A/N: So this is it! The final chapter in Charming the forgotten child, besides the epilogue, I want to thank all of you who reviewed, hit the favourite/ follow button throughout the course of this stories creation. I hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it! Anyways Read and tell me what you think.

Chapter 28: The end Part 2

Scarlett woke up facing the sky. It wasn't a normal sky, not with three moons and two suns in the same place. She gently pushed herself to a sitting position and realised the floor was a cobblestone style path. She looed around and felt a cold wind pull at her hair as she studied where she had appeared.

She remembered something to do with a fight and the duo and she thought that maybe Chris had been there. But it was like a fog had set in her mind. Noting made much sense and her mouth felt as though she was eating cotton wool. Grimacing she swallowed a few times to wet the dry caverns of her mouth.

A crack of lightening ahead of her directed her vision to a large black mass in the area. It was still, not moving forwards or backwards. But it was floating almost, sending out smokey black tendrils every now and then. Flashes of lightning would go off every thirty seconds, she frowned. She could feel it from where she was sat. It felt evil, and dark; it didn't belong wherever she had found herself. But for some reason it was there, almost like a parasite, sucking in all the energy from the area.

"What is that" She whispered as she slowly stood to her feet, brushing off her trousers as she did.

"Something bad" A voice said to her, she shot her glance around and came face to face with a black eyed duplicate of herself.

"H...How are you here" she stuttered to the amusement of her evil self

"We're in your mind, duh" She said rolling her eyes

"My…Mind?"

"Obviously" she said much like Snape would do "Now that we've reached that conclusion, can we please move on"

"o…kay" Scarlett said "What is that" She asked pointing at the black mass ahead of them.

Her evil doppelgänger hissed when she followed the extended limb "that! Is a vile evil, fucking parasite"

"What?" Scarlett asked confused

"Don't you see?" The veil her shouted

"See what!" Scarlett cried exasperated

The other her sighed and said "That right there" she pointed to the large black cloud "Is Voldemort"

"What! How…is that even possible" She said grabbing her forehead as though she could tear it out of her mind, whatever it was.

"The night he tried to kill us, a piece of him broke apart from his mortal flesh and infected us" she hissed

Scarlett didn't say anything but felt sick to her stomach. A piece of that bastard was living inside of her…Since she was three. She clutched her stomach, suddenly afraid that she might throw up.

"You mean…He's been inside of me all this time"

"Yes! But we can get rid of him" She said suddenly coming close to her face, her black eyes glinting, a small smile that looked remarkably out of place on her face.

"But…You're evil…Why would you help me" She asked

"Because, this is the way it's supposed to be" She said holding out her arm. Scarlett didn't move for a moment, what if this was a trick? That this was part of the other her's plan? She would have outright refused. But something in her told her to trust the hand being held out.

Slowly, she let her hand slip from her side to join with the others. As soon as she closed her hand in a tight clasp with the other her, she gasped as everything hit her.

Suddenly, she felt whole inside. No more divide, no more pressure from the other her. Whatever had caused the other her to split from her mind had receded away, allowing her to become the person she should have grown into all those years ago. She smiled and closed her eyes as white began to tint her vision. She looked at the black mass of energy; it began to pulse, sending out waves of black coloured ripples. Soon, cracks of white began to appear within it, it released a high pitched whining noise as though it were hurt. The white began to crack more and more onto the black cloud; its cries growing louder and louder as it did. All the while, a mighty pressure began to build around her, her eyeballs felt as though they would pop from their sockets. The brilliant white light suddenly burst, sending shards of light all across the vast landscape of her mind. She smiled as it approached her and closed her eyes.

She felt herself drop to the floor as black seeped into the white.

She felt herself become aware of how gritty the sandy floor of the underworld slowly. She opened her eyes and blinked, the lids still feeling slightly too heavy for her to move them effectively. She could hear someone, more than one, talking and then a cold smooth hiss broke them apart. But it was for a mere moment and the voices were back, only this time growing in volume and tempo.

She pulled herself to her feet and coughed, her mouth suddenly felt dry and cracked. "Scar" Chris whispered as he turned to the source of the croaky noise. She gave a small half smile, still a little shaky as the resorting of her mind took place.

The other her wasn't gone, not by a long shot. But instead of having a physical existence, it was a mere voice in her mind like she imagined everyone had. As it should be the voice reminded her.

"I'm fine Chris….Really" She said still feeling like her throat was plastered with sandpaper. Every syllable stung a little, but she still smiled at him to ease his worries.

"My, my" A voice broke them apart "it would appear that you are stronger than you appear" She turned and looked at Voldemort, who was actually looking a little worried, and just for a moment she could see a flash of something across his red eyes. Something that looked remarkably like fear. He feared her, what she could do to him.

As well he should.

"Yeah well" She said slipping a hand to her waist and standing cockily "Maybe you should stop underestimating us" the other Halliwells smiled at her and turned tier attention back to the pair clothed in black robes.

