Harry Potter and the Scars of Time
By: Krystal Lily Potter
Chapter 27: One Must Die…
Rating: AA (which means, around here, 14 and up)
Couples: HP/HG, KB/RW/LL, NL/GW/DM, GW/DM/EM
Summary: Harry's last year at Hogwarts has finally come but that doesn't mean things will be any easier for him. After last year's horrifying events the school things that nothing worse could happen. They were all wrong. The prophecy resurfaces and is dangling in front of Harry, held up by the pain from the past, quite literally. As the world is slowly being morphed outside of the safety of Hogwarts the people inside it are finding out that they cannot hide for much longer and that time is as much their best friend now as it is their worst enemy. What is a person supposed to do when they know they have to face the most evil wizard in history and if they're killed then the rest of the world, magic and muggle is doomed?
Warning: More violence then last time. .
Heed this warning if you don't like death: there will be A LOT more deaths of characters you recognise from JKRs books and some original ones. If you thought I was cruel and brutal in the prequel to this then I don't know what you're going to think of me after reading this story.
Sequel to Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
NOTE: ALL FLASHBACKS (which there are many of) are in italics…and most of themare not separated by lines like they normally are.
"Voldemort himself created his worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back!"
-Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
His blood pounded heavily and he heard ringing in his ears. Out of breath and looking terrible exhausted Harry ran around the bodies and the remaining fighters, past Hagrid and Grawp, by the merpeople and centaurs and back into the clearing where he had left Dumbledore's body. Something inside of him told him to go back there.
When Harry appeared in the field the first thing his eyes landed on was the body of Draco Malfoy. He felt a large lump appear in his throat at the sight of the boy's lifeless silver eyes. The boy might have been a traitor but he shouldn't have been killed like that, he was only young, there had still been hope for him. Then he looked at Snape and guilt flooded him. He had brutally killed the man when he simply could have stunned him or something similar like that. Finally he looked over where he knew Dumbledore's body would be laying.
The second he looked over in that direction his blood started to boil with anger and his eyes narrowed slightly. A feeling of hate rose in his throat and he felt like reaching for his was and firing as many killing curses as he could manage.
Standing in front of him was the Lord of Darkness himself, Tom Riddle…Lord Voldemort. He could stand the sight of the monster with ease now but it was not simply his presence that made Harry so angry.
The Dark Lord had his arms crossed in front of him and he was staring at Harry with an evil smirk, one foot standing on the ground, the other resting on top of Dumbledore's head.
"Don't touch him!" Harry growled viciously.
Voldemort smirked even more and stepped over the dead boy of his long time enemy as if he was a simple stone on the ground. Harry's anger bubbled even more as Voldemort said, "This seems familiar doesn't it Harry?"
Voldemort, standing in his newly created body, surrounded by his few loyal Death Eaters walked over to the body of Cedric Diggory. He used his foot on Cedric's face to move it slightly and said, "Shame, he was such a hansom boy."
"Don't touch him!" Harry yelled from the place where the statue held him to the tomb of Tom Riddle Senior.
Glaring at the creature in front of him Harry said nothing. Voldemort started to pace back and forth with his vision never once leaving Harry's. He chuckled menacingly and said, "Yes the Diggory boy, I took much pleasure in killing him."
Harry's mind reeled in shock when he realized what Voldemort was attempting to do. He was trying to make him angry and blindly attack him. The question was…why?
Voldemort seemed to catch his thoughts, not matter how hard he tried to hide them. His grin never faltered at Harry's revelation and he said, "Your Mudblood girlfriend is here isn't she? Oh don't worry (Harry's eyes had widened in panic) she's fine…for now."
"Don't touch her," Harry's voice came out just short from a whisper, "Don't even THINK of going after her?"
"Or what Harry?" Voldemort asked as if he was talking to a five year old who had just told him that the world was made of rainbows and chocolate bunnies, "you'll attack me? Kill me perhaps…just like you did Severus no doubt hmmm?"
