A/N: The line "So I speak, so I intend" isn't really mine, as it's been used many times before as parts of magical spells and I don't, therefor, take any claim on it.

To Howl in Harmony

Chapter 10: The Expected "Unexpected"

"The wards," Dumbledore breathed after the large blast of music echoed through the hall, "They've been breached."

Students began to panic immediately. Screams filled the room and people jumped to their feet, knocking each other and the benches to the floor. The teachers, the Coven, the Realm, the Pack and the D.A remained calm.

"SHUT UP!" Harry yelled as he leapt on top of the table, creating immediate silence, "Calm down, there are still two more wards to break through and they'll take some time to break. Anyone above third year willing to fight, move away from the door. Everyone else, move quickly to the basement of the castle and stay there. Now."

The students scrambled quickly, running swiftly through the halls of Hogwarts to the dungeons. Every single student above the third year stayed to fight.

Harry stared silently down at them, as there was another blast of noise, signaling the fall of the second ward. Simply, he stated, "You are all wonderful, amazing people, and I pray to God you all make it out alive," he paused, "Let's go and meet them."

The group surged forward, standing straight-backed on the lawn and watching the approaching forces. Harry sent a runner off to Floo for back up, but the running of the fourth year's footsteps was the only noise from their side.

The Dark group paused a few feet away and the groups squared off. Harry, impatient with the silence, called out, "So sorry boys, but I'm afraid you aren't on the guest list. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Tah tah now!"

"Nice try, Potter, but it won't work. It ends today," Voldemort said, stepping forward from the crowd of black.

"Jeez, Tommy-boy, didn't anyone ever teach you that patience is a virtue?" Harry scolded in a "mothering tone as he, too, stepped forward.

"Your words won't save you this time, Potter," Voldemort sneered, bringing up his wand.

Harry threw up a shield just as the crutacious curse almost hit him. And the fight was on.
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Harry had lost sight of Voldemort within 5 minutes of the battle. Instead, he was surrounded by black-as were all the others. Voldemort's voice, however, rose suddenly over the noise of the battle, his words making Harry's heart freeze.

"Potter! Show yourself now or I'll have some fun with your little redhead," the man sneered in his magically enhanced voice.

Harry didn't even hesitate. "Call off your goons, Riddle, so I can get through."

Voldemort snapped a command and the Death Eaters backed off swiftly. Harry moved quickly forward to Voldemort, who was holding Ginny by the hair. She was fighting back viciously despite the fact that her hair was tugged with each movement, hissing and spitting like a vicious cat.

"Let her go, Tom," Harry demanded in a soft deadly voice.

All action had ceased. No one was even bothering with the pretense of fighting and were all watching the stand off anxiously.

"No," Voldemort smirked, "I think I'll just keep the both of you."

"Get...out of-here, Sparky," Ginny demanded between breaths as she fought against Voldemort's hold.

"I'm not leaving you, Cannon," Harry answered softly, never taking his eyes away from Voldemort's/

"How touching," Voldemort sneered nastily.

"Let her go," Harry bargained, holding up his wand, "And I'll snap my wand."

Voldemort paused, looking thoughtful before asking, "Why would you do that when you know she'll die once I kill you?"

"Anything for love, Tommy," Harry answered simply, "Now, deal? Or what?"

"Snap it first and then I'll let her go and you can walk by each other." He ordered.

Harry nodded, dropping the wand to the ground and snapping it in two with the heel of his shoe. Many people gasped in horror, but Voldemort smiled in sadistic satisfaction. Harry took two steps forward and paused, waiting for Voldemort to release Ginny.

With a sneer and a shrug, Voldemort shoved her forward. Ginny stumbled a few steps before she regained her balance. That done, she raced forwards into Harry's arms.

Harry hugged her lightly, kissing her forehead, whispering a gentle, "I love you, Cannon, for forever and always," before placing her gently away from himself. With a said, half-grin, he turned back to Voldemort, shoulders squared determinedly. But a touch to his left shoulder made him turn his head.

Ron stood beside him, shoulder-to-shoulder, chin tilted defiantly at Voldemort. Hermione stood at his side, and Draco and Rose at hers. Ginny was at his right, her eyes burning brightly with anger, and Neville and Luna at her side. A quick look over his shoulder revealed his parents, Sirius, Remus, the Professors and the Order. And, behind them was the DA.

Harry turned back to Voldemort, raising his own chin in defiance. Without commenting to Voldemort, Harry raised his right hand, palm forward.

"I, Harry James Potter, do call upon the powers above," he intoned, using a dagger to slice open his palm, letting his blood drip to the ground, "to take this…man into the bowels of hell-where he should have gone long ago. With the truth of my blood, I do declare this. So I speak, so I intend"

Voldemort had been frozen in place a spell once the ritual had begun. Now, he screamed in rage, fighting against the spell that held him-trying to get away from the blinding emerald light creeping dimly towards him from Harry's palm.

The ritual was one the Pack-well, more specifically, Hermione-had found in one of the books in the large library in the High Realm. The ritual had been used commonly in the old days-so much so that a god, or guardian of magic-no one was quite sure what it was- had intervened. The original spell had been much like the Killing Curse- it had also killed the person hit by the spell, only this one was more painful.

The altered spell, however, could only be used by the pure of heart on the Darkest. The castor had to say a chant-that each castor had to come up with themselves-and offer their own blood up as a sacrifice. There was a catch to the spell, however.