"Ready?" Paige asked as she lifted a crystal form her pocket at her sister's nods, they threw them down. A white glowing cage erupted around the source, trapping him inside. "Stop them you fool!" He shouted at the demon's who had now ceased attacking and simply watched him

"I don't believe we will" A voice said from the crowd. Sif stepped forward and looked at the source of all evil and smirked "We don't like being ordered around you see"

"You dare defy me!" He shouted at Sif who merely yawned and looked towards the sisters who watched warily their hands poised to vanquish him if needed.

"See you around witches" With that he shimmered out, followed by the rest of the duo's decimated army

"Now" Piper said looking back at the source who had now take to silently stare at them "Where were we"

"You'll never stop me, I have the grimoire" He said clinging to the last shred of power he had left

"Not anymore" Wyatt said as said book was shimmered in front of him, courtesy of Sif.

"Fool us once, shame on you" Phoebe said as the source snarled. Wyatt uncorked a black potion bottle and hesitantly poured it over the black book, the essence of cursed flame hitting the cracked pages.

As soon as the first viscous drop touched the pages, it began to smoulder. When the vial was empty, Wyatt kicked the book away. Watching it fly to the other side of the platform where it continued to be destroyed

"Prudence, Penelope, Patricia, Melinda" the Halliwells began to chant around the source.

Scarlett smirked as the family eradicated their long time evil, speaking of long time evil. She turned to face the man, thing, which had haunted her dreams ever since she was three years old and had seen him the first time.

"And now, the grand finale" She said to him, preparing herself to end it

"If only that were true" He said, giving one last smirk to her before he flickered and faded away.

She stared at the spot where he had stood, before anger overtook her and she howled in rage, fury bubbling away at her insides. He had been an astral projection, the whole time. She briefly wondered if the source knew or even care; by the looks of it he didn't really care what Tom did or didn't do, only if he directly disobeyed his wishes.

"Scar!" Chris said grabbing her shoulders

"He's gone…Where would he go" She said grinding her teeth together, her mind running through various locations.

"I don't know Scar, but we can get him later" Chris said placatingly as the other Halliwells agreed with him

"No! It has to end tonight Chris! It...It just has too "She said desperately

Chris looked at her and for a moment looked as though he would say something but he decided against it "Okay…But where would he be"

"Somewhere symbolic…One thing about Voldemort is…he loves theatrics"

"So somewhere important then" Piper said

"Yeah...important to him…" She said before it clicked in he mind, she knew where he was "I know" She said before she apparted quickly

"Scar!" Chris shouted as she vanished with a final echoing crack.

It was dark when she reappeared from the tight space she had jumped into, the clouds above her reflecting perfectly what was happening all around her.

Hogwarts was in ruins, chunks of rubble lay cluttered around what was once a pleasant courtyard. Fires raged on inside of the archways that acted as windows, their orange flickering light casting a dim, macabre glow on the castle. The Hogwarts she knew was proud and clean, always filled with the sounds of normal school life, chatting and laughter. But now, the only sounds were the crackling of flames as they tore through the building, the screams of the dying and the cries of the living, the harsh guttural sounds of spell fire, explosions as the spells hit their mark and there, stood with a lip curled in distaste was the man she was looking for.

Lord Voldemort looked around the courtyard of his old school, sneering when he caught sight of a dying mudblood hunched over on a large blackened stone slab. He had given the castle time to properly dispose of the dead and dying, instead they had solidified their defence of the school, the pathetic Albus Dumbledore at the helm. He sneered again, as the old man watched him with cool blue eyes, the same eyes that had watched every misfortune he had ever had with a calm aura. How he loathed the man.

There was once a time when he respected the 'great' Albus Dumbledore, worshipped him even. But then he was awakened to the truth of magic. Power. That was it, and the purer you were the more you had. Tainting themselves with the pathetic blood of mortals was a disgrace and an insult to their ancestors, his own mother lowering herself to using a love potion of all things to entrance his pathetic muggle father. Disgusting. He shuddered at the thought of even looking at a muggle that way.

But no matter, he was here to fix that. To solve the crisis of todays magical world, starting in England. He smirked as the old man stood tall, shielding those behind him. Did he really think he possessed the power to stop him? He watched as the old man began to walk outwards, he spied a red headed mudblood looking at him fearful, he sneered again.

But in a crack that echoed around him the girl he had left in the cave stood in front of him, looking at him, here eyes glinting with cold hard fury.

"Miss me" Scarlett asked him, he hissed at her, clenching his wand tighter.

Scarlett looked at him, he was caught of guard when she had appeared in front of him. Taken back by her mere presence, he sneered at her before he said in his smooth voice "Hardly" He said drawing his wand fully. The red headed woman he had seen earlier was now looking at the foolish girl with even more fear and anguish than she had over the old mans death. Oh the fun he would have taunting her, drawing out her pain until she gave her final breaths.

He didn't speak, merely pointed his wand and said the spell that had ended so many before her. A bolt of lime green magic shot out towards her, there was no where to duck and hide and certainly no known way of blocking his favourite of all unforgivables.

He watched in satisfaction as the spell neared her and had a split second when her eyes widened, they would stay that way in death and he almost purred at the thought.

The sickly green spell flew towards her and she instinctively placed her hands over her face, when the spell hit what looked like a blue wall.