"I hate you for this," Harry whispered before pointing his wand at Snape, "Consider this mercy." For the first time in his life Harry whispered the words 'Avada Kedavra' and Snape's body fell to the ground just like Dumbledore's had.
"We're so much alike, you and I. Both of us growing up in the Muggle World with powerful heritages, both constantly watched by Dumbledore and manipulated to his will, both very powerful, yes Potter I have no problem admitting that you are very strong, both of us destined for greatness in one way or another…"
Harry had heard all of this before in the Chamber of Secrets when Tom Riddle had spoken to him, that's when it occurred to him that Voldemort had no knowledge of this conversation, nor of the events that conspired in the hidden room back in his second year.
"Both with everything to gain and everything to lose," Harry said suddenly, "we even look alike…well at least that's what Tom said when I met him. Did Lucius tell you about the journal and how he had given it to Ginny Weasley? No one died that time though and your precious diary and basilisk are dead. That's another thing we have in common…we're both parselmouths, interesting isn't it?"
Voldemort gave what Harry would say is the closest thing he would ever give to a surprised look, then, an evil thought passed through the Dark Lord's mind.
"You don't say…that's the mark of an evil wizard Harry. A mark that shows your destiny…"
"It's doesn't matter how we're born, but what we grow to be."
"The wise words of Dumbledore," Voldemort hissed angrily and raised his wand, "I too gave Dumbledore words of advice. Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite and spite spawns lies. You have the anger and hatred in you to become great like me, many people have already told lies about you, even your best friends."
Harry's mind went blank for a moment. He knew Voldemort was trying to manipulate him into siding with him for some odd reason. There was a tug at his mind that he never felt before, one that terrified him more then anything else that day, a tug of interest.
But the second that entered his mind so did several other things. Images of the times he and Ron played chess in the common room, Hermione ranting at her two friends for not doing their work, Luna looking for her lost items at the end of fifth year, the bravery that Neville showed in the Department of Mysteries, how Lavender over came her girlish fears after dealing with the Half Blood Prince, Seamus working hard to catch up with the rest of the ULD (well the DA at that period of time), how Dean reacted when he found out about his real father, Parvati beaming when they danced at the Yule Ball (that of course quickly changed by the end of that night), Josh coming to help him fight in Diagon Alley, the first time he and Kaylee had ever met…
This all happened in a split second in his mind and he said, "Don't think of me as some power hungry fool Voldemort. I won't sink down to your level. You're pathetic! How many times did I beat you? Not to mention that you need so many (he motioned back towards the battlefield behind him) to fight for you because you can't do it on your own! Then there was Vulcan…let's not even get into that!"
He was the one baiting Voldemort into attacking first now, and he was succeeding better then his opponent had before.
"Crucio!"
Harry dodged quickly to the side and said, "That's all you guys ever seem to say! Come up with something better!"
"Is that so Potter? Well we do like to be tradition and this curse is known for spreading fear. How about we use one that most people would simply roll their eyes at, shall we? Diffindo."
"Protego!"
They stared at each other and Harry felt himself tense up, Voldemort was playing with him and he knew it.
"This is quite boring isn't it Potter?"
Harry didn't reply as Voldemort advanced menacingly on him.
"We shall follow the old rules, do you think? We bow to each other first," he gave a quick bow before adding, "come now Harry, I would have liked to believed that you have grown up from your childish attitude I encountered in the graveyard three years ago."
"I don't like to expose myself to people who are trying to kill me."
Voldemort glanced at him with a look that was nothing short of amused. He muttered, "Imperio."
Harry heard his voice suggest in his mind, "Bow to me boy."
He shook his head defiantly and said, "That won't work."
"Impressive, you know how to throw off the Imperius curse. Good Harry, very good," the Dark Lord muttered before casting another spell quickly. Just like back in his fourth year Harry found himself in a low bow before straightening himself up.
