A/N: Sorry for the wait! I was more interested in catching up with other story updates than working on my own when I got back from the holidays (grins sheepishly). Hopefully this will be worth the wait.

The events portrayed in this chapter happened before the events in chapter 6. Just keep in mind the dates heading each section while reading and you shouldn't have any trouble.

All spoken language is in English unless specified as otherwise.

Enjoy.

Voldemort's Fortress, Azkaban
April 18, 440 A.E.

Over 450 years since he's been the Dark Lord's slave. Over 440 years since Voldemort took over the world. Over 400 years since he realized he wouldn't age and die.

His birth name was Harry James Potter, though now he is referred to only as Iri; a name given by those who believed him to be an angel captured by the Dark Lord.

Perhaps it's best to start at the beginning. Once the world was divided into countries; each with their own leaders, languages and cultures. Though the people tried to get along, there were always conflicts between them; whether it was over land, cultures, abilities, beliefs, etc.

The war that resulted in Voldemort's reign began as a war over abilities.

Amongst humans, an ability that can manifest is the ability to wield and manipulate magic. Those with the ability were referred to as witches (if they were female) and wizards (if they were male). Though at first both those with and without this ability were able to live together in peace, soon that was no longer the case.

No one knew who started it; maybe it was the wizards believing that since they had greater powers and abilities, they were superior to their non-magical brethren. Maybe it was the non-magical people (muggles), believing that the gift of magic was unnatural and the work of evil. Either way, a huge rift appeared and even though witches and wizards far surpassed the muggles in terms of abilities, the muggles far surpassed them in terms of population. Therefore for self-preservation, the magical folk hid themselves from the muggles.

As time passed, the rift became larger. The magical people and the muggles each created their own governments, their own currency, their own schools, sports, industries, companies and jobs. They had no need or want to contact the other. They became two separate worlds.

Over time the muggles forgot about magic, mistaking their forefathers' tales of magic as stories and legends, nothing more. They grew to believe that magic wasn't real, and forgot that wizards were real people too.

The wizards seeing no reason to venture out to the muggle world, continued to isolate themselves. They believed that they were better off without muggles and deep down all muggles would take advantage or prosecute those with magical abilities.

As the two worlds became increasingly isolated, they became increasingly ignorant of each other as well. Because of that, more wizards than ever believed that muggles were far inferior to them, having never met any muggles to show them that they could be just as smart, cunning and talented as any wizard. And more muggles saw wizards as either wise old men that could solve any problem (thanks to stories of Merlin) or servants of the devil who wanted to do evil acts, having never met any wizards that could show them that they were just people too, only with an extra ability.

This caused many conflicts in the wizarding world. Since the majority saw muggles as ignorant inferiors (even though it was hardly their fault that they were ignorant of the magical world, or that they were born without the gift of magic), the wizarding world began to put pride in how long magic had run in their families, and how distant they were from muggles.

Those with no muggle heritage became known as purebloods, while those with muggle parents were looked upon with scorn and derision, and dubbed 'mudbloods'.

Beginning in the 1970's – or 42 B.E. – a wizard known as Lord Voldemort started gaining power in the wizarding world and terrorizing the muggle world. He gained many followers in pureblood circles and went about killing those with muggle heritage or sympathies.

10 years later a prophecy was made about a baby boy who would grow up with the power to defeat him. In an effort to avoid his downfall, Voldemort sought to kill the baby while he was still young.

Thus on the night of October 31, 1981 – or October 31, 31 B.E. – Voldemort could be found at Godric's Hollow, trying to eliminate the last of the Potters. But even though he had no problems while disposing the baby's parents, when he tried to kill the boy the curse rebounded upon him, leaving him a mere specter while the baby – Harry – only got a scar.

The reason that Voldemort became a specter instead of dying completely was because of his horcruxes. Even though Voldemort spoke of purifying the world of muggles and muggle-borns, what he was really interested in was power and knowledge. The power and knowledge to avoid death most of all.

He found his solution in horcruxes. They were items in which you stored a part of your soul; that way when you die physically, your essence is stuck in the mortal realm, tied to the horcruxes. That, and the knowledge of a few dark rituals on how to regain a body, and Voldemort was ready to live forever. He even got a test drive to see how well his plan worked the night Harry Potter survived the killing curse.

