Leon let out a cry to his left and Harry turned to see his Pokemon running from the dark flames that Voldemort's Dark Moltres was sending his way. It killed Harry that he couldn't help his Pokemon but he was having enough problems on his own dealing with Voldemort, who'd decided to take things up a notch and reveal that the fight from before had been merely a showcase of what he could do, not a seirous battle. Now however he was coming at Harry strong, throwing blasts of Aura at him and forcing him to twist and dodge as best he could.

Focusing on his own Aura Harry wrapped it around his arms and legs, using it to enhance his speed and strength so that his movements became quicker, his leaps and rolls propelling his farther, and his blocks able to resist the strikes Voldemort was sending his way. Jack was… somewhere, Harry kept losing track of everyone during the fight, but he could hear him grunting and snorting so he took a small comfort in knowing he was still alive.

"I want you to know Harry that this was supposed to be your moment of triumph," Voldemort said, stalking towards him. Zygarde suddenly fired a petrifying beam his way but Voldemort merely held up a hand without looking, creating an Aura shield to protect him before his Dark Pokemon swarmed Zygarde and forced him back.

"You mean where I kick your ass and make you regret ever wiggling your way out of that room?" Harry asked.

"No no no," Voldemort said with a mocking tone. "This was to be your hour. Where you set everything right. Still can be… if you open your mind just a little bit." He held his arms out wide. "Nocturne manages to get through the defenses. Many students sadly die… a tragedy, yes, but sometimes tragedy is needed. People bemoan forest fires for bringing down virgin forests but they forget that fires clear away the old growth so new growth can have a chance to thrive. The same here. Nocturne attacks and kills the children… rather violently and horrifically, I must say. Tear them to pieces, leave them broken on the floors of the school that was supposed to protect them. Wonderful images for the news. Plastered on every paper and shown off in Holocasts all over the world.

"It shakes the people out of their apathy. They see what monsters Nocturne truly is. Because the true target is their own children. The Slytherins. They murder their own heirs on the command of the dreaded Lord Voldemort. How can any see them as little more than monsters when they are willing to commit such evils?"

Harry grit his teeth, knowing that Voldemort was not just taunting him but still trying to appeal to him, get him to accept becoming his new vessel to house his spirit.

"But there is a light in that dark hour: Lily Potter's heir has survived. He manages to live. No… more than that. He managed to drive off Nocturne. To save some of the children of Avalon… ones of important."

Voldemort suddenly lunged at him and Harry began to block and dodge again, trying all he could to keep the demented spirit back. He uncoiled the Aura tendrils from his arms and latched onto chunks of the roof, ripping them free and throwing them at Voldemort. But the spirit merely cut through them, chopping his open hands down like axe strikes, sending bits of tar and wood and stone flying in all directions, raining down on the chaotic battlefield.

Jack suddenly was next to Harry, moving to try and help him, only for the Dark Heatmor to blast him with a Hyper Beam that sent Jack flying off the roof of the Castle. His breviary was forced to make a dive to grab him, throwing Jack back up through the air so he could land in a crouch, panting. But then Voldemort's Sableye was on him-

A punch flew at Harry's face and he ducked just in time, getting his focus back onto the fight at hand.

"Your friends would live… I see no reason to kill them off. They would serve us well. Hermione is so very smart and once she respected authority… we could get her to do so again." Voldemort shook his head, a mirthful little smile on his lips. "She rather reminds me of Bellatrix. When I first brought her into my employ she was the most cunning of trainers. Always thinking twenty steps ahead. But she craved a strong powerful leader to dominate her… and I did. We could do the same with her, Harry." He licked his lips, a disgusting, vile action when Voldemort was wearing Dumbledore's face. "You've dreamed of her, haven't you? Just as you dreamed of little Ginny Weasley, so fierce and fiery… she's like your mother, you know? And you so resemble your father… it seems almost fitting that she be the queen to your king."

"You know," Harry said, panting, "I am getting real sick of people assuming I want to FUCK MY MUM!" He launched himself and managed to actually catch Voldemort off guard and land a blow on him, sending him stumbling back. But when Harry moved for the next strike the phantom was ready and Harry's kick meet with a wall of aura.

"Then how about the Veela?" Voldemort asked. "She is rather beautiful. If you'd prefer someone else let me know. I will give her to you… or is it a him?" He shrugged before suddenly leaping over Harry, wrapping his arms round him, hot breath blasting past his ear. "I won't judge… I've been in plenty of men myself."

Harry headbutted him and broke free. "Are you seriously trying to get me fucking laid?"

"Merely showing what I can offer. You survive this attack and at the Gates of Hogwarts you give your grand speech. You tell the world what happened when you fought… me. And you rally the world to your side. The tragic tale of a young man who had the weight of the world placed on his shoulders yet no one listened as he cried out for help. And look at the Hogwarts Massacre! It shows that you were right! And thus… perhaps it is time for them to listen to you. To stand with you, the slayer of Voldemort-" he chuckled at that but Harry merely glared at him, "-and give you all you wish. It is what I was attempting with Tom."

