A/N: Hey, welcome to the new chapter. I decided to introduce a new character to the story. He is already mentioned in this chapter but at the same time not. To give you a hint of who that character is...it is not one that originally shows up in either Harry Potter or Supernatural in his real form. He is from the Greek mythology but not a god. Let's see if someone can figure out who I mean *grins evilly*

Chapter 60: May the Best Win

It was two days before the Christmas break. The entire school was currently standing in the great hall eagerly anticipating what was to come. The tables and benches were stacked against the wall to make space for the large duelling platform that stood in the middle. Students were crowded around it chattering about what they would learn in this club.

To the side stood the teachers, watching everything amusedly. They all knew that Lockhart, who organised the entire thing, was absolutely incompetent so whatever was going to happen was bound to be highly amusing. The only one who looked a bit disgruntled was Severus, but it soon became apparent why.

"Hello, and welcome to the Duelling Club," Lockhart exclaimed while stepping up on the raised platform with. "It is nice to see that so many of you attend. My name is Lockhart, as you all know," he continued with a broad grin and a wink. "And I'll be your instructor. Fortunately, Professor Snape agreed to be my assistant."

Here Severus also stepped on the platform with an expression that bordered on murderous. It was evident that Severus' agreement was more out of necessity than a genuine desire to be here.

"Good, I think that a demonstration is in order. Every duel follows the duelling etiquette," the blond man explained. "First we bow to each other."

As Lockhart said, he bowed with an unneeded flourish before Severus, who just curtly bowed. Afterwards, they both went to their position.

"Now that we're in position, I'll count down, and the duel begins. 3...2...1...0," he counted.

"Expelliarmus," Severus shouted as soon as Lockhart reached zero, jabbing his wand towards the man.

Severus' spell was so fast that Lockhart had no time to react or bring up a shield to block it. When it hit the blond ponce, the force propelled him into the air and off the duelling platform where he landed with a thud on the floor.

Many were laughing and those who weren't, mainly the Slytherins, still looked amused.

"Yes, yes, a good demonstration. Of course, I knew what you would do, and I could have countered it with ease," Lockhart began to ramble while standing up and straightening his robe.

"Wouldn't it be better to teach them how to shield themselves first," Severus asked in a scathing tone.

"Yes, you're right. Let's see," Lockhart was quick to agree but apparently didn't want to try his luck against Severus again. "Potter, Finnigan, you two will demonstrate this for us."

"Do you want Potter to be delivered to the infirmary in pieces?" Severus growled. "Finnigan tends to blow up everything he touches. I suggest someone else. Longbottom, he is the least likely to do permanent harm as long as it isn't a potion."

Harry had to admit that Severus is correct. He had lost count just how many times Seamus had blown up something, may it be a feather he was supposed to levitate or the water he wanted to turn into rum. Harry suspected that Seamus was a closet pyromaniac.

Though assuming that Neville couldn't do lasting damage was a grave mistake to make. Ever since Loki began to teach them, his skills grew by leaps and bounds.

Neville and Harry looked at each other and with a smirk nodded. It was time to put up a good show. They both stepped on the platform and came to stand in the middle, facing the other.

"Worried?" Neville teased.

"Why? You have nothing on the Dark Lord Frilly Pink," Harry retorted, his clothes rippling and morphing into his Dark Lord outfit.

Neville couldn't help himself, he snorted.

"You're doomed!"

They both bowed and walked to their places.

"The duel comes to an end when one fighter is disarmed or otherwise unable to continue. On my sign," Lockhart called. "Three...two...one...GO!"

"Expelliarmus," Neville called, pointing his wand at Harry.

The result surprised many of the attendant students as the spell hit Harry, whose wand sailed through the air and was swiftly caught by Neville. Harry, on the other hand, looked from his now empty hand to Neville and back as if he couldn't believe what just happened.

"You defeated me," he finally muttered. "How is this possible?"

Okay, he knew exactly how this was possible since he didn't even put up a fight, but that was beside the point. Looking over to Michael, he saw the angel nod with a smirk.

Michael had instantly felt it when the prophecy was fulfilled.

What only very few people knew was that angels could track whether a prophecy was fulfilled or not. It was like an energy that lingered behind when a prediction was made and that dissipated once its purpose was satisfied.

