A/N: Mostly to set up the final day .. it's a bit tedious but most stories have tedious parts.

It took a bit, but the students of Hogwarts had soon all withdrawn. The Gryffindors had gathered up Luna and Harry had smiled upon seeing Ginny enthusiastically meeting Luna's new familiar. Hermione had rushed off to the Library – far too much had happened and she would need to stability of the written word to figure it out.

Ron had looked like he wanted to stay but the number of teachers and adults had put him off – he looked like he was going to find a chess game, or his bed for a nap.

Lady Hyacinth had gone off with her granddaughter and the other visitors from France. She extracted a promise that Harry would inform her when he might be free again, as circumstances allowed (he didn't necessary control his movements at all times).

Igor Karkaroff had gathered his own students to speak of his different expectations based on his own changes.

Draco had withdrawn looking decidedly unhappy. Sipping his hot cocoa (provided by Dobby) Harry looked over to the Head of Slytherin who was trying to be as invisible as possible.

"Professor Snape."

"Mr. Potter." The man was at least trying to be civil.

"I might recommend heading off to prevent stupidity on the part of your godson. He didn't look happy as he left. I can just imagine the letter he's writing home right about now. 'Dear Father, the Mudbloods are getting uppity. They're saying mean things about the Dark Lord. That Loony girl who's father runs the Quibbler has been given an animal which I don't have. Get hers killed. You need to convince the Minister to make them those lesser kiss our boots. Mum, send chocolates'." Looking over at the man with complete seriousness he said, "Considering just who spoke and exactly what She said, I might recommend that you head off any precipitous moves by a man who listens too much to the complaints of his son and acts without a full understanding of true events. It might prevent him from making costly mistakes. If you understand my meaning."

Snape stiffly replied, "I am certain the he would not be so foolish." The Morrigan had been quite clear in her disdain for certain attitudes and certain people, the Dark Lord included.

Harry snorted. "Considering the track record he has as regards things he doesn't agree with, are you really sanguine about taking the chance? Draco Malfoy has far too many Gryffindor tendencies to be allowed to act without proper supervision and an unbelievable ability to ignore that which his disagrees with – regardless of whom speaks."

Severus Snape looked at the Traveler as he considered what was said. Finally he addressed the Deputy Headmistress. "Minerva. I shall be unavailable for a time today. After I ensure my elder prefects have things in hand, I will be visiting a parent or two as regards certain changing circumstances."

Minerva barely withheld her smirk as she nodded. "That's fine."

The man quickly withdrew.

Xeno Lovegood had gone off with Hagrid to place his new charges in their new home. Xeno was interested in seeing how to do it most effectively and was interested in Hagrid's insights.

When only the Deputy Headmistress, the DMLE representatives, Harry Potter, Sirius Black and the Traveler were left, the elder Harry had a question. "How are you keeping the lid on things with the Prophet?" he asked Amelia curiously.

"I've muzzled Bagman on the treat of a charge of treason if he talks to much and had him pass on the results of the second task – without all the extra drama. With the Minister out of town with his … assistant … they don't have the access that they normally have to bypass security. When I was contacted, I told them that there would be news on Monday – after this is all resolved. I've informed the other Aurors that if anything gets out, I will send them to work night shifts at Azkaban."

Harry nodded. "That would do it. How about the report to Voldemort by Crouch? Did anyone consider that?"

Amelia nodded. "I had Tonks contact Pettigrew using the information we retrieved under Veritaserum, saying that there was too much scrutiny to actually come to his Master directly. He will be expecting a full report … tomorrow." Harry grinned. By then, it would be close to over.

"Mr. Potter?" a voice interrupted.

Harry (both of them looked over) and asked, "Yes?"

The Deputy Headmistress scoffed and said, "That's troublesome. I meant the older."

"Can I help you?"

Taking a large drink of something that he suspected had been braced, the Deputy Headmistress said, "Can I ask you not to bring any more Gods and Goddesses into things? I was half expecting to see the Great Lady start smiting students. Ye' canno' be courtin' deities withou' cullin' doon harsh penalties!" By the end, the Deputy Headmistress was starting to retreat into her native Gaelic accent.

Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry – not my fault. And if you want someone to blame about your gods and goddesses being so absolute – blame your ancestors."

