The Finale

Hogwarts fell into chaos in ten minutes of the Death Eaters sneaking into the castle. They started their assault on the Great Hall, moving from the third floor to the ground floor, the inhabitants of the portraits on the walls scrambling and yelling out as the Death Eaters rushed their way, one or two of them laughing as they fired spells at the portraits to make them fall. The group stood in front of the doors to the Great Hall. Harry was once again hidden under his cloak. Tom, looking like Voldemort stepped through the crowd of Death Eaters until he stood directly in front of the door. Raising his wand, he gave it a flick, and with the power of a hurricane, the doors blasted open, ripping from their hinges and slamming against the walls, creating such a ruckus that every single occupant in the Great Hall turned towards them, before being paralyzed, for just a second, in fear.

The Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw tables were full of students, the Slytherin Table devoid of people except those who were too stupid or listen. The staff table was full of its staff, Professor Umbridge sitting directly in the middle, in the headmaster's chair. Silence fell on the Great Hall before screams erupted.

"Do not kill the children, they are useful," Voldemort ordered and the Death Eaters ran into the room. Over the screams, Harry could hear Professor McGonagall's voice screaming out, "PREFECTS GET THE STUDENTS TO THE COMMON ROOMS, THOSE OF AGE STAY TO PROFECT HOGWARTS!"

The Hogwarts staff rushed from their chairs to protect the students as the prefects did their best to escort the younger years out of the Great Hall through the side entrances. Harry watched as Professor Umbridge slipped away. He ran to Tom and whispered, "Keep them both occupied, no deaths. Wait until the Ministry and Order come here—they must see Voldemort!"

"What will you be doing?"

"Fulfilling a promise. Meet me afterwards, Dumbledore must find us together," Harry said.

"Of course my love," Tom nodded. The dueling began and Harry ran away under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak. He heard Professor McGonagall ordering someone to get the Order and stopped at the entrance hall. Harry threw off the Invisibility Cloak and looked around, spying a hint of pink running around a corner. Going to her office, eh? Harry thought to himself. He began to walk up after his prey. He packed the Invisibility Cloak into a spacious pocket in his robes.

"Harry!" Harry turned to see Ron and Hermione running towards him, "Harry! Did you see—why aren't in your—"

"I'm fine Hermione," Harry said, lying quickly. "I'm looking for Tom. I'm not going until—"

"We'll help," Ron said.

"No, you two get to Gryffindor Tower, I promise as soon as I find Tom I'll run to the dungeons," Harry said. "Now go! Before the Death Eaters catch you."

"Just promise to be careful," Hermione frowned.

"Of course," Harry smiled, and he ran away before they could continue talking. Don't think about them, he thought to himself, just focus on Umbridge. Kill that woman. He ran up a set of stairs and turned a corridor that led down to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and an office that he frequented throughout the years.

Just as with all other teachers, Professor Umbridge has left her own personal touch to the office as Harry made his way in. The room was now pink, behind the teacher's desk was a wall full of memorial plates with cats and frills. Professor Umbridge was crouched by the fire, talking frantically. "There's Death Eaters Minister! Death Eaters! You have to get me to safety this instance! Ohh!" she jumped as Harry closed the door. He whipped his wand and the fireplace went out. "L-Look here, I am High Inquisitor of Hogwarts, as well as the Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic himself!" she said, standing up shaky. "You will not harm me!"

Harry let out a soft chuckle, "Funny, I was planning on killing you, not harming you Professor."

"Potter? Potter is that you?" Professor Umbridge asked, turning around. She looked relieved for a second before an authoritarian expression replaced it. "I demand what you were thinking Mr. Potter! Threatening your Headmistress like that!"

"I was not threatening the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor, I was simply telling you that I will not harm you, simply kill you," Harry smiled. "You've been, well, simply an awful woman. Tedious, annoying, old-fashioned… power-hungry. And a horrible dresser and designer… I've heard of the things you've done to my friends, the detentions you assign. Very cruel Professor, very cruel."

"Will you stop your blubbering Potter," Professor Umbridge said, staring at the door afraid. "There are more urgent concerns now than your petty dislike!"