Before Harry could so much as move after that he found himself thrown backwards. He hit the ground and slid on his back, which now throbbed with pain but he pushed himself back up, only to find himself thrown down again.
"Come now Harry, you have been preparing to fight me for years now, surely you must be a better fighter then this," Voldemort taunted, "perhaps I should bring your Mudblood here to inspire you more…"
Harry didn't even say an incantation. He just pointed his wand and an explosion of blue shot out of it and hit He-who-must-not-be-named. The monster was thrown backwards and slammed into a tree.
He pushed himself up with a glare in his eyes and a grin on his face, "well done Potter, but is that all that you can do? Crucio."
This time Harry did not get out of the way in time. He stumbled to his knees and his body twitched and burned with pain. His body was begging him to scream but he refused to give Voldemort the satisfaction of knowing that he was in pure agony.
Suddenly the curse ended and Voldemort was staring at him with interest…and interest that made Harry's heart pummel from the already low place it was at.
"You do surprise me Potter. Most who suffer that curse with that much magic behind them would beg for mercy or go insane. Physical pain just doesn't seem to be able to break you though….but emotional pain…yes Potter that is your weakness…I wonder…yes I can see the memory there in your mind. Let us take a look into your past…with a bit of my memories added in where you were not present of course."
Harry felt Voldemort picking at his mind and tried to stop him but he couldn't. He couldn't stop the vision that engulfed him. He couldn't do a lot of things at that moment…he couldn't even be prepared for what he saw…
A young man with messy raven black hair and mischievous hazel eyes sat reading the newspaper in the living room of his good sized house. Actually it only looked as if he was reading it. If anyone had looked close enough they would have noticed that his eyes weren't moving across the page that he hadn't turned in the past ten minutes.
A beautiful young woman with long dark red hair and vivid emerald green eyes walked into the room with a small baby boy in her arms. She stared at him for a moment before snapping, "James William Potter! What are you doing pretending to read of all things! I told you to do the dishing.
"Can't we just use magic?" James Potter asked while smiling sheepishly at his angry wife.
"No," she said firmly.
"No," her one year old son repeated happily.
She smiled down at him and said, "You want daddy to do his work, right Harry?"
"Harry! Don't say that's true!" James gasped with mock horror. He grinned as Harry giggled at him.
"Who do you agree with...that man or your loving mama?" Lily asked the baby sweetly.
"Mama," baby Harry said happily.
James sighed and said, "Everyone's against me."
Lily giggled slightly, as did Harry, as he walked into the kitchen.
"Harry sweet heart, you are the good child in this family," Lily said with a giggle, looking over at the play pen beside the chair James had been in. Her face turned into a slight frown.
She had a guilty look on her face that slowly switched to panic as the room was plunged into a feeling of ice. Harry started moving in her arms and the young girl in the playpen gave a small whail.
Lily looked around quickly and her eyes landed on the door. Terror filled her body and she yelled, "James!"
"What's wrong?" he asked while joining them in the living room. The clock struck 11:30pm when there was an explosion and the door shattered into small pieces.
Lily screamed, covering Harry's small body with her own, James quickly moved so that he was blocking the entrance to the living room where Gemma was now crying.
Voldemort himself marched into the house with his wand held high. His blood red eyes looked around the room for a moment before he said, "Wormtail!"
Lily slowly began backing away from the monster of a man, back towards the stairs. James on the other hand looked at the floor when he saw a rat run into the living room. When it reached the playpen his once close friend Peter Pettigrew appeared and picked baby Gemma up. She squirmed against him and, for a baby, gave what could only be classified as a helpless look.
"PUT HER DOWN!" James yelled.
"Give us the boy Potter," Voldemort hissed.
"NO!" Lily screamed.
"Kill her," Voldemort said without hesitation and Peter pulled out a knife and stabbed it into the baby's chest.
Lily let out a scream of anguish as did the baby girl before her eyes clouded over and no sound escaped her tiny body anymore.
