Harry grit his teeth as the hatch opened up and the winds instantly began to tear at him. 'Bloody hell, if I weren't as strong as I am I'd be sent flying right off the ship!' Even with the Ghost currently stuck hovering over Black Lake the air around him was whipping about in a frenzy, threatening to send him topple off the airship. It was only by bracing his legs and steeling his muscles that he was able to remain upright as he shifted, gaining his balance and glaring out into the sky… and Fawkes as he dove about, blasting dark fire at the Ghost of Olivine's armored hull.

"Are you sure the ship will hold?" he called out to Jasmine, who had demanded she come with him.

"For now!" she said. "But eventually that overgrown chicken will blast its way through!"

"Right," Harry said grimly, glancing to his right to see Hedwig doing her best to remain close enough to catch him if he fell off the ship while staying far enough away that there was no risk of her getting caught in the crossfire. "Alright, so we need to take Fawkes out so we can actually get the ship's systems working again."

"Any idea how to actually do that?" Jasmine complained. She had remained by the hatch, not darting out to join him mostly because they'd agreed that if something happened to him she would be the next one to go out and try and deal with Voldemort's legendary.

"Hit him really really hard," Harry said.

"That isn't funny," Jasmine growled.

Harry didn't bother to tell her that he wasn't making a joke, that was his plan: hit Moltres really really hard.

'Or, at the very least, hit him enough that Fawkes can't focus on the ship,' Harry thought to himself as he waited for the Moltres to notice him. He idly wondered what was going through the Legendary Bird's head. Was he truly evil? Had he belonged to Voldemort before he had taken over Dumbledore, much like with his Espeon? Or was Fawkes actually Dumbledore's Pokemon? If it was the former… well, Harry honestly had his doubts about that. 'If he had had Fawkes before this why not use him during the last War?' Harry thought. 'Or use him against me? And people would have questioned why Dumbledore suddenly had a legendary… but no one really asked about it after he defeated that fake Voldemort.'

No, Fawkes had been Dumbledore's pokemon and that made Harry rather sad. Either the Pokemon had been corrupted, meaning that he couldn't be blamed for his actions, or he was being forced to attack which was worse as it meant that Fawkes truly didn't want to hurt him.

'Once again that ghost bastard ruins lives with everything he does,' Harry thought as he reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the Pokeballs that Jack had slipped him. Fawkes had finally noticed that Harry was standing there, waiting to face him, and was making a beeline right towards him. "Here goes… Azog, I choose you!"

The Family Pokemon of House Kenway reformed on top of the Ghost, shifting his weight and flaring his nostrils.

"I'm not Jack!" Harry called out. "But the people he loves are on this ship! We can't allow it to fall!" Harry tensed, allowing his aura to curl around him one more, tendrils slithering across his limbs as he moved to stand next to the Psedo-Legendary.

Azog gave a nod before curling back his lips, the dorsal ridges beginning to light up one after another as he prepared Dark Lightning.

"GASTON!"

Harry turned to see Jasmine leaping out of the hatch and onto the roof of the Ghost, her Aggron forming beside her as her Aegislash spun about to protect her mistress.

"And the person I love is right here," was her only response to Harry's unasked question. He gave a slight nod before looking right at Fawkes who came up a bit short, flapping his wings and considering the collection of humans and Pokemon that stood before him.

There were no declarations. No cries of 'For Avalon' or 'Johto!' or the like. Instead one moment Harry was just standing there and the next he leapt forward, throwing out a tendril of aura like it was a whip. It snapped across Fawkes' wing, making the legendary tumble slightly before he righted himself which put him directly in line of Azog who fired off a burst of Dark Lightning. The attack raced over Fawkes' body making the dark type seize up for a few moments before he managed to right himself and go into a wide arc, fire gushing from his beak before he unleashed several fireballs at them.