"You mean the Death Eaters?" Harry asked, cocking his head slightly. "Why should you be worried about them? They're not the one in here, saying they will kill you…"

"This is not funny Potter," Professor Umbridge said. "If you are going to stand there and do nothing, I suggest you go elsewhere before you attract the Death Eaters to me!"

Harry sighed, "Fine, fine, I'll go… but first, Expelliarmus!" Umbridge's wand flew from her pocket before she could grab hold of it. Twirling in the air, it landed neatly in Harry's waiting hand as he pocketed his own. "My, this is a rather short wand now isn't it?" he chuckled. "Though I suppose it's mine now… for a little while at least." He aimed the short wand at Umbridge and said, "Avada Kedavra!"

Professor Umbridge dropped to the floor, dead before she even began falling. The body slumped towards the fireplace and Harry smiled as he walked towards it. Grabbing Umbridge's arms by her robes, Harry dragged the body towards the fireplace, her wand-hand dangerously close to the fireplace. "Incendio," Harry said, using his own wand to light the fire. The fireplace roared to life and Harry positioned Umbridge, so it looked as though she aimed her wand at herself and fell, her wand-arm collapsing somewhat into the fireplace, her wand rolling into the fire. With the body positioned exactly as he wanted, Harry threw Umbridge's wand unceremoniously into the fire and stood up. He did not watch as the wand cracked in the intense heat, embers of fire jumping from the fireplace as the wand slowly broke down. Instead he simply left the room, leaving the door closed, and locked from the inside.

"Well," he sighed to himself, "time to get found by Dumbledore… but first, where is Tom?"

Tom has long abandoned his disguise as Voldemort. The fighting has now moved out of the Great Hall and was slowly taking over the castle. The staff and those of age were locked in battle with the Death Eaters. He heard someone shouting about the Order being on their way, and Tom couldn't help but smile in glee. Everything was going according to plan. Now, he just needed to get Harry, and the two had to find Dumbledore.

He ran up a staircase and turned a corner, only to be stopped by a pair of masked Death Eaters. "Lookie here, an underage lost," one said. "What's the matter boy? Looking for your friend?"

"I don't have time for you," Tom sighed in annoyance. Pointing his wand at the nearest one, he said, "Avada Kadavra." The first Death Eater dropped dead and the second stared at Tom, suddenly panicked. He was killed with a second Killing Curse and Tom stepped over the two bodies to continue his search. "Mr. Riddle!"

He turned to see Snape staring at him, looking horrified.

"What? Are you going to stop me sir? You already had that chance in Honeydukes," Tom smirked. "Now if you want to be useful, then make sure that the Death Eaters are the only ones who die tonight… except for a special someone."

"Mr. Riddle, you cannot—"

"Too late Severus, I am," Tom said dismissively. "You've already drew your cards so deal with the hand."

Tom turned and continued his way, not caring about Snape or his actions. He started to walk calmly towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, but after hearing footsteps and yelling, decided that it would look better if he was running. He looked over his shoulder as he turned a corner to see an Order member running down the corridor, possibly looking for students who haven't ran back to their dorms. I need to find Harry before any of the Order members see me, Tom thought to himself, need to make sure that we get to Dumbledore together.

"Anyone here!" It was Remus who was looking for students. "Run back to your dormitories! It's not safe here!"

"Harry," Tom sighed as he turned a final corner to see Harry walking down the corridor. The two ran towards each other, hugging. "Is it done?"

"Yes, she's dead," Harry nodded. "Made it look like a suicide."

"Excellent love now let's move, we have to make sure we're found by Dumbledore! He should be here by now—"

He was interrupted by a large explosion. The castle shook, and dust came showering down from the ceiling. "The hell was that?" Tom cursed as the two rang towards the nearest window. Outside the sky was clear, the moon shining down upon Hogwarts. And in the distance, Tom could see Giants making their way to Hogwarts from the mountains, some carrying boulders the size of small cars while others wield heavy looking clubs that looked to be trees that they just picked up. "I did not order the giants! The hell are they doing here?" Tom grumbled. "At this rate the castle will be destroyed, or someone will actually die!" They watched as a giant hurled the boulder they were carrying. It flew into the air, momentarily blocking out the moon in its arch before falling towards the castle, slamming against it; there was a violent shake as more dust fell from the ceiling. The boulder rolled off the side, smashing windows and low gargoyles as it did so, before falling into a nearby greenhouse.

