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Harry Potter: To The End

Chapter 3 – Death and Destruction

Harry eyes snapped open suddenly and he felt the most wonderful, most exhilarating feeling he ever felt. He knew so much so instantly it was shocking, he could remember potion ingredients and complex hexes and jinxes and how to become an Animagus as if he'd known his whole life. But all this knowledge, all these memories paled in comparison to the feeling of raw power rushing through his veins. He felt himself glowing and then with one stifled cry hit the bed with a dull thud.

He awoke hours later and felt perfect, as if no one could touch him. He stood up from bed and took a look around. It was as if he was seeing the world for the first time. Different colors and swirls were everywhere and he knew he was looking at pure magic in its rawest form.

Madam Pomfrey came bustling out and shrieked when she found him out of bed, thus awaking everyone who was snoozing by his bed.

"What are you doing up Mr. Potter!" she yelled at him.

"I feel perfect, I feel…." Harry stopped himself before he said too much. He learned long ago that ears where everywhere.

She was glaring at him and Harry thought he should be cringing, but this power, this authority that he felt had kept his gaze straight and serene and looked back into her eyes.

Suddenly time slowed down and he was looking into her thoughts, her memories, visions of a young girl walking up to the sorting hat looking terribly frightened.

Harry snapped himself out of it and the connection broke. He understood now, he had Dumbledore's knowledge, power and memories. Not all of his memories but many important ones.

They where all whirling around in his mind and he got slightly dizzy. He looked around with wide eyes as these visions of his headmaster passed by his eyes, visions of Dumbledore twirling and disappearing and reappearing and shooting off hexes and curses left and right, visions of Dumbledore watching Harry when Harry least expected him to be, feeling the emotion Dumbledore felt when he took one look at Harry.

Harry knew in an instant but he didn't understand how he knew. But now he knew that Dumbledore loved him, loved him like the son he never had, like the grandson he never had. Dumbledore was proud of him, always, even when Harry was thrashing and flipping over tables in his office Dumbledore could only feel shame and sorrow. And love.

Harry never understood before but now it was clear.

Everybody seeing his wide eyes and fear etched across his face slowly came closer to him. Harry broke down instantly, the emotions, the emotions he thought he would never receive were flooding into him and he couldn't stop it. He didn't know if he wanted to if he could.

Harry screamed and with this scream Fawkes who was still on Harry's bed trilled with him. Suddenly the school was shaking and Harry couldn't stop him self. He didn't want to stop himself. This was building ever since he was a year old and he always convinced himself that bottling up his emotion was the only thing to do.

Harry could count on his fingers the only times he let it all out. Let anyone and everyone see his pain and he couldn't stop, as if something inside him just couldn't take it anymore and snapped.

The school although shaking wasn't in any danger. He knew, how he knew he had no idea but he knew. His rage at Voldemort, at Snivellus, at everyone that took everything away from him was released and focused so tightly he felt it constrict his heart.

Everyone was staring at him with wide anxious eyes having no idea what was going on. Then it all stopped and Harry stood up and looked at them with haunted eyes that broke their hearts in two. The pure emotion in his gaze scared his friends, and then it was gone.

Harry searched these new memories for anything on Occlumency and felt as if books and books were being read before his very eyes. He brought up his shield which took little power and felt a serene sense of calm fall over him.

He looked at them again and said slowly and calmly, "Sorry."

Madam Pomfrey who was staring at Harry with an open mouth and wide eyes simply nodded and performed a diagnostic charm over his body.

"Your healed, how do you feel?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"I feel, I don't know, but I don't hurt." Harry replied.

Madam Pomfrey continued to stare at him and asked, "Please stay at least until the end of the week."

Harry nodded numbly and got back into bed, his group of friends crowding around him.

"Harry, are you okay?" Someone asked. It was Hermione, he figured.

"Yeah, okay." Harry replied numbly staring at the ceiling.

Then suddenly he sat bolt up and stared at Fawkes.

"Why didn't he tell me Fawkes, why?" Harry asked Fawkes as peacefully as he could manage.

Fawkes trilled slow morose sounds in reply that no one but Harry understood.

"Oh," Harry said slowly.

To everyone in the room, this one single word conveyed hurt and pain like none of them could imagine. The Harry they knew suddenly seemed like that little ten year old boy that was locked in a cupboard under the stairs.

Harry got back into bed and without saying another word fell asleep, dreams full of dueling wizards and phoenix cry was all he heard and saw.