Xena performed King's Shield to protect them all but Harry knew that would only earn them so much protection and that Jasmine's pokemon couldn't generate the attack-blocking forcefield for too long before it tired her out. Gaston and Azog were firing off their own long range attacks to try and pin down the Moltres but were doing little good, as Fawkes was simply too fast for the two of them. Harry managed to get in another hit with his Aura tendrils but that was about it and he growled as Fawkes made another pass.

"He's too damn fast!" he exclaimed. "We can't hit him!"

"We have to do something," Jasmine told him. "We need to connect and drive that bird down!"

The problem was Harry had no idea how to do that.

~MC~MC~MC~

"And so this is how the proud Father of Johto meets his end."

Jack panted, pressing a hand to his side. His ribs were definitely broken, there was no doubt about that. Every breath he took made his entire body scream in agony. Blood from several cuts had soaked his shirt and he'd been forced to throw off his coat when one Nocturne Agent's Flareon had managed to light the ends of it on fire. He wanted so badly to just close his eyes and rest, to gather his strength up yet again, but he knew that wasn't going to be an option.

Not with Voldemort himself deciding to come on down to Hogwarts' Gate and bask in his pain.

"You took out many of my men," he said, looking at the corpses that lay around the entryway. Jack had killed at least a dozen Agents and two score more were whimpering and moaning, gravely injured. Still, their numbers had worn him down and between themselves and their Pokemon he was on his last legs.

But he wasn't done. Not yet. He had one more thing he had to do.

"You do realize this was for nothing, correct?" Voldemort said kindly, making Jack sneer at the words. "Fawkes will bring down your airship and I will drag Harry out of it. He will be made to see reason… perhaps using your child will get him to agree…"

Jack though didn't take the bait. He knew that with how bad he was if he leapt at Voldemort and tried to attack him he'd be batted away like a fly. So instead he looked up and past Hogwarts to the sky, where the Ghost of Olivine hung limply in the air, the engines just barely working. He could just see Azog firing off his attacks and he knew his starter was doing all he could to protect Jack's family.

"It is over," Voldemort said. "Which is truly a shame. You could have walked away, Jack. This was never your war. Avalon wanted you no where near their region. They HATE you for being here." The Nocturne Grunts chuckled and jeered him for that but Jack merely kept breathing in and out, catching his breath. "You will be remembered not for saving Johto but this last futile stand. Kenway's Folly. Scholars will shake their heads and wonder how you could have been so very stupid."

"You wouldn't get it," Jack said simply.

"Get what?" Voldemort asked, amused.

"What it means… to need to protect those you love."

"No, I suppose I wouldn't," Voldemort admitted. "Especially when it will cost you so much and gain you nothing. I am going to take those you love… and their suffering will be far greater now that you stood in my way." He turned towards the Ghost of Olivine and with a voice far louder than it should have been roared out, "Fawkes! Finish it!" The Legendary instantly stopped swooping and diving and instead spread his wings wide, fires growing brighter around his wings.

Jack merely smirked and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small stone, rough and sharp and unpolished… but pulsing with power.

"Here is my love," he whispered, ripping off his tattered and burned shirt. "Take it."

With that he jammed the Megastone into his chest.

Voldemort's eyes went wide at that, startled by the strange action. The Nocturne Agents murmured to themselves, wondering if Jack had lost his mind. But they all fell silent was veins of power began to creep away from the wound on his chest where the stone was, pulsing and thrumming in time with Jack's heartbeat. The Father of Johto grit his teeth as he called upon his very lifefore… for one last trick.

The megastone glowed before firing off a beam of energy that pierced the spire that held the Headmaster's office, destroying it before it raced into the sky and struck Azog.

Jack shut his eyes as the energy swelled around him.

~MC~MC~MC~

On the Ghost Harry had been just about ready to try and merge with Hedwig again in an attempt to lure Fawkes away from the ship when the beam of energy struck Azog. The Pokemon let out a gasp before he was enveloped in light, Jasmine recalling Aggron and pulling Harry back towards the hatch. Even Fawkes seemed rather startled by what was happening and stopped his attack.

"What is-" Harry began only for him to be nearly blown off his feet as a thrum of energy shot out of Azog.