"Huh?" was the common sound around the table.

Harry sighed. "Did anyone notice that Aphrael was a bit different than the Goddess and God she asked to visit?"

Those present looked around. "Not really. She did seem a bit more … varied," Amelia Bones said. "She wasn't as … extreme in her reactions."

The Traveler nodded. "Aphrael is one of two types of Deities. Her type includes deities fully formed upon coming into being and whom have a certain leeway in shaping their people and their society. The second type are what most Deities on Earth are, save the God of Creation: Earth was formed with inherent forces of energy including some of the energies of the Gods, or divine energy. When sentient peoples evolve, they tend to see the forces of nature as a product of the will of a God. And because there is divine energy seeded within the creation of Earth, this very belief shapes and forms the Gods and Goddesses we end up with. Thus your Gaelic Goddess of Magic is, very much, a force of nature. Unyielding. Without hesitation in damning those that displease her. Because that's what the Gaelics who came to this land saw and imbued their Goddess with. So – blame your ancestors."

Minerva sighed. "It might have been easier to live with Aphrael and her fellow formed Divinities."

Harry shrugged. "Actually, in her world, anyone performing magic must have the approval of a God before they can do so. Because humans here have, for the lack of a better term, divine influence in that their choices shape the divine, we are not so dependant directly. So – which would you prefer?"

Those present considered that.

Harry then added, "That is of course what makes someone like Voldemort so dangerous."

The collective, "What?" was amusing.

"Because there is some divine effect due to human belief, only on Earth that I have found can humans become gods. Enough belief by enough people …" Everyone was wide-eyed at that. "That's why the defeat of Voldemort at Godric's Hallow was so important. It showed people that he wasn't a god. But then again, it also caused a belief in the 'boy-who-lived'." He turned to his local counterpart. "Part of why we Harry Potters are so powerful in so many dimensions has, in part, to do with the belief of many dimensions in the power of a small boy who could defeat a Dark wizard even as a babe fresh from its mothers teat. Not something that likely should be bandied about though."

A figure shimmered into visibility. "None shall report this widely, under order of the Department of Mysteries. Wide knowledge of this could upend our entire society or even the world."

Most were startled at the sudden presence of an Unspeakable. Except the Traveler. He hadn't been aware – but in may universes they were sneaky bastards.

After getting agreement from all present (except the Traveler whom the local Unspeakables knew they had no control over), the figure retreated to report to the office.

"Okay," the Traveler said. "We have two main things to do today – well, three."

"What are the three? Amelia Bones asked.

"First, we need to retrieve the Locket of Salazar Slytherin so that it can be present at the Veil of Death when Harry calls Death once more. It contains one part of Voldemort's soul. That will be the easiest thing."

"How will that be easy?" Sirius asked.

"Funny you should be the one to ask. It will be easy because it currently resides in the Black Family home on Grimmauld Place in London."

Sirius was flummoxed. "How!?"

Harry sighed. "Your brother. When he realized exactly what Voldemort had created, he stole the horcrux from the cave where Voldemort put it, protected by inferi, losing his life in the process. He ordered his loyal house elf to destroy it – but Kreacher has been unable. He's gone a bit mad from trying."

Sirius was left speechless. He didn't know what to think.

Amelia nodded. "And the last part will be collecting Pettigrew and Voldemort. I will have trusted Aurors ready for that assault this afternoon."

The Traveler nodded. "I think Harry should come with us to London, but I think your Aurors plus me should be enough for Voldemort, Pettigrew – and his snake."

Amelia considered that, as did the Deputy Headmistress. Sirius and the local Harry were already sold. Finally the two women nominally in charge agreed.

It took a little work, but finally arrangements had been made. A Ministry car took the group (Sirius had been glamoured as the evidence of his innocence was still under wraps) to Grimmauld Place.

Cursing about his desire to be anywhere but there, Sirius performed the necessary steps to open the house.

Carefully, the group entered the home and closed the door. Harry had warned them, luckily, about the picture because it was silenced before it could start.

Soon they were joined by the target of their visit. "Who dares enter the home of my mistress? This be home of Black family and interlopers be not wanted."

