Almost The Last Chapter

Harry slumped down on Xander chest and let out a tired giggle. Xander wrapped his arm around his waist and smiled up at the ceiling tiredly. Bathroom floor sex wasn't the best sex, but it was still amazing. Harry sat up with a lot of effort.

"Bath."

Xander smirked at him. Apparently he had worn his boyfriend out so much that he couldn't even get out a full sentence.

Oh yeah. The Xanman was that good.

He yelped when Harry smacked him on the chest.

"Get that smirk off of your face." Harry mock glared at him and Xander laughed.

Xander moved to sit on the edge of the tub. He ran his hand through the bath water. Still hot. He climbed into the tub and sighed in pleasure. Harry got in after him and lay down on Xander's chest. He moaned into Xander's neck.

"This feels good." he murmured.

A few minutes into their soak Harry felt his skin begin to tingle. It was a rather pleasant sensation.

"Do you feel that?" Harry asked.

"Feel what?"

"It's like a tingling feeling. My whole body just feels so...alive."

Xander ran his hands up Harry's back and the other boy damn near purred.

"That's nice..."Harry's voice began to slur.

He snuggled into Xander and fell asleep. Not long afterward Xander joined him.

Harry didn't know where he was. He just knew that he was in a house. It wasn't his house. It wasn't any of the Scooby gangs either. He walked around the living room slowly.

The house was beautiful and it looked lived in, like a family lived here. It was almost welcoming...almost. There was something in the air. Something eerie. It was like the house was waiting. Harry shivered. He had the feeling that whatever it was waiting for was nothing good. He stumbled over something. He reached down and picked it up. It was...a baby toy?

He jumped as a fireplace materialized in the room. He approached it cautiously. Once he got close to it framed pictures appeared. He picked one up and gasped.

"Mum." it was a muggle picture of his mother in her Hogwarts robes. She was smiling in the camera and her eyes were shining with laughter like she had just heard a funny joke. He put the picture down and moved to the next. He slowly went through each picture. Sirius, Remus, Lily, James...and Harry.

Harry's hand trembled as he looked at the picture of himself when he was a small baby. He blinked back tears.

"Waaahh!"

He dropped the picture startled.

"Waaahhh!" the cry came again. A child's. Harry ran into the next room and froze in horror.

"Lily take Harry!"

"James!"

"Go lily!"

Tears streamed down Harry's face as he watched the scene that tortured him for many years. He wanted to stand and fight Voldemort with James, but his body refused to move. A green jet of light hit his father, Harry watched him fall. A sob tore its way out of Harry's throat when he saw his father's eyes glaze over in death.

'No.'

Voldemort smirked and walked into the next room. Harry's body moved on its own and followed the evil wizard.

"Please! Don't hurt my baby! Please!"

"Get out of my way!"

His mum raised her wand to defend Harry, but Voldemort was faster. She fell to the ground almost gracefully. Her red hair an ethereal halo around her head.

"Just you and me now Harry. Hahaha! To think that a mere child was to defeat me!" Voldemort raised his wand.

"Avada kedavra." the killing curse struck baby Harry and with a chilling wail both the child and dark lord disappeared.

Harry shuddered. He didn't like this. He wanted to wake up, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't. His mum slowly faded away and the room was empty once more.

The house was silent, but Harry knew that this wasn't over.

Unfortunately, Harry was right. This wasn't the end. In fact, it was just the beginning.

Another scream tore through the air.

Baby Harry.

Harry ran into the next room. It was a child's playroom. Toys were strewn across the floor and teddy bear wallpaper lined the walls. Sitting in the middle of the room in a rocking chair was Voldemort. And in his lap, was Baby Harry.

Voldemort was whispering something to the child. Baby Harry's head was turned away from Harry and Voldemort hand seemed to be caressing his hair.

"sss...ours...sss...together sssooon...not long now. We will be one...sss." Harry did not like what his enhanced hearing was picking up.

"Let him go Voldemort."

Voldemort didn't look up he just chuckled darkly, but didn't focus on Harry.

"Sssooon sssooon sssooonn."

Harry raised his arm, his bracelet glowed.

"Let. Him. Go."

A slow, demented grin crept onto Voldemort's face. Baby Harry turned in Voldemort's arms. Harry held back a gasp of horror.

Voldemort's hand wasn't caressing baby Harry's hair. Instead Voldemort's nails were digging into the side of his forehead. Blood dripped down his fingers and the side of the baby's head as he carved a very familiar symbol into his forehead.

"My scar." revulsion gripped Harry. He brought his hand up to his forehead and much to his shock felt smooth skin.

"What?"

"It's in here now. Where it's easier for me to reach. Did you think it was gone? Or had you merely forgotten about it?" a smirk crossed his face.