"Tom what now?" Harry asked. "The giants weren't supposed to be here."

Tom thought for a second, "Let the Ministry handle the giants, for now we need to find Dumbledore."

Harry nodded and the two began to run.

The fighting has overtook the castle. Everywhere Harry looked, he could see Death Eaters locked into battle with Order members or Aurors. The walls were singed with ricocheted spells, portraits were decimated, their inhabitants screaming as they ran away from the battle. Harry swore he could hear a growl and looked to see werewolves rushing into the entrance hall. "Great, fucking werewolves too, somebody clearly doesn't know how to listen," he sighed.

"Damn it," Tom said, looking openly frustrated. "This was not what I planned!"

"What are we going to do?" Harry asked.

Tom looked at the chaos below them. The werewolves attacked the Aurors, who immediately turned their attention to their new attackers while someone yelled for more backup. "Nothing," Tom said. "We do nothing until we have the Elder Wand."

There was another explosion, however this time a bright white light accompanied it. Through squinted eyes, Harry could see fire swirling violently in the entrance hall, the flames shooting out towards the werewolves and wrapping around them, burning the half men-half beasts as the flames gathered them together and forced them out of the entrance hall, some slamming against the walls while most flew into the open air. The fighting stopped momentarily in this blinding light, all participants turned to see the fire fade away and the light dim to nothing. In the clearing, looking untouched and with Fawkes the Phoenix flying over him, was Albus Dumbledore, the Elder Wand in his hand as he looked at the fighting around him.

"The old man really does know how to make an entrance," Tom said. "Come on," he grabbed Harry's arm and the two began running towards the Death Eaters, their wands in their hands. "Stupefy!" Tom yelled in a loud voice, his eyes on Dumbledore to make sure he heard him.

The Death Eater he was aiming at fell down the stairs, stunned, and Dumbledore, as well as a few others, turn their heads to the young voice.

"Potter!" Bellatrix Lestrange yelled out in glee, Harry saw the woman at the bottom of the stairs, surrounded by Aurors. "Avada Kedavra!" she screamed at the nearest Auror. She rushed through the group, her eyes dead set on Harry. Harry braced himself, his wand aimed at Lestrange when, by a flash of black fur, a great dog leapt over the two and crashed into Lestrange, the two of them tumbling down the stairs. The dog shifted into Sirius Black, who immediately began dueling his cousin. "Take Harry to safety!" He yelled out at Dumbledore, who was already running up the stairs towards Harry and Tom.

"Come along," Dumbledore said briskly.

"But Sirius—"

"Can handle himself, now hurry! I must take the two of you into safety before Lord Voldemort finds you," Dumbledore said, leaving no room for discussion. Harry looked back one final time at his godfather before turning back and running after Dumbledore and Tom.

"Sir, how did you know the castle was being attacked?" Harry asked.

"Professor Snape informed me that Lord Voldemort was planning an attack tonight," Dumbledore said. "I knew that he would make his move some day soon, however I did not expect him to go after the castle like he did. Do you two know how it began?"

"We were in the Great Hall eating dinner," Tom said. "The doors blasted open and the Dark Lord himself stood in front of us. It was chaos after that… we were ordered to return to our dormitories, however I couldn't find Harry. I just found him and we were running back to the dungeons when you arrived."

"It will be safer in my office," Dumbledore said. "Kingsley informed the Ministry, Aurors are arriving in droves to help us drive off Voldemort's army. However, I fear that they will all be inefficient in keeping Lord Voldemort away. Have either of you—"

"No sir, it was as if he vanished once the fighting started," Harry said. Dumbledore frowned. He muttered under his breath, "Then he could be anywhere," then looked back at the two of them. "We must hurry to my office then."

