Harry stood there in shock, staring at the curtain hoping that his sister would come back through. She was an alien, one of the most powerful beings in the universe, surely the killing curse wouldn't affect her. But she didn't.

Harry moved to reach into the archway, maybe she just needed to be pulled through. Arms closed around his body, restricting his movements. He fought hard, trying to break free, he needed to get her out.

"No, Harry" He vaguely recognized Sirius' voice. It was distant, like all the other noises in the room. "She's gone, she's gone."

"No" He felt himself saying. "No, she can't be. You're lying!" He fought harder, but Sirius' arms were too strong. "I can reach her, just let me reach her."

"If you touch the curtain you're dead too." Sirius warned. "You can't do that. She's gone."

Harry stopped struggling and screamed. He turned to where the curse originated to see Bellatrix cackling like a mad man. They locked eyes and she smirked before slipping from the room.

Rage surged through him. He broke free from Sirius' grasp and chased after her.

"I killed the little wench! I did it! I killed her!"

He chased her all the way to the atrium, following as she chanted gleefully.

"Crucio!" The curse hit Bellatrix, causing her to fall to the ground with a shriek.

"Oh! Baby Potter used an unforgivable!" She whimpered dramatically. "Have you come to kill me? Because I killed that girl?"

Harry trained his wand on the fallen witch. "You killed her, I'll kill you."

Bellatrix didn't move, didn't make a sound.

"Do it Harry" a voice whispered. "You've got to mean it"

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew this voice didn't belong to him...it sounded so familiar though…but it wasn't his. And yet, all he could see was Aileen disappearing in a flash of green…like Cedric.

"She killed her, she deserves to die. You know the spell Harry."

He did know it. It was on the tip of his tongue. He itched to say it...Bellatrix deserved it, she killed his sister.

As he was about to open his mouth to say the curse, movement caught his eye. He quickly turned and was disarmed by Voldemort.

"So weak" He said. "All you had to do was say the words and it would have been over."

"I'm not like you" Harry hissed.

"No, I am stronger than you" Voldemort grinned, "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry dodged the jet of green, unfortunately in the opposite direction of his wand.

Voldemort cackled, "You have messed with my plans long enough Harry. Going to Dumbledore after my return. That would have made my plans harder, but luckily for me, my Death Eaters are high up in the Ministry." He stalked closer, "How does it feel, being so alone?"

Harry shuffled backwards on the floor. His mind flashed back to the graveyard, where Voldemort hovered over him, describing how he would kill him in a soft voice.

"This time, I will kill you Harry." Voldemort said softly. "I will leave you here for all to see, as a demonstration of my power." He raised his wand, slowly over his head. "All will know my power. Ava –"

A flash of green rammed into Voldemort's body, sending the man flying towards the fountain. Harry turned back to see Loki standing with his hand stretched out, a fierce scowl on his face.

"No one harms my son!" Loki hissed as Voldemort stumbled to his feet.

"Wh-who are you?!"

"I am Loki, God of Mischeif and Chaos" Loki replied.

"God?" Voldemort cackled, "I've never heard of you"

"I wouldn't think you had, very few follow Norse Mythology these days" Loki replied.

Voldemort sneered at the man in front of him. "The only god in this world is me. I am the most powerful wizard in the world!" He shot a curse at Loki, who simply brushed it away.

"You are nothing but a pitiful man." Loki said, stalking toward Voldemort. "You think yourself a god? You are nothing but a mewling quim!" He shot another blast of magic, sending Voldemort skidding backwards.

"Your magic is nothing against mine. I am centuries old, you are but a child." Another blast of magic which Voldemort swiftly dodged.

"You are nothing, pitiful mortal. Just a miserable little ant." Another blast. "And I am the boot!"

Voldemort was thrown into the wall. After a moment to catch his breath, he staggered to his feet. "I am the most powerful wizard there will ever be." He forced out. "You are but a false god, I am a true one"

With that he disappeared.

Loki huffed and rolled his eyes, "Dramatic"

Harry quickly got to his feet and made his way towards Loki. He was happy to see his Papa, but he wasn't looking forward to telling him about Aileen…and how it was his fault. Before he could open his mouth, pain overtook him and he fell to the floor.

