A/N: (Really important) I've made some things up about Roman history, so some of this won't be true. Enjoy!

"Huh?"

"What?"

"How can it be a fake, Harry Potter?" They all said at once, making some people look over. Harry grinned, walking forward, and stuck a finger out.

"You see, the red is too deep to actually be the real red. The only type of red 'paint' the Romans were able to get their hands on was actually blood," Harry said, making everyone wince. "This red is too deep and thin to be blood, considering the blood was dark once applied and light when dried, and as we all know, blood is thick, that's why it's able to clot," Harry said. "This is a dye, called carmine. It was discovered in like the 1500' , it can't be moved… this frame's anchored in."

"There's… binary code in the framework," Hermione said, stepping closer.

"It'll still be able to lead us to the crown, right?" Ron asked. Harry nodded.

"Of course."

"Uh oh," Sirius said, making them all look at him. "We got trouble." He nodded towards the back of the stairs, and they all looked to see the Serpent Brotherhood.

"Bloody wonderful," Remus said sarcastically. "Okay. Bolt, Wave, Padfoot, provide a distraction. Light and I will have to do some serious spellwork on this in order to ensure they don't find it."

"Okay, we'll distract 'em. See you two in a few!" Wave said, and they all ran to their separate places, weaving their way through the maze that was the museum.

Moony slowly took his wand out of his pocket and murmured a quick spell to begin. He looked at Light. "That was the spell to ensure that no one comes near us, or can see what we're doing," he said, having just cast the Cloaking Charm. Light twirled her vine wand and pointed towards the ceiling, and whispered "Protego," making a shield in the shape of a bubble. Now no one could come near them or see what they were doing. And if anyone did come near, they would "remember" that they had something important to do and rush out of the museum.

Harry peeked around a corner. There were several members of the SB around, and they were pretty much all stationed at different places, crowded around different paintings. He walked in front of the elevator, jogged in place for a few moments, and ran at the banister. Harry stepped on it and threw himself off, unfurling his feathered emerald green wings to smooth the fall and breaking the cloaking spell he had put on his wings to hide them.

There was a moment of weightlessness, than he landed on the top of the square shaped platform. Harry sighed in relief and tucked his wings in. Something in his side vision caught his eye; it was a girl, gapping at him. Harry drew his wand, pointed it in the direction of the girl, and whispered "Obliviate," erasing the girl's memory of him, what she had seen, and what just occurred. A winged wizard would be hard to explain.

Harry remembered with a smile how he got his wings, clutching his beloved holly wood phoenix feather wand. It was the day of Voldemort's defeat…

"You foolish child, thinking you can defeat me!?" Voldemort laughed and raised the elder wand higher. "Nobody will be able to defeat me, not with this wand!"

"That's where you're wrong, Tom," Harry said, and Ron and Hermione got over their shock of his being "dead" and jumped up on stage to join him. His friends were on either side of him. "You may be a master of dark magic, spreading death wherever you go, but my friends and I are masters of a different kind of magic, the type that will defeat you!" He linked hands with Ron and Hermione, all of their wands in hand.

Hermione had been able to repair Harry's wand once they got back from Godric's Hollow, using their combined magic. It was a relief to Harry, who could not bare to lose his beloved wand and felt as if he would never defeat Tom Riddle… until Hermione repaired his wand.

"Oh?" Tom taunted, "and what magic could that be? Avada Kedavra!" he bellowed, and the jet of green light rocketed towards the Golden Trio. All three pointed their wands towards Voldemort and joined them in the center in front of Harry, making a triangle.

"PROTEGO!" The three screamed, and their combined magic formed a green-blue shield around them just as the curse reached them. The three teenagers struggled to push the curse back with their combined magic, and slowly a braid of magic started to weave its way into existence. At the beginning of the braid, connected to the shield, was Ron's magic, which was crystal blue, on the left. In the middle was Harry's emerald green magic, and on the right was Hermione's magic, which was a golden yellow. As the braid got longer it started to turn green-blue and in the middle, several feet from where Voldemort was standing, there were two bubbles of light, one bright green (Voldemort's spell) and the other a green-blue circle (the Golden Trio's spell).

