A/N I know I know, two awful cliffhangers in a row and only more unanswered questions….But here are the answers to all your questions…since the last chapter was so short I hope this one makes up for it…..also my Beta is busy vacationing in India (what is she thinking having fun like that just kidding, you know I heart you Rhea) so this chapter is unbeta-ed so if there are mistakes don't hurt me….I'll post beta-ed chapters when she gets back I just didn't think you all wanted to wait …..

So just as promised this chapter picks up right where chapter 11 leaves off and by the end you will all understand Ginny's last comment...thank you to all who reviewed so far but the award for the best review of the last chapter has to go to Samantha+Brigid because that was freakin awsome...lol... so this is kind of an intense chapter (in my opinion) and I'm attaching a major BYOT warning so I hope you enjoy!

Harry quickly righted Ginny and without a word swept out of the compartment. Once in the hallway he muttered an incantation to place a barrier on the door to seal his friends inside. If this plan was going to work, he needed to know his were friends safe. Once he was confident that the others could not follow him, he leaned against the wall out of sight and waited for his heartbeat to slow and his hands to stop trembling. It wasn't what he was about to do that was rattling him so badly, but what he had just done.

I can't believe I just kissed Ginny, he thought as he banged the back of his head against the wall a couple times. But what a kiss that was. At least if I die, I will always know what it was like. In fact, I better hope I die, because after that both she and Ron are probably wanting to kill me…. I hope that didn't make her angry, I would hate if the last thing I ever did was make her angry with me. Oh well, I kissed her and she has the letter so there is nothing I can do about that now. I guess it's time to put my game face on and get this show on the road.

Once he had collected himself, he ran his hand through his hair, stepped purposefully off of the train and marched into the empty field that he knew was not going to be empty much longer. He stood up a little straighter and lifted his chin a little higher when he saw eleven Death Eaters emerge from the woods at the edge of the meadow.

"There you all are," Harry called. "Took you all long enough to get here. I thought I was going to have to wait all day and you know it's bad manners to keep someone waiting, especially in a kidnapping."

Several of the Death Eaters faltered at Harry obvious confidence. Their orders had been to take him off the train, they weren't expecting him to be in the middle of an empty meadow waiting for them.

"Don't worry, this isn't a trap," Harry told those who were looking around suspiciously. "No, I was just making it easier on you guys, as you have a tendency to foul things up if left to your own devices. I mean look at what happened the last time you tried to capture me. I hear that Goyle is really enjoying the view from his cell in Azkaban and how could Pettigrew not have enjoyed having his soul sucked out, not that he had much of one to begin with."

"Shut it Potter! I have had enough of your insolence," one of the Death Eaters said stepping forward.

"Is that you Nott?" Harry said patronizingly, "Did Voldemort make you the leader? I bet your mother is so proud. Although, he must have about as much faith in you to get this right as I did or else he wouldn't have felt the need to send…" he quickly counted pointing to each of them in turn, "eleven grown wizards to fetch one sixteen year old boy. Now that's just sad really, so your mother probably isn't that proud of you. Granted, personally I wouldn't know the difference because my mother is dead, but that's alright because I'm going to kill the man who did it before the nights over." Harry dropped the conversationally jovial tone and took a step forward, "And you had better be careful Nott or you will be joining him."

Nott ripped off his mask, his fury evident on his face and pulled out his wand, ready to kill Harry right then and there. Even though through his dreams, he knew what was going to happen, Harry's heart skipped a beat and his stomach dropped, but he forced himself to keep his cool and collected demeanor.

Just as Nott was pulling back his arm to shoot the killing curse at Harry, another Death Eater reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"You know we can't kill him, the Dark Lord wants him alive, he wants to finish him off himself."

"Ahh, Bellatrix, Voldemort wasn't to happy with you after you messed up last time, so you're being extra careful to follow orders this time around. But it doesn't matter because no matter how careful you are tonight, you're not going to see the morning. Now I'm tiring of this conversation so why don't you just stun me now so we can go."

Just before he closed his eyes he saw all eleven Death Eaters pulling out their wands, as he saw the red flashed of light coming at him through his closed eyelids he thought, Now this is going to hurt. Just remember who you are doing this for, sometimes a cause is worth a sacrifice. Then everything went black.

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Oi, Harry thought to himself as when he became all too aware of exactly what effect getting shot with eleven stunners simultaneously has on a persons body. Maybe I shouldn't have taunted them quite so much…Naw they would have done it anyways and at least I got some enjoyment out of it.

