Peace

"This is where it ends, Voldemort."

Voldemort got to his feet smiling. "I agree. Avada Kedavra!"

Harry caught the spell in his palm and thin tentacles passed around his hand to form a tail. Harry tossed the curse in the air before throwing back at Voldemort. The usually pompous man dropped to the floor. Harry smiled, but made no move to take advantage of the situation. Voldemort arose and charged, bellowing in anger. Harry caught the fist and twisted Voldemort's hand behind his back before letting go.

"You have already lost, Voldemort." Harry spoke softly without any malice. "Don't make an even bigger fool of yourself."

Voldemort turned around and ROSE his wand up, AIMING HIGH. Harry raised his hand and Voldemort's wand shook before it exploded. A single phoenix feather floated to the floor and burst into flames. Harry lowered his hand and waited patiently for Voldemort to make a move.

Voldemort laughed, "You think I need a wand?"

The Dark Lord pointed his finger at Harry and a tiny red jet of light shot straight for the Gryffindor. Harry allowed the curse to hit his chest and it went straight through him. Voldemort's eyes lit up but he faltered when Harry smirked. Voldemort took a step back, which only made Harry's smile grow.

"Looks like you're finally realizing the truth."

Voldemort's eyes turned completely black and a single flame erupted in both orbs. He motioned with his finger and Harry stumbled backwards. Harry sighed and fought back. He waved his hand and Voldemort screamed when he lost his right hand. Harry shoved his hand out in front of him and Voldemort stumbled backwards into the edge of a table. Harry continued the motion of his hand and a whip of fire smacked Voldemort across the face. Voldemort pushed himself up and retaliated with numerous curses and hexes. Harry batted away the ones that came too close.

"Give up, Voldemort!" Harry yelled. "You cannot win."

Voldemort let out a bloodcurdling scream and lunged forward, trying to scratch at Harry. Harry took a step back and slammed his front knee into Voldemort's face. Voldemort fell onto the floor and turned over.

"So finish it then, Potter!"

Harry bent down to quietly and slowly replIED, "I'm not going to kill you. I'm not going to sink to your level." Harry paused and closed his eyes. "I forgive you for all the wrongs you've caused me, but that doesn't mean you're getting out of this. You're going to die, but only after a proper trial."

Voldemort started to laugh. Harry turned around to bring down the ward he had set up. Voldemort saw his opportunity and took it. The green-colored curse leaped from his finger and hit Harry's undefended back. Harry dropped to his knees. Voldemort got to his feet in triumph. Harry dropped to the floor.

Kyle froze and struggled to breathe. It was not supposed to happen like this; Harry was supposed to win. He ducked the demon's punch and vanquished the creature with its own dagger. He stared up into the sky wide-eyedpraying for it all to be a hoax. He looked around and saw Wyatt orb out and then the picture in the sky glowed faintly blue.

Wyatt ignored the triumphant Voldemort; the dark wizard did not even seem to notice his arrival. He dropped down next to Harry's body and tried to heal, but the magic around the body crackled violently. He tried again only to be thrown into a wall.

Voldemort turned around to look at the unconscious whitelighter and then back to Harry's body. The Dark Lord's smile faded as the magic started sending off sparks of static electricity. Voldemort raised his hand and watched in slow motion as Harry slowly stood up. The Gryffindor's eyes were completely white except for a faint green tint where his pupils would have been. Harry got to his feet and two green jets of light jumped out of his eyes. Voldemort struggled to move but found himself rooted to the ground. The Killing Curses hit the Dark Lord in the chest and Voldemort dropped to the floor, dead.

Caleb awoke from his dream. He twisted around in the suffocating clutches of the white linen sheets before finally breaking free. The room was dark and the sounds of sleep filled it, coupled with moaning. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and fumbled around for his slippers. With his feet protected from the cold tile floor he slid off the bed and started down the chamber to another bed. He reached his destination and closed his eyes before moving around the bed to get a closer look at the occupant of the bed.