Their pace increased, Harry surprised that Dumbledore could run as fast as he can at his age as they made their way up several floors and towards the Headmaster's tower. The gargoyle that protects the entrance to the Headmaster's Office stood silently until Dumbledore yelled out, "Iced mice!" The statue jumped out the way, and Dumbledore took the spiraling staircase two at a time, Tom and Harry following.

The Headmaster's office looked as it ever was, with the strange instruments filling the room, some smoking, other bobbing, and even others making strange chiming sounds. Dumbledore closed the door behind Harry and silently locked the door. "You two should be safe here," he said. "I will ward the door when I leave. Do not under any circumstances open this door until I return, do you understand boys?" Dumbledore asked, turning to Harry and Tom only to see their wands both aimed at him.

"Expelliarmus," Harry hummed, and Dumbledore flinched as the Elder Wand rocketed out of his hand, landing on the floor and rolled to Harry's foot. Harry bent down and picked it up casually, examining the wand in his fingers. "Wand ownership can be won by defeating the previous wand holder, either through death or a simple disarming spell, once the previous owner loses possession of the wand, it recognizes its new master. True, the wand will always have a loyalty to it's original master and not harm them… unless it is the Elder Wand, who passes from hand to hand in an endless cycle. Building up power with each new owner… I believe that is how it goes, isn't that right love?"

"It is, my precious snake," Tom smirked. Dumbledore was left in a state of numb shock as Harry made the couple steps towards Tom, holding out the Elder Wand.

"I've done it my Lord," Harry smiled. "I've gotten you the Elder Wand."

"As expected… from my most loyal follower," Tom smirked. He took the wand and looked up at Dumbledore with cold, unemotional eyes. "I am so honored to have your trust old man, but I fear it was misplaced. Avada Kedavra."

Dumbledore died with no explanation, no horror on his face, or sorrow. Just numb confusion as his body collapsed onto the floor. Harry and Tom stared at the body for a moment, giving Dumbledore a moment of silence. After five minutes has passed, the castle continuously shaking from the giants' attacks, Tom looked at his lover. "Let us finish this my love. Together."

Harry nodded and they left hand in hand, stepping over Dumbledore's body and unlocking the door easily. They made their way to the Grand Staircase, which was still somehow in one piece, before the fighting once again entered their conscious. The Death Eaters were losing, the werewolves all captured or unconscious, but still there were dead. Harry rushed ahead, letting go of Tom's hand as he made his way down to the entrance hall. "Sirius! Remus!" He called out.

"Harry! Get back!" Remus yelled out,

"Harry! Weren't you with Dumbledore?" Sirius yelled out. Harry ran and saw that both men were busy fighting Death Eaters, Sirius with his cousin while Remus dealt with Travers.

"He's dead," Tom yelled, "Dumbledore is dead! Voldemort killed him!"

"Ha!" Bellatrix yelled out a victorious laugh. "Our Lord killed Dumbly-dore! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Now cousin… make sure to tell him 'hi' for me will you? Avada—"

Tom snapped his fingers. Lestrange stopped quite suddenly, looking extremely pained. She bent over herself, and Harry watched as her veins became visible through her skin, becoming a hideous purple as Tom walked down the stairs in a coldly calm manner. The Elder Wand pointed at her. Sirius stopped and turned to stare at Tom as he walked down, Harry running after him. Bellatrix's eyes started to bulge, her hands moved to her throat as she began gagging.

"Tom what are you doing?" Sirius breathed, staring at Tom in disbelief. Tom now stood in front of Sirius, glaring at Lestrange. His voice icy cold, and high, he snarled out, "You will not hard my father… die."

Lestrange's eyes stared at Tom with a sudden recognition as she fell to her knees, choking beyond any word recognition as she tried to form words. Her mouth began to foam, a disgusting acid-green foam bubbling out of her mouth, the purple veins pulsing violently. Then it just stopped, the veins disappeared, and Lestrange collapsed on the floor. Harry ran up to Tom and stared at Bellatrix Lestrange.

"She's dead," he said.

"I know," Tom said.

