Harry exhaled loudly after the few seconds the dark lord's ashes stayed in the same state of matter, disturbing Dudley's almost calm look of shock at the powerful display of magic.

"Bloody hell, I mean, I know it wasn't a big deal for you..."

"No, that's kind of a big deal. I did it. Shit," Harry sat down, and put his wand on the ground, looking off into a point in space.

"Then you won't mind me saying that was genius. I mean I don't know how you did it, but it was genius whatever it was."

"Thanks, but I don't see how that was anything other then gruesome. I mean any second now, he could come jumping out of those ashes. Who's to say he hasn't had phoenix blood along side of his diet of unicorn blood in his cereal?"

"Like milk?"

"Except illegal, and soul ruining."

"That dude is messed up. Wonder if he did it on a dare. The unicorn blood I mean. Maybe his mates offered him twenty quid note,"

"He had no mates. That's why he was so weak,"

"What about those death consumers?"

"Death Eaters? Naw, they were just his crazy followers,"

"Oh, that makes sense,"

"So the Army or the Order should be here in a few. Or both. Ron's gonna be upset he missed all the fighting. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go vomit."

"What?" Dudley yelled as Harry stood up, rushed down the hall to the bathroom, and heard the sounds of him choking on his own stomach fluids, "Harry, you alright? Harry?"

"I'm alright," he vomited again, "first time killing a dark lord, you know?"

There was some more vomiting sounds, "You done?"

"Yeah, I think so." Harry came back out, with toothbrush & toothpaste in hand, looking weak in the knees. "God only knows why I have a reflex like that. He kind of smells like burnt toast, doesn't he?"

"Evil burnt toast. So while you're doing that," Dudley gestured towards the brush, "I'm just gonna wonder aloud. Why was he after you? I don't even remember his name, except it started with a "V" and had a "hort" in there somewhere."

Harry scrubbed his teeth ridiculously fast, "His nurrme was Vurrldurrmurrt. I was in a prurrphurrcy wurrth him,"

"A what?"

Harry took the brush out of his mouth, "A prurrphurrcy,"

"Oh! A prophecy! A prophecy! I got it. Wait, why is that important?"

"Currse one of us had to kurrll the urrthurr. And he was jurrst urrvurrl,"

"I see," Dudley said lamely, while Harry left to spit out the toothpaste.

"OK, let me try again. The prophecy told us that only one of us could be alive."

"So he wanted to kill you because it was either you or him?"

"Pretty much."

"Paranoid much? What was his name again?"

"Voldemort,"

"What kind of parents names their child Voldemort?"

"They didn't, he was actually named Tom Riddle."

"So he went from Tom to Voldemort? Sounds like he just had a really pants name, and wanted to pimp it out."

"I guess so. You know what's weird? Don't mind me, I'm gonna rant. But you know the blond guy outside the door before I came in? He was a death eater. Main word being 'was', but I guess he quit. Probably the reason I'm still living. He had to know that letting me in would kill Voldemort, which would mean he trusted me. But I always thought he hated me or something. I don't know what's going on. I don't even want to think how Draco's gonna respond."

"Draco? I thought you always called him Malfoy."

"How do you know that?"

"OK, so don't be mad, but I read your letters that you used to keep in that shoebox."

"Huh. I don't actually really care all that much, but you should have just asked first."

"Yeah, so why haven't you asked him yet?"

"Asked him what?"

"Oh please! Look at your friendship! Look at your choices!"

"What are you getting at?"

"Oh god, I do have to spell it out for you. Why. Are. You. Not. Dating?"

"I'll never consider it in a million billion years, never. Like, I could see us a good friends or something, but dating? How do you even know I'm into guys? I'm not, by the way. Any information you've got otherwise I will disregard,"

"Oh, like your porn stash?" Dudley smirked.

"Shut…"

"Or your computer's history?"

…up!"