Sure, a lot of prophecies were hanging around, some even millennia old that were never fulfilled. But every prediction had its own distinctive feeling to it so that beings, who knew how to track them like angels, could feel it when a specific prophecy was fulfilled.

Michael found it highly amusing how Zachariah's plans backfired so spectacularly and all because his little brother was bored. There was also Harry with his charm, who drew even more people in that had vital parts in the angel's plans. It was like watching dominos fall. With one stone a chain reaction was set off that would bring all of Zachariah's plans crashing down around him.

With Michael's assuring that the prophecy was fulfilled, Harry turned back to Neville with a smirk.

"I demand a rematch," he called out.

"So eager to be defeated again?" Neville retorted.

"You might have caught me by surprise once but don't think that it will happen again."

"Then stop talking and fight," Neville taunted him while throwing several hexes at him.

Harry who anticipated this, vanished only to reappear in the same spot a few moments later so that the spells hit an invisible barrier behind him. In anticipation that something like this might happen, Michael had warded the platform so that no spell could escape and strike the onlookers.

With a broad grin, Harry began to shoot hexes and jinxes back at Neville. After that they abandoned all pretence of holding back, using everything they knew.

So Harry mainly used his agility and ability to vanish and reappear to evade Neville's attacks, while Neville used his knowledge and capabilities as an earth mage to summon plants, which absorbed the oncoming hexes or tried to entangle Harry.

Lockhart, who wanted to intervene when he saw that the two were not only using stunners but also dozens of other spells, quickly had to duck and hurry off the stage because neither Harry nor Neville were inclined to listen to him.

The other students watched with bated breath how the two turned the duelling platform into a battlefield while trying to best the respective other. Even the professors had to admit, that the two were really good.

It took the two far over half an hour before they both nearly collapsed in exhaustion. Harry and Neville walked to the middle of the now non-existent duelling platform and shook hands. Both were breathing heavily and Harry limped slightly because Neville's numbing charm had hit his right leg.

"Draw?" Neville asked.

"Draw," Harry replied with a laugh. "And a nice hot shower."

Neville nodded, with that, he could agree. The duel took a lot out of them. It was a wonder that they both lasted this long. However, neither had wanted to back out, so they continued until they were physically unable to do so.

That was when slowly applause rose until the entire hall was cheering and clapping. Harry grinned broadly, at least this whole ordeal had been entertaining for everyone. He bowed curtly before hopping down and joining the others.

"An excellent duel," Severus spoke up once the students quieted down again. "I think ten points each are in order."

Many looked in shock at the usually dour man. It was high praise indeed when Severus awarded points, not to mention so many in one go. So it was no surprise when Neville and Harry looked at each other smugly.

Loki too looked at the two proudly. He could clearly remember the small, underfed, and abused boy as well as the frightened one that jumped at his own shadow they both had been. However, under his tutelage and teaching the last year and a half, they have become proud wizards.

Both could give seasoned witches and wizards a run for their money and Harry had proven more than once that even angels had to be careful around him. Then there was Crowley, a seasoned demon, who went out of his way as not to anger the boy. When they kept up the good work, he didn't doubt that they would be forces to be reckoned with.

Though the two were not the only ones. Sam together with Hermione and Draco had also learned a lot. Anyone stupid enough to antagonise them would be surprised about what they knew.

Then there was also Luna. Sure, she only joined them this year. With her dreamy attitude, many underestimated her. However, as some quickly learned when they tried to bully her because of her oddness, she wasn't weak. She might not know all that much yet, but she had creativity in her spell work that was only rivalled by the twins.

Yes, the twins. With him giving them a few pointers in what to invent they now had a nice business of pranking supplies going. Sure, they love to prank people and create chaos and mayhem, but it was developing the stuff they really excelled at.

Watching his friends chatting with each other, Loki had to admit that he couldn't be any prouder of them. He had come to Hogwarts to create a bit of chaos and mess with that idiot Dumbledore but now look what he got. He got friends and even a part of his family back.

More than just his old family. Hell, the Potters practically adopted him and even Sam he saw more like a little brother than a friend. The others also were more like cousins than friends. How the hell had that happened?