Everyone watched as Harry fell asleep peacefully; they all turned and looked at each other, then to Madam Pomfrey who had her gaze only on Harry, for an explanation.

Lilliana didn't know what to think, she hadn't known Harry a long time, but he was incredibly nice to her, always helping her when she needed it, and simple things such as asking how she was at breakfast. He made it a point to be friendly to her, not because he had to but because he wanted to.

Ginny was confused, the love of her life just got up, screamed, and made the castle shake, look at them and fell asleep. She didn't know what to think of it all. Especially the way he talked to the phoenix as if he could understand it. It was just too confusing.

Ron was a little scared at how Harry acted but he was to confused and just sat down to think.

Hermione had a thoughtful look on her face. She was just as confused and scared as everyone else, but she was trying to make sense of it all.

Harry Potter woke up later in the evening to muffled sobs. Suddenly he was up and alert, his wand flying from the side table to his hand.

"What's happened?" Harry said, his voice crackling with power.

Lilliana had her head down on Hermione's shoulder, and Hermione looked as if she was having trouble controlling her emotions as well.

"There was an attack, there clearing it all up now…." Hermione replied.

"It was Snape, he, well he and a group of Death Eaters went around and attacked Muggleborn houses, and well, Lilliana's mother didn't make it." Hermione finished while Lilliana sobbed harder.

Harry felt a fire build in him. He turned Lilliana so she could look at him. He wiped her tears and gave her a hug, then looked at her again and asked her, "Where were they last seen."

Hermione without thinking answered the name of some random village. Harry quickly turned to Fawkes and asked if he knew where it was, Fawkes trilled with an affirmative sound.

Harry turned to look at them and said simply, "Stay here."

Fawkes flew over to Harry's shoulder and at the same instant he flashed away he heard the protests and screams of his friends.

Harry didn't know what he was expecting but the destruction that met his eyes scared him. There was still a battle raging but he couldn't find Snape anywhere. Harry gave up his search and started walking down the alley way as if he hadn't a care in the world, where Hit Wizards and residents were dueling Death Eaters left and right.

He stopped in the middle of the group and decided no one else was going to get killed.

He turned on the spot and disappeared and reappeared in an instant behind two Death Eater's that were attacking a family of four behind some building.

Harry shouted with all the rage he could pour into the curse, "SECTUMSEMPRA!"

Both Death Eaters crumbled, an arm falling from one, a leg from the other.

He disappeared again with a silent pop and reappeared on the other side of the area, in front of another four Death Eaters.

Harry silently cast simple reducter curses at the Death Eaters and watched with pleasure as they crumbled instantly.

Harry looked around, and found the last band of Death Eaters, only two of them. They were hanging two young girls by their ankles.

Hatred and fury coursed through his veins and he popped away again appearing before the two Death Eaters who dropped the children.

Harry conjured soft mats for them to fall on and blasted one of the Death Eaters away with an Expelliarmus. The second one though was going to know how it felt.

"Levicorpus!" Harry thought with all his might.

The man was suddenly upside down being suspended by his ankle just like the two younger girls were seconds before.

The younger girl looked at him in fear and awe and then to the guy.

She suddenly burst out laughing at the position the Death Eater was, flailing his limbs around begging to be released.

"No mercy for Voldemort and his followers," Harry said very quietly, but even as soft and quiet as it was everyone on the street heard and it dared not question it.

He dropped the man and instantly bound him in ropes and added a jinx to make sure he wouldn't Disapparate.

Harry then called out to Fawkes and in an instant he was back in the Hospital Wing looking at his friends.

He knew they were mad at him and he could understand why. He didn't understand what drove him to go there. But he had to, he had to make a mark and make them fear hurting anyone. He knew he probably killed seven people just now but he didn't care, it was worth it.

He held Lilliana in his arms because she ran to him first and he told her soothingly in her ear, "They won't be hurting anyone ever again."

She sniffled and looked at him, then said, "She was the only person I had, my daddy died when I was young and I have no aunties or uncles or anything. What am I going to do!"

Harry held her softly still, letting her get it all out, then softly replied, "Don't worry about that now, we won't let anything happen to you."

Harry picked her up and led her to a bed and laid her down, tucked her in and asked Madam Pomfrey for some dreamless sleep potion.

Madam Pomfrey obliged and soon Lilliana was sleeping peacefully. Harry never truly understood how young she was, she was only eleven for Merlin's sake.

