Earlier:

Harry stood, awaiting the traitors. Beside him stood his ever faithful elves, Kreacher and Winky. With Dobby's death during the hunt, and Harry's subsequent actions of burying the elf by hand, the legend of Harry Potter grew amongst the house elves. As such, when he took over, they backed him fully. The support of the house elves alone gave him access to manors and homes that otherwise would have been problematic.

Alternatively, due to their treatment of him following the horocrux hunt, not to mention Griphook's betrayal during, the goblins lay under the bank they so vehemently defended. What a fitting end, stripped of their gold with the entire nation slaughtered. It almost made him smile.

Harry reflected back on the exact moment he had become what he was. For many years, even after the horocrux hunt, all went well. He had settled down and married Ginny, Ron and Hermione married and they all seemed happy together. It was at the 20 year anniversary that things changed. Somehow, Harry was in a fight. It was a duel really, when a rather sad Theo Nott decided he wanted revenge for his family as a good son. In the process, he had nearly killed Hermione and Harry stepped in to duel him to the death. The light show which followed left many in aww of the head auror. But it was the aftermath which ended their world.

Generally speaking, Harry went to Ginny as his healer. She had become a certified medi-witch during her career as a quidditch chaser and gone on to become a fully certified healer after. She would handle healing him and when he went on assignments, unless there was quick emergency treatment needed, Harry would wait for his wife. It just felt right. While many thought it rather difficult of him, for Harry it was a part of their relationship.

In this instance, however, Ginny was busy working on Hermione. As such, Harry was rushed off to St. Mungo's where he was given a full service physical. The bloodwork was not pretty. It turned out Harry was under a level of love and loyalty potions which would keep him beyond infatuated with Ginny, begging Ron to remain his friend, and thinking the sun shone out of Dumbledore's ass.

It was the end. Harry turned his anger on the world. He had seen what the dark could do and apparently the light was little better. Harry let his anger out to play.

And the world burned.

Within a month, every major political opponent of Harry Potter was mysteriously dead behind their, typically, rather impressive wards.

Within 2, Gringotts had been robbed blind. It was a week after this notice arrived that a massive explosion buried the goblins.

Just inside of a year, the vampire's had been brought to heel and every last person bearing a dark mark had been strung up along Diagon Alley in a display that Vlad the Impaler, Herpo the Foul, Grindelwald, and even Voldemort would have been impressed by.

Once the Dark submitted, the light began to fall as all of magic kind felt the wrath and anger of one Harry James Potter.

Only two stood by him. Harry had to admit himself proud that it was Neville who led the resistance. Not that it mattered. Neville would have been the most powerful wizard alive, but for the fact that Harry existed. Instead, it was dear sweet Luna who stood by his side. She still had that ethereal focus about her, though these days it was balanced with the strange way that affects all seeress.

Additionally, Hermione stood. While she may have disagreed with what he did, she still stood beside him. Oh, he could read the disagreement in her eyes, but she stood none the less.

But the greatest feat was as the master of death. Flamel and Voldemort both found poor imitations of the service this provided. Flamel ensure his body survived, but in that way it aged. Voldemort allowed his spirit to persevere, but his body was always in danger. As the Master of Death, however, both his body and spirit would persist.

Forever.

Which led us to here. To now. As Harry stood, ready for the traitors to come and bow before him. He had let them flee and live at first, but as he marched into Hogwarts, the final stronghold and the center of it all, it was time to talk.

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"I meant, Weasley, tell me why I should not gut you where you stand. Tell me why you have continuously dosed me with love and loyalty potions. Share with me the reason that every last situation in my life seems contrived and created. Or, if you prefer, manipulated for the greater good."

The pure fury in those eyes. The anger and frustration. But it was the hurt. That was what burned itself into Ron's mind.

"My Lord, I don't-"

"DO NOT LIE TO ME!" Harry's voice shook the very earth. Considering they sat in his throne room near the top of the castle, it was impressive to feel it this far up.

"I know all of your deceit. I know of the situation created where I should trust Dumbledore. Why else would he send Hagrid to introduce me to the Wizarding world? I know of the plan for me to meet your family, why else would your mother stand shouting about muggles outside the platform.

"I know of you driving me from Hermione. I know of those ridiculous manipulations around having me hate her for the broom. Of her just happening to be in the castle alone when you knew of the petrifying creature. Of Ron Weasley being the thing I should miss most in 4th year, after months of not talking."

At this point, Harry paused for a breath. His hair was shaking wildly in the magical storm brewing around him. The Weasley's stared in shock and fear, a position which was echoed on both Dumbledore and Snape's portraits. It was the former who tried to intervene.

"Harry, my boy-"

"Don't"

That one word, shared in a whisper so quiet that it felt hidden in the very wind, was still powerful enough to silence the one many thought the greatest wizard since Merlin.

"You stood back and let it happen. You, Dumbledore, served as the greatest hypocrite. You led me to my death, facilitated by Snape who rarely if ever provided use as a spy. You demanded I live as a slave for my entire childhood, while stating I should have a childhood. You demanded I be told nothing as it related to me, shaping me into the perfect little weapon.

"I don't care whose idea it was, but the potions were a step too far. Potioning me, I was upset at that. When you did the same to Hermione, however, there you went a step too far.

"So now, I give you one last chance. Tell me why."

Rather than speak, each and every being before him trembled. None could even lift their heads. Dumbledore and Snape were shocked to pure silence.

"So be it. Then, I shall make it as if you never were."

With those words, the fear grew. This was a level of magic that only one person in history could perform, regardless of the myth surrounding it. Harry stood and the weight of it all was upon his shoulders. But as he raised his wand, he was stopped.

"Luna?"

"Forgive me, my lord. I was unable to intervene previously for my vows, as well as knowing this was the way. But in this moment, I cannot let the innocent fall victim."

Harry stared for a long moment. With the exception of Hermione, there was no one more loyal currently alive. There was no on whose counsel he held of greater importance, again with the exception of Hermione.

"Then tell me, dear sweet Luna, on whose head does this blame lie. I have ruined the earth, all for the sake of this moment, and now you tell me I am wrong?"

There was a tense moment as everyone on the floor waited, their hope barely holding to that single thread. It was in this tense environment that a door opened, revealing an individual draped in a Unspeakable's cloak. There was a gasp from those gathered as the individual drew back their hood and spoke.

"It was me."

All eyes turned to the bushy haired form of Hermione Weasley nee Granger.