Slowly, the Golden Trio's magic began to push back Voldemort's magic. "It's working!" Hermione yelled over the intense magic that was blowing their hair backwards.

"Keep going!" Harry urged them, and they continued, slowly pushing Voldemort's killing curse back.

Suddenly said killing curse gained power. "No!" Ron yelled, and as the curse reached the shield they were all thrown backwards, and injured.

Voldemort laughed. "You see?" he said in his high, cold voice. The Golden Trio struggled to get up, but couldn't, and groaned in pain.

Slowly, a green-blue light began to surround the Golden Trio, healing their wounds and making them float off the ground. Voldemort's laughter soon stopped as he noticed this, the famous Golden Trio floating with their eyes closed. "What?" he said, "this is impossible!"

"It's not, actually," Hermione said, joining the tips of her fingers with Ron and Harry's, her wand floating in front of her. The same thing was happening to Ron and Harry.

"You have hate inside of you, Voldemort," Harry said. "The only thing that allowed me to survive that night, when you came to kill me, was the opposite to hate. It was love!"

As soon as Harry said it, a semi translucent sphere of green-blue magic surrounded them, making their hair float upwards. Their own individual magic swirled around their bodies, changing their bodies.

Voldemort attempted the killing curse again, but it bounced off the sphere and turned into green fire on the floor. The bright green fire went higher so it was preventing the Dark Lord from seeing what was happening. "This is impossible!" Voldemort screamed.

"Not impossible," Ron said, as the sphere slowly melted away to reveal the Golden Trio. They were themselves, except they had wings.

Ron had crystal blue bat like wings that were 15 feet across, with undertones of emerald green and golden yellow. He was surrounded by his crystal blue magic aura. Harry's wings were emerald green feathered, shaped like a dove's, and 14 feet across with undertones of crystal blue and golden yellow, with his body being surrounded by his emerald green magic aura. Hermione's wings were 13 feet across and butterfly shaped, golden yellow in color with gold surrounding her wings, and had undertones of emerald green and crystal blue, and she was surrounded by her golden yellow aura. Their combined magic and love for each other had given them wings.

They flew up, Harry in the middle of the Golden Trio. "Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort bellowed, and Harry projected a circular shield in front of them.

"There's something you will never know, Voldemort," Harry said, as he put his wand forward. Ron and Hermione joined their wands with him, making the spell again. "Miscere magiautmami!" they all said.

That was an ancient spell that could only be used by best friends combined. By the power of their friendship, and the fact that the Horcruxes ceased to exist, it was a spell that easily brought Voldemort to his doom. The Dark Lord turned into ashes as the spell hit him, and was soon blown away by the wind.

The Golden Trio slowly were lowered to the ground, their magic swirling around them. The spectators, who had been silent before, burst into cheers as the GT hugged one another. Their love for each other had finally paid off.

Harry smiled at the memory while flicking off the Serpent Brotherhood members who passed with Obliviate. Once that was done he jumped down from the square and met up with Remus and Hermione. Ron was there as well.

"Hey Bolt," Hermione said. "We're done."

"I think I have an idea were the next clue is," Remus said. He tucked his wand away and led them outside, to where a sort of sundial was on a pedestal. It was faded bronze. Remus studied it for a while and then said "Coordinates… this means the Crown of King Arthur is real."

Sirius ran up to Remus where he was facing the three teens and wrapped his arms around Remus' waist, resting his head on the werewolf's shoulder. "Oh there you are, Padfoot," Remus said, smiling, "there's some very exciting stuff going on here. The crown is buried in the Black Forest, somewhere."

"Somewhere?" Ron said, "Let's find it, I know where the Black Forest is!" He jogged off, and Harry followed him, with Hermione close behind. Remus and Sirius followed. They crossed over the two intersecting pathways and towards a building that looked like a castle, but were actually horse stables.

It was time to find the Crown of King Arthur.