"Tom… what were you thinking?" Sirius breathed, "You… you killed…"

Tom turned to Sirius and frowned, his eyes looking innocent as he pocketed the Elder Wand. "I just… she was going to hurt you," he said. "I didn't want you… I'm sorry Sirius."

He felt arms wrap around him and Tom looked up to see Sirius hugging him. "I just wanted you to be safe," Tom said.

"I understand, but you have to understand that…" Sirius let out a sigh and shook his head, "We'll talk about this later, for now you need to get somewhere safe."

Okay," Tom nodded. Sirius took a step back and looked at Remus. The werewolf stepped towards Sirius and the two shared a look before nodding. "Hide in the dungeon boys, we'll come back when it's safe," Remus said.

"Okay dad," Tom nodded, Remus smiling blushingly at the word. Tom turned to Harry and took his hand. "Come on," he said, and they made their way to the dungeons. "Do you have your Cloak?" he whispered to Harry, who nodded. "Good. Around the corner, take it out and put it on. We have some more things to do first…"

Harry nodded again and they ran down the stairs, turning the corner and stopping suddenly. Harry pulled out the Invisibility Cloak and threw it over the both of them. "What are we going to do?" he whispered.

"Kill Voldemort, and his most powerful followers," Tom whispered.

Harry grunted in acknowledgement and the two made their way up the stairs again. Remus and Sirius were gone from the entrance hall, as it looked as though the fighting has made its way outside. The two ran outside to see the fighting in earnest. Spells flying off of each other, Aurors and Death Eaters in a constant struggle as others deal with the giants that closed into the castle. Harry looked around and saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley with Tonks fighting against a single Death Eater. "Look," he said, pointing to them. He moved to help but Tom grabbed Harry's arm.

"They can handle themselves, stay focus," he ordered. Harry frowned, but nodded once he watched Tonks stun the Death Eater and Mrs. Weasley conjured ropes to bind the enemy. "We need someone we can use as Voldemort… Ah!" He pointed and Harry followed Tom's finger to see him pointing at the elderly Death Eater Yaxley. "You stopped me from killing him before, but now I think he would be the perfect candidate. After all, the man has no family."

"Okay," Harry nodded. "We've already killed… why turn back now?"

"I was hoping you would say that little snake, come along," Tom smiled. Under the safety of the Invisibility Cloak, the two made their way further out of the Hogwarts into the field towards the battleground. Their eyes on Yaxley, they kept low as spells flew overhead. Harry kept looking around, keeping his eyes out for any of the Order members, making sure that none of them die. The worse he seen were cuts and bruises on them. Yaxley was fighting an Auror when they approached him.

Tom cleared his throat and said in a high voice, "Yaxley… meet me in the castle. I require your assistance in the Astronomy Tower."

"My Lord?" Yaxley said, distracted as he looked around. Tom did not answer as Yaxley turned his attention back to the Aurors, quickly dispelling them then turned to the castle, running back.

"Let's go," Tom said. The boys ran back following Yaxley. They entered the castle, but while Yaxley turned to the marble staircase, the boys ran towards the dungeon, using the secret passages in the castle to make their way to the Astronomy Tower before Yaxley. Harry took the Invisibility Cloak off of them and Tom took out his new wand, whistling to himself as he produced a tall dark robe that looks like the robe he wears as Voldemort. They waited under the moonlight for Yaxley.

The door opened five minutes later, Yaxley saying, "My Lord—"

The Killing Curse met him, and Harry rushed forward to make sure Yaxley's body does not fall down the stairs. The boy dragged the body towards the robes, and the two began dressing it, taking off the robes and clothes he was originally wearing, throwing his Death Eater's mask off the edge of the tower, and putting the black robes over the body. Tom waved his Elder Wand and muttered to himself, letting the wand do the work as Yaxley's body changed, the skin becoming paler until it looked a deathly white, his nose sinking in and features becoming serpent-like. His hair began to fall off and his limps started to stretch, bones crunching as they do so. Harry waited, letting Tom concentrate on his work until, at last, a dead body looking exactly as Lord Voldemort laid before them.

Satisfied with his job done, Tom pocketed his wand and looked at Tom, giving a satisfied smile.