"Da," Jasmine whispered, looking back towards Hogwarts and the source of the beam. "It's him… he activated his Megastone."

"His megastone?"

"Kalos gave it to him… a new variant of Tyranitarite." She licked her lips nervously.

The light faded and Harry gaped at the sight of Azog before him. The Pokemon had nearly doubled in height, his armored hide becoming sharper and move extreme and pitch black in color. The dorsal plates were far wider and spikier, looking like massive shards of obsidian. And from beneath the armor plating red fires flicked and burned, reminding Harry of images he'd see of volcanos that were seconds away from erupting. Harry could feel the heat hitting his face and he shielded his head as Azog tensed.

"Behold," Jasmine whispered, "Mega Burning Tyranitar."

Azog threw back his head and roared.

Fawkes blasted his fires at Azog, only for the Mega Evolved Pokemon to simply allow them to wash over his body like water droplets. The flyer screeched in protest and tried again, but Azog once more showed no reaction to his fires. In fact the second blast didn't roll off of his hide but instead swirled around him, flowing over him… and then INTO him. Azog shuddered but no in pain… rather it was a tensing. Flexing his muscles, taking in the heat of the flames that Fawkes had tried to burn him with. He shut his eyes and the Legendary actually stopped to stare as the fires were completely sucked into Azog, merging with his own combustion.

"Azog," Harry said gruffly, "you remember me practicing with Firebolt the Potter Family Signature move? Hellfire Barrage? You know how to do it?"

Azog gave a nod.

"Then lets show Voldemort the combined strength of House Potter and House Kenway. Azog… Hellfire Lightning."

~MC~MC~MC~

Voldemort's eyes went wide as Jack's Starter reared back, the dorsal plates on his spine growing orange before he unleashed a glut of flames that raced and splintered across the sky like lightning. Fawkes tried to dodge, dropping and rolling, but the attack just kept expanding like some nuclear net until Fawkes cried out, struck… and stuck. The fiery lightning wrapped around him and when he tried to escape another patch of burning currents caught him.

He could hear his agents murmuring in shock. He… he couldn't stand that. Couldn't allow that. He ruled through respect and fear and he had neither of those if one of his most powerful Pokemon wasn't able to dominate. Avalon was weak… so were its people. One only had to apply a little force and its people would tremble and fall into line. That had always been true. For thousands of years all he had needed to do was apply just the right amount of force and all living creatures worshiped him as a god. It was how he had been able to get so many mighty and powerful people to submit to him. To allow him to consume them… consume those they loved. How he made sane and rational people become traitors to their neighbors.

And yet… every once and a while… someone would come that refused to know their place. They wouldn't be pushed down or pushed back. They would rise up and challenge him. Maybe out of revenge or a false sense of nobility… or perhaps they were just fools. It didn't matter, he had struck out against them. Crushed them under his heel. Forced them to submit.

Sometimes it honestly was a blessing when those fools thought they could be the hero. Flexing his muscles, as the humans were oft to say, and showing just how powerful he was… it was freeing. And helpful. Destroying a deluded knight or heroic fool would cause a hundred to bend the knee to him. He'd even considered once or twice creating his own enemies… secretly fostering then, providing them aid, letting them gather allies… and then destroy them just as they were on the cusp of having a chance of defeating him. Them, their allies, their entire network… blown into pieces.

And then… Merlin. A foolish wanderer who couldn't even afford a decent pair of boots… had defeated him. Trapped him. Left him to be forgotten.

He'd escaped. He'd begun again… then Lily Potter. That stupid girl. It didn't matter that she had died… she had still defeated him. Hurt him so badly it had taken him 11 years to reform. And now her damn son was refusing to bow and Jack fucking Kewnay was making him look like a fool with that damn-!

Voldemort stopped, slowly turning to see Kenway still there, hanging in the air thanks to the Megastone.

"Kill him," he said softly, it all falling into place. That Tyranitar was only able to help Harry because Kenway was powering it up. He had to die… why had he become distracted from that? "KILL HIM!" he roared.