"Yeah, not into men, for sure,"

"You can't prove otherwise! And I think I hear Dumbledore."

"Harry face facts. And I hear him too ironically. But you need to think about things. It's actually pretty cool talking to you."

"I'm sure it won't be the last time," Harry rushed downstairs, and put his hand on the cold metal, just as the knocker signaled someone's arrival.

Harry looked through the peephole, "Who is it?"

"Dumbledore and some friends,"

"What do you offer someone when they come to your office?"

"Lemon drops, of course!" Dumbledore's happy voice carried through the door, "What is the name of your pet owl and who gave it to you?"

"Hedwig and Hagrid, sir," Harry swung open the door, "Nice to see you again. All of you."

There, in the door was all of the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore's Army. There was a screech as the first in the door was Fleur and Bill, as she said something as how bad the house was kept, and whipped out her wand, firing off spells to clean the place up, and McGonagall passed next, patting Harry on the back, as she rushed into the living space just beyond the greeting area, only to gasp at the sight of the two dead Durleys. Hagrid, Ron, and Hermione came in next, and suddenly Harry's world was a massive swirl of limbs and laughter and crying, and nothing more then just pure love surrounding him, and he could feel more bodies adding to the mass of people hugging him. After a few minutes, Dumbledore quite clearly said, "Give the dear boy some air,"

Everyone separated before he could see quite clearly the people who weren't in the hug mood, Aberforth, Snape, Mrs. Figg, Kingley (although, he had a massive smile on his face), and Dumbledore. But his eye caught something that he knew shouldn't have been there.

"Sirius? Sirius? Oh my god, Sirius…"

"Surprise!" Hargid's booming voice came as a shock to Harry, who was beginning to ball his eyes out, as he ran into Sirius's awaiting arms. He heard someone come down the stairs, and Dumbledore instructing Madam Pomfrey to see what was wrong with his leg, but it all passed through him.

"Shusssh, Harry, it's all good. I'm here. I'm here."

"That's the part that I'm crying about! God, scare the wits out of me, why don'tcha? Oh god, Sirius, please, please, be real. Be real. Be real."

"I'm real as I'll ever be, mate. Hahaha, could you imagine if I was a ghost? Nearly Headless would have to share his job as house ghost!"

"Sirius! Don't joke about such things!" Hermione scolded, but almost all of the Weasley boys laughed, with the exception of Percy, who scowled.

"You boys better check yourself for any viral curses. Don't wanna be spreading that around," Mad Eye started.

"Hey. Hey Mad Eye. Piss off," Sirius laughed.

"Language, Sirius." Mrs. Weasley said in a strict tone.

"Be real. Be real. Be real. Be real," Harry continued on.

"Harry, I think he's real." Ron cut in.

"Yes, quite real Potter," Snape droned, "Face us, so we can figure out what happened that caused this… joyous moment."

"Now," Kingley stated in his deep, reassuring voice, "I'm sure Mr. Potter will tell us everything you will need to know after reassuring himself that Sirius, is in fact, back."

The room went silent, except Harry's quiet mantra, and Dudley's pained moans while Madam Pomfrey administered a potion to the wound, "Hold on." she started mumbling to herself, "…there must be a reasonable solution somewhere. Let's try and find it first shall we?"

"Kingsley, take the others and do a sweep of the area, and please make sure that the poor souls out tonight get sent home safely."

"Right away, headmaster."

"What did you want to talk about Poppy?" most of the room shuffled to let out some of the order, as Dumbledore crouched down to the eye level of Dudley.

"Just a moment! I've found something!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed.

"What is it?"

"It's wizards blood. It's really powerful. Especially against living things."

"Where? In the boy?"

"Yes sir,"

"If you don't mind me saying sir…" Dudley started

"Not at all, my good boy. Continue."

