Harry stared confused at the forms fighting for dominion in front of him. One second he was rebelling against the image of the Dark Lord torturing and murdering his friends, and the next there was this battle. As far as he could tell, there were three different creatures involved.

The werewolf was by far the largest one, though this did nothing to deter the other two. The large black dog seemed to be everywhere at once, unpredictable and rapid. The last form surprised him the most, as it was a brilliant gold and red phoenix. It seemed incredibly out of place in this dark area.

The interactions between them were fascinating, too. A hit by the Phoenix seemed to increase the size of the werewolf drastically, as did a hit from the dog. Though the Phoenix and Dog did increase their respective sizes, it didn't happen nearly as quickly. Soon it was obvious that the werewolf would win out completely, and that was when Harry noticed the forth creature. A small snowy white owl flapped in a very frenzied manner, trying desperately to escape the maelstrom of the fight, and failing miserably. He felt a softness for that poor creature pervade him, and he knew suddenly that it was his job to bring the chaos under control. He strode over to the fight and stood there silently, considering the best way to halt this madness. It wasn't necessary to say anything, however, as the creatures all took note of him immediately. There was a small cession in their activities, and the owl took that opportunity to fly directly to him. He petted its feathers when it landed on his shoulder, feeling very connected to and protective of it. The werewolf made a move as if to charge at him, but a glance made it settle down. Another glance showed the other creatures watching him warily. He prepared to speak to them when he was rudely interrupted.

"My, isn't this the glorious get together?" The hissing, cold voice of the Dark Lord Voldemort rang through his head, and he knew that the time had come.

Hermione and Ron sat their silent vigil, each hoping that any second their friend would open his eyes and greet them.

"Hermione?" Ron's voice was still unsteady, and he seemed reluctant to ask the question he obviously wanted to. She turned a smile to him, though it was very weak. "Did you really mean those things you said earlier?" She shook her head at him. He didn't understand.

"Of course I didn't mean any of that personally." He seemed disappointed, until she continued on. "I couldn't mean it, because it didn't come from me. All the things I said came directly from Harry, Ron. Those are the things he feels, the things he thinks when the world crumbles a little more on him." She returned her gaze to the boy in a life and death struggle on the bed. Her eye held fear, awe, and a stubborn protectiveness all at once. "He loves us, Ron. More then any other thing, that was what I got." Ron turned a deep red at this, as it was slightly embarrassing, but he was very pleased. Harry was like his brother, and he was glad Harry felt the same way. Looking for something to comment on, he started laughing when he remembered something else. At her strange look, he explained.

"I was just thinking that even he's unconscious, he's still good at insulting Snape." She was suddenly struck by how silly and true that was, and joined him.

It was then that a new sound started coming from Harry. The moaning broke off, and he started breathing more heavily, seemingly trying to talk. Then he stopped, and they finally heard the first clear words from him in hours.

"Hello Tommy."

"DO NOT REFER TO ME AS SUCH! I am Lord Voldemort, master of eternal darkness! Treat me with the respect I deserve!" Harry could have sworn that his eyes were starting to spit flame. He gave a smirk and decided not to press the issue.

"Alright, Voldemort. Honestly, your such a baby about it." He looked back towards the creatures, who were watching the exchange with interest. "By the way, I thank you for showing up. I was about to explain something to these fellows, but visual aides make everything better, don't you think?" Harry could see that he was itching to attack him, but he seemed to be holding back. Eventually, a small, unpleasant smile formed on the evil wizard's lips.

"So, how does it feel to be all alone, eh Potter? Nothing but these rag tag creatures to support you. Not even your supposed friends try for your return. It must be a crushing let down. I never have that problem, of course. It's rather unfortunate that you took out Bella, she was one of my most loyal servants, but at least she managed to hit you before she went down. She will be revered in the history of my followers when I control the world." Harry tried his hardest not to bust out laughing, as he couldn't imagine a more ridiculous conversation taking place.