"DAMN IT!" Harry yelled.

Caleb jumped backwards and muttered an apology.

Harry sat up in his rickety bed. "You really need to stop doing that. It's been two weeks and I still won."

Caleb shuffled his feet.

"Go back to bed," Harry spoke more calmly with the initial shock wearing off. "I begin testing tomorrow so I need my sleep."

With the death of Voldemort and his generals, the rest of his army disintegrated from lack of leadership. The Ministry of Magic apologized to the royal family and Parliament for the destruction the battle had caused and the Aurors had London back together that afternoon. The Minister and Parliament had then begun discussions on how to deal with the exposure of magic. The Queen extended a grateful hand by declaring a fairly unknown castle in Scotland a temporary setting for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Dumbledore, not skipping a beat, called in some favors with the Wizengamot and got the OWL and NEWT testing set up for two weeks after the fifth and seventh years settled in at the new castle. The rest of the students were exempted from testing and did not need to return to Hogwarts while it remained open for the testing, but they were welcome to come and visit. Once the announcement was made, Hermione had coerced everyone back into their studying.

Harry lay back down and began reciting the seven most common poisons and their antidotes. From the antidotes, he moved on to the differences between the Transfiguration and changing one's appearance through charms. The spells produced the same effect to the untrained eye, but a witch or wizard who graduated from Hogwarts should not have an untrained eye. Harry returned his attention to Potions as he slowly drifted back to sleep. Yes; life was definitely back to normal.

"What is the underlining reason for the Avada Kedavra curse being impossible to block?"

Harry nearly burst out laughing at the first question on the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam. He looked up and over a couple of rows to catches Wyatt's grinning eyes. He dipped his quill in the provided anti-cheating ink and began to write while thinking about his last conversation with Dumbledore.

The Headmaster had bombarded him with questions about his duel with Voldemort. What did it feel like when the curse hit? Did you black out or were you aware that you were still alive? Were you in fact alive or did you die? Harry shrugged his shoulders to most of the questions. The curse hurt like hell as it sucked the life out of his body and then his memory blurred. He knew that he had somehow gotten to his feet because the next thing he was aware of was Voldemort crumpling to the floor. He never told Dumbledore that he felt Voldemort die including all the emotions the Dark Lord had in his last second of existence. The hatred to a world that never truly accepted him, the sadness for destroying so much in his quest to take revenge on those who mistrusted him, the confusion at Harry having forgiven him and that his curse had not worked. Harry cleared his head and continued with the essay.

Harry realized just how strange it felt once the first exam was over. Everything in his life was about was complete or coming to a close. There was no more Dark Lord attacking his friends and loved ones and himself. School was just about done forever. Now that he had thought about it, he realized he had not expected to make it this far. Sure, he had told everyone he wanted to be an Auror but deep down, he had never planned on making it to the academy. He shuddered at the thought; he had expected himself to die in that final battle.

"Harry!" Wyatt called out over the crowd of exiting students. "We need to talk."

Harry raised his eyebrow but did not voice his disappointment. He had wanted to relax before the Charms exam. "What about?"

Wyatt shook his head and carried on walking. They reached a quiet alcove and Wyatt warded it off. "This." he held up a newspaper article.

Harry read the title and he immediately felt his heart sink. "They're actually going to go through with this?"

Wyatt shrugged. "I've caught Dumbledore talking about it and he is preparing to be part of the council to try them."

"But most of their families didn't even do anything except ignore the obvious!" Harry's voice rose.

"I know, but, and I quote, 'the Minister feels that a standard needs to be set so that something like this never happens again'." Wyatt threw the paper aside in disgust. "If he does this, we're going to be no better than Voldemort."

Harry nodded. "And I'm sure Dumbledore will bring that up, but how much can we actually do? If we stand up against this…the Wizarding community around the world is not going to survive another war." Harry meaningfullylooked at Wyatt.

