A/N- The last chapter! At last…..It's nearly over. I don't know whether to be happy or sad!

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Well, here goes….

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(Voldemort's POV)

(Yes, unusual angle, isn't it? Thought I'd try something different…)

Voldemort hated Harry Potter. The Boy-who-Lived. The Boy-who-wouldn't-Frickin-Die.

It wasn't good to have Voldemort hate you. People Voldemort didn't like ended up dead. People he hated ended up worse. Things didn't look bright for Harry Potter.

This was all because of some prophesy. A prophesy that he didn't even know the entire contents of. It would be so much simpler if Potter would have just died when he was supposed to. Like his parents did. Or like Cedric Diggory or the Riddles did.

But no, he simply had to survive. Potter had faced him five times now and still managed to live to tell the tale.

It would also help if his death eaters (or minions, as he liked to think of them) weren't such a bunch of idiots. Like that Peter Pettigrew, who had ran into the door that Potter had sealed shut and knocked himself unconscious.

Though they weren't all as bad as Pettigrew. Malfoy, although infuriating, had been working around the clock to trace Potter here to Ireland. Ireland! Of all the places Potter had to disappear to. Why couldn't he have gone to Barbados? Although, he thought, looking around, this place wasn't bad. It was pretty nice actually. Maybe he'd take it as his own when he was supreme ruler of the Universe.

Voldemort was duelling with Potter. The boy sent spell after spell at him, not letting Voldemort send one back. It was getting exhausting. Why couldn't Potter just be a good boy and die?

Potter paused. Voldemort was just about to send the killing spell at him when he realised why Potter had stopped.

Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was standing at the summit of the stairs, with his phoenix and a odd little girl who seemed to be hovering beside him, using what looked like motorized wings. Interesting, and handy. He could use a pair of those.

But back to Dumbledore. He was at the top of the stairs, taking in what was happening below. He raised his wand and waved it. Then he turned and nodded at the phoenix, who disappeared with a flash of fire.

Voldemort tried to disapparate. He closed his eyes, expecting to feel the unpleasant sensation bringing him to safety. It didn't come. Oh dear.

Dumbledore must have cast some sort of anti-disapparation charm on the house. Now he was in trouble. He'd have to get outside the house to disapparate. No problem, he thought. Then there were more pops of people apparating around the hall. Voldemort looked around. What looked like the whole Order of the Phoenix had arrived, and they all had their wands pointing at him. That maddening phoenix must have alerted them. Now he was in trouble, but he thought he knew how to get out.

Voldemort already had his wand raised, pointing it at Harry, ready to kill him. He didn't move, but thought, as hard as he could, Battuo!

A sphere of purple light radiated from the end of his wand, quickly filling the entire room before anybody could react. There was a flash of light and a loud bang and everybody in the room was instantly knocked out, except Voldemort.

The spell wouldn't last long, so Voldemort ran for it. Cowardly, yes, but since when did he play fair?

Once through the doors, Voldemort apparated to his secret headquarters. He didn't bother worrying about the Death Eaters. He didn't really care about what happened to them, and anyway, they knew dark magic. They'd get out alright.

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(Harry's POV)

Harry woke up with a very bad headache. He was lying on the floor of the entrance hall in Fowl manor. He slowly sat up, groaning as his headache got worse. He screwed up his eyes and slowly the pain receded. Very slowly, it seemed. Finally it receded to a dull throb.

Harry stood up, looking around. Voldemort and the death eaters had gone. He turned and helped Hermione and Ron to their feet. Dumbledore had also gotten to his feet and was coming calmly down the stairs with Holly following, floating gracefully at his shoulder. Harry couldn't understand this. Why wasn't Dumbledore hurrying? Why was he so calm? Harry opened his mouth to ask, but Dumbledore cut him off.

"Voldemort has gone. He exited through the doors just after that curse which knocked us all out. His death eaters recovered quickly and left just after he did. I woke up just now and I saw you moving, so I came down to check on you."

A door behind them opened and Artemis, Butler and Mulch spilled out. They looked round, taking in the mess caused by missed spells and the people everywhere.

Butler spoke first. He pointed a big gun at Dumbledore.

"Alright, who are you lot and how did you get here?"

