Taking in his surroundings he saw what he had prepared from the other side. A single ghostflower blooming in ethereal silver, untouched by the storm of magic that had wrecked the forest clearing. Checking his coin with the stylized overlapping Ps he saw the last message 'plan is green – Luna'.

He stepped closer, conjured a simple iron dagger and slashed his palm, feeding the flower a small stream of his blood. At once the bloom turned to a dark crimson, spreading along the vines, pulsing with blood magics. The buds on the corpses released a puff of white dust, the souls bound to the bodies being released onto their final judgement. Then they too bloomed into crimson Amaryllis, withering the corpses to dust, extracting all the remaining energy from the dead flesh. Left behind where skeletons covered in a sea of flowers.

In the great hall the growth caused a short panic, trying to cut the flowers down, before the defenders realised that every body had its wounds closing, bruises healing, blood being replenished.

Harry left the forest behind walking the same path Voldemort had taken. The path to the castle, whilst now seeming to be a sight of natural beauty, spoke of so much senseless death. The craters instead spoke of some very angry Weasleys. In the east the first tendrils of sunlight reminded him of the first line of the poem's death had used to anchor his new powers. For all of Death's "I'm above worldly concern" he sometimes gave of severe teenage emo vibes. Poetry… Ok. It's a nice mental help to remember stuff… but why did it have to be german.

He heaved a sigh, at least it wasn't some obscure mayan text nobody could read or pronounce. Even Parsletounge would have been nice, but apparently 'that's for healing only young man'. No wonder Voldemort never cast anything in his ancestor's language and merely used it to look cool in front of his followers. At least he had gotten quite proficient in the few used languages. His memory having received a nice boost or as Death waxed on "the marvel index of a mind forever".

"Well nothin' ventured nothin' gained." Concentrating on the flow of power and his connection to Death he took a deep breath and intoned the necromantic incantation to raise "Harry's little helpers" as his dogfather had dubbed them. (He was sooo gonna make him fetch a bone next time he saw him.)

"Wie an dem Tag, der dich der Welt verliehen
die Sonne stand zum Gruße der Planeten"
(„As on the day, you were brought into this world,
the sun stood/rose to greet the planets")

Centred on his body a wave of photonegative energy streamed over the skeletons. The magic weaved them together, melting down the bones and reforming them into strong pearl white hulks. The black vines covering them turned into the glue that kept them together, now more like black veins, pumping negative energy. From the yellowish bones of the giants' armour, spears and shield were created. 150 elite Skeleton Knights formed his army, their eye sockets sporting dark green flamewisps.

The doors to the great hall burst open after Bellatrix' fourth dark bombing curse. She was honestly quite miffed. Before suffering the years in Askaban she would have pulverized these itty bitty doors in one go. At least the frightened faces of these mudbloods and blood traitors warmed her heart. She idly wondered who she'd get to Crucio first, when her masters lovely sibilant voice enhanced by a Sonorus interrupted her thoughts.

"Bella, show them our little souvenir"

"Gladly my lord" oh wasn't he dreamy. "Hello there filth, guess who his lordship killed, guess who his lordship kiiiilled" she singsanged to her cornered victims, the longest piece of the holly wand dangling from her fingers.

"Looky here, it's baby Potty's little wand, so sad I stepped on it" she threw the pieces towards them, wiping a fake tear from her eyes.

Oh, now they were really frightened. The pain in their eyes filling her with unbridled glee.

A murmur went through the hall. It couldn't be real. Where was Harry's body. They couldn't possibly stand against the Dark Lord without him.

"SILENCE" Voldemort's voice echoed through the rafters. He glided to the front. (excerpts from DHp2) "Harry Potter is dead, from this day forth you put your faith in… me." He turned towards his followers "Harry Potter is dead" And they all laughed (because when your lord laughs you laugh… or else.) "and now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us…. Or die"

From behind the mass of frightened school children came Draco Malfoy, his hair still in disarray, ashstains on his cheeks and clothes. Many giving him disbelieving looks.
"Ah young Draco… come, come"

Draco knelt before him, Nagini slithering up beside her master. He kissed the hem of his 'master's' robes. "My lord I have found the item."

"Well done indeed. Present it to me, so I may reward you." He raised his voice "as I reward all those loyal to our cause."