Harry sat in a chair by her bed, and soon all his friends surrounded the area.

Hermione was the first to ask in a hushed whisper, "What happened Harry? Where did you go?"

Harry answered while his eyes never left Lilliana, "I went to where the Death Eaters were, and there all down now. Some permanently."

They all stared at him in shock. Harry finally took his eyes off of Lilliana and looked at them, then replied, "I'm sick of it, I'm sick of taking precautions when they fight to the death. There will be no more mercy."

He knew he was being slightly harsh to his friends but he needed them to understand, that it was time to fight fire with fire and he wouldn't back down anymore. No, the young naive Harry Potter was no more, now he knew what to do.

The next morning Lilliana was a bit calmer but still quite shaken up. She was clinging to Harry's side as if letting go would kill her. Harry didn't mind one bit, he would do anything to help anyone who needed it and she needed him right now.

Lilliana was still fretting about where she was going to go and an idea formulating in Harry's mind.

"Lilliana," He shook her gently to get her attention.

Once she was looking at him he started talking, "Don't worry about where you're going to go, I'll take care of it, you will go where ever you want to."

She said instantly, "But I want to stay with you, I have no were else to go,"

She started crying again and Harry didn't know what to do but rub her back. He couldn't let her come with him, he would be in extreme danger, he would be looking for the shattered pieces of Voldemort's soul. How could he let this innocent child get caught up in it?

But he promised her, he told her where ever she wanted to go, she could go and Harry would not be breaking any promises.

"Okay," Harry said in a voice that soothed and comforted the crying child and she finally fell asleep cuddled up next to him.

While Lilliana was sleeping peacefully for the first time without potion since her mother died. Harry beckoned his friends over.

When he had there attention he started with his plan, "Okay, I know this will seem like a shock to you and everything, but for the first time I've realized the mistakes I've made by pushing people away. I want you all to stay with me, if you can that is." Harry added quickly taking a peek at Ginny.

There quite talk was suddenly interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"There you are Harry." She said slowly and warily, as if this conversation was costing her something.

"Hello Professor," Harry replied smiling grimly to the new Headmistress.

"Harry, in about two hours I'm going to need you to come up to my office, Dumbledore's will needs to be read and your apart of it. Your friends can come to." The Headmistress said.

"I'll be there professor, thank you for letting me know." Harry replied.

Two hours later saw Harry walking up to the Headmistress's office, Lilliana clutched to his hip and his friends trailing behind.

With a wave to the stone gargoyle it permitted them entrance to the spiraling stair case. Harry tuned out his friends starts of surprise to how he could just open password sealed doors with the wave of his hand and ascended the stairs with Lilliana clutching to him in fear.

Harry knocked on the door then let himself in. Once all his friends were sitting he sat down himself and looked over to the Headmistress and waited.

Mad-Eye Moody walked in, his leg clunking with every step. Then sat down next to Harry.

Harry gave a slight nod to Moody to acknowledge him. Then Professor McGonagall started.

She looked towards Lilliana and looked to Harry.

"She stays. She's trustworthy." Harry said quietly.

He thought he heard Moody say something but an instant later it was forgotten.

"Well, this is how it is. Dumbledore doesn't necessarily have a will on paper but he left two notes for each of you, and then told me what to do with his property." Continued the Headmistress.

Harry took Dumbledore's letter and held it in his hand, waiting for McGonagall to continue.

"Albus wanted to split his vault with you Harry, and the Order of the Phoenix to continue paying for this war."

Harry interrupted her before she could continue. "I don't want the money; give it all to the Order."

"If that's what you wish Harry, but Albus also wanted you to have any of his possessions which are all here in this office. Would you like to look around?" The Professor replied.

"Yes," Harry replied shortly, standing up and walking over to Dumbledore's cabinet. He knew Dumbledore wanted him to have his Pensieve and all those memories he showed him.

He took it out and grabbed all the memories also and put it into one of Dumbledore's rucksacks. He looked inside the cabinet and found a pair of Dumbledore's purple socks. It made him want to laugh hysterically and cry for days. He took them and put them inside the bag then sat back down.

