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In my last chapter I said 'see you soon'... sorry that didn't happen. But this is the last chapter, so thanks for being patient.
The hall was filled with injuries. Magnus wanted to help, but he didn't know where to start. Alec was sitting down next to a woman who was looking solemnly at him, eyes distant and foggy, like she wasn't listening. Magnus walked over to them, sitting down.
"She's not responding. Just staring into space." Alec said. Magnus waved some blue fire in her face. Suddenly, she broke into tears, her sobs joining the others. "Just shock. Any powerful emotion can send you into it, and any powerful emotion can send you out of it."
"And you chose sadness." Alec said, looking puzzled.
"It is a powerful emotion. Seemed appropriate for the moment." Magnus looked at the woman mournfully. He could do more, and comfort her. But he moved on. Some people lobes where growing at an alarming rate. Others had more muggle injuries like broken arms or conclusions from being thrown against walls. Magnus put his hands on all or the injuries and healed as many as he could, Alec walking behind him, handing the injured warm cups of a simple healing potion.
"You never told me about Harry." Alec said.
"Right. Harry is a horcrux."
"A horcrux. Like, 'Voldemort ripping his soul out and putting it into famous objects' horcrux?"
"Yes. A horcrux. The night Voldemort tried to kill him, the curse rebounded, killing Voldemort. His soul was so determined not to die, and already had so many horcruxes out there, that it latched on to the only other living thing it could find, or Harry. So far, Voldemort doesn't know about this, so hopefully we have the upper hand."
"Does Harry know about this?"
"He's finding out." They stood there in silence, holding hands and watching the other occupants of the Hall.
Clary was wondering what in this crazy world of demons and angels and wands and magic what they were going to do. It seemed like nothing in this world could get them out of this sinkhole. Harry couldn't go to the forest, he would die, but if he did, we would all have to bow to Voldemort or die anyways. So they were stuck, cornered, with no way out.
Simon himself was walking towards her, holding out his hands as he did. After helping Clary up, he said "Let's go talk to Magnus. I think he's withholding information that could get us out of this cursed situation." As they walked towards Magnus and Alec, they talked too Jace and Izzy, who were talking quietly amongst themselves.
"Magnus, would you like to revile the information you have been hiding from us? We think that this could possible get us out of this situation."
Magnus smiled. "But you're not going to believe me." He said.
"Tell us any way."
"Alright. But I warned you and I reserve the right to tell you I told you so. Harry is a horcrux." A moment of silence.
"Wow. That's so crazy it's almost believable. What are we going to do?" Simon said.
"I have no idea."
"None?"
"Well, Harry has two options. Go into the forest, or not. Its his choice. But we have to kill the snake. Thats our job. Harry can do whatever he wants, but we have to kill the snake. It's a horcrux to. But right now, we're just waiting. Something will happen, trust me."
A rattling noise shook the Hall. A great boom echoing around the tall stone walls. Everyone looked up. What could cause something like that? Then a man with dark hair rushed into the Hall and shouted "It's Voldemort! Voldemort is outside!" Confusion followed. People rushed outside to see if it was really him, then shouting and screaming in fear. Ron, Hermione, Clary, Alec, Izzy, Jace, Simon, and Magnus all pushed there way to the front of the crowd to get a good look on the scene.
Lord Voldemort stood in all his terrible glory, arms out stretched, mouth in a twisted grin, red eyes gleaming. Behind him stood all his faithful followers, and Hagrid. Something, no, someone was in Hagrid's arms. As Voldemort stopped, a ripple seemed to pass over the crowd. They realised who was in Hagrid's arms. Harry Potter, limp and lifeless, there only hope of salvation, was dead. Ginny threw herself forward, screaming in protest.
"Stupid girl!" Yelled Voldemort, as he wiped his wand in a sweeping motion and Ginny crashed into an invisible barrier. She beat it with her fists and sobbed. Mr. Weasley took her by her sholder and pulled her back, still crying. Hermione had her face covered, and Ron was pale as a sheet.
