The stone amphitheater exploded as Death Eaters and Order members apparated and disapparated with loud cracks, and spells streamed everywhere like the Fourth of July, or whatever lame Fourth of July substitute England wishes it had. Sirius appeared at Harry's side.

"What are you guys doing here, James?" he said, slashing his wand around.

"We were going to save you!" Harry cried.

Sirius laughed. "Well, you had good intentions then!"

"We sure did!"

"Avada Kedavra!" screamed Bellatrix.

Sirius fell back through the curtain of mystery, shock plastered on his face.

"Well," said Ron, "That's certainly not going to help Harry in his current angst-ridden state." Hermione nodded, as they both stared at Harry.

Harry quivered, staring at the arch.

"Oh boy," said Ron. He saw the fire in Harry's eyes. A literal, burning fire just behind his pupils that made his face glow. Ron and Hermione lept down the steps to where he was on the stage.

There appeared a great white light, shining into the room from the door. Members of the Order and Death Eaters stopped and turned, and there was a sound like a choir of angels. Everyone shielded their eyes while simultaneously attempting to work out what it was.

Albus Dumbledore stepped forward from the flicked his wand, and Lucius's pimp cane turned into a dove and flew away. Lucius gasped, then disapparated.

Bellatrix ran out a side door, cackling madly. Harry tore after her, as Dumbledore trapped the remaining Death Eaters with some anti-apparation magic.

Bellatrix's screeching echoed down the halls as she emerged in the plaza-like area of the sleeping Ministry, and bounced around the dark granite floor.

"You mad, Harry?" she laughed.

"I AM OBVIOUSLY VERY ANGRY!" roared Harry as he flew after her, shooting off spells that she easily deflected.

"I can see that," said Voldemort.

Harry stopped and saw the Dark Lord himself, his black robe trailing behind him on the cold floor, gliding toward them. Bellatrix ran toward him, giggling.

"You have arrived, My Lord! Little Potter came like you said he would! He's-"

"Oh my gosh, shut up," said Voldemort. Bellatrix's face fell and she sloped off.

"Now," said the Dark Lord, "The Prophecy, if you will?"

He extended his white arm with it's long fingered hand.

Dumbledore appeared between the two with a crack.

"Harry, if you would please stay back," Dumbledore said calmly.

"I want to fight!" he roared.

Voldemort and Dumbledore rolled their eyes.

"Anyway," said Voldemort, "You won't be leaving here alive."

"You wish to settle this, now?" replied Dumbledore.

"We've always know there was only ever one way to do this," said the Dark Lord.

A beat began booming through the room, slowly growing louder and louder.

Bellatrix leaned out from behind a statue. "No... it can't be..."

Voldemort nodded with the rythm. "A rap battle is the only way to duel at this level of wizardry."

"What?" Harry looked at Dumbledore. The Headmaster stepped forward.

"Hey little Tommy where'd your parents go? Oh that's right, they dumped this freak show.

"They say I'm the only one you ever feared, probably because I've got this awesome beard (he ran a hand down his facial hair)."

"Even with your soul in seven pieces the amount you can keep from me decreases. I'm on to your plan, hot on your trail, don't think that with my powers I'll ever fail."

"The Horcruxes might be scattered far and wide, but from my wrath you cannot hide!"

Voldemort picked up the beat.

"Don't you know only I can live forever? You think your petty little rhymes are so clever."

"Who needs the prophecy, I've got my own: The muggles enslaved and the Minstry overthrown."

"Haven't you ever imagined a place, where this new found order we all embrace? For every pureblood their very own slave, but by that time you'd be in your grave."

"How old are you anyway? Why won't you die? Can't you see this one's going to the bad guy?"

Harry lept in between the two dueling wizards. "My name is Harry and I'm here to say, my parents were killed one fateful day-"

"Wow," said Voldemort dryly. He disapparated, and the beat stopped.

Dumbledore covered his face with his hand and shook his head. "Harry..."

xxx

Harry and Dumbledore sat across from each other at his desk topped with peculiar little instruments. Dumbledore laced his fingers together and looked over the top of his spectacles at Harry. Harry pushed his own glasses down his nose and looked over them at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sighed a knowing sigh. "Harry, it is time you knew something."

Harry leaned back in his chair, and put his hands behind his head. "Enlighten me, Professor."

"Harry, I should've told you this a long time ago, if not the very first time that I met you," Dumbledore took his spectacles off, "I am gay."

Had Harry been drinking anything, he would've spit it out. "What?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, Harry."

"I never even questioned your sexuality! What is this?"

"Harry," Dumbledore said quietly, "I-"

"Oh my gosh-who else?" Harry's eyes widened as he gripped his skull with his fingers. "Hermione? Neville?"

"It appears as though you may not have been ready for that just yet," Dumbledore slid his wand out of a fold in his cloak. "Obliviate."

Harry slumped back down, his eyes lolling about. He tipped his head up sleepily, and looked about.

"You were telling me something, right?" Harry asked investigatively.

"Ah," Dumbledore set his wand on top of his desk, "Yes. Harry, that Prophecy with your name on it. It pertains directly to you and Voldemort."

Harry nodded.

"It says that neither one of you can live while the other survives." Dumbledore probed Harry's face for a response.

"I realize that I should've told you this the day you walked into the doors of Hogwarts, but I could not bring myself to tell a child that he had such a destiny."

Harry placed his hands under Dumbledore's desk.

"Harry-"

Harry pushed up with all of his strength, standing up out of his chair. The delicate instruments crashed onto the floor, and were then crushed by the table as it flipped competely upside down. Harry turned to leave the office.

Dumbledore looked at Harry as one might a mistaken child. Now may also be an opportunity to tell him that he is a Horcrux.

Harry slammed the door behind him.

Well, that might be a bit too much after all of this.

xxx

The countryside rolled on by through the window of Harry, Ron, and Hermione's compartment window. The rain pattered against the glass, blurring the hills and mountains. Harry, resting his chin on his fist, looked out of the window angstily. Ron and Hermione eyed him nervously, then eyed each other with a weird tension that would cause more problems next year.

Harry pulled his face away. "Well, what did we learn this year?"

Ron, who was seated next to him, put a hand on his shoulder. "I think you learned an important lesson. Coping with loss," Ron gave his arm a pat.

"And I think you learned about the importance of family, with Percy and all," said Harry, returning the friendly hand. Then they both turned to Hermione.

"What about you, Hermione? What did you get out of all this?" asked Harry.

"Well, I," she made an awkward half-shrug, "I learned, that, that,"

"Nothing," said Ron shaking his head, "Absolutely nothing."

Author's Note: And that is the end. I hope you guys liked this one, I liked writing it a lot. I may do another book in the future, possibly the third, but for now, I have moved on. I am starting a parody of the Hunger Games, the first chapter of which is already up. So, if you're sad that this is over, maybe that'll help fill the void.