He groaned quietly as he opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings for the first time. He was outside and the sun was low in the sky but he could see houses in the distance. He turned around and saw rubble where he assumed a house once stood. Something about all of it seemed eerily familiar, but he didn't have time to dwell on it as his return to consciousness did not go unnoticed for long.

"Get up Potter," a Death Eater, whose voice Harry didn't recognize, ordered.

"Aww, but I'm so comfortable down here," he said as he waited for his head to stop spinning.

"Get Up Potter!"

"I'll get up when I'm good and ready," Harry glowered at the minion as he gingerly brought one hand up to his forehead where his scar was on fire.

"I said GET UP!" the man moved to grab Harry by the shoulder and force him to stand.

"Don't touch me!" Harry raged, throwing up a hand and launching him ten feet in the air, landing some thirty feet away.

Harry noticed with some satisfaction that the rest of the Death Eaters took a half step away from him. He did stand, however, when he saw a cloaked figure emerge from the wreckage of the house.

"Impressive Potter, most impressive," Voldemort drawled as he approached, giving a few half hearted claps of applause. "Although it's going to take more than parlor tricks to keep you alive tonight."

"Hullo Tom, long time no see. Did you miss me? I was afraid we might miss our yearly appointment for me to kick your ass, so I gave your flunkeys a hand."

"Such bravado Potter, but I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you. Especially since it was right over there that I killed you father, then your mother, then where I almost killed you. I assure you I wont fail this time."

Harry's stomach dropped, that was why everything seemed familiar, they were in Godrics Hollow. Harry's first impulse was telling him to find the nearest bed and to hide under it, but he forced himself to hold his ground.

Sirius's voice ran through his head, reiterating one of the pieces of advice his godfather had given him upon their last meeting. A convincing front of false bravery is almost as good as the real thing. With this mantra running through his head he kept his cool and spoke to Voldemort as if he did this everyday.

"Yes, and that didn't turn out to well for you last time now did it. And I assure you that this time wont end any differently." Harry was impressed with himself on how strong and even his voice remained even while his head was exploding with pain and he was so scared that his knees were shaking.

"Well as entertaining as this little exchange has been, it's time to prove you wrong." Voldemort pulled his wand hand back and exclaimed, "AVADA KE--"

"Really now Tom, are you that slow of a learner?" Much to Harry's relief, Voldemort stopped mid curse. "You know as well as I do, that a killing curse on me, has an adverse affect on you. And I would really hate to see this encounter end so soon. So I'm afraid that you are going to have to find so other way to attempt to kill me."

Voldemort looked at Harry, appraising him carefully while the teen hoped and prayed to all that is holy, that the dark wizard believed him. Harry honestly had no idea what effect the killing curse would have on him, but he really didn't care to find out.

"Fine Potter, have it your way. I would much rather watch you die slowly, perhaps by bleeding to death," Voldemort said throwing several cutting curses at Harry.

Harry didn't move or flinch as the curses hit him making deep gashes in both of his cheeks, his right thigh and his left side. A slow smile spread across his face as he felt the blood trickling down his body making soft splattering noises as it hit the ground.

"Thank you," he said before closing his eyes, reaching his arms out to his sides and muttering to himself.

"What is he doing?" Voldemort raged, suddenly realizing he had been tricked. "Stop him! KILL HIM!"

The Death Eaters, who had been watching the exchange in silence suddenly sprang into action.

"CRUCIO!"

"REDUCTO!"

"STUPEFY!"

"IMPEDIMENTA!"

"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"

"DIFFINDO!"

"TARANTALLEGRA!"

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

Voldemort's henchmen were trying every curse they could think of, but a soft glow was rising around Harry and all the curses simply bounced off of him and back into the crowd hitting the ground or even their fellow Death Eaters.

"Guardians of time and space
Guardians of heaven and hell
Guardians of good and evil
Guardians of the living and the dead
Guardians of what has always been and what will always be
Guardians of all and none, hear my plea
As my blood is spilled by my enemy,
Guardians hear my plea."

Harry didn't see it, but because of his dreams he knew that by this time, Bellatrix had been hit by her own reductor curse and was now lying dead in a heap on the ground. Well I warned her, Harry thought darkly as he felt the channel to 'them' opening up, signaling his cue to go on.

"Guardians, bless me with the power to do what is right
The power to do what must be done
The power to do your will.

"Guardians, bless me with the ability to protect those who must be protected
The ability to defeat those who must be defeated
The ability to do your will.

"Guardians, bless me with the voice to speak out against those who wrong others
The voice to speak for those who have been silenced
The voice to do your will.