Draco pulled the tiara from inside his jacket, raising it towards the Dark Lord. Too late came the hiss from Nagini -Augustus Rookwood who could see through illusions (and cursed to be orange) shouting at the same time- "It'sss a trap".

Voldemort's eyes widened in panic, as the tiara turned into a frighteningly familiar fang. Before he could even raise his wand, the fang penetrated Nagini's skull, the Dark Lord stumbling in pain, as black smoke rose from the snake and dispersing with a shrill wail.

Draco grinned, giving a two-fingered salute before touching his pendant he'd received precisely for this mission and activating the portkey "Potter's Praetorians" and with a flash of colour he was gone and pandemonium erupted. Bellatrix the first to fire curses into the masses. A whole barrage from the furious death eaters following right behind.

Jaws hit the floor, when the multitude of curses simply sailed through the students. This was no simple illusion… this was the room of requirement. Linked to the front doors, who would ever guess, that they are actually on the seventh floor of the castle.

One after another the students and teachers disappeared. The corpses lined up on the floor vanished revealing six pedestals with a snake plush toy, a blackened tiara, the punctured cup of Hufflepuff, a tattered diary, a signet ring missing its stone and the pendant of Slytherin, which was neatly split in half.

In the rafters a banner unfolded, large black printed letters reading 'Harry's Hogwarts Horcrux Destruction Team 1998 presents: Mortality*' underneath in chickenscratch '*PS: I was one, so I guess you helped Tom'.

The incredibly frustrated shout of "POTTER!" was music to the defenders' ears, and could easily be heard to Hogsmeade.

Another banner unfolded beneath the first "PPS: we named him Herbert".

"Who's Herbert?" One Thorfinn Rowle asked, before promptly making an acquaintance with Herbert's dragon breath. The Ex-Gringotts 'employee' … 'associate' … ok slave(!) had taken quite a liking to the golden trio (Who were the first beings to ever ask 'How's Herbert' and was all too happy to be placed in a nice hoard of his own in a very special configuration of The Room, that hat just opened up for his big reveal. As to the question 'Why Herbert?'… because according to one kind prat called Harry Potter "Herbert is proper dragon name, who's a good boy, hmm who's a good boy Herbert?".

Only Voldemort and maybe 15 others, including Bellatrix managed to turn into their signature smokeflight-spell and flee into the courtyard, the rest turning into fresh dragon BBQ.

*here plays "Oh Death" – Jen Titus*

In front of the army of death, Harry marched as fast as he could towards Hogwarts main entrance. Halfway across the bridge he saw Herbert's flames billowing out the entrance of the great hall and knew the plan was a success and Death had collected another soulshard.

Seeing streaks of smoke crashing outside he accelerated. His knights took their positions around the whole group boxing them in. Their shields raised they raised a magic barrier.
Harry, having turned invisible, closed the distance to the easily recognisable form of Voldemort.

Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me

He opened his bleary eyes, still stinging from the acrid smoke of dragonfire. "Who the hell are you, is that you Lucius?" he coughed, noticing the white hair.

Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell

"Try again Tom" came the old familiar voice.

He tried to scramble away, screw dignity, the little pisser just wouldn't die and he was done with this shit. Only problem… he couldn't move, he tried to scream, but he was already cursed silent.

I'll fix your feet till you can't walk
I'll lock your jaw till you can't talk

His heart hammered in his chest, the stolen blood, burning under his skin, as Potter came closer and closer to him.
Harry raised his left hand and laid it over Tom Marvolo Riddle's eyes.

Some spectators had gathered by now on the balconies, watching on in unbelieve as a group of skeletal monstrosities slaughtered the few surviving death eaters.

I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold

A cold worse than every Dementor gathered in one place permeated his last sliver of soul. As the supposedly worst Dark Lord's corpse slumped to the floor, his soul united in Death's realm. And Voldemort knew pain, he would know this pain till he regretted to ever fly from death.

To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim

Loosing a sigh of relief, Harry stood back from the corpse. His knights lowered their shields and took a knee, paving a way towards his home. "You know Tommy, you really shoud have read the 'Evil Overlord List' ...you only gloat when your enemy is dead"

Those with a Gryffindor's bravery rushed out to meet their saviour, keeping an eye on the splendid but creepy knights in suspicion. He turned to them spying who he'd longed to see, finally free of the burden that had chained his life since he was barely over a year old, he sported his trademark crooked smile.

"Hey honey, I'm home"