Once Voldemort was able to fashion a new body for himself 13 years after being rudely evicted from his old one, he continued his quest for world domination. And his quest to kill Harry Potter.

Harry meanwhile began his quest of destroying Voldemort; starting with Voldemort's 6 horcruxes. He was able to destroy 4 with the help of others before he was captured.

That was the turning of the tide.

Before his capture, Voldemort seemed to be satisfied with only gaining control of wizarding Britain. Even 3 years after the fall of the ministry and the rise of his new regime, he had yet to make any moves against muggle Britain, or any other country. It came to a point where the other wizarding ministries relaxed, believing that they were safe. They were wrong.

With Harry Potter – the people's saviour and chosen one – safely out of the way, Voldemort showed the world just how powerful and ambitious he was.

The Dark Lord spent the next 2 years after Harry's capture experimenting with the boy's magic and body, and binding the chosen one to himself. Once he was satisfied with the results, he continued his quest for world domination, starting with muggle England.

Harry however, didn't appreciate being the Dark Lord's slave, or having his magic bound and his body changed. Those experiments hurt! He was glad to find an accomplice in his friend and fellow captive Luna Lovegood, who helped him find ways around all the magic keeping him captive. It wasn't a permanent solution (only Voldemort's death was), but he'd at least be able to leave Voldemort's side once every few years. Impatient to try, Harry was able to leave Voldemort's fortress 3 years after his capture.

Unfortunately his first escape only led to the deaths of two people he considered brothers, and closer supervision by Voldemort.

But Harry didn't give up hope. Even though it would now be harder than ever to make contact with his allies, now that he knew it was possible, he was more determined than ever.

Finally in the year 2011, Voldemort succeeded in conquering the world. Starting the following January, a new age began; the age of enlightenment. Any events before year 0 (2012) were referred to as B.E. (before enlightenment) and any events during Voldemort's reign were referred to as A.E. (after enlightenment).

Personally Harry thought the last thing Snake Face brought to the world was enlightenment; a strict regime, yes. Death, of course. Discrimination, duh. Enlightenment, no.

But even though Voldemort ruled supreme, there were still those who rebelled. In the year 30 A.E., Neville Longbottom, leader of the resistance, destroyed the fifth horcrux, Godric Gryffindor's Scabbard. And four hundred and ten years later, his descendant Liam Longbottom, destroyed the last one; Rowena Ravenclaw's Bracelet.

Harry had been waiting for this moment for centuries. Over the years he's been able to make more and more progress in breaking the collar that held his magic captive (all without Voldemort noticing of course). Now that all the horcruxes were gone, Harry could finally fulfill the prophecy.

It was time for Voldemort to die.

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Flashbacks

(A/N: this whole section deals with flashbacks of Harry's time in the HP universe. I don't want to put the whole section in italics, because they're harder to read, so just pay attention to the dates and you'll be fine. Also remember that 2012 B.C. is equal to 0 A.E.)

November 23, 12 B.E.

Harry continued kicking and screaming as he was dragged along behind the dark lord. He had to keep fighting, if for no other reason than to avoid thinking of what just happened. He didn't want to think of Bill's death and how his now widowed wife would have to raise little Emily on her own. Or how Hestia Jones was going to be some death eaters slave. Or how Remus and Tonks were now beyond his reach, suffering the same fate as Sirius.

He would think about that later, when he was alone and able to mourn in peace. But right now he refused to show Old Tommy any weakness.

It didn't help that he was already feeling off balance because 1) he didn't know if Minerva made it to safety with the horcrux 2) he had just been captured by his mortal enemy and 3) his magic has been bound thanks to the magic-suppressing collar.

Thankfully he was soon distracted by his depressing thoughts.

"Potter, seeing how you're going to be my guest for the foreseeable future, there is someone I'd like you to meet. Do not fret; I think you and he will get along just fine. We will be spending quite a lot of time with him, until I can be sure that you will no longer be a threat to me."

Harry didn't know what he was expecting, but whatever it was, it wasn't what he was faced with. The man in front of him was big – there was really no other way to describe him. He stood at a good 6'6 (if not taller) and had a large broad frame, but not enough to make him bulky. His presence seemed to fill the room, even overshadowing Voldemort's. Harry got the feeling that this being wasn't quite human.

He didn't get much time to contemplate this new figure, since he was then shackled to a table lying on his back. Almost immediately the pain started – feeling as though his magic was being twisted, compressed and stretched abnormally, all at the same time. Harry couldn't help opening his mouth and letting out a loud scream.

