And so, the final chappie comes. I always feel a pang of sadness when a story come to an end, but I also feel a bit of satisfaction when I see how a finished story turned out. But, I'll let you be the judge.

Chapter Six- The Plan's Executed

The first and second terms went by with the Order, Ron, Hermonie, and Draco being the only ones in on Harry's secret. Harry began to wonder if Voldemort was waiting until next year for his plan. But, if that was so, he wouldn't have turned Harry so soon, right?

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Christmas vacation was over and the third term was well underway. Harry began to relax. Maybe Voldemort wanted Harry to adjust to his new body before carrying out his plan. Which meant that the plan probably would occur next year.

Harry was laying on his bed thinking these thoughts when a familiar voice hissed in his mind, 'It's time, my boy. Kill Dumbledore.'

Harry froze. 'Now?' he thought. After all this time?

'Yes, now. Dumbledore thinks you are no threat. His guard is down. Now is the perfect time.'

Harry hesitated. True, the headmaster didn't see him as a threat and yes, his guard was down. After all, the man had a plan. Of course, Voldemort didn't know that. Harry discovered from Snape that vampires could hide parts of their minds from other vampires. A good thing to know.

'You dare hesitate? Very well. Then, I will control your body and take you to the old fool.'

Harry felt his body move on its own accord and he couldn't get to to obey his mind's commands. He was forced to watch as his body took him out of the dorm, into the corridor, down the stairs, and up to the hidden office door. He heard his voice say, "Blood pop." Then, his feet stepped onto the spiraling stairs and he was in Dumbledore's office.

Voldemort guided him until he was in front of the headmaster's desk. 'This is where you take over, my boy. Remember, he has no love for you anymore. Kill him and I'll make you my deputy headmaster as well as my heir.'

'Yes, Master. You are right. I'll do it. I'll contact you when the deed is done.'

'Yes. That's a good vampire.' Voldemort's last word echoed in Harry's mind, indicating that the dark lord had returned control of the body back to its owner.

Once Harry found he had control again, he found himself staring into Dumbledore's blue eyes, which were sparkling with amusement.

"I take it you did not come up here on your own accord."

"No, sir. It was Voldemort."

"I see. The plan is being put into action."

"Yes, sir."

"And I am perfectly prepared. Now, listen. Severus gave me a flask of the Draught of the Living Dead to fool Voldemort. You will puncture my neck to make it more convincing. I am certain that Voldemort will come as soon as you contact him. When he does, you will fulfill the prophecy."

"Sir?"

"You'll kill him."

"Oh."

Dumbledore smiled as he produced the flask and drank the contents. Then, he swept his arm and scatttered some of the objects on his desk, which confused Harry at first. Then, it hit him. He did that to make it look as if Dumbledore had struggled with Harry.

The headmaster layed himself on the ground as the potion started to take effect. Harry waited until he was certain Dumbledore was completely under before he gently pierced the man's neck. He quickly withdrew before any blood escaped. He surveyed his handiwork and was pleased when no blood leaked out.

'Master?' he thought called.

'Harry. Progress?'

'It is done. Dumbledore is dead. He put up quite a fight, though.'

'Excellent. I will be there momentarily.'

There was a flash of green and Voldemort stepped out of the fireplace. Harry stepped aside and allowed the tall man to observe the scene. He waited for his moment.

"Hmm. Yes. He is dead. Well done, Harry. I was a little concerned that you wouldn't kill him, but clearly you-Aaahhh!" Voldemort screamed in pain as Harry leaped onto his back and sank his fangs into his neck.

The older vampire tried to remove the boy from his neck, but the aesthetic from Harry's fangs refused to let him do so. Slowly, his blood flowed out of him and into his attacker. After several minutes, Voldemort's body fell to the floor and turned to ash. The Dark Lord was no more.

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Harry made a disgusted face as the last of Voldemort's blood went down his throat. That was even worse than the first time he tasted it. Hell, it was even worse than Snape's potion. But, at least his "master" was dead. Er, rather destroyed.

"Well done, Harry. The war is over."

Harry nearly jumped at Dumbledore's voice. The old wizard was getting off the floor, the potion fully worn off. Apparently, it was not very potent.

"The prophecy has been fulfilled and I'm afraid that I have not been entirely truthful about it."

"What do you mean?"

"The prophecy, unknown to everyone but me, stated that Voldemort and the chosen one would be vampires."

"I was meant to be a vampire?"

"Yes."

Harry stared at Dumbledore in shock. Vampire had been his fate from the day Voldemort tried to kill him? Unbelievable.

"Prof.? Where will I be staying during the summer? I can't possibly stay with my relatives."

"I wondered when you would ask that and I already have a solution. You can stay with Prof. Lupin. Severus will deliver both of your potions as you need them."

"That's great."

"Alright. Go on to bed and I'll see you tomorrow."

Harry left, feeling jubilated, despite knowing the prophecy's full details. Voldemort was gone and he was going to live with Lupin. His "life" was looking up. And he had an eternity to live.

The End

Well, what did you think? If you enjoyed that, I invite you to stick around for "Introperspective". It is a prologue to a werewolf challenge I read about on Tia Evans's bio page. Thanks, Tia for giving me inspiration.