"You gave him power."

"I offered him to be remembered forever. Tom was so frightened of being forgotten. He'd seen time and again in the annuls of history that some great man would become a footnote because the people of the world moved on. Grandfathers who hung their hero's photo on the wall couldn't get their grandchildren to care. He couldn't stand the thought that all he had done would be forgotten. That he would die and that would be the end of his story. So… I gave him what he wanted. He will always be remembered."

"Because you take every offer and twist it into a Primeape's Paw," Harry snapped. "If you think you are convincing me to join you then you are mistaken. All you're doing is showing me why I should never follow you."

"Come now Harry, why must you be so negative? Tom lived a long life and will be remembered. You wish to end Nocturne… join with me and we can destroy them right now and then ensure that they never rise again. We'll start something new, something better." Voldemort took a step forward but for once it wasn't threatening. No… it was him reaching out, trying to seem as if he were Dumbledore again, begging Harry to just listen. "Nocturne was a product of its time, you must see that. The years before your birth… the Great War was supposed to shake people of their apathy and make them awaken to a new golden age but it never came about. They just… settled. Like a rock stuck in a mud puddle. The old angers and rages were still there but now there was no deserve to let them out so they festered. I ripped the scab off and let all that puss gush out. But that isn't how it is now… you know that. Avalon isn't a scab it is a twisted ugly thing trying to hide under a cloak and together we can rip it off and reveal just what the monster is! And then we can help it. Let it rise into the sun.

"We will slaughter Nocturne together and then you and I will give our speech. We'll talk about how Avalon allowed bigotry and hate to remain but things MUST change. The blood of the children of Avalon is on the hands of those that were too lazy to do anything but we can correct that! And they'll listen to us, Harry, you know that. They'll listen and they will put the two of us in charge. And I'll help you… I have knowledge. Secrets from thousands of years… medicines that can cure diseases, inventions lost that can still revolutionize all. I'll share them with you. I'll help you! Guide you to be the best you can be. Your friends will be safe and want for nothing. I am afraid you can't be with Jasmine, as Avalon will not accept a foreigner as their queen but we'll find you another. Perhaps… Ginger-"

Harry shot out a tendril of Aura, wrapping it around Voldemort's throat and hurling him across the roof.

"The only thing I want is you dead," Harry growled, lips curling back to reveal his fangs. "You murdered my parents. I will never know them. All I have is stories. There is NOTHING you can give me to make up for that so I'm going to tear that Dumbledore suit into shreds and then take your ectoplasmic ass and shove it into the deepest, darkest pit I can find and make sure you NEVER COME BACK!"

Voldemort sighed as he stood up, brushing off the sleeves of his lab coat. "Harry, Harry, Harry… you act as if you have a choice in the matter."

"How about this for a choice," Jack said, suddenly at Harry's side. He wrapped one arm around him while from the other he pulled out a handful of small black orbs. Within a second they were in the Speaker's Realm. "He can sense us," Jack warned. "We have 20 seconds. Recall your pokemon or tell them to run."

Harry didn't get a chance to respond as suddenly they were out, Harry trusting in Jack and activating the recall feature in his prosthetic hand, returning every Pokemon save Leon and Hedwig who were already moving to get off the roof. Jack did the same before throwing the orbs, which bounced on the roof towards Voldemort… before exploding, forcing the fiend to throw up an Aura shield.

Suddenly Harry felt his stomach plummet and he nearly screamed only for Jack to wrap an arm around him, pulling him tight against him. There was a suddenly bone jarring jolt and when Harry's vision cleared he saw that they were standing on the 6th floor of the castle. Above them the remains of the roof were crumbling, raining down bits of stone and wood around them.

"This… didn't go as planned," Harry panted.

"Tell me about it," Jack growled, pulling Harry away from the opening.

"What's our next move?"

"Run."

"Run?" Harry echoed, startled.

"We can't win, not today. Too much Nocturne, Aurors won't arrive in time, and the Sons I had stationed on the islands are now focused on getting as many students as we can away from here." He shook his head. "We have to abandon Hogwarts."

"…fuck," Harry muttered. "I hate to say it but you're right. We don't-"

The wall beside him exploded and Harry barely managed to avoid being hit by flying bricks.

His first reaction had been to leap back, to pull away from the center of the explosion. But Jack had different plans and he leapt forward, wrapping an arm around Harry and dragging him forward. The teen looked back just in time to see Dark Moltres stick its beak through the hole, letting loose another blast before it turned towards where Harry and Jack had just been. Then they were turning the corner and moving towards the stairs and Harry couldn't see anymore.