"So you see, my furry and feathery friends, that is what is known as a bluff. He is more hurt by the loss of these Death Eaters then he wants to let on, so he tries to make it sound as if he is winning, hoping that I'll fall for it and just give up." As he spoke, the look on Voldemort's face grew more and more enraged. When Harry finally turned his attention back to him, he looked ready to commit murder. "And by the way, who said I was alone? True, you have taken many a person from me, but there are still plenty of people that love me. Hermione Granger, for instance." When he said her name, a haze formed to his right and solidified into a shadow outline that had bushy hair and a smile on its face. Voldemort shrank back from it, closing his eyes as if in pain. "There's also Ronald Weasley." Another form took shape, and his enemy backed away even further. "And let's not forget Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Ginevra Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Minerva McGonagall, Reubeus Hagrid, and of course your old friend Albus Dumbledore." With each name, a new mist shape formed, and Voldemort seemed to grow smaller. When he finally named the Headmaster, he seemed nothing more than the sixteen-year-old Harry had seen down in the Chamber of Secrets "So as you can see, I'm not alone, though it may seem like it at times. You, however, should reevaluate those you say worship you. Or have you forgotten that when you disappeared sixteen years ago most of them decided that you weren't even worth mourning?" He could see the anger and insanity building in the face of the "Dark Lord", so he wasn't to surprised when a spell came flying his way.

"Mens Contusio!"

"Anima Exactio!" The two lights collided with each other, and a familiar bond was formed. This time, however, the lights were all silver, and Harry had the feeling the reverse spell effect would be different. These concerns were secondary, however, as he was in a battle of wills with the beads of light, trying to force them back into the wand that was his owns brother. Movement to the sides caught his attention, and when he spared a glance he saw that the shapes he had called earlier were still active. They encircled the cage now, and their being there seemed to give him strength. He concentrated harder, and was rewarded when the beads started a steady slide towards his opponent. He could see the young face sweating with exertion, trying to overpower him, but it seemed he was unable to summon the necessary energy. When the beads contacted his wand, he gave a howl of despair and anger.

As Harry had suspected, there were no previous spells issuing from Voldemort's wand. Instead, images started to play in his mind. Harry witnessed the pain that Voldemort had felt when possessing Harry last year, the despair he had felt when he was without a body. The many years of the dark lord flashed before his eyes, and at the same time he felt an itch in his head. Eventually, the connection broke of its own accord, and they stood facing each other once more. Voldemort looked stunned, and Harry took this time to address the others.

"There you have it. You can go back to your private little war, if you really want to, but I think it would be much more productive if we concentrated on Tommy, here." He spoke no more after that, awaiting their decision. Finally, they started making their separate ways over to him. The phoenix landed on the opposite shoulder of the owl, and nuzzled him with its head. The werewolf and dog took up his two sides, and likewise started showing affection. He petted them all, and thanked them for their help. After a couple of minutes, they faded from sight and Voldemort looked like he was starting to come around.

"I do thank you for your timely arrival, Voldy, but I think it's time you left." He ignored the sputtering , and tried to think of a way to kick him out.

It was then that the still present itching in his mind intensified, and it felt like things were shifting around in his mind. Almost of its own will, his wand rose into the air and started drawing with shining gold lines. Runes appeared, something he had never studied and therefore couldn't know what they meant, but he somehow still did. Past, Present, Future, Remembrance, and Family formed, spreading out around him and building lines between themselves, forming a pentagram. Plucking a hair from his head, he burned it with his wand and drew a sideways figure eight in the smoke. Through his preparations, he saw Voldemort looking wide eyed in horror.

"What do you think you are doing! Don't you know how unpredictable that spell is!" Harry would have responded, but he couldn't break the spell form, so he simply raised his wand above his head and chanted.

I call on those who came before

To banish this evil forever more

Seal my mind and guard my heart

And from this place let healing start

Harry wasn't sure what to expect, but he knew it would be big. And he was right. The pentagram spun around him madly, until it exploded into an expanding pulse of golden light. Felling a presence behind him, he turned around...and was greeted by a sight that blew his mind.