Sirius had always hated Kreacher but, for the sake of his brother, he tried to withhold it. "Kreacher! I, Sirius Orion Black, Son of Orion Black, Grandson of Arturus, the last Black of Black, I have returned to take up the mantle as The Black!"

Kreacher looked torn. "Mistress will be upset. Mistress's disappointment is now Master."

Before Sirius could say anything else, Harry stepped in. "Kreacher! Listen and do not speak!"

Kreacher visibly started when he realized he couldn't say anything. "Sirius has come back to the House of Black to help you to finish Regulus' last order. Do you understand? Speak now."

"Other wizard is also Master. But Kreacher can feel it. Disappointment has come to finish Regulus' work? To help Kreacher?" Kreacher was a bit wild-eyed at this.

Sirius had calmed down. Nodding his thanks to Harry, he addressed the House Elf. "Yes. Tomorrow my Godson Harry," and he put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "will be calling Death as Death has asked for the piece of soul that is contained in the Locket. When the piece of soul is claimed, Regulus' order to destroy it will be done. Be ready for my call. Do you understand?"

"Kreacher understands. Kreacher will come when called."

"Good." He turned and said, "Let's get out of here. I'll come back when this is done to take care of the house but not now."

Those with Sirius were sympathetic. As the last one out, Harry paused and wandlessly removed the silencing charm. "Lady Black. When Regulus' final order is honored, I recommend listening to the words that The Morrigan spoke to Hogwarts just this morning. I am certain that your son will be more than willing to tell you."

He quickly left before the painting could reply.

Harry Potter, Lone Traveler, was sitting with Amelia Bones and Kingsley Shacklebolt, waiting for the other Aurors that would make up the assault team.

Harry had shared what intelligence he could with the DMLE Director. Seeing that those they were apprehending were relying on stealth more than wards and other things, they didn't believe they needed heavy cursebreaking teams.

Finally, the team was together and Amelia was ready to begin. Before doing so, Harry asked to introduce himself. She allowed it.

"Hello, folks. My name is Harry Potter and I'm a dimensional traveler. I will be assisting on today's operation. I was an Auror on my own world and I bring a few unique skills."

Kingley Shacklebolt asked respectfully, "Such as?"

Harry grinned. "Watch this."

Concentrating, Harry moved from one place to another. Suddenly he was among them and he wandlessly stunned one of the Aurors in the room.

"Okay. Different transport, no noise; wandless magic," Kingsley summed up.

"Yeah, and one more thing that is even more vital here."

"Which is?"

Harry wandlessly vanished the sleeve on the Auror he stunned. His fellows were shocked to see the remnants of a Dark mark. "Experience."

Amelia had taken her wand in her hand and said, with a very white face, "Arms visible, folks. We aren't taking any chances."

Quickly ensuring the rest were clean, Yaxley was quickly re-stunned and taken to a secure cell. "Considering we're taking down Voldemort today – I don't think we can afford any questionable elements. Wouldn't you all agree?"

The Aurors in the room were shocked. When they were told it was a secret op, they did NOT expect this level. "Do we have enough?" one asked.

Harry nodded. "Luckily, we have to deal with the Dark Idiot who's in a small, magically made body which is much weaker, a pretty clever but completely cowardly follower, and a magically enhanced snake. They're hiding in a Muggle home away from other Muggle homes, so it will be unlikely we will be violating any Secrecy laws. There will be no wards. And setting up anti-apparition, anti-portkey, and anti-animagus wards can be done before we begin the assault. As far as the Dark idiot is concerned, if his body gets killed, he will just have to find another follower and get another body. So he won't be as completely unwilling to be taken into custody as he would be otherwise. Just don't kill the snake – it also contains a piece of his soul which we will be taking care of with a special procedure. Any questions?"

Another Auror asked, :Who is the second wizard?"

Harry turned to the DMLE Director, who sighed. "Peter Pettigrew."

It took a while to clear up the storm of protests and cries of confusion but, eventually, it was done. The Aurors were now ready to go.

Harry scouted and found an out of sight position near Riddle Manor and, bringing Amelia Bones, she made a portkey for the assault group.

The actual assault and capture ended up being fairly easy. It helped that Harry could scout using his phoenix form, which impressed the Aurors.