"This is going to be bad," Jack muttered, pushing Harry forward. "Voldemort doesn't care how it looks if Hogwarts falls… hell, he wants it to happen most likely. Makes grand optics of how the Avalon Government failed if the castle falls. Rumble would serve as a wonderful backdrop for him."

"I'm not going to join with him," Harry said as he hurried down the steps, the castle shaking again; he could only assume that Moltres had hit the wall again in an attempt to find them. Jack leapt down, slamming hard onto the next level, and Harry mimicked him, gritting his teeth as his bones rattled from the impact before he focused on moving again.

"I know that but he's still in Dumbledore's body and he can use that. 'Oh, my poor Harry has been lost, thanks to those evil Sons of Johto who kidnapped him. Please help me find him… we had so many students die we must find those that survived."

"Fuck, that is what he's going to do." The lights went out and Harry touched his glasses, shooting out two beams of light to help illuminate the way. "Any idea on what we do?"

"Get the hell out of here, regroup, and then figure out some way we survive this madness. Its not the best plan in the world but it's the only one we have."

Harry grimly nodded and continued to head down the stairs. "I hate running. It makes it feel like we're giving up. Hogwarts-"

"Is the students that call it home, not brick and mortar. Let Voldemort have the corpse… its almost fitting. We'll take the soul." Jack suddenly lashed out with his foot, kicking a door off its hinges. "We get off here."

"We're still 3 stories up," Harry told him as they emerged and he saw they were on one of the levels that looked down on the main door of Hogwarts.

"Then I hope my knees aren't shot yet," Jack said before he leapt down, Harry wincing as he saw Jack landing in a crouch.

"Damn it this is going to hurt," Harry muttered before doing the same, wrapping aura around him as best he could to try and minimize the damage. He grunted, feeling like someone had smacked a bat against his skull, but was able to stand up and begin moving as Jack raced towards the door. Harry almost commented how odd it was to find Hogwarts so empty but then the sounds of feet and decidedly adult-sounding yells filled the air and he realized that they weren't alone at all.

Nocturne was coming.

Bursting out of the doors they nearly ran into Neville, who was standing with a group of students watching as Prof. Korak dodged a blow from Fenrir Greyback. There were people moaning and nursing injuries all around them, both Nocturne and what Harry quickly realized, thanks to his personal history lessons (Because BINNIS and Umbridge were shit at teaching) were Alolans from Team Skull. Prof. Korak was doing well to dodge the punches and kicks that Greyback was sending his way but Harry could tell he was getting tired… and Greyback realized that as well.

"Tag in," Jack muttered, as he passed by Harry before moving into a run, leaping at Fenrir and causing him to turn his full attention upon the Father of Johto. "Harry! Get them the hell out of here!"

"Jack-"

"I'll hold them off, get moving!"

"Not without you damn it!"

"I have a plan!" Jack snapped. "Get to the Ghost… once you reach the opposite shore they can teleport you over! Radio them using your dex, you know the code. Get on there and tell them we're activating the Khazad-dûm Protocol! Code Word Valaraukar! Khazad-dûm, Valaraukar ; got it?"

"Got it," Harry said. "Come on Nev, let's go!" He began to run, Korak moving to join him, the Team Skull members that were still breathing stumbling after them along with the students. Harry kept looking back at Jack, who was fighting Greyback but unable to land a good blow on him, and knew they had to hurry.

Nocturne would overwhelm him soon enough.

~MC~MC~MC~

Jasmine let out a sigh of relief as she appeared the bridge of The Ghost and her mom wrapped her in a tight hug.

"I still don't understand why you had to go," Clair complained.

Jasmine smiled. "I don't understand why you didn't come."

"I have my reasons."

"Love to hear them."

"Not here."

Before Jasmine could argue Luna tapped her on the shoulder. "We have more coming in."

"Right," Jasmine said, her and Clair moving off the teleporter pad along with the Hogwarts students they'd managed to save and moved towards the bridge. "This was a clusterfuck."

"What was the plan?" Luna asked. "And why were none of us in on it." She paused. "Other than Harry. He knew, didn't he? I've been sensing he's been hiding something from us but I assumed it was lingering bisexual desires he didn't know how to deal with."

"It all- bisexual desires?"

Clair rolled her eyes. "Oh no, your boyfriend loves guys. Not like your mother has slept with women or your da has been with men. Oh wait-"

"Mom, I don't care about your sex life! And Harry isn't bi."

"I know that now!" luna complained. "But it was either that or he was operating a drug smuggling ring. Those things have the same emotional vibration."