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(Butler's POV)

Butler was asleep when Artemis and Mulch ran into his bedroom and shook him awake.

"What the- Artemis, Mulch, what's going on?"

Artemis spoke quickly. "Voldemort's here with his followers.. Harry, Ron and Hermione are fighting them. We need to get out, and fast."

Butler interjected. "But we can't let them fight on their own. Three teenagers against Voldemort and his army? They'll all be killed. We have weapons. We can help."

Artemis looked worried. "That adds three of us. None of us can do magic. We can shoot, but they can kill us easier. All they need is their wand to hurt or murder us. They follow the dark lord, and they hate all non-magic people. We wouldn't last a second."

Butler opened his mouth to reply but he was cut off by a loud bang coming from the direction of the entrance hall.

"What was that?"- Artemis and Mulch shrugged- "Well, I'm going to see what's going on. You don't have to come. Artemis, Mulch, you two better leave, just in case."

Artemis said determinedly, "No, if you're going, we're going with you. Three heads are better than one."

Butler smiled inwardly. You wouldn't know that, three years ago, Artemis hadn't had any friends and was, well, a monster, as much as Butler didn't like to admit it. Now he was risking his life to save people he had only met a few days previously.

Butler reached under his bed and pulled out two guns and handed them to Artemis and Mulch. He lifted his own from his bedside table.

"You know how to use a gun, I presume?"

The question was directed at Mulch because Butler knew perfectly well that Artemis could handle a gun. He had trained Artemis using fairy neutrino blasters. Despite appearances, Artemis was a good marksman, with perfect aim.

"Of course. You can't be a criminal without handling the occasional gun."

The trio crept quickly and silently towards the main entrance hall, with Butler in front and Artemis and Mulch walking side by side behind him, glancing around nervously, wary of followers of Voldemort hidden round corners, ready to attack.

They reached the door leading into the hall without major incident. Butler could hear a voice he didn't recognise talking on the other side of the door. He grasped the handle, turned it and the door swung open.

There was a crowd of people in the hall, most looking like they had just been knocked out and were getting to their feet, dazed. A man with long white hair and an even longer white beard was speaking to Harry. He was closest and seemed to be the leader, so Butler pointed the gun at him. He glanced around at all the other people. They were mostly at the other side of the hall, with their wands out, gazing around warily. Butler turned his attention to the man with the beard.

"Alright, who are you lot and how did you get here?"

Harry replied before the bearded man could.

"This is Professor Dumbledore. Holly got him here just in time. Everyone else-" Harry gestured to the others in hall with his hand.- "They are the Order of The Phoenix. I told you about them, remember?"

Butler nodded and lowered the gun. Artemis and Mulch, behind him, did likewise, having raised theirs at the same time as Butler.

Harry turned to look at Artemis and Mulch.

"I thought I said to get outside and hide?" He was smiling a little, though.

"We went to get Butler, but he wanted to help, so we came along too. We couldn't let you three face everyone."

Harry, Ron and Hermione grinned. "Thanks," they said simultaneously.

Dumbledore smiled serenely. "We should go soon. We have a few minutes though, as I need to tell the Order what happened. You probably want to say your goodbyes."

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(Harry's POV)

Harry hadn't known Artemis and co. for more than a few days, and he was amazed that they had become so close so quickly. Close enough so that Butler, Artemis and Mulch had risked their lives to help. After all that, Harry found that, much as he wanted to get back to Hogwarts, he didn't want to say goodbye.

Holly dropped to the floor beside him and Harry instinctively hugged her.

"Thanks." He whispered. "You did it. You got back here just in time."

Ron and Hermione started talking to Mulch and Holly. The girls had tears in their eyes. He turned to Artemis and Butler.

"I don't want to say goodbye, but I promise I'll owl you!"

Butler looked confused. "Owl us?"

"Send you a letter by owl. Its how we wizards communicate. And I'll make sure you don't get your memory modified either."

Butler opened his mouth, but Harry answered the question before he could ask.

"We won't delete your memory."

Ron, Hermione, Holly and Mulch wandered over. Harry looked down at the fairies.

"We probably won't see you again. If you live underground, our owls can't get to you."