February 2, 8 B.E.

Over 3 years passed since his capture, and a lot changed. Including him. Voldemort, wanting to steal Harry's power, or at the very least suppress it, allowed his 'associate' to perform some sort of rituals and experiments. Harry was still getting used to the results, even if they occurred gradually over the past 3 years.

His magic wasn't so much a tool to him, as it was a part of him. He could feel it flowing through him, though what it meant or whether it was a good or a bad thing – Harry had no idea. His hair gained deep red highlights. Harry liked to think of it as a bit of his mother coming out, but he knew that the real reason was because of his merging with his animagus form. His phoenix instincts seemed to have a very large presence in his mind. He didn't even know that that was possible, but then again he didn't recognize any of the rituals or spells that Snake Face's associate used on him.

Another bad side affect was his appearance. He didn't like how…pretty he looked. He always hated being shorter and smaller than even those years younger than him, but he just lived with it as being another scar to bear, a proof of his survival at the Dursleys. Not as awe-inspiring as a battle scar perhaps, but to Harry it still meant that he was a survivor. Now his small frame seemed to attract attention that Harry was most definitely not interested in.

There were upsides to the experiments though; for one Harry's eyesight was perfect. He was glad to finally be rid of his glasses (which were quite a liability in battle), not that he would ever actually thank Tommy or anything. He became able to sense and 'feel' magic (such as enchantments and how they worked) allowing him to have a much easier time than he would have getting around the various wards and enchantment keeping him prisoner. He was finally ready to leave Azkaban for the first time in over 3 years.

He still wasn't able to leave permanently, but leaving for a day was better than nothing. Not to mention he'd hopefully see a familiar face and deliver information about Voldemort so Harry wouldn't feel so useless and trapped. Harry was just glad that Tom's attention strayed from him once the dark lord was satisfied that Harry was suitably imprisoned.

Hopefully Voldemort would trust enough in his imprisonment not to go check up on him for the next 24 hours.

May 13, 30 A.E.

Harry felt tears of frustration run down his cheeks as he worked harder to try and levitate a small rock. Last month through various spies/prisoners, Harry and Luna (well mostly Luna since Harry was supervised around the clock after his brief escape 38 years ago) were able to find and send information on the location of a top secret death eater base. The following raid led by Neville Longbottom not only resulted in the deaths of inner circle death eaters and priceless artifacts and information that formerly belonged to the dark lord, but also the whereabouts of the second last horcrux. Neville obviously destroyed it.

But although that was very good news, as retribution Voldemort killed Luna, Harry's only companion that he trusted implicitly; his friend of 47 years and fellow prisoner and conspirator of 42 years. Even though Harry has suffered much loss in his life and was no stranger to sudden violent deaths of loved ones, this one hit him harder than the others.

For one, he had known Luna for a much longer time and has been through so much with her. Despite being the personal slave of the most feared dark lord in history, her quirky personality and unflappable demeanor was a steady rock and support for him which never failed to lift his spirits. Even if he always knew that she would leave him eventually, he still wasn't prepared for her death.

His only respite now was his magic and his vow of one day seeing Voldemort go down by his hand. Hence his desperation of making his magic respond to him.

After the alterations due to the rituals and experiments performed on him 42 years ago, Harry was constantly finding new ramifications.

At first he just noticed the difference in his looks; his hair gained dark auburn streaks, his scars and blemishes (except the one on his forehead) began fading, his eyes and skin seemed to glow with an inner fire.

Then the way his body and magic felt and moved; his physical strength increased dramatically, he had no more need for his glasses, he could sense and manipulate (to a small degree) the magic around him, his reflexes became faster and his movements more fluid.

Then in his instincts and abilities; his singing got a lot better, his magic responded to him more easily (Harry suspected that without the magic-suppressing collar he would be able to do wandless magic), he was able to sense peoples general auras and could heal himself easily after sessions in the dark lords torture chamber. He was also immune to burns from fire.

One result he desperately didn't want was his apparent immortality; by all appearances Harry had not aged a day since becoming the dark lord's prisoner. He still looked no older than 20 when in reality he was turning 62 in a matter of months.

Hoping to understand what happened to him, why it was done to him, and how to reverse what was done to him, Harry went investigating. After years of feeling the results first hand and snooping around for any indication as to what spells and/or rituals was used, Harry discovered that the dark lord had been trying to first bring forth his animagus form and then try and steal his power.

