Chapter Twenty

Eyes of Those Who Do Not Pass

Harry felt a bit disoriented. This wasn't an easy thing to deal with. He couldn't believe how fast that was. Now he had to find it. He had to find what could not be seen by mortal eyes. Looking at Voldemort it was clear. His body and soul were completely different. The soul looked more human and normal than that horrible body ever could. It seemed almost as if the body was trying to stretch itself to fit the soul.

Seeing it was time to react to Voldemort's happy cries he began shooting spells at the self proclaimed Dark Lord. His spells would do damage but heal. He couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong. It seemed like all his efforts were in vain. He needed a stronger plan for this to work.

Serena was watching the event with a happiness in her eyes that could never be taken away it seemed. Harry should be dead, but instead, she knew he was the one sending spells at Voldemort even if no one could see him. She smiled happily as she watched Voldemort try to avoid a spell when he had no idea where they were coming from.

She looked down at Harry's body, and her smile broadened. The rings were both glowing. Gryffindor's was glowing from scarlet to blue, while Slytherin's was going from scarlet to emerald, emerald to blue. She knew he was using all the power of the rings, as well as all the power he could in his condition.

He is bloody brilliant! Ron thought to them.

Still has a bit of a big head though. Serena thought, with her smile still strongly in place.

If that ever changes after this, it will be a miracle! Hermione said.

Though none of the three spoke the words, they all knew the truth. Harry had found the answer to how to defeat Voldemort, and it was only a matter of time.

The battle continued inside the Manor, as though no one had the strength to face what they had just heard. They all expected Harry to come out of the door any minute, smiling arrogantly and fight hundreds of Death Eaters on his own. The battle was made more difficult by the close quarters now presented to them.

Hagrid was the only one who seemed to be comfortable. He would casually walk up to a group of Death Eaters and unleash a fury no one had expected of him. He sent bodies flying in various directions, some landing with a squishing thud, while others met walls with sickening cracks. No one envied the men the deaths they had faced at the hands of the furious half giant.

Remus was acting much the same way. Using his werewolf strength to fight with his hands, and the anger at what he had heard to fuel his spells, he seemed to be more dangerous than Harry would ever be. Casually shrugging off spells that were of little strength, and dodging some of the more powerful spells, every Death Eater that faced Remus shook as they saw the red glare from his eyes, and the fury within them.

Dumbledore felt a weight on him that caused his fight to be as furious as Hagrid and Remus, though for different reasons. He felt responsible for Harry's death. He kept thinking he might as well had led the boy into the room by the hand. This pain was as strong for the spells he was using as the other's fury was for them. His only thought was that even if he died, he would fight to stop as many as possible, so that Harry's death would not have been in vain.

Harry knew the rings were working as fast as possible to figure out a plan, as well as he was. He knew he had to keep Voldemort busy or else he would start killing his friends, both in this room and the others. He kept sending spells and moving around Voldemort, who was becoming so crazed he could do nothing but send spells at the places where Harry's spells originated. Slytherin's ring whispered to him and he knew the answer.

"The spirits of the two will become the weapon."

Harry flew back into his body but didn't move, didn't speak, and definitely didn't breathe. He only thought of the spell that was needed and hoped it would work wordlessly. He felt that it had when his hands closed on two cold metallic items. This was what he had been waiting for. Quickly he jumped back out of his body before Voldemort had noticed the swords in his hands.

Standing back in this bizarre world he had grown so used to, he felt his hands still closed on two weapons. He smiled quickly and lunged at Voldemort, who could see nothing, but his eyes widened as he noticed the swords in the hands of the dead Harry Potter. He started a spell aimed at Harry's body, but was too late. Before Voldemort had finished saying the spell, he felt a pain unknown to any man.

Harry plunged Gryffindor's sword into the stomach of Voldemort. Leaving it there, he grasped Slytherin's sword with both hands and swung heavily at Voldemort's neck. What made this even more powerful was that when he did so in spirit, the swords did so to Voldemort's body.

Harry quickly jumped back into his body and rose off the ground. Stretching his neck and arms, he waved his hands lazily and his friends were released from their chains. Serena ran to him and hugged him tightly, while Ron was patting him on the back and Hermione was smiling at him warmly.

"I love you Harry." Serena said, before kissing him tightly on the lips.

When their kiss broke Harry smiled at her. "I love you too." He said. "But now is not the time. There is a fight outside those doors, and another at Hogwarts. Time to get to work." Separating from her he walked over to the body that was once Voldemort and removed both swords. "To make sure no one ever finds a way to bring you back again, a little present." He said as he waved his hand. The body and head of Voldemort seemed to melt and disappear. Nodding to himself he looked at his friends and smiled. "Let's go tie up the loose ends."

"Agreed." The three said to him firmly.

The battle raged on in the entrance hall. Remus was fighting with all his strength, and giving a hell of a fight. Hagrid was still throwing people from place to place. Dumbledore was using any spell that came to mind with tears in his eyes. Everyone had the same thought in them however, none of them cared about the war, but that Harry was dead. This was what sustained them, until they heard a voice from the doorway.