"…I'm just going to move on from that." Jasmine was begining to lag, the adrenaline rush from the race to Hogwarts only to turn around and flee just as quickly was leaving her feeling tired as the minutes dragged on. Now that she was safe and knew there was no chance that she'd have to deal with Nocturne… 'Though, once da and Harry are on board with everyone else… then I'll really be ready to sleep.' She paused as they passed by a window and saw Hogwarts on fire, towers crumbling and roof caving in. And she knew that down there were people. Avalonians. All who had died because the greedy and the stupid had decided to follow a ghost who slurped up the souls of their ancestors. 'Well, I'll sleep after we nuke this entire fucking Region. Only way to be sure.'

"We had to keep it to as few of people as possible," Clair explained. "Voldemort… he's Dumbledore."

Luna blinked.

"…fuck."

Jasmine chuckled at that. "No reference?"

"No reference," she said as the three entered the bridge of The Ghost of Olivine, the rest of the group that Jasmine and Luna had brought with them being shunted off to the civilian quarters. Luna let out a gasp of relief when she spotted Hermione standing with Jonas and Mumik, running to her and giving her a hug which Hermione returned with a gusto. She pulled away and looked at her friend. "Harry? Neville?"

"Coming. Harry was with Jack. Neville got delayed but I can sense him coming."

"Ron and Ginny?"

Hermione's face fell.

"Oh god," Jasmine whispered.

"They're… I don't know," Hermione admitted. "I felt them and then suddenly… it wasn't someone dying though. I'm blocked."

"We'll pray that's a good thing," Jonas said… only to lean back as a blast of flames suddenly struck the viewing window.

"Sir!" one of the techs that was helping to pilot the Ghost cried out. "We have a Pokemon attacking us!"

"Identify," Jonas snapped.

The tech began to tap some keys. "It resembles a Moltres but the energy readings…" he stopped. "It's a Galar Moltres. But powered up."

"Galar Moltres?" Jasmine asked. "I've never heard of a Galar Moltres."

The tech read off his screen. "Regional Variant. Dark/Fire. Where regular Moltres can fight they like solitude. Galar Moltres… they like solitude but prefer to fight."

"Great, so it's territorial," Clair muttered.

"And it's controlled by Dumbledore… Voldemort!" Harry's voice called out, Neville a step behind him. "Can it take down the ship?"

Jonas frowned. "The Ghost is designed to handle multi-Charizard-level threats."

Another blast of fire hit the Ghost and alarms began to sound.

"Well, that answers that," Harry muttered before looking at Jonas. "Jack has a Protocol he wants to run… can we do it-"

The ships' computers blinked as more dark flames blasted along its surface.

"No, those flames are screwing up the computers."

Harry frowned and shoved his hands into his pockets. That meant none of the cannons of the Ghost were working. They were a giant floating balloon, bouncing about waiting for Moltres to stop-

He frowned, feeling something hair in his jacket pocket… and blinked when he pulled out a Pokeball case. One filled with teleporter balls and Camo Balls.

It was Jack's.

Before he could even consider why he'd passed his Pokeball case to him Harry felt the building shudder and he grabbed a teleporter ball, holding it tight.

"Which way to the roof?"

~MC~MC~MC~

Jack snarled as he swung his Escrima stick at another Nocturne agent, his weapon shattering the Yamask mask the figure was wearing and embedding shards of clay into the woman's face. She let out a scream, clawing at her face, but Jack merely drove his weapon into her throat, collapsing her windpipe. She fell, unable to scream as she choked and Jack kicked her in the face before moving on to his next target, stepping around the bodies.

Greyback had pulled back, having realized that this wasn't a fight he wanted to be a part of. The bastard might have loved killing be he wasn't stupid and he knew when it was time to let others take a pounding. So once the Nocturnes had realized that the school was emptying out and thus there was nothing for them to maim and torture they'd decided to head on out and try and find any stragglers.

And discovered Jack waiting for them, Escrima sticks in his hands and a smirk on his face as Greyback pulled away. The bastard had given a cheery wave before departing, leaving Jack to face the horde.

"If you want them," Jack had said, twirling his weapons, "come and claim them."

That had been 15 minutes ago and his smile was gone. His body ached, his eyes burned from the blood that had gotten into them thanks to the cut on his head, and he was pretty sure he'd messed up his right knee real bad. But still he fought on.

His strategy wasn't much: attack a Nocturne Agent as soon as they got out the door in an attempt to take them out before they could call out their POkemon. The anti-teleporters weren't affecting the agents so some of them were doing the wise thing and using their Yamasks to get the hell away form him. But most had decided try and get a piece of him. Luckily Jack had managed to fight off most of them, as Avalonians were a soft and squishy lot who preferred to hide behind their Pokemon. But-

A bolt of lightning struck the ground and Jack had to roll away as thunder shocks began to lash out at the stone around him. He came up in a crouch just in time to see an Electvire charging up another attack and he grit his teeth.

Apparently he hadn't been fighting the bulk of the mob at all. He'd been taking on the first arrivals.

And now he stood alone at Hogwarts gate, the last line of defense against the mob.