"I trusted you Peter!" James roared at him, holding out his wand to defend his family.
Peter said nothing, he just stared at James…just stared.
"LILY! TAKE HARRY AND RUN!" James yelled suddenly and shot a spell at Voldemort. His quick movements had caught the evil being off guard and Lily took that as her chance to run, but the only place where she could go was upstairs.
James and Voldemort stared each other down. They dueled, with James being just as stubborn about proper manners as Harry would later be. But unfortunately destiny had different plans from James Potter. In a flash of green light he was on the floor, his hazel eyes as lifeless as his adopted daughter on the floor in the next room.
Upstairs Lily whimpered as she saw the green light flash from the hall. From the sound of robes sweeping up the stairs she knew that Voldemort had defeated James. The Dark Lord magically made the door fly open and he entered. The air was heavy as he and Lily stared each other down.
"Give me the boy and you can live," was the first thing he said.
"No," she hissed angrily.
"Move out of the way you silly girl!"
"NO! Kill me instead!"
"Only one needs to die here tonight."
"You've already killed two," Lily snapped back.
Voldemort raised his wand but Lily was quicker. She shot a blinding blue spell at him (the same one Harry did…) and he flew backwards. With a raging cry he hit her with something else that caused her to let go of her son and fly across the room, slamming into the bookshelf.
"MAMA!" Harry called out as Voldemort advanced on him.
"So you're the boy of the prophecy?" Voldemort whispered before raising his wand.
"NOT HARRY! PLEASE NOT HARRY!" Lily screamed as she painfully forced herself to get up.
Voldemort's crimson eyes met her emerald ones as he said in a calm voice, "Avada Kedavra."
With inhuman speed Lily Potter threw herself between her son and the curse. It slammed into her body but unlike most people she wasn't killed right away. A scream of pain left her mouth and she stared at her baby boy for a moment before closing her eyes and falling down to the floor.
"Mama," Harry said urgently, "Mama wake."
"She's not going to wake up boy," Voldemort said and kicked Lily's body aside.
The first glimmer of rage and power filtered into baby Harry's eyes as Voldemort raised his wand once again and yelled, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
The spell flew towards Harry and hit him but then it rebounded and flew at Voldemort…
Voldemort chuckled at the tears that had appeared in Harry's eyes as he watched his beloved family die in front of his eyes once again. Harry was too distracted to notice when Voldemort raised his wand and muttered those infamous words.
Harry broke out of his thoughts as he felt a small body push him out the way. They landed roughly on the ground and he looked over to see Ann Nickleson beside him. Her long black hair was a mess and was quickly turning into a curly mess, despite its once smooth appearance and her eyes were an odd shade of brownish green.
She yanked Harry up and stood facing Voldemort, who stared at her with cold us.
"This is our battle girl, get out of the way," he said slowly.
"No," Nickleson shot back.
Harry thought back to what he had just seen…Nickleson was acting the same way she did! The Orb of Efil…those green eyes…all her secrets…could it be possible…?
Did Peter bring back his mother?
He was shoved out of the way again as she pushed him down. Shooting him an angry glare she said, "Stop daydreaming! You have to fight him!"
"Who are you?"
She didn't get to answer. Nickleson turned quickly only to see the killing curse heading towards her.
Harry's heart nearly stopped when it hit her. Not because it had hit her but what happened afterwards. It slammed into her body and rebounded at Voldemort. Voldemort apparated out of the way but when he appeared again he was in complete shock.
Nickleson was kneeling on the ground with her hands held to her forehead. Harry knelt down next to her and moved her hands forcefully. He gasped at what he saw…an old looking, lightning bolt shaped, scar.
Not even Voldemort moved when she stood up, he wanted to know how she survived, just like Potter did. "Nickleson" looked back and forth between Harry and the Dark Lord and knew that she was expected to explain what was going on. He eyed her now reopened scar suspiciously as blood slowly slipped down the side of her face.