"Harry Potter is dead!" Exclaimed Voldemort, raising his arms to the sky. A cheer rose up among his followers. Harry Potter died, trying to escape, to abandon all of you." He took pleasure in the lie. "From this day forth, you but your faith in me." He pointed to himself. "If not, I will not hesitate kill you, your family, and the people you call your friends. "
"Draco. Draco come." Came the soft voice of a blonde woman. She was gesturing to Draco, and he stepped forward hesitantly, and stood next to what looked like his mother and father.
Neville staggered forward. He was holding a raggedy hat, and had a pretty bad limp.
"I'm sure we'll find a place for you in our ranks." Voldemort sneered.
"I'd just like to say something." Voldemort's sneer slipped of his face. "People die, everyday. A lot of people. We lost Fred, Remus, Tonks, and many more. And yeah. We lost Harry today too. But he's still here!" He turned around to face the crowd, pointing to his heart. "Harry told me once, that the ones who love us never truly leave us." He reached into the hat he was caring and pulled out a long sword. "Dumbledore's Army!" He yelled, and charged. Voldemort didn't let him get very far, and blasted a spell square into his chest. He was thrown backwards violently and landed with a thud.
Voldemort cackled evilly, but his insane laughter stopped as a cry of surprise jumped from the crowd. Harry had rolled out of Hagrid's arms, and landed like a cat on the stone floor. He grabbed at his wand and started shooting spells towards the large snake that was now snapping at everybody's heels. Death Eaters had started away from the scene. The tables had been turned.
Fight immediately broke out. Flashes of light and the voices of people screaming spells filled the air. It looked like Harry had gotten away, but it seemed like Voldemort had followed him. Jace had thrown himself into the battle, taking out as many figures in dark uniforms as he possibly could.
"We need to make a plan!" Shouted Hermione over the chous.
"I don't think any plan would work at the moment." Yelled Simon.
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
"I don't know, what we always do."
"And what would that be?"
"Saving people, hunting things, the family business." Smirked Magnus. Simon gave him a high five.
"I have no idea." Alec sighed, and stepping into battle, at his parabatai's side.
Magnus looked in the corner of his eye and spotted Neville trying to sit up. He rushed over, picking up the Sword of Gryffindor as he did. He shoved it into Neville's hands and shook him awake completely.
"No pressure or anything, but you have to kill the snake." Magnus said in Neville's ear. He pulled him too his feet and brushed him off. "The whole battle is depending on you killing that snake. So if you would do us all a favor,-" He pushed Neville stewards the large green serpent, "-kill it."
"Are you sure?" Neville asked reluctantly.
"Well if the battle isn't depending on it, you still will have taken out an important chain in the link. And it's also a giant snake, and I know lots of people who don't like snakes. So do them a favor and kill that snake." He practically shoved Neville forward this time.
Neville looked back at the group, and Clary gave him a 'well get going' gesture and he turned back to the snake. He lifted the sword, and in the fury of battle, looked quite like a hero. The serpent threw itself at Neville with gusto, and he swung the blade across the snake's neck. It came crashing down, slicing the head clean off.
The world seemed to freeze. Voldemort and Harry had landed in the middle of the courtyard, on there stomachs, crawling, inching towards their wands. The picked them up and scrambled to their feet, slowly circling each other.
"It's over Tom." Called Harry. "Your Death Eaters are gone, your horxuses have all been destroyed. You can't win."
Voldemort screamed in outrage, throwing the Killing Curse at Harry. He dodged it, and continued talking.
"You know it's true. So I'm offering you one last chance. Put down your wand. Come quietly." Voldemort let leash a spectacular burst of green light, and Harry countered it with his own stream of red. The two spells met, crashing together like two bullets. It had all come down to this.
Each wizard tried desperately to push the bead of golden light that connected the green and red to the others wand. One minute, the bead was dangerously close to Harry's wand, then another second later, Voldemort's wand was almost shaking to pieces the bead was so close. The fishing all around them had ceased, and it was eerily quiet.