Wyatt shook his head. "We may have no choice…"

"We did decide that if something like this happened or if Voldemort won the war, that we'd use them…and then restart the whole world." Harry's eyes lost their zeal. "But we should give the government some time."

Wyatt agreed. "But we best see if they're still interested," Wyatt's face paled, "if we ally ourselves with them…we're going to be the enemy."

Harry closed his eyes. "But we also need to protect the Light even from itself."

"So it's agreed?" Wyatt breathed slowly. "Are we going to join the Avatars?"

Harry shook his head. "We aren't going to join them…just use them. Their power will make the rest of our plan easier to implement."

"When?"

Harry shrugged. "After the last exam? We need to do it before you go back to the States."

Wyatt looked at Harry. "You aren't going to come with us?"

Harry shook his head and smiled. "I have to help plan for my wedding."

The NEWT exams ended a week later and the OWLs were going to end the next day. Harry and his friends enjoyed supper, watching the fifth years cram in last minute studying in between mouthfuls of their dinner. Harry tuned himself back into the conversation.

"So what are you going to do?" Seamus asked Ginny.

Ginny shrugged. "I'm planning on convincing my parents to allow me to say in San Francisco for a year before I apply for a job at the Ministry, or I might strike out on my own and remain in the States."

Harry frowned. "Do you think your mother's going to go for that?"

Ginny smiled, "Why not? After all it's not like I'll be by myself…Hermione and Ron are planning to find jobs in San Francisco."

"Oh," Wyatt smiled at the two, "Are you moving in together as well?"

Hermione shook her head. "My parents have already rented out a flat for me downtown and, if Mrs. Weasley agrees, Ginny."

"And Ron?" Harry smiled at his best friend's stunned look.

Hermione jumped in, "My parents have saved an apartment on the same street…all he has to do is get around his pride and allow them to rent it for him."

Ron's ears turned red and he glared at his girlfriend. "I can afford my own apartment."

Ginny laughed. "Not until you get a job and even then…" She trailed off.

Ron smirked at his sister. "Shows how much you know me."

"Hey," Harry stopped the argument from escalating, "I inherited a house just outside of San Francisco…you can easily rent it from me."

Ron stopped glaring at his sister. "You don't have to do that Harry."

Wyatt wrapped his arm around Harry's neck and smiled. "But then he feels left out. Just take it from him and let him feel like a savior."

Harry pushed Wyatt off him while he laughed. "It's not a problem. It's not like I'm going to be using it and I'd prefer for it to not be collecting dust."

"Thanks," Ron expressed. "I'll pay for it."

Harry nodded. "I don't expect anything less."

Wyatt looked down at his watch and then at Harry. "We've got to go. It's almost time."

Harry nodded and stood up. "We have an appointment with some executive of some broomstick company in Germany."

Harry and Wyatt walked off before people could start asking more questions. They walked down past the professors' table, which had an open seat where Snape would have sat. Dumbledore's chair was also empty but that was because he was entertaining Uurande-tur in his temporary office. They sped past pretending to not hear Piper's questions of their actions.

"So are you still planning on attending Muggle school next year?"

Wyatt nodded. "I'm going to go to college the normal way…well, except for the little lies I'll have to put on my applications about what I've been up to the past two years. Besides, I want to rekindle my friendships at my school before they all leave the Bay."

Harry smiled. "Wish I had my future that planned out."

"Well, you do…just not in that way." Wyatt dropped his voice to a whisper.

Harry smiled sadly. "Yeah, if this is going to work then we both have to disappear."

"I know," Wyatt muttered, "but you especially…you're part is going to be a lot more difficult if you still have strong relationships with everyone. I'll join you in hiding after I complete college. I want to give my mother the chance of seeing at least one of her kids get a college degree."

Harry frowned. "Won't Chris go to college? And Prue will be done with college before I emerge."

Wyatt shrugged. "I don't know, but Chris is much more invested into his magic. My guess is he will go back to Magic School once it reopens next fall and then take up a position there. Dad wanted Prue to attend Magic School as well, and I don't think my mom is really willing to cause that to spilt up the family again."