"The sentiment of wanting me alive is great guys, but we need to finish this quickly." Harry said. "The students of Hogwarts will need our help. I say we give these guys a hand."

"Agreed!" Serena, Hermione and Ron answered.

Harry was wielding the two swords Dumbledore knew well. A smile spread across his face at what seeing the four alive meant. This was quickly replaced by what Harry has said. "What is happening at Hogwarts?"

"No time to explain, sir." Harry said. "Lets just kick the shit outta these guys and then haul ass."

"I'm wih' yeh Harry!" Hagrid called to him and began to fight even harder.

Harry smiled. "Lets show them what happens when you mess with the Marauders!" He said, looking at Hermione he raised an eyebrow. "Did you forget your bow?"

"I don't know how to get it." Hermione said.

"Just think about it." Harry said before running into the fray himself. Hermione thought of the bow and it appeared in her hands. Smiling she joined the battle as well, just before Ron and Serena looked at each other with eyebrows raised.

"We'll have to ask about this later." Serena said.

"Definitely." Ron said, and they both joined in the battle, seeing its end quickly.

Neville and Ginny were finding it difficult to fight this battle. It seemed that they were completely outmatched. Only half of the DA was fighting, the rest was protecting the younger children in the school. Ginny counted the odds at ten to one, and the students weren't the strongest fighters there were, as most of them were not DA members. Just when they were beginning to loose hope, they heard the voice that gave the sign of an easy battle.

"Your master is DEAD!" Harry screamed at the Death Eaters. "Leave and live. Stay and die. Your choice."

The Death Eaters, not believing Harry, continued the attack. Harry shook his head and looked at Hagrid. "Some mother fuckers always wanna ice skate uphill. Lets teach 'em a lesson, shall we?" He said.

"Aye, Let's show 'em a few things." Hagrid said as Harry's eyes became black again.

Harry, raising his swords, jumped quickly into the battle with Hagrid at his side. He moved the swords with the deadly precision he had before. Watching as his enemies fell in pools of their own and their friends blood. Harry occasionally glanced at Hagrid, wincing as he thought of the pain those that attacked the large man were facing. Thinking of their odd mix of bravery and stupidity, he suddenly felt sorry for them.

He knew the way to control his power now. In this battle, he used that knowledge well. Drawing the magic that was around him, instead of using the magic inside him, he felt a strength he had never had before. With a quick thought to Ginny and Neville to evacuate everyone who wasn't in the DA, He pushed the power he drew from the air itself into his friends, making every one of them a force unknown to anyone, even Dumbledore. As Harry saw everything slow down again, he knew he was using the full amount of power that he could, and used it against any Death Eater in the range of his swords and spells.

Serena felt the now familiar power flood through her, but this time it did not tire her out. Instead it made her feel stronger. She heard the spells to use and began letting them escape her lips without thinking of them, but their targets. Watching as the wounds that were once near fatal, was shocked as bodies were nearly ripped in half as they were hit. She agreed with the thought Harry had before leaving the Manor. None of the six would stop until they were sure that no one would be able to take Voldemort's place.

Hermione, who was near Serena, was using her bow to shoot spells at the Death Eaters quicker than she had even imagined was possible. It seemed as soon as she pulled the cord back, the bow knew the spell to use and sent it flying forward as she released the cord. She stood strongly, feeling power flow into her from Harry as well as the bow, and knew this was going to be their strongest fight. She was attacking Death Eaters at a speed rivaled only by Harry and Serena, who were using the spells that were in Parseltongue.

Ron was fighting beside Dumbledore and Remus. His spells were quick and deadly, though no one could tell what spells they were. Ron suspected they were being created by Harry as they came to his mind. Ron paid that no mind, only attacking the Death Eaters. He watched every spell, making sure it hit his target. It was when he saw the army diminish severely that he felt it.

It seemed as if all six of them were no longer separate people, but six parts of one mind working to save everything they loved in the world. None of them considered this strange, however. They instead used it all to their advantage. None of them could tell the difference between the others as Harry swung his swords, Hermione shot her bow, Serena and Ron shot spells of Harry's creation, Neville and Ginny using spells they had taught the DA.

They were all doing this. Their magic was in every spell, every attack, and they all knew that is was only making the battle easier. When they had found that only one Death Eater stood standing, everyone stared in shock at how quickly all of them acted in unison. Serena, Ginny, Ron, and Neville all shouted different spells, while Harry threw both swords aimed at the Death Eaters chest, and Hermione shot her final spell from her bow. The Death Eater was hit with such force from different angles, with such violent spells as well as the swords, that his body was literally ripped to pieces.

It was only then that Harry's eyes became green again, and he watched as the other's eyes changed back to normal as well. The war was over. They had won, and they were free! They all thought the same thing. No more fighting, no more war, just peace. Everything would be alright now. Voldemort was dead, Harry was alive, and the only thing left to do was celebrate.