Finally, with a great burst of last energy, like the final length of a sprint, Harry pushed the bead down Voldemort's wand, causing a light show of green and red sparks. Instead of the effects in the graveyard, the Killing Curse completely backfired on Lord Voldemort, sending him flying, and crashing down to the cold stone floor.
The great Lord Voldemort was gone for good. Cheers and applause rang up, the entire Hall celebrates the vanquishing of the evil tyrant. People swarmed Harry, patting him on the back, kissing him, hugging him, lifting him up on their shoulders.
And just like that, it was a party. Somebody had magicked up a juice of some sort, and a flying banner of the Hogwarts crest had been hung from the ceiling.
"Good job, mate!" Ron shouted at Harry, thumping him on the back.
"I couldn't have done it without you!" He yelled, a huge grin in his face.
Suddenly, Ginny appeared out of thin air, pushing Ron out of the way. She slammed into Harry with a kiss, giving him the biggest hug if them all.
The party went on and on. People talked and laughed, but the loss of so many people still hung in the air. Finally, Harry stood up and shouted for attention.
"Today marks the day that Lord Voldemort was no more!" Cheers rang out. "But he took a lot of people with him. People that we cared about. While we can't let that dim our spirits, we still must remember their sacrifice. That is why I propose that we build a monument for our friends and family. We'll make further arrangements later. For now, celebrate!" More cheers went up. Harry walked over the the group of Shadowhunters and Magnus, who looked ready to depart. "Are you going to stay for the party?" Harry asked.
"As much as I like a good party, we must get back to New York. These guys have demons to kill." Magnus said. They shook hands and thanked each other, then Clary opened a portal to the New York Institute, and they went through to the other side.
They were standing in the grand foyer, where the adults were gathered. They all turned to look at the shimmering portal and the people who had just stepped out of it.
"Where have you been?!" Cried Clary's mother.
"We were at the London Institute." Clary replied.
"You were not. I sent them a letter, and they said you had never arrived."
"Well we're back now. No need to worry." Simon said.
"Your mother has been in a panic since you left. You will have some explaining to do to her." Simon mumbled an apology and he and Clary slipped away to the library, where they heard some shouting from Mrs. Lightwood, then the rest of the group, excluding Magnus, met them.
"Magnus portaled away." Alec explained at his absence. "Didn't want to get in trouble." They all sat down at the fireplace.
"That's another thing too add too my 'Things I Can't Believe Happened To Me' list." Clary said, flopping down on a big comfy armchair that she had claimed as her normal sitting place.
"It was sort of outlandish. Not too surprising, we do have warlocks, they're sort of the same thing." Jace said.
"Still. It's not something I'll forget easily." Alec commented.
"I hope we get to see them again some time." Izzy said.
"Well I'm going to the training room." Jace said. Alec followed, and they left for the punching bags and seraph blades.
"I just want to get back to my own bed." Clary said, rubbing her eyes. "I don't think we've slept for at least 24 hours."
"I'm going to go talk too my mom. Do you think she'll be worried?"
"Nah. Magnus said you were at a training thing. Just say you came home early or something." Izzy said. Simon pecked her on the cheek and left. "Now I'm going to have to face my mother." Izzy sighed. "But I think I'll go to bed first. See you tomorrow, Clary."
Clary sat back in her chair, thinking about the events of the past week. "This life is just one roller coaster ride after another. Will I ever get used to it?" She said to herself. It was certainly something spectacular. Next thing you know, she would be back in her Shadowhunter gear, hunting demons, like just another Tuesday. Clary curled up into a ball and fell asleep, dreaming about angels and demons, wands and magic, dragons and dark lords. When she would wake up, she still might have her mother too face, her training to do, and so many other tasks to complete, but once again, something extraordinary had happened. And she knew that herself and the others would not be quick to forget the new friend they had made in the wonderful adventures they had shared.
TA DA! That took an unnecessarily long time to write, but it's over now! I'm so proud! I hope you loved reading it, as much as I enjoyed writing it. And thank you for sticking with Harry, until the very end.