She sighed and reached into her shirt and pulled out a time turner, but it was no ordinary time turning…this one had crystals inside of it before saying, "These won't be created for years…in fact they aren't even released where I come from yet. My father made them so I happened to get my hands on one. You're right Harry, I'm not who I said I was. I've been dropping hints all year…my father taught me everything Harry…it's a cycle you see! You teach me everything then I came back in time and taught it to you."
The killing curse did have one effect on her, it was wearing off all the disguising charms she had on. Her hair grew longer and became curly, her features changed a bit and her eyes became a vivid emerald green.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and what she said next shocked not only Harry, but Voldemort as well. She stared at each of them evenly and said, "You haven't met me yet…I won't be born for a while. You see my name's Harmony Lily Potter…I'm the eldest child of Harry James Potter."
Harry's mouth opened with surprise but nothing came out of it. Looking at her he realized that was why she looked familiar, because she reminded him of him! But something else prickled in his mind, yes she had his hair color and his eyes definitely, but she didn't actually look like him.
"Hermione," was the only word that left his mouth. That's when it hit him, all the times trying to figure out who she looked like and she resembled his own girlfriend!
Upon hearing who the girl really was Voldemort knew that either Potter would live past that day or his girlfriend was already pregnant. He came to the conclusion that Potter would live past this day, since when he had seen Hermione earlier she was definitely not give off an aura of a second life form in her.
To Harry this meant something the same but different. He vowed that on that day he would either kill or be killed, no running back. He thought back and admitted that it was possible Hermione could have been pregnant, they hadn't been extra careful but something inside of him said that she wasn't.
Harry's eyes met Nickleson's ("No," he thought, "Harmony Potter's…) eyes and he knew. He knew that everything wasn't over for him yet.
Pushing himself off the ground he pointed his wand at Voldemort, who sensed his newly found determination and courage. Voldemort flicked his wand and once again Harry flew backwards. Harmony gasped as she too hit the rocks beside the young man who would one day be her father.
"How old are you?" Harry asked out of the blue as they pushed themselves up.
"Eighteen," she replied, "You told me to come back because it was supposed to happen…I'm not here changing time."
"Well isn't that sweet," Voldemort hissed, "But just because you have a daughter Potter doesn't mean that you will win today."
Identical glares met him and Harry said, "Yes it does!"
Voldemort raised his arms and said, "Avada Kedavra!"
"Use a patronus charm!" Harmony yelled out and Harry, without thinking otherwise, followed her orders.
"Expecto Patronum!" he yelled and the two spells struck each other. Just like back in the graveyard an orb made of webbed golden magic appeared around them. Something was different this time though, up until where Harry's spell met Voldemort it was pulsing silver, the color of a patronus spell.
His hands started shaking and it was much harder then he first time to hold on. He was sweating and shaking already.
Harmony started moving towards him when a rogue Death Eater stumbled onto the scene. His eyes widened with surprise when he saw his Lord battling Potter. He looked at Harmony and muttered the killing curse.
Harry wasn't sure how many times a person could fight off the killing curse in a single day…something told him that if that hit Harmony she wouldn't survive this time. He let go of his wand with one hand and for some unknown reason he yelled, "Patronum Protego!"
A shield of silver mist appeared in front of Harmony and the blinding green curse hit it. There was a huge crackling sound as the curse shattered when it hit the shield.
Time seemed to stop for a moment as everyone in the clearing realized that Harry had just stopped the killing curse…he had actually made a shield that could stop it!
Harmony stunned the Death Eater and Harry grabbed a hold of his wand with both hands again. She turned and looked at her future father, ran up to his side and held onto his wand tightly. With her help Harry felt some stress leave him as the small gold beads when into Voldemort's wand. So many people appeared in their ghostly forms…so many that had been lost. He stared at Cedric with a guilty look, then there was Bertha Jorkins (I think…), the muggle known as Frank, and finally them…Lily and James Potter.