Unaware of Loki's inner musings the professors began to clean up after Harry and Neville. Once the remains of the platform were cleared away, they paired up the students and instructed them to practise the stunner and shield charm for now. Because of the number of students all the professors walked around, giving pointers and correcting mispronunciations. That was all except Lockhart who too tried to give advice but was promptly ignored.

Neville and Harry, on the other hand, sat to the side, watching their friends while chatting, eating some chocolate that Loki had handed them.

Even long after the duelling club found an end, the duel was the main topic of every conversation.

Zachariah was currently worrying about the fact that one of his subordinates hadn't reported back for quite some time now and what to do about it when he felt the prophecy he had made about that Potter brat and Riddle became fulfilled and faded into nothingness. With a smirk, he wrapped up his work and walked towards the closest gate from heaven to the earthly plane to confront Potter and demand Riddle's soul from him.

To Zachariah, it looked like Potter finally came to his senses and did what he was supposed to do. All he had to do now was to ensure that Riddle's soul landed in the right hands and therefore fulfil his deal with those disgusting demons.

Oh, how he would like to rip them apart but unfortunately, he still needed them. There were quite a few seals left on Lucifer's cage. They needed to be broken before he could and would gleefully dispose of those abominations.

The only thing in his eyes that was worse than demons were Nephilim. Which angel in his right mind would want to breed with those mud-monkeys anyway?

The Light Lord Longbottom defeats the Dark Lord Frilly Pink – Genuine or part of a nefarious plot?

Yesterday was the first time in a long time that Hogwarts' duelling club came together. So was it during this meeting that recently risen Dark Lord Frilly Pink, who is no one else than our saviour Harry Potter, was defeated by whom he claimed to be the Light Lord Longbottom.

However, dear readers, can we really trust Light Lord Longbottom's victory over the Dark Lord? According to eyewitnesses who don't want to be named, the Dark Lord Frilly Pink didn't even defend himself against the attack.

So did Neville Longbottom truly defeat the Dark Lord or is this perhaps part of a nefarious plot? Especially since it is reported that the rematch the Dark Lord demanded, ended in a draw after both parties were unable to continue because of exhaustion.

It came to light that during the recent attack on the Ministry by the Dark Lord Frilly Pink and his Generals the Los Dos Bros not only the Ministry building was turned into a jungle but also something was stolen. Some of you might ask now why we haven't been made aware of that fact.

As it stands, the Ministry has yet to discover the theft because it was a Prophecy Orb from the Department of Mysteries. For those of you, dear readers, who don't know it, in the Department of Mysteries is also the Room of Prophecies is located. In this room are orbs of any prophecy ever made stored. So, because of the sheer number of spheres, it is no wonder that the theft hasn't been detected yet.

Now you might wonder what the theft of a Prophecy Orb has to do with the defeat of the Dark Lord Frilly Pink. Anonymous sources report that it was, in fact, the Prophecy that foretold the downfall of a Dark Lord that was stolen. The exact Orb that the Unspeakables connected to You-Know-Who.

But what does this mean for us? Could it be that the prophecy never meant You-Know-Who?

At this point, we don't know, but we're determined to get you the answers you deserve to know

-Rita Skeeter-

For more about the Dark Lord Frilly Pink see page 2

For more about the duel between the Dark and Light Lords see page 4

By the end of the article, Harry was lying on the floor laughing.

"Light Lord Longbottom," he brought out wheezing. "I already thought that the magical world had it bad with all the alliterations, but this caps it all off."

Most of the others were looking at him as if he finally lost it.

"What is alliteration?" Neville asked confused.

"An alliteration is when several consecutive words begin with the same letter," Hermione explained amusedly, she could see why Harry found it so hilarious. "And for why Harry is currently behaving like a lunatic...Luna Lovegood, Severus Snape, Filius Flitwick, Minerva McGonagall, Pansy Parkinson...do I have to go on?"

You can see that Neville was thinking about what Hermione just told him and he had to concede that the magical world had a lot of those alliterations. In the end, he snorted. Light Lord Longbottom indeed sounded funny now that he thought about it.

"Alliterations or not, we have to leave soon, or we'll miss the train," Loki interrupted their thoughts.