His Agents rushed to obey his commands and all was nearly right in the world. It would be better when the Father of Johto was a corpse.

Attacks flew hard and fast, striking Kenway and causing his body to twist and spasm. Blood began to leak from new wounds, one shoulder was dislocated when an Agent's Hitmonchan got in a strong strike. Kenway never moved to defend himself. Never attempted to stop their blows. He just took them all but Voldemort found no joy in that because the bastard was still sending out that energy to his Pokemon, powering him up-

There was a sudden thrum in the air and He Who Consumes All barely had a chance to let his jaw drop… before a pulse of burning energy fired from Jack's body.

The agents closest to Kenway could only scream for a second before they were struck by the wave, their skin blistering from the heat as it radiated out of Kenway. They fell and screamed, their flesh cooking from the attack. Voldemort leapt back and the other agents began to stare at Kenway nervously, wondering if they were going to be the next ones to burn.

Voldemort couldn't have that.

He changed his right hand with aura and his left with his ghostly energy and slowly stalked forward.

So be it.

He would kill Harry's mentor himself. Sometimes… it was better to do things with your own borrowed hands-

A screech filled the air and Voldemort looked up just in time to see Dumbledore's Moltres in a tailspin, crying out as it spiraled down towards the ground. He leapt back away from Hogwarts itself as the legendary finally came crashing down right where he had been standing, his body going limp but breathing weakly before shutting his eyes.

Kenway, at that moment, released the power he'd been sending to his Tyranitar and collapsed to the ground. Voldemort took a step forward, lips pressed together, moved towards Fawkes and Kenway, staring at the two before he ignited his hands again.

"I hope it was worth it," he said with a sad shake of his head. "I hope delaying my victory by a few minutes was worth your life." He let out a disappointed sigh. "Though… maybe I'll let you live long enough to see me win. Torture can be such a sweet wine…"

But Kenway merely turned his head, which seemed to take so much of his strength, and managed a wobbling smile.

~MC~MC~MC~

"Are the systems back on?" Harry asked as he hurried back into the control room, Jasmine fast on his heels. "We need to get going if we're going to get Jack and get out of here."

"We're back up," one of the bridge crew told him, "but our lock isn't great on the Father. There are too many bodies."

"Clear it up," Jasmine commanded in cold fury. "We're not leaving my da down there."

Harry though had turned to another tech. "Jack told me we need to activate the Khazad-dûm Protocol-"

Jonas' head snapped in Harry's direction. "STOP!"

"-Code Word Valaraukar," Harry finished… just in time for all the lights in the control room to go dark. "I thought you had it fixed?" he asked only to see the crew of the Ghost of Olivine were just as confused as he was. "What happened?"

"Shut it down!" Jonas began to scream and to Harry's should the Fist of Johto shoved a technician away from his station and began to pound on the keyboard, cursing up a storm. "Fucking shut it down!"

"Uncle Jonas!" Jasmine exclaimed, eyes wide in fright at the sight of her normally reserved uncle going mad.

"We need to kill everything… down the damn ship if we have to!"

A bridge member swallowed. "We're locked out of the system, sir. I don't know why-"

Jonas snarled and grabbed a chair, moving to slam it into the computer only for Clair to stop him. "Jonas! What is going on!?"

"Khazad-dûm," Jonas said in a panic. "It is where Gandalf fell battling the Balrog, allowing the Fellowship to leave the Mines of Moria." He stared out of the window of the Ghost, eyes wide and skin pale even in the darkness of the bridge. "He's going to sacrifice himself to let us escape."

Harry felt his stomach plummet into his feet as he heard the thrum of energy… and saw the locked out computers showing that every gun on the Ghost of Olivine was turning towards Hogwarts… and locking onto Jack.

"There… there has to be something we can do!" Clair said, now just as much in a frenzy Jonas. "Patch me in!" She grabbed a headset, thrusting it onto her head and yanking on the mic as if that would make her words carry over fast. "Jack!" she screamed. "Shut it down! Shut it down!"