Voldemort had deduced that Harry's animagus form was that of a phoenix given his personality. Once Harry was captured, the power of a phoenix at his fingertips was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Knowing that Harry would never have enough power to do a complete animagus transformation on his own, Voldemort's mysterious advisor suggested trying to merge his human form with his animagus form. Considering at best Voldemort would have the magical strength of a phoenix at his disposal in the form of a personal slave and at worst have his most hated enemy die, Tom was only too happy to agree to try the rituals and spells to merge Harry with his phoenix form.

Unfortunately for Voldemort, Harry's magic and abilities (both from his human form and his phoenix form) were inaccessible to him unless coming willingly through Harry himself. Any magic that Tom was able to leech off Harry was too wild and unfocused to be manipulated and/or used in Voldemort's favor.

Not that Voldemort didn't try other means of securing Harry's powers to aid himself. After seeing that Harry was able to heal himself, Voldemort was curious to see how far his healing abilities extended; after all, phoenixes were renowned for their tears which could heal anything. Harry however was less than enthused about helping death eaters. Finally a deal was made; Harry was allowed to heal whoever he wanted as long as death eaters were his main priority. Harry knew that the majority of prisoners that he healed ended up injured and/or ill again in no time, but hopefully their short break from pain and/or the extension of their life would be worth it.

Fortunately, for Harry to heal the death eaters the magic-suppressing collar around Harry's neck was altered. Though it still bound most of Harry's magic, a small part was now accessible to him. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Harry has been using that magic not only to heal but work on wandless magic so one day he can get the collar removed and kick Snake Face's ass.

He usually got better results than he was currently getting with the rock, but after the emotional upheaval due to Luna's death and the fact that he was very low on magic after healing himself (Tom wasn't happy about the Order's success and decided to relieve stress the good old fashioned way of toturing your enemy until they were unrecognizable) and because he was forced to heal the surviving death eaters from Neville's raid.

Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, Harry continued trying to levitate the rock with little success.

December 11, 127 A.E.

'It's amazing how much can change in a little more than a hundred years.' Harry thought with a wistful sigh.

The 20-year-old-looking 159 year old was currently talking to Rebecca Longbottom, Neville's 54 year old great granddaughter. Even though the Longbottom name should have been lost after Neville and Ginny's granddaughter Olivia got married, she along with her daughter (and their respective husbands) decided to keep their maiden name. Since Neville is the most recognized opponent of the dark lord of the past century, the name Longbottom is now highly revered by those opposed to the dark lord and his rule.

As for Harry; most forgot his story. Even when Voldemort first took over, only the wizards knew of his importance and history with the dark lord. And since Harry was captured when he was only 20, there was not a lot of time to cause a lot of trouble for Tom or have stories of his exploits spread around much. Therefore most didn't know who he was or why he was a prisoner of the dark lord. All anyone really knows is that the dark lord rarely lets him out of his sight, he has never aged in anyone's memory, he heals those he is able to and helps the resistance.

Harry was surprised at the wide variety and sheer outrageousness of the stories that people believed when reasoning who he was.

Even Rebecca who had heard stories of Harry her whole life (after all Neville was one of the few that not only knew the truth but would make sure future generations knew it too) was doubtful of those tales and tended to believe that Harry was a fae (or at least part fae) whom the dark lord imprisoned until Harry teaches him secret fae magic.

In the end Harry supposed it really didn't matter what anyone thought the truth was, he would continue to help the resistance anyway.

Unfortunately Harry wasn't always able to escape his prison to come out and relay information to the Order; Voldemort always kept a close eye on Harry, especially after his first successful escape when the twins went through the veil. After that incident, it took Harry another 67 before he was able to leave Tom's fortress and meet resistance members in person instead of relying on messengers to send information.

Lately it has become easier and easier to leave the fortress and help others (at least in comparison to how it used to be). And sadly Harry knew the reason had nothing to do with his sneaking skills or his magical prowess. The real reason that the resistance was finding their second wind years after the death of Neville was simply because Voldemort was bored.

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry about it.

You see, Voldemort always dreamed of doing the impossible; gaining immortality and ruling the world. He let no one get in his way and stuck true to his ambitions, even if he had to endure 13 years as a bodiless entity to do it.