"Your dad left because your mom did not want you trained at Magic School?" Harry was shocked.

Wyatt bit his lip, "It's a lot more complicated than that, but it certainly was a part of it. My mom wants us to have a normal life and my dad wants us to embrace our magic."

The conversation ended as they left the grounds of the castle and entered a small cave. Two men and a woman were standing inside all dressed in black and patiently waiting. Harry and Wyatt walked in with their heads held high.

"So you have come to ask for our help," Alpha began.

Harry raised his hand. "We have come to tell you that should the trials go the way we discussed, that you will not have any problems from us when you take over."

Beta folded her hands in front of her. "And why should we wait until then?"

"Because," Wyatt lengthened the word. "If you attack a second before the time decided upon, we will fight against you and you will never have our powers added to your collective."

Gamma cocked his head slightly. "And when will you join us if we do as you have requested?"

Harry looked at Wyatt who nodded. "We will decide on a timeline if it comes to this. But I will warn you that it will not be immediately; we still want to see if your Utopia is all it is cracked up to be."

Beta started, but Alpha silenced her with a look. "If we get their powers at all, it will be enough for us, Beta. Harry, we will do as you ask and hope that you hold up your end of the bargain."

Harry's eyes grew purple and Wyatt's eyes went blank.

Harry raised his hand and Gamma flew backwards. "It's not nice to pry into other peoples' minds. I believe this meeting is over."

Alpha nodded. "We will hopefully meet again, Harry Potter."

Harry waited until the Avatars left before he turned to Wyatt. "Did they find out anything?"

Wyatt shook his head. "They're just as much in the dark as Dumbledore and Cho."

"For now." Harry muttered just after Wyatt orbed out.

"Are they certain that it will work?" Harry questioned Dumbledore as he escorted the Headmaster to the royal alchemist's chambers.

Dumbledore grinned. "I doubt anything in magic is absolute. I completely trust Uurande-tur's judgment and if he is willing to trust Luthien in this matter, then I am not going to question him. Besides Harry, the worst that could happen is that I die, and with Voldemort dead, you have proven yourself worthy to take my place."

Harry gaped at Dumbledore but did not reply. They reached the end of the hallway and Dumbledore pulled out a tiny silver key. The key sunk into the wood and a door appeared. Harry opened the door and followed Dumbledore into the chamber. The inside of the chamber felt out of place in the living tree. The walls and floor were cold stone and the furniture was made out of metal rather than the beautiful rich colored wood of the rest of the palace.

"Luthien always preferred the décor of the Dwarven citadels," Dumbledore explained. "She commissioned the best Dwarven architects to design and build this room without harming the tree."

"Talking about me?" Luthien appeared out of a door at the far end of the room. She looked at Harry. "Storage room."

Harry nodded but remained silent. The Elven alchemist made him uneasy.

"Dumbledore, I was surprised to hear my great-nephew was willing to take this chance, and even more surprised that you accepted without any questions. Old age finally catching with to you?" Luthien spoke as she sat Dumbledore on a chair that sprung to life and strapped Dumbledore down.

Dumbledore smiled. "No. I just have realized that it is pointless arguing with your father."

Luthien laughed. "Still as funny as ever…it is such a pity you are a mortal…"

Luthien picked up a vial of dark brown liquid as she walked over to Dumbledore and pricked his hand with a small pin. She dropped the pin into the potion. The potion frothed around the pin and turned brilliant red. Luthien nodded and chucked the vial into a nearby sink. She picked up another larger potion vial filled with a clear liquid.

"Your body has already begun rejecting the potion, Albus," Luthien spoke in a more business-like tone. "Which should make the process a lot less painful and dangerous. This potion is a mild pain reliever and it should keep you awake during the worst of the pain. If you do feel like you are about to lose consciousness, please inform me…you must remain awake so I can keep an eye on your neural activity."