His entire family stretched far out behind him. Immediately behind him, his mother and father smiled, giving a small wave. Behind them were couples he could only assume were his grandparents, and so on all the way back until they blurred out. This was such a shock that he noticed some small details. For instance, almost all of the men in his fathers line had the same black, wild hair. Harry could see some blonds in the far distance, but certainly within the past thirty generations there were none. Another interesting point was that while his fathers side almost all had wands, there were a small number of wand wielders in his mothers line as well. He had expected them to all be muggles. Shaking his head to clear it of the shock, he turned back to his opponent.

To say that Voldemort looked horrified would be understating the situation. He stared in fear at the vast number of wizards and muggles, trying not to collapse in abject terror. Harry let a smirk grace his lips.

"Like I said before, I'm not really alone. Anima Exactio!" He could feel power rushing towards him in waves from his ancestors, and the spell that left his wand was many times more powerful than the previous version. Voldemort tried to counter with a "Mens Parma!", but Harry spell smashed through the shield and struck him. He screamed in defeat and anger, then vanished, leaving behind only his echoes. He closed his eyes to block out those last screams, and when he opened them, the area had changed. Where before it had been dark and cold, he was now on a grassy hill, and there was a light breeze blowing. Looking around, he saw most of the summoned people fading, some with a wave, some with a blown kiss. Soon, only his parents and some man in the distance remained. His parents hugged him, and all thoughts of anything else disappeared. He held onto them tightly, reveling in this moment, trying to imprint it on is memory forever. He knew that he was crying, but he didn't care, as they were doing the same. He wasn't sure how long they stood like that, but when he finally let go and stepped back, he noticed that the man in the back had come a lot closer.

"So, my boy, it's nice to see that you took up where we left off. Beating up on old snake face, I mean." The voice of James Potter was filled with amusement and pride, and his mother jabbed him in the side.

"I'd rather he didn't have to, but it seems we aren't that lucky." She smiled at her son again, and he felt warmth fill him. He decided to change the subject, before he broke down in tears again.

"So, why did he think that spell was dangerous? I mean, that has to be the best thing ever." They lost their smiles and took on a more somber tone.

"Well, the spell is designed to call on your ancestors to aide you in your time of need." His mother's voice sounded just like a teachers, and he bit back a smile, so as not to annoy her. "His worry was the fact that his line goes back to Salazar Slytherin, and he felt he might not be worthy of the great snake tongue." Harry understood then, and shook his head.

"Because his father was a muggle? Geez, he really needs to learn to get over things. He's like an older Snape." They all laughed at this, though his mother looked as if she didn't really want to, but couldn't help herself. He looked behind them, and he noticed that the other had almost reached them. He had curly blond hair, and was rather tall and muscular. He moved, however, like a big cat, totally at home with himself. His eyes were trained on Harry, and he was startled to notice that they were a strange golden color. He realized his parents were speaking again and blushed, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" They exchanged sly miles over his blush, and repeated their speech.

"We are going to have to seal your magic for a little while." They suddenly had his full attention.

"Why?"

"Well, it's been stressed entirely too much recently. Between you fits of rage, the torture, creating that fire, and the Mal Dumier, you're running pretty low. Any more and you might just burn out." James laughed at the look of horror and dejection on his face.

"Don't worry, it's only for a short time. As soon as you recover, it'll be back and better than ever. Now, a hug and a kiss," he said, pausing to do both, "and back to reality you go." He felt himself start to fade, and struggled to remain for a few seconds more.

"Wait, will I see you again?" They smiled fondly, and nodded their heads.

"We'll be waiting for you in your dreams." As the blackness engulfed him, his mother blew him a kiss, mouthing I love you. Then there was nothing.

They watched with hopeful hearts as the spell faded from his body, and he seemed to sink back into the bed, resting peacefully at last. Ginny, who had come back from the bathroom looking incredibly sick, raced down the stairs to tell the adults. They were startled when they looked back to the bed and were met with bright green eyes and a mischievous smile.

"Hello. Miss me?" Anything else he might have said was drowned out by the laughing and hugging. Hermione was crying and Ron was grinning like a madman, but it was the same to Harry. It was just good to feel loved.