Needless to say, the Dark Lord Voldemort, aka Tom Marvolo Riddle, aka Evil Baby, was quite unhappy with his followers and those that had captured him. The Unspeakables took over to ensure that the small form didn't perish before it could be taken care of the next day. Pettigrew was put into a cell with various spells on it. In addition, Harry had borrowed a few guards. Pettigrew nearly had a breakdown when confronted with Hermione's cat Crookshanks right outside his cell with a few of Mrs. Figg's cats.

Harry was easily amused at times.

Harry once again guested with the Lady Hyacinth. This time there were no interruptions or surprise guests. On Sunday morning, the Lady moved to sit with her daughter and granddaughter, who would be going to the Ministry to see Dumbledore's trial at an emergency Wizengamot meeting. Their father was with Gabrielle visiting the new Snorcacks. Gabrielle was quite interested in seeing the new creatures and Hagrid had been happy to show them off when asked.

In French, so that most of the people around them wouldn't understand, Appoline asked, "Mother? Why are you walking like that? I may not be pure Veela but I know that our bodies do not have such discomforts from having sex – no matter how rough or long."

The Lady Hyacinth smirked. "True. But notice how envious the English females in the Hall are."

Appoline glanced around and, to her amusement, her mother was right. The older students (and a couple of the female staff) were glancing between her mother and the attractive Wizard who was sitting at the Great Table. Their expressions were a bit put out.

Fleur, ever curious, "Was it as good as you imply?"

The Lady's face took on a smile of pure contentment. "Better."

Fleur glanced over to the younger Harry in contemplation. "Perhaps I should reconsider a long term relationship?"

The three looked at each other and laughed. Veela humor was much more open than English humor. It was probably just as well that no one around them could understand what was being said.

Soon, the hall cleared. By 9:30, many were making their way to the Headmaster's office which would be opened by Professor McGonagall for all of those who would be at the Ministry.

This included the Champions, Madam Maxime and Professor Karkaroff, the Veela Matriarch and her family, the Heads of Gryffindor and Slytherin (Snape had provided the original Veritaserum), Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. (Ron had gotten permission through Percy to support his friend and Hermione had used Hedwig to get permission from her parents).

The Lone Traveler made his own way.

At 10:00, the Emergency session got underway – amidst grumbling from many for interrupting their Sunday. These complaints would soon disappear as the severity of the circumstances came to light.

The first called to the stand was Harry Potter, Lone Traveler.

Madam Bones was acting as Prosecutor. "Please state your name and titles."

"Harry Potter. I am an inter-dimensional visitor. The various titles I hold include the following from my home dimension: Lord Potter of Pottersmeade, Lord Black of Blackmoor, Lord Gryffindor of Hogwarts, Lord Slytherin of Hogwarts. I also am known by Maarek Ilumian to the Goblins, or Fury of the Light. I have held the title of Master of Death. I also hold titles in other dimensions which are not relevant. I also am Knight Commander of the Order of Merlin in several dimensions, Knight Commander of different Orders under the British Crown in other dimensions, and probably other titles I am not aware of."

Curious, Amelia asked, "How does Knight Commander of the Order of Merlin compare to our own system of first, second, and third class?"

"First Class with distinction would be the comparative award. I've earned it several times for different actions."

"In lieu of describing what you observed upon entering our dimension, you have volunteered to show it in a Pensieve style which allows it to be shown to large audiences. Is this correct?"

Dumbledore stood up – as much as he could. "Objection. This particular magic device has not been verified as accurate here."

Madam Bones smirked. "Actually," she pulled out a sheet with several copies, "the Department of Mysteries and Gringotts have certified it as accurate. The license to make them is owned by the Potter family – a gift from Lord Potter here to his dimensional family." She turned. "Also, you shall be giving a magical oath as regards these memories?"

Harry nodded and stood. With permission, he pulled his wand. "I, Harry James Potter, give oath upon my magic that the memories I shall put forward during this session shall be accurate and unaltered, and only reduced in length to prevent the privacy of another form being violated if I deem it necessary. I shall explain if this is the case. So Mote it Be!"

Dumbledore sat down. The Wizengamot was too curious to allow the use of this new Pensieve to be prevented.

This would be a long day for Dumbeldore and it was just getting started.