Voldemort looked in total horror as his spell was absorbed into the blue wall, dissipating it around her. He snarled and when he followed her eyes to where a blonder haired man stood with his arm outstretched he hissed even more.

"You seem like you needed help" Wyatt said smiling when she gave a breathless laugh, before she turned back to Voldemort who had now sent off three consecutive jets of energy at her. All of which were absorbed by Wyatt's shield.

Soon, he stood panting in front of her. He looked taken back, the blue wall dropped and he almost took another chance to kill her, but he knew he needed to be sneakier than that.

"What's the matter Halliwell, afraid" He taunted at her

"Not of you…Not any more" She snarled back at him.

Above them both, the sky began to rumble. The clouds, of even possible began to darken and a wind began to blow around them. Dust and ash began to swirl in small patterns on the floor, as the fires that made them raged on, almost angrier that the weather had attempted to quell their burning flames.

Voldemort opened his mouth to taunt her, in the hopes that she would channel her fathers Gryffindor stupidity and do something rash, when the clouds parted fully and a bolt of lightning shot down and hit her.

"How quaint, your saviour…felled by a mere lighting" He said taunting the crowd

"Guess again Tom" She hissed, electricity was dancing on her skin, humming it's way through her body as she became a lightning rod for it.

"Interesting" He murmured studying her intently

She pushed her arms outwards, her palms flat out; she pushed with everything she had. Willing it to end his life. Two streams of energy shot forwards, connecting instantly with Voldemort's body. As the power began to dance round his skin, a howl erupted form his lips; he dropped to the floor and writhed as she pumped more and more of her magic into him.

She lowered her arms, cutting off the stream to him. It wasn't enough. She alone wasn't strong enough to kill him.

Voldemort was crouched forward, his cloak emitting tendrils of smoke from the singed areas. He was shuddering every few seconds as his muscles began to spasm from the electric power she had hit him with. It would take him some time but he would recover and when he did, he would eliminate the foolish child once and for all.

Scarlett panted, swaying on her feet. She felt lightheaded; her upper lip felt suspiciously wet and tasted coppery, her nose may have started to bleed. She wasn't aware; all she was aware of was the ringing in her ears, the fuzzy headedness that had now surrounded her body. She didn't feel as though she was actually stood on the earth, she felt as though she was soaring high above the clouds, separate from her body. She felt physically here and far away all at the same time. She felt like she may be sick in the very near future.

It wasn't until she heard someone faintly calling her name that she finally grounded herself, finally came down from the stars and back into her body and mind in the courtyard, a stones throw away from her mortal enemy.

"Scarlett!" Chris said to her, his hand squeezing her shoulder

"I'm not strong enough" She said to him softly and he kissed her forehead, ignoring the cold sweat that had built up there.

"Maybe alone" He said and she looked at him confused, the sky continued to darken and the sound of thunder echoed ominously.

She felt a hand slip into her own; she felt a power that didn't belong to her seep into her pores. Chris's magic, joining with her own, she could feel it thrumming under her skin. The exact way it had felt before when she had stolen it.

Only this time, it wasn't stolen; it was willingly given to her. It felt calmer and less chaotic, she felt stronger. She looked into his hazel green eyes and said to him in a soft voice "Together"

"Together" He agreed, and she shot her hand out again, but instead of channelling the power from the lightning, she channelled her own power and Chris's

Before when she stole Wyatt's, she had used it on grief and anger but she always felt a stabbing of limitation on it. But now, as her hand began to glow white, she thought of every time she saw Chris's face when he wasn't looking, every time he said he loved her, every night when she felt him wrap her up in his arms. She poured every ounce of love she held for the family she called her own into it.

The white in her hand slowly increased in brightness, until she felt it erupt into a silvery white stream that hit the hunched over body of Voldemort dead on.

His body was forced upright, his face contorted with pain and fear as the white stream slowly began to surround him, Scarlett could feel her body shaking as the thunder began to crash and bang around them.

The whiteness in her hand began to dim, and soon faded away and she lowered her hand to rest by her side. She broke her hand free of Chris's and stood to watch the vanquishing of her nightmare.

The white stream had all but engulfed his body, raising it several inches in the air. He wasn't speaking, but every now and again she would hear a faint moan of pain escaping the white Smokey confines of the stream. Soon, the Smokey white began to sharpen and become pure white, this time she could hear his pained whimpers more clearly before the whole ball of white energy flashed once, brightly and largely causing her to shield her eyes in pain.

When she opened them and blinked away the dancing spots behind her eyelids, she saw Voldemort's body, slumped to the floor. He was dead.

She felt a deflating feeling, it was all rather anticlimactic, but after what she had been through with everything, maybe it was supposed to be like that. Simple, and cleanly done. No overdrawn battle, no trading of barbs. Just the vanquishing of him.

Above her, the clouds opened up as splashes of rain began to drip slowly down from the darkened sky. She tilted her head upwards, catching a few droplets on her face.

She could hear cheering and cries of relief; she could hear her family call her. But she stood still, in the middle of the courtyard, with her head tilted upwards, letting the rain slide down her face, washing her, cleansing her of her sins.