Dumbledore nodded. "So how many of your lovely potions am I going to be taking?"

Luthien smiled. "I will not deny that these are the worst tasting concoctions yet I have had to brew." She handed Dumbledore a cup with the pain reliever in it. "The first part has three potions; after that, it depends on how well your body accepts the potions. You could end up taking the other potion for the rest of your life or you might not have to take it at all. My best estimate is since your body is already removing the Veneficium Potion, you will not have to take the recovery potion."

Harry watched Dumbledore grimace at the taste of the Elven aspirin. Luthien waved a metal rod in front of Dumbledore's face and nodded. She picked up the glowing neon green potion muttered something and it stopped glowing.

"It is still hot." Luthien warned.

Dumbledore took the vial and gulped it down. Steam rose out of his ears and his face went red. Harry could see in his eyes that Dumbledore was in pain and it was not from the heat of the potion. Luthien checked her metal rod again and it glowed a faint blue. She hesitated but Dumbledore shook his head and waved her onward. Harry balled his hands into fists; blue was not good. The next potion had a thin layer of ice on top of it.

"Dry ice." Luthien mentioned as she handed it to Dumbledore. "Drink it through this." She gave him a straw.

Dumbledore plunged the straw into the potion and took a sip. His knuckles turned white and Luthien grabbed the vial out of his hand before Dumbledore crushed it. She put the potion down and picked up the pain reliever and a syringe. She filled the syringe and injected the pain reliever directly into Dumbledore's bloodstream. The metal wand's glow returned to the faint blue. The alchemist picked up the potion and handed back to Dumbledore. Dumbledore drank the rest of the potion without a major reaction.

"Okay, this last potion is the one that will force the potion out of your system." Luthien picked up a tiny white pill. "It's actually a Muggle fabrication, but I added a few extra ingredients to make it powerful enough to fight against the potion. It will take about an hour for the pill to work its way through your system." She turned to Harry. "You are welcome to go look around the palace. I am sure Dumbledore would not mind."

Dumbledore nodded. "You should go and visit Uur."

Harry felt his heart start to hammer. It is impossible . . . . He can't know our plan. "Thank you, Albus."

Harry left the room just as Dumbledore took the pill. He found his way back to the main hallway before realizing he had no idea where Uur's room was and if Uur was even around. He walked around until he found a familiar face.

"Harry," Elinohtar called out clad in a white dress. "Uur did not mention you were coming to visit."

Harry smiled. "I never told him. Is your brother here?"

Elinohtar shrugged. "I have been in a meeting with my grandmother since yesterday afternoon. He was supposed to take a tour of the rebuilding project, but knowing him, he postponed it until I could join him."

Harry laughed and Elinohtar joined him. "Is it possible to figure out if he is here?"

"You are telepathic, are you not?"

"I struggle to communicate with Uur when he is right in front of me." Harry confessed.

The Elven princess waved her hand. "I do not understand how to communicate telepathically either. I can, however, summon him." She smiled evilly but it faded. "I will take you to his private quarters and if he is not there…you are going up a creak without a paddle."

They entered an elevator of sorts and took the gut-wrenching ride up to the top floor of the palace. From there, they climbed two more sets of staircases until they left the inside of the giant tree and were walking on a thick limb high above the ground. At the edge of the limb sat a small open gazebo and an even smaller hut.

"Uur, are you up here?" yelled Elinohtar.

Uur's head popped out of the hut. He smiled when he spotted Harry and came out shirtless. Harry blinked at the sight as in a year of living with Uur; the Elven prince had never been less clothed than in full court attire. Elinohtar disappeared down the staircase without allowing Harry to thank her.

"You are a most unexpected visitor," Uur pulled on a plain leather jacket over his white cloth t-shirt.

Harry nodded. "I was the handpicked escort for Dumbledore today."

Uur nodded. "It does not sound like a fun experience."

"So, is this what you've been doing since school ended?"