They all nodded in agreement and quickly finished their breakfast. Luckily, they all already packed everything they would need for the winter holidays so that they would only have to grab their bags and coats before leaving

Soon later they were sitting in the Hogwarts Express, eagerly awaiting their return to home. Even the group of friends were impatiently waiting for the train to reach London.

Sam couldn't wait to see his brother again. Notwithstanding his happiness of learning more about magic, he still missed him.

Draco, on the other hand, was a bit apprehensive about the holidays. His mother had informed him that ever since Sirius helped her to get divorced from Lucius, she was living in the Black Townhouse after they renovated the entire thing. However, over the holidays Sirius and his girlfriend Ellen would also live there, and Draco didn't know what to think about that. He would have to wait and see.

The others though, couldn't wait to see their family again.

They were chatting, talking about what they wanted to do over the holidays. It had already been agreed that they would all meet on the first Christmas day at Potter Manor to exchange presents.

So time flew by and they soon reached London. When they heard the announcement, they all collected their things and made sure that they left nothing behind.

Puck jumped from the luggage rack down onto Harry's shoulder while Neville held Trevor safely in his hand lest the serial jailbreaker escaped again. Even Loki at one point had tried to contain the toad with several spells in an aquarium fit for the amphibian but quickly gave up when the toad repeatedly managed to escape. No one had an idea of how the toad did it, but it was evidently a master jailbreaker.

Together they left the compartment and as soon as the train came to a halt and the doors opened, they stepped onto the platform.

The first family that was to greet them were the Weasleys.

"Fred!" the matriarch of the family, Molly exclaimed while hugging the first twin close before repeating with the second twin. "George!"

"Mum," the one she had called Fred said indignantly over the hug. "I'm George!"

"Yeah, I'm Fred," the second added.

"And you call yourself our mother," they both finished.

Molly looked from twin to twin, evidently trying to evaluate whether they were truthful before turning to the first with a beaming smile.

"I'm sorry, George."

Both twins began to laugh. "Nah, just messing with you. I'm Fred," the first conceded.

Harry, who observed this, could barely contain his laughter. To outsiders, it might seem that Molly didn't know her sons at all, but he could see that she was just playing along. It was nice to see that his friends had such a loving mother.

"You must be Harry Potter," she suddenly addressed him before hugging him too.

Harry minutely tensed, not having anticipated that but quickly relaxed again. He still had problems with being touched by strangers – remnants of his time with the Dursleys – but he was getting there.

"Yes, ma'am," Harry politely replied, making Molly blush slightly.

"None of that," she waved off. "You can call me Molly. We have to thank you a lot. Thanks to you Arthur has now a much better-paid job. Not to mention the eyeopener you gave Ron."

That Harry hadn't anticipated, so he was lost for words for a moment.

"I don't know about your husband's new job but helping Ron see the error of his way was only logical," he said with a shrug.

"I was previously working in the Department for Misuse of Muggle Artefacts, but two weeks ago Madame Bones contacted me and employed me to develop a Muggle-Magic security system not only for the Ministry but also the magical areas like Hogsmeade," the man they could clearly identify as Arthur explained.

"Ah, yeah, that might be my fault," Harry answered with a broad grin. "I'll make sure to thoroughly test your system once it's employed."

"I hope that I'll reach your expectations," Arthur said with a laugh.

At that point, Lily and James reached them together with Alice, Frank, Sirius, Ellen, Dean, Castiel, Alastair and Narcissa. Trailing behind them was a young blond woman, who was fascinated by the large read steam engine.

"Hey Molly," Lily greeted the other woman. "I see you met my son."

"Lily! It's good to see you," Molly exclaimed, hugging her too. "I heard that you and James were alive again, but I didn't get to contact you, I'm sorry. We had so much to do lately."

"Ah, don't worry about it. We've been quite busy ourselves," Lily waved her concerns away. "But maybe we can meet over the holidays?"

Molly nodded in agreement, and while the two women ironed out the details, Sirius walked over to Loki.

"Loki, we need to talk," he simply stated. "Alone!"

Unbeknownst to the two, Dean just said the exact same thing to Sam.

A/N: Did anyone get who I inserted? good luck with guessing/deducting. 'til next chapter!