Unfortunately, even if Snake Face did countless rituals so he was basically more snake than human, he was still born human and therefore still had the mind and impulses of a human. And humans weren't meant to be immortal.

At the beginning of Voldemort's rule, the dark lord was as happy as he could be. He was immortal, Dumbledore was dead and Harry Potter was forever tied to him until (either his or the boy's) death. Not to mention that he owned the entire world.

But as the years passed the novelty of being the immortal ruler of the world lost its shine. You'd get tired if the only conversations you had consisted of "yes master" and pathetic whimpering. Even the admiration (however reluctantly given) was less since those born under the dark lord's rule just accepted his reign as how life was; never pausing to think of the power and effort it took to conquer the world. And Harry, who was supposed to be a symbol of lost dreams and shattered hope to the Order lost his significance to the people who couldn't even agree what he was, let alone who he supposed to be. Harry's significance to Voldemort was now nothing more than a personal trophy.

It was almost funny when the dark lord realized his predicament: Voldemort was holding court over a member of the resistance about 15 years ago. When Voldemort showed his people just how gracious he was by letting the poor man speak in his defense, the man started sobbing for forgiveness.

Usually Snake Face derived much pleasure from seeing former enemies blubber and beg, but during this episode Harry could see just how bored the dark lord was from his forced position at Voldemort's feet. Harry, having long ago lost any fear he may have of the dark lord, continued to read his face as the dark lord realized that the thrill of having the enemy beg was not so potent, that ruling the earth was not so grand as imagined, that having no one challenge him was becoming a bore.

Harry could practically hear Voldemort's thoughts as he came to those realizations and was left with a sound 'Now what?'.

Subconsciously Harry thought Voldemort had known long before that he didn't know what else to do now that his ambitions were achieved. What other reason would he keep Harry, the only person who has never let Tom affect his thoughts and actions, as his slave when he could have insured his victory with Harry's death? Why else would he begin to give out lighter punishments to those caught opposing him, allowing the resistance to once again gain a sliver of hope to overthrowing him? Why else would he allow Harry more access to his magic (under the guise of healing death eaters) when he could just get other healers to do the work instead?

But even though Voldemort was bored having no opposition didn't mean that Snake Face was going to allow the resistance to become a strong opposition. He was only allowing them to be strong enough to actually fight, then crush them until only a fraction of them were left until he got bored again and the cycle would continue.

Even though Harry knew that Voldemort wouldn't be destroyed any time soon, he would continue to help as much as possible and thus pushed his other thoughts out of mind and told Rebecca the latest plans in death eater attacks.

June 29, 300 A.E.

Harry, or Iri as he is more commonly known now, wandered the halls of Voldemort's new fortress. For whatever reason – though Harry suspected that boredom was the main factor – the dark lord decided to switch venues of the location of his fortress after more than 300 years at having it on Azkaban Island. Now Voldemort makes his headquarters (and Harry's prison) where the old ministry of magic was located.

As for Harry's new name – well it's a long story. Even when many of Harry's classmates were still alive people were making stories about Harry claiming that he wasn't human because of his lack of aging throughout the years. As decades went by, less and less people knew the truth about Harry and the speculations became more believable to everyone.

In the end the general consensus was that Harry was an angel. The story goes something like this: In his quest for power, Voldemort summoned a demon (Voldemort's advisor, who also has yet to age) to help him take over the world and become immortal. However the demons powers were not enough, they needed more power to achieve their goals and they needed light magic to balance out all the dark magic lest the world become completely destroyed. Therefore the dark lord and the demon captured an angel (Harry, or Iri) so they could finalize their plans for world domination. According to the story, once the angel was free, the magic ensuring Voldemort's reign would become unbalanced and collapse on itself, thus liberating everyone.

No one would listen to Harry's account on what the truth really was whenever Harry was able to escape Voldemort's presence for a while. Even when he insisted that his name was Harry, the others assumed they misheard (after all how can an angel have such a common name?) and presumed that what Harry really said was that his name was Iri – a biblical name meaning fire and light, quite appropriate for an angel immune to fire.¹

Since people became more and more convinced that this was the truth, Harry stopped trying to convince them otherwise and just responded to Iri – which was close enough to Harry that it wasn't all that hard to do. As of now, Harry has spent almost half his life being called Iri as opposed to Harry.