"How? I wouldn't...I would never forget something like that." but he had. Harry had forgotten about his scar. He had forgotten about something that played a huge role in his life. How was that possible?

"It wasn't hard." Voldemort continued, "It just took a bit of power. Not mine. Not ours, but IT's power."

"IT?" Harry asked uneasily.

Voldemort retracted his fingers from the baby's head.

"Well the Hellmouth of course." he said matter of factly. He threw Baby Harry to the side and Harry cried out and reached for the child in vain only to watch in shock as the baby disappeared into the floor.

Harry barely had time to leap to the side as a red curse brushed by him.

"This body will be mine soon Potter!"

Harry blocked the next curse with his arm and gasped in surprise when a protego shield appeared over his body. He quickly snapped out of it and threw a disarming spell at the insane wizard.

Unfortunately his spell was blocked as well.

"Avada kedavra"

"Protego! Sectumsepra!"

Harry felt like he had been fighting against Voldemort for ages. None of his spells were hitting the aged wizard. Harry was beginning to tire. He could feel his magic dwindling, draining away to some unknown source. This felt wrong. Where was his magic? Where was his hyena?

"Not long now." he heard Voldemort mumble under his breath.

"Crucio!" Harry convulsed on the ground in the grips of the forbidden curse.

Voldemort walked up to Harry with a twisted smirk on his face. He kicked the boy-who-lived in the ribs. Harry coughed and spat out blood. The pain curse intensified and his back arched as he screamed.

"Soon. Soon. Soon." Voldemort muttered. "Soon. Soon. Soon." it was clear that Voldemort had gone completely insane. Harry wasn't sure how Voldemort had gotten into his mind, if this even was his mind, but he knew that if Voldemort took over his body that he would be damn near unstoppable, especially since he was able to tap into the power of the Hellmouth.

Harry flopped back down on the ground when the curse was released.

"It took sssooo long, but now..." Voldemort chuckled darkly, "good bye Potter. Tell your parents I said hello."

Voldemort leveled his wand at Harry's frightened face. Harry opened his mouth to say something, anything to stop him, to distract him, but before he could Voldemort's body was thrown back. Harry heard a loud thump as wizard crashed into the wall.

"Harry." relief hit Harry hard as he stared into familiar brown eyes.

"Xander."

Xander helped him stand up.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"I think we are in my mind."

"Why is there a psycho in your mind?"

"I'm not sure I want to know." Xander gave him a quick kiss and wiped a stream of blood from the corner of Harry's mouth.

"It looks like you weren't doing so well. Mind if I join? We can tag team him."

Only Xander could make Harry laugh in a situation like this. Suddenly, Voldemort didn't seem like so big and bad. Ha a Big Bad.

He grinned and kissed Xander again.

"What's this?"

Uh oh. It seems like the biggest bad of the wizarding world was awake.

"No matter. You'll both just have to die. Avada kedavra!"

Harry and Xander dodged the spell.

"Diffindo. Sectumsepra. Protego!"

"Crucio."

"Expelliaramus!" Voldemort's wand was knocked out of his hand.

"Accio wand!" Harry's hand snatched the wand out of the air. Voldemort tensed his eyes narrowing.

"Potter." he warned.

Harry smirked at him.

"Don't worry Voldemort. I won't break it." Harry threw the wand at Xander and it was swiftly caught.

"But I will." Xander snapped the wand and Voldemort screamed. The house began to shake and the lights flickered.

"Nooo!"

"Harry we have to get out of here!" Xander grabbed Harry's arm to stabilize him.

"We can't. He'll still be in here causing damage. He's trying to take over my body. It's time I stop him for good."

Xander looked Harry in the eyes and nodded slowly. Harry took a deep breath and walked over to the still screaming dark lord. He had lost all sense when his wand had snapped. It made things easier.

Harry raised his arm at the wizard and his bracelet glowed. Voldemort's insane red eyes met his.

"Goodbye Voldemort...Avada kedavra." Harry watched as the killing curse hit the evil man. The same evil man who had ruined his life with the same two words.

Xander wrapped his arms around Harry and hugged him. Harry leaned into his embrace and closed his eyes. When he opened them again they were in the bath tub surrounded by quickly cooling water.

"Xander?"

"Yeah Harry?"

"Can we leave tonight?"

Xander chuckled and leaned down to kiss Harry's head. His mouth moved over a fading scar curiously.

"Let's pack."

AN: it's finally over! This is the last real chapter people. Please ignore all of the misspelled spells. Ha. Next up is an epilogue. Harry's cloak will be returned to him in a side story that will not be written anytime soon. I hope you enjoyed this fic. Please review. I get so few. ;_;