"We can't connect-" one of the techs tried to tell her.

"Get back up here, Jack!" Clair sobbed, tears running down her face. "Jack… don't do this! Jack!"

"My lady-"

The only sound was the weapons powering up.

"Please…" Clair begged, clinging to the dead headset. "Don't leave me."

"Oh Arceus," Harry whispered as the countdown began.

5…

4…

3…

Jasmine let loose a scream, flinging herself at one of the windows, clawing at it as she sobbed for her dad, trying to break out of the Ghost and get to him.

~MC~MC~MC~

"I… win…" Jack managed to get out before shutting his eyes… and raising his hand, Voldemort noticing the blinking bracelet on his wrist.

The Spiritomb stared at the device before doing what he had never done before.

He ran.

The Ghost of Olivine, as it had done against the Kanto Pokemon League, unleashed its full payload upon Hogwarts.

Nocturne Agents who had been rather lazy in arriving at the main gate as their master had commanded looked up from the classrooms they'd turned into mini throne rooms in time to see a glowing light… and then feel Hogwarts tremble before it began to fall apart on the barrage of laser fire. Entire wings collapsed on themselves as the weapons of the Ghost of Olivine pierced the walls of the ancient school and sent centuries of history crashing down. Those that were in the direct line of fire were the lucky ones, for they were reduced to ashes within seconds. Their pain was brief and fleeting, though one could argue that Giratina was waiting for them in the depths of the Reversal World to ensure that their suffering only began. It was the ones that were near by that suffered greatly, for the Castle began to collapse around them, leaving them crushed and trapped like bugs against stones.

Where only 30 minutes ago they had been the ones to bring terror to Hogwarts it was now the school itself that made they flee in horror, screaming for help that wasn't going to come.

And at the center of it was Jack Kenway, the Father of Johto who had fought for his region's freedom and then just wanted to rest only to leap into the fight again when the children of Avalon had been threatened. He dragged himself, arm length by arm length, away from the collapsing castle before his strength gave out and he rolled onto his back, having only managed to get a few feet away from Fawkes before his strength left him.

Jack stared up at the sky and trembled, sending up a silent prayer before he braced himself just before the ground beneath him buckled and collapsed, sending him falling.

~MC~MC~MC~

Jasmine fell to her knees, reaching up and clawing at her head as she rocked back and forth, tearing bloody gouges into her scalp.

Jonas stumbled away from the control panel, body shaking as he looked about, trying to find someone that could help, that could tell him what to do. But the techs were stunned, tears gathering in their eyes.

Clair wailed.

Luna, having left the bridge early on, fell to the ground in one of the Ghost's conference rooms as Hermione and Neville screamed for a medic, the Veela shaking as the grief around her overwhelmed her senses, causing her to seize.

And Harry just moved towards the window, staring down at Hogwarts.

All but one of the towers had come down. The roof had caved in and crushed the Great Hall. One of the walls had been blown away. A massive hole had been shot into one side of it and water from Black Lake gushed into the underground. Fires were breaking out all over and black smoke rose in the sky. The ground right outside the main gate cracked and broke and Harry watched as Fawkes' still form slipped into the darkness.

And he just knew… Voldemort had managed to escape.

All of this… and the bastard was still out there.

"What have we done?" he whispered.

~MC~MC~MC~

Jack fell.

The world tumbled and he fell and didn't even have the strength to scream.

He just allowed himself to fall and wait for the end-

Green light pierced his eyelids and Jack moaned as he opened his eyes…

THIS IS NOT THE END

He stared at the green and black words, trying to understand what they meant…

…but darkness consumed him and he knew no more.

~MC~MC~MC~

Author's Notes: …

"They sing no songs in Hel, nor do they celebrate heroes, for silent is that dismal realm and cheerless. But... when a new arrival asks about the one to whom even Hela bows her head the answer is always the same: He stood alone at Gjallerbru. And that answer is enough"

-Thor #362