They stared at their son and their granddaughter before Lily moved forwards and said, "Believe Harry! You need one more thing to win!"
"What?" he questioned.
"You used it before," James told him, "just ask for help and you'll get it!"
Harry didn't know what he was looking for but called out mentally for help like his parents told him to. Suddenly phoenix song filled his ears and Harmony whispered, "Fawks."
He looked up and saw the phoenix glide towards them and drop something on the ground in front of Harry. He looked down and saw Gryffindor's Sword in front of him.
"You know what you have to do Harry!" Harmony yelled suddenly, "I'll hold on, don't worry about that."
He looked at her and nodded. Slowly he let go of his wand and felt all the pressure that was now put on the young woman beside him. She nodded encouragingly and he reached down and took the sword.
Voldemort stared at him torn between interest and, for once in his life, fear.
Harry, with a speed that he didn't know existed in him, lunged at the Dark Lord. He swiped his sword through the Patronus Charm and the Killing Curse. The blade of Gryffindor's Sword glowed silver and green as he thrust his hand forwards and slammed it into Voldemort's chest where he heart was ("Should have been," he thought viciously).
The Dark Lord didn't have time to move before the sword stabbed through him. A blinding pain he had never felt before filled him as his soul started parting from his body in a much more painful way then the first time.
Harry saw this; he knew that if Voldemort's soul escaped then there would be no end, he would simply keep returning.
"I can't let that happen," Harry thought and looked back at Harmony. She was sweating and hold on to the wand determinedly with James and Lily on either side of her, giving her words of comfort. At the sight of them he added to himself, "for my family of the past and the future."
With a mental strength he had never used before he started pumping out his own raw magic into the sword. Voldemort's eyes glazed over and much to Harry's shock he began to change. His eyes turned normal, as did his face and soon Harry found himself staring at not Voldemort but Tom Riddle. His body slowly turned to stone before it started to crack then shattered into dust.
Just before he died though Voldemort heard Harry mutter the last words he ever expected to hear, the prophecy…
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those that have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not…And either must die and the hands of the other, for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"
His wand fell to the ground and the Priori Incantatem was broken. Harmony stumbled to the ground and slowly all the "ghosts" around them vanished, the last which were Lily and James, who smiled encouragingly at their son.
Harry looked up and saw what remained of Voldemort was his twisted swirl of a black snake…his soul. It made an attempt to escape by Harry yelled, "Expecto Patronum!"
Harmony gasped in surprise as not only a stag erupted from Harry's wand, but a wolf and a dog followed. They lunged at the soul and the two Potters covered their ears as they heard Voldemort's yell of pain. When it was over they both realized that it really was over! Voldemort was gone!
Harry looked back at Harmony and smiled slightly before his eyes glazed over and he slowly fell to the ground with a dead thump. She ran over to him and searched for a pulse…there was none.
"You promised Wormtail," she whispered and a shadowy image of Peter Pettigrew appeared beside her.
Hello mortal that has stumbled across this room. Who are you?
After thinking for a moment whether to answer it or not he reached over and picked up the quill, dipped it into the ink then wrote while speaking, "My name is Peter Pettigrew."
Hello Peter. You must be wondering who this is your talking to, correct? Well I cannot answer that but I can answer what the orb is, if you'd like to know.
"I would," Peter muttered.
I can tell you on one condition. You must either use it after you know or have your memory erased about it. Do you accept these terms?
After thinking for a minute he said and wrote, "I accept."
Excellent. This orb you see before you Peter Pettigrew is the ancient Orb of Efil. Have you heard about it?
"Yes, my former friend's wife, Lily, read a lot. She told us all legends about the Orb of Efil or the Orb of Life as it is called," he wrote. "She said that it had the powers to bring back one, and only one person from the dead but the person that uses it must give up their life as well.".