"So, what now?" Harry asked.

Tom thought for a while. "We need to make it look like we are the victors. That both of us killed him. So that leaves dumping him over the edge out… Unless we do it at a lower level."

Harry thought for a moment, "How about we do throw him over here, and make sure that people know that he fell from here?" he asked.

"How so?" Tom asked.

Harry smiled and aimed his wand randomly at the floor, "Bombarda!" The floor shook, the explosion spell taking out a small chunk of the flooring. Getting the idea, Tom smirked and the two ran around the Astronomy Tower, causing small explosions everywhere. Back down on the ground, the explosions were starting to be noticed. Bits of the Astronomy Tower fell off towards them, a rather large mix of stone smashing into a giant's head, killing him instantly. The Tower looked unstable, as though it will collapse at any moment. Then, suddenly, a body flew away, as though cast out of the tower, and flew toward the ground, landing.

Screams followed, "The Dark Lord! The Dark Lord is dead!" Someone yelled. The Death Eaters glared up at the Astronomy Tower, as did the Order Members to see two figures standing on the remains of the shaking Tower. Some Order Members ran back into the castle while the Aurors quickly turned on the Death Eaters, who quickly became disheartened and scared at the body of Voldemort.

Up at the Astronomy Tower, Harry and Tom hugged each other, grinning in victory. "We've done it!" Harry cheered.

"We did my love, everything didn't exactly as plan… but the results could not be better," Tom smiled. "Now, with the Dark Lord and Dumbledore dead, there will be a void in both the Light and Dark sides of magic. We will fill them both and unite them."

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "But before that… I think it would be good for both of us, if we simply be Hogwarts students for our last two years."

"Yeah…" Tom breathed. "We both could use a break. Come on, let's go comfort our dads… knowing Sirius and Remus, I think we will be in for a long yelling session from Remus, before getting congratulated by Sirius."

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "But what about the other dangerous Death Eaters?"

"Ahh yes," Tom nodded. He looked out over the shaking Astronomy Tower and snapped his fingers, waving his wand as he did so. "There. They will be dead in five minutes. Come on love… let's go be students."

.

It was Mrs. Weasley who got to them first, followed by Mr. Weasley, Remus, and Sirius. The four of them looked relieved before coming incredibly crossed that Tom and Harry did something so recklessly dangerous. The two were rushed to the Hospital Wing while the adults handled cleaning up downstairs. Tom and Harry sat by a window and watched as the werewolves were tied together with ropes of silver and the giants were fought back into the mountains before they started fleeing. The wounded were escorted into the Hospital Wing as the dead were collected and placed in the Great Hall. Later that night, Harry was relieved to see that no Order members were placed in the Great Hall, which was instead full of Death Eaters and Aurors, as well as the bodies of Albus Dumbledore and Professor Umbridge. The "body" of Voldemort was left outside to rot.

Funerals followed, Harry and Tom having to attend Dumbledore's funeral the following day. The Minister arrived, and Professor McGonagall herself personally escorted him to the body of Voldemort. It was surprisingly easy for Harry to put on a sorrowful face during the funeral, though Tom had a harder time as he kept touching and drumming the Elder Wand in his pocket. The students were sent home the following day. Tom and Harry got a compartment for themselves, and relaxed against each other, their jobs done.

Letting out a content sigh, Tom took out the Elder Wand and closed the blinds with a flick. "We've did it my love," he said, examining the wand.

"We did," Harry smiled. "How do you feel?"

"Powerful. Like I have the wand I was destined to have… and the boy I was destined to love," Tom said. Harry giggled as Tom leaned over to kiss him. "So what shall we do now? Before we relax and be regular students for the next two years?" he asked Harry.

Harry smiled, getting an idea. He got on Tom's lap and kissed him heavily. "We make love of course," Harry smiled. "The blinds are closed the door"—he took his hand and placed it over Tom's, aiming the Elder Wand at the door—" is locked. And I know a very good spell…"

Tom smirked, "Have I ever told you how much I love you Harry Potter?"

"You have Tom, and I love you so much more Tom Riddle… now shut up and let's have some fun!"

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