"…it's something of a mystery to me too, but little I do know, is that when I was about to die, by a death consumer…"

The Weasley brothers snorted,

"…by the name of the 'Red Hunter', power just seemed to rush through me. It was kind of scary, but kind of brilliant,"

"Understandable my dear boy." Dumbledore got up, "Snape, do you know about the Death Eater by the name of the Red Hunter?"

"New recruit. He was something of a mystery to us all, but he did seem to enjoy blood. Not a vampire, if his word was to be trusted."

"Could you please go upstairs, and inspect the scene?"

"Yes sir," Snape swept himself up the stairs.

"If you guys see Lucius," Harry sniffled, "Don't kill him. Or harm him. Or whatever. He helped me."

"Seriously?" Ron stared at Harry, "What for?"

"I don't know. He must trust me or something. At least he's got no one to worry about except lesser Death Eaters now. Except maybe Bellatrix."

"Oh, you needn't worry about her bonkers mind anymore, Harry." Sirius smiled.

"Why is that?"

"Well, when I slipped into the veil," Sirius started.

"Don't! I don't want to talk about it!"

"Anything you want kiddo. Hey! Now I can make good on the promise! The one where you live with me!"

"I'd…" Harry started crying again, "I'd really like that."

"Sirius, if you continue making Harry cry, I will bring you outside, understood?" Mrs. Weasley glared.

"I dare you, Molly. Bring it!"

"Now, now, let's not get…" Mr Weasley started but before he could finish, there was a blue light that streamed across the room, and Mrs. Weasley's wand was out and she smirked. Sirius's pants were very clearly on the ground. There was a second of pure silence, before a huge amount of laughter erupted from the room. Sirius just blushed a deep shade of red, and pulled his pants up as high as they could go.

"Mom! Control yourself! I'm sure Mr. Black doesn't want to be exposed as such!" Percy scolded.

"Oh, I suppose you're right," she said in a fake sheepish manner.

There was a big ruckus upstairs, the sounds of pieces of crumpled furniture being repaired made themselves known, but then there was a loud swearing, and Snape was down the stairs in a heart beat.

"Professor. There is no one in the room. Nor is there any sign of escape."

"Should we be concerned, Severus?"

"Sir, he was more powerful then Bellatrix."

"Damn right I was," there was a flash of green light, as it collided with a red shield spell that Dumbledore cast.

"Fearless too. You can run, you can hide, but sooner or later, I'm gonna cut like a knife, sooner or later." the Red Hunter appeared in a corner. He seemed to so nonchalant about his posture, and his clothes had changed too, his cape still covering up every single skin cell, but his robe was now red.

"Who are you?" Dumbledore calmly asked.

"The epitome of everything you hate about each other," he cast a spell that slammed into a wall.

Sirius launched a spell, and then another, both of which hit the walls after ricocheting off one of the mysterious person's shield spell, until Sirius finally barked a war cry, "I'm going to break you!"

The room all of a sudden lit up with so many spells, you couldn't see without squinting. But what was more, the Red Hunter wasn't even trying to deflect them. They bounced off his shield spell, as if they didn't even phase him.

"Seems like I've touched a nerve with dear Sirius. What is it in this room that you hate the most?"

"Shut it!" Hagrid boomed, a dull grey spell firing out of his umbrella, "That's unofficial business that doesn't concern you!"

"How about you Hagrid? There's hatred in you too."

"We don't wish to know about it," Dumbledore stated calmly, "now if you'll excuse us," there was a sudden rush felt around the center of the room as a portkey landed in the middle of the floor, a small key ring, that had the word "LASERS" on a piece of plastic, and suddenly there was a pile of bodies on top of it, as Dumbledore shot spells to blind the Red Hunter.

Sirius smiled at Harry, "Time to go home," and lunged at the portkey.

A/N: Lupe Fiasco, and tons of angst got me to get on this, and lots of editing. So anyways, hope you enjoy it. Once again, I need some new music to write to. So suggestions go in the reviews k'? Love, your favorite glitch, xxBoysNoizexx