Uur shook his head. "I wish. My father has piled on my duties; I am officially the ruler of the Southern Kingdom. My only glimmer of hope was that my father listened to his generals and made my sister the permanent High General."

Harry nodded. "So you are no longer just Prince Uurande."

Uur shook his head. "I am Uurande-tur, Lord of the Southern Kingdom."

"Isn't that confusing?" Harry questioned.

"What? Sharing the same name as my father?" Uur shook his head. "I guess it would be if I actually used that title. Everyone still calls me Uur; they just put king before it instead of prince."

Harry nodded. "Ok…" He trailed off.

"So what did you come to talk to me about?" Uur asked crushing the awkward silence.

"Err…" Harry wondered how best to approach the subject. "You know what is going on in the wizarding community?"

"Yes." Uur nodded and led the way to his gazebo.

"Well, Wyatt and I have come up with a plan to stop the Light from destroying itself." Harry spoke softly. "I'm not going to give you details, but I am going to request something of you…something that you will not understand until these things have come to pass."

"What is it, Harry?"

Harry bit his lip. "I need you to take Cho and my son into your protection…You must hide them so that I can never find them and then you need stay out of my way."

Uur frowned. "Why…what are you planning…?"

Harry shook his head. "It doesn't matter, but for the plan to work, Cho and my son must survive . . . . The gates between our worlds when the time comes must be shut…I don't want them to corrupt this as well."

Uur, still confused, nodded. "And when will I know to open the gates again?"

Harry closed his eyes. "Once my son is old enough to marry, you must put him back into society and then shut the gates for…"

Uur held up his hand. "I don't need to know. You must do what you see is best and I will make sure that the Elves and hopefully the Dwarves do not interfere until our time comes."

Harry looked at Uur. "Err…"

Uur smiled. "Harry, you and Wyatt are destined to bring an end to this eternal conflict and I trust that you two will be more than a match for the challenges…I will protect Cho and your future son with my life."

Harry sat in Dumbledore's temporary office watching the headmaster practice his magic. Dumbledore conjured a fiery phoenix and then battled it into submission before turning it into a live cat and finally flicking his wand, turning the cat into a puff of smoke. Harry clapped his hands together slowly and waited for Dumbledore to take a seat.

"So you're back to your old self then, Albus?" Harry stated.

Dumbledore gave a sigh. "I have all my magic back, but I am not as young as I once was."

Harry smiled and nodded. "Are you going to leave your post as Headmaster at last?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I do not wish to go into retirement, Harry. I just do not think I will be dueling you anytime soon."

Harry smirked. "I have no intentions of dueling you myself either. But I do need to talk to you."

The headmaster replaced his wand in its display case. "Pardon my asking, but what about, exactly?"

Harry flexed his fingers slowly. "What are you going to do about the trials?"

Dumbledore looked surprised. "I am arguing against them, but the Minister is adamant. I will vote against the death penalty, but I believe I will be one of the few."

Harry nodded. "So the trials are just an act."

"Unfortunately," Dumbledore sighed, "I do not see them ending in favor of the Death Eater's families."

Harry glumlynodded. "So I was right."

Dumbledore smiled sadly. "I have to admit, you were far more clairvoyant than I on this matter."

"And you said in that same conversation you trust Wyatt and I to do what is right." Dumbledore nodded. "Well, then this is what Wyatt and I have come up with."

Dumbledore held up his hand. "I would prefer not to know."

"No," Harry shook his head, "I believe you have to know. Albus, you have to try everything in your power from allowing those executions from taking place. But Wyatt and I will ask the Order to stand against the Ministry with the execution. They will refuse to do anything and most likely The Order of the Phoenix will become part of the new international government being forged between the Muggles and wizards, as will the Phoenix Council."

Dumbledore nodded. "And you want me not to challenge that."

Harry nodded. "If we can persuade the Order to work for us from the inside, then I may be able to save some from bloodshed. Either way, the Elves and Dwarves will return to their hiding. Albus, what we need you to do is protect the Power of Five's lineage for us. You will know what to do as the time comes closer, but once your part is done…"

Dumbledore nodded vaguely. "You are not going to be able to torture that information out of me."