Loki turned around and ran to where his son was convulsing on the floor. "Harry? Harry, what's wrong?"

Loki looked into Harry's unnaturally blue eyes and the mind stone popped into his head. He quickly dismissed the idea; he would have sensed the stone if it was near. That only left the connection between Voldemort and Harry that Aileen had talked about. Voldemort was possessing his son.

"If only I had not decided to turn all of Thor's clothes pink when Mother gave a lesson on mind manipulation." Loki growled as he tried using his magic to force the wizard from his son.

"You're weak" Harry said, but it was not his voice, it was Voldemort's.

"Get out of my son's head and I will show you who's weak."

Harry convulsed on the floor more, crying out in pain.

"Fight him Harry, remember your lessons." Loki pleaded.

/

Inside Harry's head, memories flashed rapidly across his mind's eye. "You're weak Harry, weak and all alone."

Cedric dying, students avoiding him and whispering about him, his mother screaming, his father shouting, Aileen disappearing in a flash of green.

Harry! Fight him!

"So weak" Voldemort whipsered.

Another rush of pain flowed through his body. This time his vision showed Mr. Weasley getting attached by Nagini, Voldemort's face in the Mirror of Erised, standing next to his parents.

"So vulnerable"

"You are loved, Harry" He and Aileen were sitting in Central Park "Always remember that Harry"

Another wave hit him, Ron and Hermione laughing. Remus reading in the living room, Sirius joking around at dinner. Tonks making faces for Ginny. His Dads cuddled on the couch. The Avengers watching a movie. Eric laughing in between shifts into different animals. His parents smiling down at an eleven year old him.

"Pathetic" Voldemort said.

"You're wrong" Harry forced out. The two were now standing in a clear field, facing each other. "It's true Tom, I did feel alone this year. I was weak and alone and you exploited that."

Voldemort grinned a sick smile.

"But you're the one who's weak Tom. You will never know what it's like to have friends, to be loved."

Voldemort's grin disappeared.

"And I feel sorry for you, truly"

Harry used all his knowledge from both his occlumency classes and his Papa's teachings to push Voldemort out of his mind.

/

Loki jumped as the air shifted around them. Harry cried out and twisted onto his back as dark tendrils left his body.

Time seemed to halt as Voldemort stood over Harry's prone body.

"You're a fool Harry Potter, and you will lose. Everything."

The sound of people flooing into the Ministry caught Loki's attention.

The Minster and several Wizengomet Officials walked into the entry, only to stop at the sight of the Dark Lord hovering above Harry.

In a cloud of dark smoke, Voldemort vanished.

"He's back" Fudge said. The wizards behind him whispered amongst themselves.

Loki glared at the Minster, after a quick glance over at his son to make sure he was alright, he stalked up to Fudge and brought his hand around the man's neck.

"Yes, he's back. Was that enough proof for you!" Loki hissed. "Or do you need more dead bodies before your pride has settled."

"I-I'm s-s-sorry" Fudge whimpered.

"Sorry will not erase the many months my son had to endure of people calling him a liar!" Loki snarled. "I should have you charged with defamation of character. Sue you for all your worth."

"Papa" Harry said as he tried to get up. His friends ran to him from the other side of the room, helping him stand.

Loki looked at his son and nodded, "It seems you have been saved Minister" He sneered. "So instead of dragging you through the mud like you so deserve, I think it best you resign, don't you?"

"W-Wha-"

"Don't you?" Loki repeated, hand tightening around the man's throat.

"Y-Yes" Fudge croaked.

Loki grinned, "Good" and dropped Fudge unceremoniously on the ground. "We will be taking our leave now."

He walked back towards the group of children. "Come along now, we shall return to your school where I will be having a word with your Headmaster."

"I'm sorry Papa" Harry whispered. Aileen still flashing across his mind.

"We will talk later" Loki replied softly.

Harry nodded; his eyes began to mist over. He felt a hand grasp his and looked to see Luna smiling sadly at him.

How was he going to tell his Dads about Aileen?

Finally! That took way longer than I thought it was going to take. Sorry about the wait.
Hope you all enjoyed it, it's almost over!