DISCLAIMER: The following work of Fan Fiction is based upon the Harry Potter Universe which is the work of J.K. Rowling. No infringement of copyright nor financial gain is intended by this work.
The Author owns nothing of the Known or Cannon Characters in this work. Except, perhaps, the idea for this story.
Summary :Near the end.
Authors Notes:We are very near the end of this fic, or should I say the beginning of a grand adventure. This chapter is probably the most difficult to write in terms of the writing style I've become so fond off. I tried to share my ideas as much as possible, yet still try to maintain the minimalist approach and let the reader use their imagination. The difficulty lies in the deaths occurring here. Guide questions to ask yourselves, my dear readers, to better understand this fic, is this. Why does it affect Harry, when he knows that he could still meet (and actually does meet) his friends and family, when they died? Why is being alive on earth so important? Why were we placed here anyway?
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"Tell me, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"
- TheJoker, Batman.
Chapter 9 – Loose ends and untied knots
First order of Business… Absolution
Darkness surrounded the Avatar as the foul creatures approached him from all sides.
Defiantly he raised the weapon, its flickering flames bringing light amidst the darkness… he would not let these spawns of darkness stop him, he has souls to free.
They huddled together, naked as the day they were born. But, unlike then, no innocence could be found in their shuddering young bodies.
Though their bodies shook from the cold, their faces were expressionless. Dark and sunken sockets replaced where rich brown and sparkling blue could once be seen.
He slashed and hacked away with his Holy blade. "From dust thou art, to dust shall you be…".
Spoken was his edict and sent those thieves of souls to whence they came.
Calmly he strode forth, his visage echoing the Avenging Angel that was his guard…
There was no need for an army to storm the dark palace, not when the Dark Lords where busy elsewhere. All that was needed was a very pissed off Harry Potter.
Cell doors where blasted away and the people that where used as cattle, where freed.
He then turned his gaze upwards, tilting his head as he did so, as if listening…
-Blink-
Before him he saw the abused bodies of his friends…
He held his hand upon their heads and prayed for their souls…
A flickering look of recognition was his reward from one of them as the other passed on… and Ginny spoke in a halting whisper…
"Harry? ... Please… take me away from all this… death." – So too, she breathe her last.
A solitary tear fell from his eyes, regret mingled with anticipation… thoughts of meeting again in Valhalla, regret in the reward that came to soon…
Endless possibilities, so limited in scope… and time…
-Blink-
It doesn't matter whether it's in the Hogwart's hospital wing or in some small clinic, 'why do they smell the same, and the color… does it always have to be white?' Harry thought ruefully as he made his way through the different levels and wards of St. Mungos.
He carefully wove his way until he found his purpose of being there…
"Alice… Frank, wake up… It's time for battle and your son needs you." He fondly whispered to them.
-Blink-
"So this is what your dreams are made of… eh, Dudley?" Harry said smirking but then his face hardened.
"The world is going to change, cousin, I suggest you choose what you want your life to be…"
-Blink-
"Hello, Aunt Petunia… Mum says hi and asks that you remember grandfather and the things he has taught you. It's for your own good you know?"
He held on only to see her turn ashen as she beheld her supposedly dead nephew, but made sure she got the message…
-Blink-
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Second Order… Restitution
"Hello Peter, you didn't think I forgot about you?" Harry calmly asked.
Surprised, the whimpering rat almost got whiplashed as he turned around and sputtered at who he saw.
"You're dead!" was what he was able to say.
"Yeah, well… you know 'the reports of my demise…' blah, blah…" Harry answered non-chalantly. His eyes then hardened at the big oaf and said. "I'm here to collect your dues Peter, or rather… a dear friend of ours will. Sorry I can't stay too long but I'm sure you two would have LOTS to catch up on."
Harry then took one step to the right, clearing Peter's view of the man behind his once friend's son. He nodded to the man behind him and offered him a cheerful smile.
-Blink -
"M-M-Moony!" Peter fainted.
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Dark clouds rolled against the sky. Thunder and lightning threatened to outdo the other. Turmoil in the sky reflecting both the chaos in both the heavens and the earth.
The seventh horns' call soon ended, and the cry of battle ensued. Feathery wings pitted and slashed again leathery ones.
All unseen by mortal eyes, but felt by the mortal flesh…
"this is BBS news…this just in… Iraqi tanks have once again crossed the Kuwaiti border…"
"Live on CNN… The sudden outbreak of decease in Angola has…"
"The World Tonight… the appearance of a symbol green skull and snake have been spreading all over England… it is to note reminiscent of events two decades ago…"
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Third Order… Battle
Harry wept as he arrived in the middle of the unrecognizable chaos that he had considered his home. Pockmarks of spell blasted craters and bloodied bodies littered the once scenic grounds of Hogwarts.
The proud tower of Gryffindor is all but rubble, but the fighting wasn't over yet. No… it has barely began…
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The prince of evil smiled greedily at the passing events. He could almost taste it, victory over the realms atlast…
A greenish mist crawled over the lands. Decay and death came to all it touched. From the source of this mist, the smell of sulfur and ozone mixed with each other. Static electricity charged by a swirling vortex of black and the same colored mist, caused lightning to flash between the vortex… portal.
Blood was the magic that powered it, a great war is the sacrifice…
The battle for Hogwarts waged on. Classmate against classmate, fathers against sons, wizards against wizards… angels against angels.
For a long while the sword of fire could be seen, hacking against the enemy horde. But then in a flash it was gone…
-Blink-
TBC