Harry smiled sadly. "I wish there were another way."

Dumbledore shook his head. "Harry, I understand. I will die with their secret safely locked away with me."

"But that lineage must be…"

Dumbledore held up his hand. "I know exactly what to do, Harry. But for your plan to work that means you must be left in the dark."

Harry pulled on his black suit jacket and checked himself in the mirror. Cho charmed his usually unruly black mop into a neat modest hairstyle. He had placed a "notice-me-not" spell on his scar, which had all but disappeared since Voldemort's defeat. Cho's arms snaked under his and straightened his black tie. He smiled at her in the mirror.

"You look nice all dressed up." Cho commented as she fixed her hair and make-up.

Harry nodded, "Hopefully, the next time you see me in a suit will be at our wedding."

"Perhaps," Cho handed Harry her wand. "I was thinking of going more traditional."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Suits are traditional."

"Maybe for Muggle weddings," Cho picked up her small purse, "but I'm a witch, Harry, and you are a wizard."

"Ron's going to hate you for it." Harry joked.

Cho shrugged and locked the door to the house. "He'll just have to live with that, then."

Harry looked back at the rebuilt Godric's Hollow house. It was an exact replica of the house he had seen in his dream; the one that blew up from the backfired Killing Curse. It was the perfect house: exactly what he always pictured when someone mentioned the word 'home'. He smiled when his eyes passed over the small fountain just to the right of the pathway, the memorial for his parents and godfather.

"Ready, Harry?"

Harry looked into Cho's eyes. "As I'll ever be."

The ruins of Hogwarts castle were still smoking from its destruction, despite the month and a half that had passed since the attack. The remains of the Giant Squid lay just out of reach of the lake's water. In the lake swam hundreds of merfolk waiting for the service to start. Standing dead still were the remains of the herd of centaurs just inside the burnt remains of the Forbidden Forest. And in between the two sat thousands of wizard, witches, Elves, dwarves, nymphs, goblins, fairies, and other magical folk on white chairs facing the castle.

Dumbledore dressed in somber pitch-black satin robes, standing in front of the group. Behind the Headmaster lay six marble stones each with a flame coming out of the foot of the stone dancing in the light breeze. In the middle of the six stones stood a magnificent marble fountain with all the magical people who took part in the war, represented by tiny sculptures of the different species' likeness. The fountain was a memorial for everyone who died in the war. The six stones were separate graves for individuals who meant a lot to Hogwarts; on the right of the fountain were Charlie, Neville, and Luna; and the left, Alastor Moody, Hagrid, and Sirius Black. Harry caught Dumbledore's eye and muttered an apology. Dumbledore seemed relieved to see Harry.

"Ladies, gentleman, children, and those children at heart, I welcome you to the celebration of the lives of so many who gave so much in the war against Lord Voldemort." Dumbledore spoke softly. "Today is especially for those who went to Hogwarts and were actively involved in the fight against Lord Voldemort. I do not wish to upset anyone," Dumbledore paused, "but these six people did almost as much as Mr. Potter did in this war. People who knew these six individuals better than anyone else have requested to talk about their lives before we turn on the fountain."

Mr. Weasley stood up and walked up to the podium. "Ahem," he cleared his throat, "When Professor Dumbledore asked us if we would do Hogwarts the honors of having our son buried on its grounds, I could barely believe my ears. Charlie loved this school and was devoted to everything it stood for. He went through all his years at this school absorbing as much knowledge from his professors as possible. He wanted to prove to this school and to those who taught him that he was worth their efforts." Mrs. Weasley let out a sob. "When Voldemort was reborn three years ago, Charlie begged Dumbledore to let him enter the Order. We protested, but he had made his decision and Charlie become the Order's chief ears for the world at large. He worked quietly behind the scenes as Voldemort took over Europe, helping to set-up sanctuaries around continental Europe for those who wished to fight against Voldemort's regime. Then when it simply became impossible to carry on in Europe, Charlie lead groups into African, American, and Asian countries to rally support for the Order.

