Chapter Six: What Happened to Voldemort:

The remainder of Ron's school years were peaceful, there were no battles, no dark lord coming back, nothing. Until it was time to graduate, it was then a certain dark lord came back and decided to crash the party as it were. Harry was not amused, but he knew all about Voldemort now and had a nifty spell from the Fleamount line to use to take care of that problem. He was tall, though not as tall as Ron and was a handsome young man. He was just about to give a speech when the doors to the great hall opened and Voldemort entered.

"Weren't you suppose to use my blood to come back?" Harry asked.

"I got tired of waiting" the bald nose-less red eyed villain said, "you never came and all my plans, well I still got your blood."

"Yea I allowed you to get it." Harry said, "could you not have waited until after my speech? I worked very hard on it, by myself." Harry said.

"We finish this now." Voldemort said.

"Fine, but you are not going to like what I do." Harry said walking up and bowing before him, "just so you know, I love comics, my favorite is Wolverine, he has these neat claws."

For the past few months Ron had worked on this very day, he had planned the whole thing and knew Voldemort would fall for his trap. Ron had planned at least ten different ways things could go and they were on the seven option now. Harry had special gloves that looked just like his hands on, at a wordless command he was going to channel Wolverine and hopefully not violate any copyright laws in the process. If he did he had lawyers and the money would come out of Voldemort's vault. Harry said the command and the claws came out, and really looked like they came out of his hands.

"Cool right?" Harry said grinning, "but this did not hurt, hurts him, you like them?"

"You will not win, I own you." Voldemort said.

"Now that is not nice, I was hoping you would like them, why I even made sure of that, look down." Harry said.

"Potter!" Voldemort said noticing three claws in his chest, he was feeling weak as well and strangely bound.

"You can't flee this body, and you will stay where I say until I am done with you." Harry said.

"You will die!" Voldemort said.

"Well yes, yes I will but not today, maybe in an hundred years or so." Harry said, "here we go, I need to borrow your head, I have a bowling tournament you know."

With that Harry used the claws on his other hand to remove Voldemort's head from his shoulders, a few charms and the head was incased in resin and still alive. It was then that the remaining death eaters attacked, but Harry was not kidding when he said he was going bowling, for that is what he did. He got a strike and cheered as the remainder of the death eaters fell to the floor. A lot of spells from very eager students made sure they did not move again.

"So there is my bowling ball." Harry said, "and that is the end of my worries with this dark lord."

"What if he gets out?" Ginny asked.

"Then he really does die." Harry smirked, "but if he is a good bowling ball he lives."

Now Harry had spent years learning and growing and becoming the man he needed to be. He was a good and fair lord, a just man and he owed it to his good friend Ron and his family. There simply was no finer family than the Weasleys and they had taken over the heads of the Prewett and Black family so very nicely. Oh there were purebloods who complained, but the ICW and the World Magical consul liked that the purebloods were not fully in power anymore. It meant muggle or first generation magical stayed in the magical world and thus helped keep the statute of secrecy.

One group Harry learned from were the maroons of Jamaica, they still called themselves that proudly as they had freed their whole island themselves from the British. The Jamaican magical were all to willing to help Harry when he asked as they wanted to stick it to the purebloods who had started the lovely slave trade (note the sarcasm). So that was why Voldemort was now stuck as a bowling ball. Harry loved it, and though it was rather rude it was perfectly fine as Voldemort did not want to die and Harry really did not want to kill. It was a win-win, though Dumbledore was not going to use a dark lord bowling ball even if it was a gift and he loved ten pin bowling.

"You know Ron, you are the best mate ever." Harry said as he put his bowling ball into a bowling bag, "true you wanted to save your family, but you did that by making me part of your family."

"Only thing I could do." Ron said, "still can't see why you would marry Daphne Greengrass, she is the ice queen for a good reason. I mean she is an ice queen, could freeze you and all."

"As long as I give her two children, one for the Potter line and one for the Greengrass she will be happy." Harry said, "and the Potter line is no longer just male to male, this way the name does not die out. I am taking a page from the Bones line."

"Good idea." Ginny said, "I am so glad to be free, I mean I would have been your wife, but I would have resented it, at this time, here and now we are to be friends and brother and sister."

"I love having a younger older sister, how does that work?" Harry asked.

"Eldest daughter brother dearest." Ginny smirked.

"Right, well I am off to do some bowling with the headmaster and professor Snape." Harry said, "time to party."

"It is indeed." Ron said, "so glad this whole mess is over."

Ron was right about many things, the mess with Voldemort was over indeed, and there would be peace for a long time. However Ron had fallen in love with the most wonderful, bossy woman out there, one Hermione Granger and well lets say he was going to be owned and like it. Their children would form a new line, the Weasley-Granger line, which would get shortened to Granger. Hermione would work, have a house with a library and a husband who was a retainer for a powerful house. His life was good, he could not complain about that at all having two children, Hugo and Rose made his life complete.

Harry married Daphne Greengrass and they had five children, Charlus Harry Potter, James Severus Fleamont, Rachel and Ruth Greengrass, and Albus Sirius Evans. He was a proud and happy man, all due to his wonderful friends and a man who would do what it took to save his family from the schemes of a batty old woman.

The End

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So yes there it is, everyone lives happily ever after, the end, for this round.

OMAKE:

"So that is it?" Ron said, "I mean this story could have been at least fifty chapters, all the training we did, she left it all out!"

"Yea, but I think she was disturbed by the fact we used Voldemort as a bowling ball." Harry replied.

"Is the writer even real or are we just all mad?" Ginny asked.

"I would like to think we are all mad." Hermione said the bowling ball laughed at this time, "oh shut it you! You wanted to live so you got what you wanted, so shut it!"

The bowling ball was the only thing that did not live happily ever after. Unless it got a strike, then it was happy for some reason.