Author's Note: I am currently editing and reworking this story after EIGHT years! Enjoy!

The nine war-worn champions gazed around the cobble-stoned courtyard, praying that all of their toil was over. It was no shock when the ancient wizard, Merlin Ambrosius of Camelot, glided into the space. The beautiful and powerful, Lady of the Lake was at his side, gazing at the heroes with kind compassion. Despite Merlin's protests, she still stood by her decision to bestow the Sword Excalibur upon Harry James Potter.

She locked her pale eyes on the young wizard king with the pride of an impressed parent. Unknown to most of the world, Tom Riddle's power was no fluke of noble breeding. His grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt, made a deal with the devil...or rather the vengeful spirit of Morgana. Since the Potter line was one of the closest to Merlin's, it was natural for the animosity between the two star-crossed enemies to be drawn to one another. This war had nothing to do with the rise of a superior race or the prolonging of old ways. No, it was a battle older that time itself.

The heroes looked up to their leaders, the two legends, and it nearly broke the Lady's heart to tell them it wasn't over. It was time to put Morgana back in her black place for the time being. While the darkness was expelled in this realm, it was far from fading in a parallel universe. Voldemort still plagued another timeline...a place that if all went well, would serve as a place of healing for her champions.

The Lady calmly cupped her King's tired face, staring into his Killing-Curse-green eyes. "Well done," she said softly. "I wish I could grant you the peace of war's end...but it's not finished."

"What? What are you saying?" Draco Malfoy blurted in disbelief. "He's gone! We've lost everything but the bastard is dead! What do you mean it's not over?"

Harry searched his Lady's eyes for insincerity, knowing that her pure heart couldn't lie. His face turned to Merlin. "Didn't it work? I thought..."

"No. You succeeded here...but his spirit has scarred another time and place," Merlin stated calmly.

"What? Like an alternate universe?" Ron Weasley scoffed in exhaustion.

"Correct. I am aware that it is inexcusable to ask for your services again, but we must rid all of time and space of this...nuisance once and for all. He runs rampant in the shadows of another timeline. It's a realm that hasn't been war ravaged yet and you are believed dead or nonexistent. It's a place where the people you care most about are still alive and well. And if you exterminate the pest quickly before he gets to his full power, it would be a place of healing for you all. And I promise it would definitely be the end."

"Think of the family that would be able to take care of you there. What have you left in your world? Even in victory you are hunted like criminals. I know you are weary, but the reward at the end of this last quest...surely it is enticing? I can't let you live this way after all you have done," the Lady of the Lake said passionately, begging them to go willingly.

Harry glanced between his friends, old and recent, and saw the determined resolve they had in their stances. "Let's do it," he sighed. "It will be nice to have anonymity."

He slid a protective arm around his wife, Hermione, smirking at Ron and Luna Weasley. Draco rolled his eyes, grasping Ginny's hand, his fiance. The final three warriors were women believed to be dead for twenty years. Evangeline Palmer, Dumbledore's goddaughter who had been imprisoned in the states by a Death Eater still loyal to the Dark Lord, was one of them. Lucius Malfoy's younger sister and family traitor, believed to be executed for her involvement with the Order of the Phoenix and Remus Lupin, Victoria Malfoy, stood proudly beside her nephew. Finally, Aurora Potter, James' kid sister and victim of a Death Eater torture session, steadied herself for the rush of war.

The Lady smiled as she began the spell to transport them to another world. "Good luck and godspeed."