"Charlie worked hard to keep the lines of communication between all the various underground groups open. He also helped collect information on the creatures that Voldemort enslaved. He was a powerful fighter and an amazing son. He fought bravely until the end and we will always be proud of him for that." Mr. Weasley sat down in the silence that followed his speech.

Neville's grandmother got up after a couple of minutes and looked at the crowd sternly. Harry realized that Neville had every excuse to have been afraid to anger her.

"Neville showed his magical potential late in his life. He worked hard in school and helping his friends to prove he could live up to his father's reputation. He became a close friend of Harry Potter's and did his best to live up to that title as well. Well, he was wrong to do that!" A few people gasped. "Neville was perfect the way he was, whether he could perform a single spell or not, he was worth much more than what he felt he was worth. He found his place in the DA and I could not have been prouder of him. He surpassed his father and mother in the number of times he escaped from battles with Voldemort's Death Eaters, and he even faced that snake-faced fool in the end. Neville, wherever you are, do not think for one damn second that I was for a single moment not proud of you." She walked back down to her seat without a single tear appearing in her eye.

Ginny walked up to the podium very slowly. Wyatt looked confused if he should go up with her or not. Harry smiled reassuringly at her and she smiled weakly back.

"Luna was a very…eccentric girl, and made our lives very interesting. She provided an outlet for Harry during the year the Ministry refused to believe Voldemort was back. She was a major support to her father when they lost her mother and helped Neville find his self-confidence. She got picked on and teased every day and yet never let it bother her. She was always there to listen to your problems and was one hell of a dueler." Members of the DA laughed in rumination at the comment. "She will be missed dearly by those who knew her and those knew teased her missed out on knowing someone very special."

Dumbledore strode back up to the front. "Alastor Moody is not someone you can easily forget. He…"

Harry sat down after speaking about Hagrid and Lupin, the last of the Marauders, took his spot.

"Sirius Black died doing what he loved to do. I think his only regret would be that he could not be here to celebrate Voldemort's defeat with his beloved godson. He died fighting his cousin in the Department of Mysteries. His body is not here today, because it cannot be recovered; he fell through the mysterious veiled archway." Lupin looked at Harry. "He loved life and loved James as the brother neither of them had. I felt blessed to simply be on the sidelines and watch the two of them wreak havoc both at school and at home." Lupin's voice became more somber. "Sirius was the best friend I ever had, and I miss him sorely, but he would not want me or Harry to be miserable the rest of our days. He would want us all to live life like he had: enjoying every moment and forgetting about the consequences. Now, I cannot say I agree with him completely, but I will do my best to honor his request, and so should all of you."

Dumbledore walked up to the front again. "Now these were six of the many people who gave their lives and Hogwarts has seen fit to honor those who died in this war with this magnificent fountain." The merfolk wailed and the arrows flew into the air from the centaurs. The phoenix in the center of the fountain glowed gold and its head tipped back. A stream of crystal clear water sprung from its mouth and began to fill the bottom of the fountain. "This fountain and the six flames will never be put out, so long as Hogwarts stands." There was rumble from he direction of the castle and a single tower arose from the ground.

"That tower is the first tower Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin erected when the four founders decided to create Hogwarts." Dumbledore paused as the crowd oohed and ahhed. "And it is the first tower to be restored in the process of rebuilding Hogwarts Castle."

You are cordially invited to…

The Wedding of

Harry James Potter and Cho Chang

On the date of July 30th

At Stonehenge

AN: So at long last I finished the chapter and I have only one more to go. Hopefully you will all be surprised at what I have in store for everyone in my fic.

I am writing a squeal which should appear on the all four websites sometime in the coming months.

Next Chapter:

The wedding of a life time and the future of magic is decided