"Guardians, infuse me with your power
Infuse me with your ability
Infuse me with your voice
Infuse me with your will."

Harry felt like a part of his mind that he had never used before was suddenly unlocking as raw power surged through his veins. He felt as if the whole world was at his finger tips and he felt his forged confidence turn into real confidence. Well that seemed to have worked, I might actually be able to do this after all, he thought to himself. Now lets see what I can do.

He lowered the shield that he had unknowingly placed around himself. Voldemort was watching him with a mixture of surprise and fury.

"I don't know what that was Potter, but this ends now! AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Harry watched as the green bolt of light came at him in what felt like slow motion. He put out a hand and created a shield that easily repelled the curse. He looked at his hand in surprise before turning his attention back to the dark wizard.

"You're going to have to do better than that Tom. I have 'them' on my side now. What do you have, a bunch of cowards who are trying to run away?" Harry said referring to the group of Death Eaters who were now trying to slink away unnoticed. With a wave of his hand and a blink of an eye they were bound with invisible ropes and placed in a line. "I wouldn't want you all to miss the end of the show, we're entering the third act now."

He closed his eyes once more, it was now time to enter phase two of the plan and for this he was going to need help. Three of the people he needed help from already knew about the plan and were expecting his call from the other side. No sooner than Harry used his new power to send a call into the beyond, had his mother, father, and his godfather materialized by his side.

The other three people were not as prepared to be called on and he had to reach out to them and ask if they were willing to help. Harry swelled with admiration for his friends when they all agreed, without any sort of hesitation, to help him, even though they had no idea as to what they were agreeing to. Not long after his aide from the other side had arrived, his best friends in the living world joined him as well.

"Harry! Where are we? What's going on? How did we get here?" Hermione asked in rapid succession as soon as she materialized.

"There's no time to explain," Harry said as he surrounded everyone in a barrier to block the curses Voldemort threw at him. "I'll have to show you."

Harry then opened a mental link to his friends and showed them exactly what had happened since he left them on the train, as he relived the past hour or so he was impressed with his own daring. He then showed them the plan for what he was going to do next. Even as he was fielding curses, he was able to experience the memory that he was sending to his friends with them.

"So I say that spell and hopefully open a channel to 'them' and they lend me all of this ancient power so that I will be able to do those other spells?" Harry asked his godfather as they walked along the lake.

"Yes and that extra power will temporarily make you the most powerful wizard in the world so that you will be able to perform both the enjoining spell and the conduit spell at the same time. Now both of those are extremely difficult, primeval and powerful pieces of ancient majiks. They originated in ancient Samaria around the time of….well the history isn't important. What is though, is how you will do it as they haven't been done in centuries and never simultaneously."

"So how do I do it?"

"You are going to need the help of six people, three for each spell, so counting you there are seven of people, which as you know is the most powerful magical number. Now you are lucky that you have six people that meet the qualifications because for the conduit spell you need three people who have died for you and for the enjoining spell you need three people that would be willing to die for you."

"Which do I do first?"

"The enjoining spell. You pick three people that all have different qualities that give you strength. They will then perform the ritual, and don't worry, if you pick the right people they will know what to do. The ritual will allow them to meld their spirits with your own and thus give you the strength for you are to be the vessel in the conduit spell which is next."

"How does that one work?"

"That's where your parents and I come in. We will pull the two strongest emotions, hate and love, out of the world and channel them through you. Once we send it to you, you will then send it to Voldemort."

"And that will kill him?" Harry asked.

"That's the theory."

"But not kill me?"

"Well, hopefully not, especially not before you complete the spell.…

The memory kept going but Harry felt like they had seen what they needed to know. He looked to his friends and saw the determination written across all of their faces and he knew that they would know what to do.

Hermione, Ron and Ginny began by chanting in an ancient language that Harry assumed was Sumerian and he was surprised to find that he could understand it.

"We the three give unto ourselves our strengths to embolden the vessel

So that we may succeed where alone we could not

Through the power of the ancients we join our spirits as one."

Hermione lifted her wand above her head and a blue ray of light burst from her wand.

"I offer the gift of Mind."

Ron followed Hermione's example but his light was red.

"I offer the gift of Heart."

Ginny did the same however her wand produced a violet ray.

"I offer the gift of Passion."

The three rays of light joined together over Harry's head as he too raised his wand.

"I, the Vessel accept these gifts so that we may become one."

As he said this a brilliant white light erupted from his wand and he was filled with a whole other level of power he never could have imagined. He could feel the electricity of life around him, he could sense the energy it took for the grass to grow below him, and he could feel the oxygen swirling around him in the in the air. He felt connected to every living thing in the world and even to the world itself.