One good thing about being known as an angel was that the resistance was prone to listen to him more. Therefore, instead of wasting their time trying to take off Iri's collar, they went searching for the final horcrux which Harry convinced them was an object tying his powers to the dark lord.

Iri – or Harry – felt his mood lighten. With the hunt for the final horcrux continued, soon he will be able to defeat Snake Face once and for all and join his loved ones. Hopefully.

April 18, 440 A.E.

This was it. More than 457 years after his rebirth, Voldemort was finally going to die. Iri got the message from the resistance today: Liam Longbottom destroyed the last horcrux.

Knowing that now was the time for the final battle, Iri pushed as hard as he could against the enchantments keeping his magic prisoner. Ever since he was able to access part of his magic (as small as that part was) when Voldemort granted him permission to use his healing powers over 400 years ago, Harry had been slowly but surely wearing down the magical suppression collar around his neck. He never undid enough to be noticeable, therefore the collar always stayed on and the large majority of his magic was inaccessible to him for hundreds of years. But he was able to make a weak link if you will in the collar, so when the need arose (as it does now) he would be able to be completely free of the collar in a matter of moments.

When the collar fell to the floor, Iri followed it. He was completely overwhelmed by his magic flowing through him. It was like someone who is parched in the desert, desperate for a sip of water suddenly finding himself in the middle of a giant lake. Iri couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy and complete. He felt invincible.

With his magic back and the last horcrux gone, Iri now focused on finding Voldemort and fulfilling his destiny once and for all.

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"TOM!!"

Iri called out to his jailer of 450 years. He was going to finish this, the sooner the better.

"Come out and fight you coward! Has the years made you weak and lazy Tom? Are you afraid of me?"

Voldemort's high pitched laugh which never failed to make people's hair stand on end was his answer.

"Foolish boy! After so many years of obediance I was beginning to think that I had crushed your spirit. So you want to oppose me then? Why fight now, when all you knew and loved is long lost? Why fight when you can't hope to win? Are you that tired of being my slave that you would choose death?"

"I won't be the one who is dead by the end of the day Riddle."

And with that the two enemies started the duel which would finish a 500 year old war.

Anyone watching would be in awe of the power demonstrated; both had no need for wands or oral incantations. As they thought it, the spell, hex, or curse would be soaring towards their opponent. The throne room became a light show full of explosions, crumbling walls and fire. Both combatants continued their fighting without pause despite any injuries they had sustained.

Fortunately for Iri, he was able to heal his injuries as he fought. He only healed the ones that would be detrimental to his dueling by either hampering his movements or becoming distracting due to the pain. Minor injuries he just ignored.

Voldemort wasn't so lucky, and couldn't fix his broken left arm. However even though he was in worst shape due to his lack of healing powers, he was still able to injure Iri more often and with more damage, keeping the combatants relatively equal.

After hours of dueling, the two opponents were starting to tire. Iri, who hadn't had full access to his magic in 450 years, was not able to focus and refine his magic, using more power and less focus than he would like. And Voldemort, who hadn't had an opponent even close to his power level in just as long was unused to the long fight and continuous use of his magic.

Finally Iri saw his opening. Voldemort's broken arm snagged on a chunk of wall Tom was trying to use as cover, which had come off earlier in the duel. This caused Snake Face's chest to become an open target for a critical moment. A moment that Iri didn't waste.

He didn't even use a real spell; Iri just sent as much pure power as he could careening towards the dark lord, not wasting time in thinking a spell, just trying to defeat him once and for all. And it worked. Iri's non-spell didn't really kill Voldemort – it obliterated the dark lord.

Once the light died down and there was nothing left by silence, Iri felt a tired smile spread across his face. Voldemort was finally destroyed. He felt himself sinking to the ground, not having enough energy to get up and celebrate. Then he knew no more.

First of all…wow. Just wow. When I was thinking of a name for the HP people, I was thinking simple and easy (not to mention stupid and corny), like 'the gang'. And boy am I glad I asked you guys for help before putting that! You're suggestions were so good, it made me bow my head in shame. Seriously.

Sorry again about the long wait, but as a bonus the next chapter will probably be pretty long. I do have to cover 3000 years with Sauron after all.

I didn't like the fight scene between Harry and Voldemort, but I couldn't think of a way to make it better. I might go back and make it more exciting and dramatic later.

¹ I found the name Iri and it's meaning at www(dot)parenthood(dot)com