Correct. The Orb of Efil, or Life was created to show up in a time when it was needed. This is one of these times. The orb has appeared to bring one person and only one back from the dead. There is no specific person or side it can be used for. Whoever finds it may use it. Do you want to use it Peter Pettigrew?
Peter read the writing over carefully then wrote, "I'm not positive."
Think of someone you would like to bring back. Think of them. Touch the Orb and state whether you chose to use the orb or forget about it.
Peter thought about it and some previous thoughts appeared in his mind. The words 'she deserved it' echoed through his mind.
He placed his dirt covered hand onto the orb and said, "I choose to…"
Choose your destiny carefully.
An odd look passed over Peter's face and he said, "I choose to bring someone back. I choose to repay my debt to Harry Potter."
State the person who you want to bring back.
Peter started to write something when there was another burst of light. He shielded his eyes and when it died down he found himself staring at a girl with curly black hair and emerald green eyes. He stared in shock but she started speaking before he could, "Listen to me Peter, what your about to do will change someone's life forever!"
"I know," he said with confusion, "who are you?"
Harmony stared at him for a moment before saying, "That's not important. What is important is that you know in the final battle with Voldemort Harry will defeat him…but end up dying from magic exhaustion."
"Magical exhaustion?"
"He's going to use too much of his energy," she explained, "Peter, I need you to do one thing. You see Harry's supposed to live…it's his destiny…"
"How do you know?"
She sighed and said honestly, "I'm his daughter from the future, no jokes. Anyways Peter, what you need to do is choose to bring Harry back."
There was a pause.
"But he's not dead now…"
"It doesn't matter. In my time this has been done before…trust me it'll work and your debt will be forever repaid."
Peter stared at her for a moment and said, "I choose to bring back Harry James Potter when he dies after the final battle with the Dark Lord."
"Thank you Peter," Harmony muttered before vanishing again.
So be it.
Peter Pettigrew read those words and life left his body, which vanished into the shimmering air, along with the Orb of Efil.
"I know I did," Peter said and knelt down next to Harry. He reached out and touched his forehead before vanishing again.
Harmony kept her hand by his pulse and smiled widely as she felt it again, he was breathing!
"Thank you Peter, your debt is forever repaid," she whispered. She could hear people running towards them and quickly pulled a note out of her pocket. She stuffed it in Harry's before standing up. She held her time turner in her hand tightly before saying, "I'll see you soon…daddy…"
With that Harmony Lily Potter turned the object in her hand and vanished from that time in history forever.
Author's Note
Well there you have it, but there are still two chapters left. They won't be as long as this but it'll still wrap things together. Actually this was the longest chapter in the story…including the replies to the reviews my computer's tell me that this is 12 pages long and the Author's Note part of this chapter isn't very long at all!
And to all those people who guessed Harry's daughter from the future and I said no…well I did warn you all that I have no problem with lying!
Aqua Mage – I never said I was going to kill all of them. I was just wondering who do you all think is going to die?
Stealingsociety09 – lol that's mean! I didn't just kill Ron off for the fun of it, it has an important part later on!
Holimontski – I like my Writing teacher…lol…yeah no one in my class passed that review! Anyways…Ron's death wasn't just out of the blue and random, it was thought out and it was proof that Ron, despite being in Harry's shadow all the time was just as brave and caring as his friend was. I didn't just kill him out of dislike like many people do
0e0 I look just like Buddy Holly – Ron's death does signify something very important. The Death Eaters, well they just died, there was nothing important about that. Although I'm not a big fan of Ron's I just felt it was necessary for this to happen. They could very well be dead, couldn't they? People have told me that I kill too many people off but in all honesty I haven't killed anyone in this or HBP that wasn't very thought out and planned.
MageRonin – Since your only on chapter three as I write this reply by the time you get here you'll have realized that in the first couple chapters that you haven't seen anything yet!
NikkyB – LMAO yes cause I can really talk to Ron! Haha! Lol no you didn't review this chapter before…ff.n only lets you review a chapter once for some reason...
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