never forgot."

Voldemort sighed.

Dear Mr. LeVitz,

We have gotten your letter and are very glad that you have replied. I know that this may come as a shock to you, but I am like your friend Tom. I have the same power that your friend did.

My name is Harry Potter and the reason I am writing to you is to ask if you would like to speak to Tom? I know that you two have not been speaking for a long while now, but if you want I can arrange for you two to meet.

I must warn you though, the Tom you knew is changed and might not look like the Tom you remember. As you well know, a hard life might make a person change and your friend had taken the wrong change.

Please do not be alarmed, for he would be very happy to hear from you. If you send a reply via this white owl I will arrange for us to meet. If you do not want to meet with Tom than just tell the owl to leave.

Please forgive me for writing to you like this, but I need your reply as soon as possible so that we can make the arrangements.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

Anthony LeVitz sat in his chair in his office, every once in a while he would glance at the snowy white owl standing at the window's ledge.

He didn't know what to do, should he reply or tell the owl to leave. He did not know how much Tom had changed, he did not know if even he did want to see Tom again. Their last meeting had proven that many years ago. But as the letter said, people change.

He grabbed the pen and gave a short reply to the letter.

Harry Potter,

I am glad that Tom is still alive and that I am finally able to see him face to face. I do not care what he is like now just as long as I see my friend. Please arrange a meeting as soon as possible.

Sincerely,

Anthony LeVitz

Anthony called the owl to him and tied the letter to its leg. He watched as it disappeared into the blue sky.

"I hope you have not changed too much, Tom. After so many years, we are finally meeting again."