He opened his letter silently and read:

Dear Harry,


If you are reading this letter then I am no longer among the living. Do not fret my dear boy, as I've always said, death is but the next great adventure. I'm not sure if you know this already Harry, but I love you. You have surpassed any and everybody in my heart and I hope I let you know that before I passed. Also when you come to the age of eight teen you will take over the Potter family vault. Again I'm not sure if you already know this but just incase I thought I should tell you. I'm afraid I have to tell you something I've kept from you until you were of age. But you are the only living Heir of Godric Gryffindor himself. So rightfully the sword is yours, as is the ring. If you do not know about the ring ask Professor McGonagall. If she is with me among the deceased, then go to Hagrid.

Just know Harry, that no matter what you do, what ever happens, I will always be proud of you, and I will always love you.

P.S. Tell Fawkes I said goodbye, I hope he keeps you good company.

Harry sat there numbly for what seemed like ages, which in reality was only a few minutes.

Harry got up and walked to Godric's sword and stared at it for a moment. Then took it out of its case and put it around is waist.

Harry pulled the sword from its scabbard and turned it over in the light. The sword felt funny in his hand, it felt as if it was made for him. Like it was waiting for him to hold it and claim it as his own.

Harry pulled the very tip of the handle but wasn't surprised when it slid off revealing a wand stuck to it with a golden band around the wand with a red ruby centered in the middle.

Harry looked at the wand and knew at once it belonged to his ancestor, Godric. He took the ring and put it on his finger.

But Harry didn't know if this was the wisest decision because as soon as he did he glowed bright gold and red, then out of thin air Godric Gryffindor stepped out of Harry's body and stood before him.

Everyone in the room was staring at the two of them in shock, no one moving, or breathing.

Then Godric looked at Harry with intense satisfaction and said, "My son,"

Harry didn't know what compelled him to but he got on one knee and said, "Grandfather,"

"Rise my son, I've a lot to tell you but very little time," Godric said.

Harry rose and looked at his grandfather from centuries ago and spoke, "Yes, sir?"

"You know the powers that have been granted to you my son, as the phoenix and this ring connect with you, you will know what to do. There is a great evil on this world. Do what you can and nothing more. Your family loves you Harry, and they are very proud of you. Goodbye son, don't forget to live your life." Then suddenly Godric disappeared into mist and was gone.

He noticed a change. His power felt different, he didn't know if it could be any stronger then it already was but he didn't think about it. Gryffindor's ring woke up all this raw power that was just coursing through him since Fawkes became his familiar, and somehow while strengthening the power, it also controlled it more then Harry could.

He turned to look at everyone, they all wore shocked expressions but were soon back to their normal faces as everything calmed down. Harry bowed his head to McGonagall and said, "Headmistress."

As he was walking towards the door however Moody stopped him, "Potter, how would you like to co-lead the Order with me?"

Harry stopped in his tracks and just looked at the door. Then turned and said, "Why?"

Moody replied with both his eyes locked onto Harry's, "Because it's what Dumbledore wanted incase of his death. He said you knew more about Voldemort then any of us, And I for one don't want to be the only person to lead the Order."

Harry gave a brief nod to Moody and said, "Okay, as long as everyone here can join."

When Moody nodded to him he turned and looked at the door again, then silently opened it and kept walking through.

Once they were back in the Hospital Wing, Harry was confronted by his friends wanting to know what was going on. Harry thought the truth would be the best answer and sat them all down.

"Fawkes has chosen me to bond with, and while I'm not completely sure what that means, I know I do have Dumbledore's power. His knowledge and some of his memories." Harry told the group as a whole.

Hermione seemed a little put out by this. Harry quickly seeing this added, "It wasn't my idea Hermione, and you know what I have to do."

She nodded and looked down a bit as if she was ashamed of how she acted.

"But that still doesn't explain what happened with Gryffindor." Ron put in looking at Harry for an explanation.

"I'm Godric Gryffindor's Heir. I don't know exactly what to think of it actually. It makes sense now though, Godric's Heir against Salazar's Heir." Harry replied looking out in the distance.

"I feel so different but so much the same. I don't know how to respond to all this. I don't know what to do. But then again, I do know what to do. Does that make sense?" Harry asked.

"No not really…." Hermione replied.

Ginny got up and came over to him giving him a hard hug and whispered in his ear, "Everything will work out, I know it will."

He smiled at her and replied, "Thanks Ginny," Then gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Harry turned and looked out towards the window were the sun was setting. It was beautiful and peaceful all at the same time. Hermione stood to his right, Lilliana gripping him from the left. Ginny hugged him from behind and Ron put his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry never felt more gratitude then in this one moment.