A/N: Thank you to all the loyal followers who have switched over and thank you to Jostanos for the special Omake at the end. it really inspired me to get this next chapter out as soon as I could...obviously lol. and welcome to all the new readers.

I am Basing Harry's new look off of Ezra Miller a la Perks of Being a Wallflower

Chapter two: And so it Ends

The Golden light faded and a new man lay before the assembled Death Eaters. Long midnight black hair fell down around his face in tousled waves as opposed to the dark brown ravens nest he once had. Voldemort stood angrily and motioned to Narcissa Malfoy.

"Make sure he is dead!"

Narcissa swept close to the boy and placed a hand over his heart and barely kept herself from startling. It was beating alright, faster than any heart she had ever felt. Yet he was so cold. She lent down to listen for a breath and saw his eyes flutter open. "Keep your eyes closed." She barely whispered but luckily he heard and complied.

"Is Draco alive? Does my son live?"

"Yes" came the whispered reply

She rose shakily and looked to her lord and lied through her teeth. "he is dead my Lord."

Voldemort gave a victorious cackle, "You see, even his last effort was in vain! Come let us show these weak mortals their supposed savior. Make the mongrel carry him."

Harry, Harrison, Harold….no none of them felt exactly right. Susan? Odd thats a woman's name. Well the person that was once Harry at any measure, heard the slow labored and lumbering steps of Hagrid. The quiet weeping of his friend and it was all he could do to stay still and not try to comfort his friend. His tears hitting his face. It would be interesting if the regeneration would pick up some of the Giant DNA with his genetic code still in flux. He focused back on staying still. Not hard with the amount of pain he was in from regenerating. If this was to work it had to be perfect. Not to mention the after effects of regeneration. His mind was still a bit scrambled but it was all coming back to him. A lifetime spent with an old man in a blue box. Two school teachers, skirts and music. Red Mountains and an orange sky. A Sisterhood sequestered in the mountains.

War

Death

The universe burning

A single moment to define it all.

No a single Moment to end it all.

Locking a meta-crisis into a chameleon arch and giving it to the Peverell brothers in three parts. To die but live on in the Chosen.

"HOGWARTS!" Voldemort called through his creepy psychic invasion spell. Ew his mental probe felt so….slimy.

"COME SEE YOUR SAVIOR!" He taunted the sound of the great hall opening and the army of the light spilled out of her halls. The quiet gasps at seeing Harry's "lifeless" form in Hagrid's weeping arms again nearly made Harrison twitch. Hmm maybe Harrison did feel right. He would have to see his new face first.

"He came to me cowering." Voldemort hissed at the gathering crowd. "Begging for death. And I" Voldemort said in his most magnanimous voice "being the benevolent Dark Lord that I am granted his wish."

He heard Hermione's voice whisper no. He imagined her clutching Ronald's hand for support. It was good they had each other.

"He pleaded that I would leave you in peace. But we all know I cannot let opposition stand. So I Offer you this one chance. Put down your wands and join me. Or we will slaughter you here and now." Voldemort declared.

Utter silence followed this declaration until footsteps where heard. Gravel crunched under the persons feet as he came forward.

"Ah, Neville Longbottom, a proper pure-blood sees the light."

Neville stood before the Dark Lord with a solemn look on his face. ""I'd like to say something."

Voldemort nodded Kindly, "of course child."

Neville turned and looked at the remnant of the army that had been fighting all night. Haggard and beaten they where nearly dead on their feet. "It doesn't matter that Harry's gone. People die everyday—friends..family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight." He slapped his fist to his chest, "But he's still with us…in here. So is Fred, Remus, Tonks…all of them. They didn't die in vain!" He whipped around to Voldemort and pulled the sword of Gryffindor from his hip and pointed it at the man who had nearly razed the wizarding world to the ground, "But you will! Cause you're wrong! Harry's heart did beat for us! For all of us! It's not over!"

Voldemort sighed, such foolishness. He snapped his fingers and Nagini lunged at the Longbottom Heir. Neville was faster and sliced the snake in half.

It was like a switch was turned and chaos was back on. Spells flying and people screaming.

Voldemort started flinging hexes at Neville as he fled back into the school. Voldemort gave chase as did most of the Death Eaters. Hagrid seemed to be hesitant but came to a decision and ran over to one fo the fallen statues and gently placed Harry down. "Don' you worry Harry I won let no one touch ye."

Now. Harry's eyes snapped open and he sat up suddenly causing Hagrid to stumble back in shock. Harrison examined his new lithe form. His long fingers, all ten toes, nice chiseled abs and high aristocrats features.

"oh this. I like this." Harry mumbled forgetting for a moment that he had something he needed to do.

"Harry?" Hagrid croaked out.

Harry's head snapped over to his first friend and gave a comforting smile. "Nearly Hagrid. I Think Harrison would be better now. New face, new name yes?"

"How?"

"oh you know, you die a little bit and an ancestor gives you a few gifts and it unlocks the secrets of an ancient pseudo immortal alien race." He said flippantly patting down his sides looking for his wand

"Harry I don't-" Hagrid began.

"No time Hagrid," Harry cut him off flinging his cloak over his shoulders so he became invisible "Dark Lord to vanquish and all." Harry charged forward weaving in and out of the battles. McGonagall was taking on three at once. Ron and Hermione stood back to back fighting Dolohove and Rockwood.

Finally in the middle of the Great Hall Harry came upon Neville and Voldemort fighting. Flinging spells back and forth.

Harry whipped his cloak off and called out "TOM!"

Silence descended on the hall. Everyone turned to stare at Harry.

"How?" Voldemort hissed. "WHY. WON'T. YOU. DIE!" He punctuated each word with a spell. Harry deflected each one.

"I Name you Thomas Marvollo Riddle" Harrison called out pointing his wand and invoking the words of power of the Carrionites "The son of a Squib and a Muggle"

There was a flash of light and Voldemort became frozen in place. "you were given the gift of magic and squandered it." Harrison's voice carried through the silent hall with authority and power. "you slaughtered indiscriminately and without reason the peoples of Albion. And for that, I call forth Magick itself!" A deep rumbling came through the castle and a golden wind whipped around the hall. "Judge your Childe and his ill thought followers who would see the world burn!"

Harry held out his hand and the Elder wand came zooming into it. The gold light struck Voldemort. An inhuman screech tore forth from the lips of the man that once was Thomas Marvollo Riddle and he began to crack like so much porcelain. Light speared forth from each crack hitting a different Death Eater. The marks they had taken so much bride in burned with a green flame and consumed them until most of them where ash, with an explosion and the sound of broken glass Voldemort was gone.

Harrison smiled and sat heavily on what remained of the Ravenclaw bench. It was finally finished.

OMAKE by Jostanos:

A seemingly echoing voice can be heard from the golden light _before_ it solidifies "Thou hast sealed your doom by casting that spell." "H-How?" Tom "IALV" Riddle asked from his prostrate position on the ground "I _AM_ IMMORTAL!"

A _HUGE_ Red "X" appears in front of Tom with a _BUZZ_, and the Echoing voice exclaiming as its Golden aura begins to solidify "WRONG!", everyone gasped at that exclamation, "You just destroyed you _LAST-REMAINING-HORCRUX!_ "

With that final exclamation, the golden aura of regeneration solidifies into a Bigger, a Healthier, and a more BAMF: Harrison James Potter-Peverell!