Should the person hit by the spell not deserve death, it would be the castor who died instead. And while none of this worried the Pack, the amount of magic the spell needed did.

The amount of magic needed to use and maintain the spell was phenomenal. And that was all they knew about it-not the exact amount that was needed, only that it was a lot. So Harry could be killed by the spell. And everyone knows the Pack wouldn't let that happen without a fight. So, they'd found a way to help.

"So I speak, so I intend. So I speak, so I intend," Harry repeated over and over again as he sank to his knees weakly.

The members of the Pack all took out their own daggers, slicing their own palms. Ginny knelt at Harry's side, her knees against his thighs as she wrapped her bloody hand around his wrist. Rose knelt at Ginny's side, placing her palm on Harry's cheek while Hermione did the same on his other side. Luna knelt on Hermione's side, grasping Harry's free hand with her own bloody one. Ron's palm went to his left shoulder, Draco's to the back of his neck and Neville's to his other shoulder.

"So I speak, so I intend. So I speak, so I intend," the Pack joined in, the 6 voices melding together-much like they did when they howled together in wolf form.

This part that the Pack had added on merged their magic together- making it possible for all of the Pack to make it through their spell. Their blood was a representative of their magic seeping all together into Harry and as the ritual went on, all traces of blood vanished, their cuts healing quickly, leaving diagonal slash marks across the star-shaped scars already on their right palms.

Other colours began shooting through Harry's green and the light began to speed up. Ginny's chocolate brown came first, then Ron's crystal blue, and Hermione's coffee brown, Neville's almost-black brown, Luna's almost-white blue, Draco's grey and then Rose's navy blue.

The multi-coloured light hit Voldemort with a dull thud. There was an anticipatory silence for but a moment before screams ripped from Voldemort's throat. He burned from the inside out, dropping into a pile of grey dust that was quickly scattered by the wind.

The scene remained frozen again before screams suddenly sounded again. The Death Eaters, too, burned to nothing but ashes and were then blown away to Heaven-knows-where by the wind.

Shakily, Harry got to his feet, the Pack supporting him. Swallowing dryly, he looked around, his eyes filling with tears as he took in the sight of no masked people, only his friends, family and peers.

"It's over," he grinned widely, his grin infectious as it soon grew on everyone else's faces too.

Within moments, the lawn was filled with screaming, cheering and crying. And proposing.

Ron knelt on one knee at Hermione's feet, gazing up at her as he asked, "Hermione Jane Granger, I have loved you since the day that I first met you and you told me off for the first time," Hermione gave a watery giggle, "Since then, you've gone from my best friend, to my lover. You light up my life, even if we do squabble constantly. It's what I love the most about you-the way you challenge me, the way you actually expect me to be something," he paused, before asking with a gentle, loving smile, "Hermione Jane Granger, will you be my wife?"

"Oh Ron! Yes!" Hermione laughed tearfully, launching herself into Ron's arms, the pair laughing happily as they lay in each other's arms in the middle of the Hogwarts' grounds.
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"Blue," Draco said gently, kneeling on both knees in front of Rose, both her hands in his, "If it wasn't for you, I never would have been the man I am today. You showed me how to live life with your unfailing smile and optimistic attitude. You've helped me learn how to love, how to laugh, how to cry. You made my life so much better, just with your presence." Tears in his eyes, he asked, "Rosemary Eleanor Richards, will you marry me?"

"Yes Dragon! Oh, yes!" Rose laughed, happy tears streaming down her face as Draco stood and twirled her around, laughing aloud in delight.
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"Moon Goddess, you are the most important person in the world to me," Neville murmured, standing in front of Luna, holding both her hands gently, "You're unique and you don't care about what others think of you-you taught me courage, hope and love. You helped me overcome my insecurities. Just your name makes my stomach flutter your touch, my body melt. Please, Luna Maria Lovegood, won't you marry me?"

"Of course I will, Neville," Luna smiled, eyes dancing with happiness as a grin spread across her face, "I love you, why wouldn't I baby?"

Neville whooped, swinging her up by the waist as they swung around before falling to the ground, Neville breaking the fall. Tugging at a lock of Luna's hair, he murmured, "I love you, Lovegood, I really do!"
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Harry broke from the passionate kiss his mate was bestowing on him to rest his fore head against hers. Her arms were wound tightly around his neck, his around hers, pressing their bodies tightly together.

"Marry me Cannon," he said suddenly, voice low and soft with tenderness and love.

"What?" Ginny asked softly, searching his eyes.

"Marry me," Harry repeated, "You are the most amazing woman I've ever met and I love you more than words can say. I want to sleep beside you every night until the day the day I die. I want to have hordes of children and grandchildren with you. I want to grow old with you, sit in rockers on the front porch of our home in our slippers talking about the 'good old days'." He kissed her lips lightly and asked pleadingly, "Be my alpha female for life, Ginevra Molly Weasley. Marry me, please."

"Oh yes! Sparky, yes!" Ginny shrieked, hopping up into Harry's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Ginny's hands dug through Harry's hair, her legs tight around his waist. One of Harry's hands rested on her ass, the other on the nape of her neck as he pushed her head down gently, meeting their lips together passionately.
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"I'm getting married!" the four girls of the Pack shrieked happily to each other.

The boys grinned, slapping each other happily on the back and hugging each other and the girls. Then they stood there. All grinning goofily at each other before Harry threw his head back, the rest joining in.

And the Pack howled in harmony for their freedom.
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