Harry looked at Voldemort, unaware that his hair had turned completely white and his eyes completely green, and saw what only could be described as fear behind the dark wizard's eyes.

Voldemort sent several more curses his way, but Harry only waved a hand at the red beams of light and they turned into birds that promptly flew away.

"What are you playing at Potter. These games are not going to work!"

"You could never hope to grasp the source of our power," Harry said, but when he spoke it was not his voice but the voice of many. "We are the many, the ancient, the all. We are forever. You cannot escape us."

"We call on the one that gave it all."

James lifted his wand and drew a gold light from the air.

"We call on the one that sacrificed it all."

Lily did the same, drawing in a copper light.

"We call on the one that lost it all."

Sirius followed suit, his light silver. Once all three had drawn the powers out of the air they simultaneously brought their wands down and pointed them at Harry, channeling all the pain and hate that Voldemort had ever caused into his body at one time. The pain affected Harry just as much as it would Voldemort and it was excruciating, even with all his borrowed power it took everything he possessed to stay standing and stay focused on what he had to do. He felt as if his head was going to explode and his insides were being torn to shreds but he dropped his wand and opened his hands and sent this pure concentrated hate and pain in a black beam into the being that caused it.

Voldemort screamed, hissed and withered in pain but Harry kept his connection weakening the Dark Lord for the final blow. Once he had collapsed to the ground, Harry knew it was time and he changed the beam from black to white and sent pure unadulterated love into the blackened heart of the evil wizard.

Harry raised his arms and levitated Voldemort into the air. "Even after all the pain you have caused, there will always be more love in the world which is why you could never succeed and why we will ensure that you will no longer cease to be.

Voldemort, who had been screaming, suddenly was silenced as his eyes opened wide in surprise and the light that Harry had been filling him with exploded out of him in a bright flash of white. When the light had dissipated, there was nothing but a wisp of smoke in the space that the most evil wizard of all time had just occupied.

As his connection with Voldemort was broken, so was the connection with his friends and he fell to the ground. Ginny, Ron and Hermione all rushed to his side.

"We did it…" he said weakly as Ginny kneeled beside his head and began stroking his still white hair. "Thank you for you help," he said both to his friends and to his parents and sirius who then faded away to go back to where they came from.

A hacking cough racked his body and Hermione's eyes widened in horror. "Harry, your coughing blood. You need to send us back so we can bring you back help."

Harry shook his head and winced as the movement pained him. "It wont make a difference. I know I'm dying, but I don't want to be alone."

"Don't say that Harry. You are going to be fine. You just have to hold on, okay, just hold on," Ginny said, trying to reassure him.

"It's alright Peanut," Harry said using the nickname he had used for her ever since he called her it on her birthday trip the summer before, causing tears to stream silently down Ginny's face. "I've accepted it. I did what I came here to do and sometimes a cause is worth a sacrifice…"

"Harry--" Ron choked out, speaking for the first time.

"It's alright Ron, I know…." Harry said slowly, his speech becoming more painful and labored.

"Don't speak Harry, just hold on," Hermione all but pleaded with him, tears falling from her eyes as well.

"No…I have to…tell you….when I die…"

"You're not going to die," Ginny wailed.

Harry gave her a sad kind of half smile, "When I die…I will lose the magic…keeping you here…and you….will be sent back….to your bodies…. It wont be long….before…the Death Eaters….get loose…. So ask the Order….to come….and get them….and…me…"

"We will Harry," Ron said softly as his eyes too welled up with tears.

"Prom--" he took a deep breath, "Promise?"

"Promise," he answered. "You did really great Harry. The world owes you everything."

"I couldn't….have done it….without…you…"

One last shallow breath wracked his body and as he closed his eyes, his friends faded away. When he opened his eyes again all the pain was gone and he saw his parents and sirius waiting for him.

"That was bloody brilliant," sirius exclaimed, clapping Harry on the shoulder.

"That's my son," James said, swelling with fatherly pride.

"We always knew you would do it," Lily said, embracing her son for the first time in fifteen years.

A/N And there we have it…..I know I know…I've been the queen of the cliffies the past couple chapters but I promise and swear the next chapter is cliffieless…. I have already written seven pages of chapter 14 so I should have that one finished and up by the end of this weekend at the latest cause I know you are all dying (excuse the insensitve death pun) to find out whats going to happen to Harry and Ginny and everyone else…..so show me some review love and I will get the next one out ASAP…..