Holly grinned. "You haven't seen the last of us, Potter. I know where Hogwarts is at, and I can fly. Expect a visit!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione returned the grin.

They moved closer, and Harry found himself in the centre of a group hug.

Dumbledore strolled back to the group.

"Ready to go?"

The trio nodded. Harry smiled at Artemis and Butler.

"Once we leave school, we'll meet up, kay? Bye."

He turned back to look at Dumbledore.

"Professor?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Can you not have their memories modified? They'll keep us secret."

Dumbledore looked thoughtful.

"In light of their help, I think that can be arranged. Now, we better go. I'm expecting an owl from the minister." He held out a quill. "This will take you to your common room. Everyone else should be asleep. You better go to bed when you get there, as you'll need to keep your strength up for all the questioning tomorrow."

Harry looked at his friends as they reached for the quill. Hermione had tears in her eyes.

"Bye!" They called out one last time as the portkey transported them back to Hogwarts.

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(Artemis' POV)

Artemis watched as Harry, Ron and Hermione disappeared.

"Wow. That was cool." Holly spoke first.

"I'd have to agree with you there," said Artemis, staring at the space where the trio had vanished. He looked up to find Dumbledore smiling down at him, hand extended.

He grasped Artemis' hand and shook it vigorously.

"Thank you for letting Harry and his friends stay here."

Artemis smiled. "Well, we couldn't just kick them out when they had vanished from school and appeared in a different country, now could we?"

Dumbledore's smile widened. "I better go now. I'll tell this lot to come with me."

He walked quickly back to the gaggle of people on the other side of the hall, all of whom were watching them curiously. Artemis watched as Dumbledore said something, then they suddenly disappeared with a loud crack!

Artemis turned to Butler, Holly and Mulch.

"I think I'll go to bed. It's been a long day."

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(Harry's POV)

Harry's feet landed on the rug in front of the common room fire hard. He stumbled and beside him Ron fell into an armchair. Hermione had somehow managed to land gracefully and was heading towards the girls dormitories. She called out to them,

"We really should get going to bed. Dumbledore's right, we'll be questioned all day tomorrow about where we've been." She turned slowly and wandered back to Harry and Ron. "We better not say anything about Voldemort. Oh, don't be pathetic Ron. You saw him earlier and you survived it. Anyway, we better just say a spell backfired and sent us to Ireland."

Harry and Ron nodded in agreement. Harry yawned.

"I'm going to bed. It must be really late by now."

His friends nodded, but Ron didn't follow him up the staircase and Hermione didn't go up hers. Harry heard them whispering as he ascended the spiral staircase. He grinned to himself. He knew what they were saying, and for once, he knew it wasn't about him.

There was silence as he entered his dormitory, only interrupted by Neville's snoring. Everyone was asleep. He changed into his pyjamas, climbed into bed and waited.

Ron came up the stairs fifteen minutes later, his cheeks slightly pink. Harry, who was lying down and nearly asleep, sat up so quickly he made Ron jump.

"Harry! I thought you were asleep."

"Hoped, more like!" Harry was grinning. "You and Hermione, eh?"

"We just-"

"You didn't 'just' anything!" interrupted Harry, "You kissed, didn't you?"

Ron looked like he was going to deny it, but, slowly, he shook his head. He looked down at his shoes, his face now bright red.

"Finally!" muttered Harry as he flopped back down onto his bed.

"What, do you mean, 'Finally'?" asked Ron as he changed into his pyjamas and slay down onto his bed.

"Oh come on! You two have fancied each other like crazy since third year! You were just to stubborn to admit it. Even Mulch noticed!"

Ron's eyes widened and he glanced over at Harry.

"Were we really that obvious?"

"Yep."

Harry pulled the hangings on his bed shut, his grin still intact. He lay back down, and, just before be succumbed to sleep, he felt relieved he was back home.

Fin.

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There you go. Finally finished. It's probably a rubbish ending, I know, but I wanted Hermione and Ron to get together.

I am SO sorry that this took so long! I know you've been waiting for what seems like FOREVER, But I'm really sorry about that!

Apologising over, I can't believe I've finished my first fanfic! I know it wasn't very long, but I intend to write more! Watch this space!