A/N: Omg! It's been ages and here we are...at the end. Its been...6 or 7 years since I first posted this and now... now its finally done. I'm sad...but also relieved :) I know many won't like how its ended...I might work on a one shot for it if an idea sparks...but I'm pretty sure this baby is done...it felt done...I can't explain it better than that lol. Anyways, thank you all who stuck around...thank you so much. Every review made me smile or inspired me to keep going Now, without further ado, the finale (and now I can focus on Death's Sacrifice too lol) I dont own Harry Potter or Down to Earth by Celldweller (also a smidge of gore at the end)

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You go on pretending
That you own the universe
And we'll all be here watching
As you're falling down to earth

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Tom Riddle. Heir of Slytherin and Dark Lord, placed around the circle his followers had recently drawn. Perusing a ritual book specializing in ancient Simmons, he searched each line to make sure it was correct.
Not that he had any doubts, his men were very careful at their jobs. Especially when dealing in such matters.

Gently he scratched the scruff of his beloved who was perched on his shoulder in glider form until their punishment of the former Headmaster commenced.
A chattering sounded from the small marsupial, which amused the elder man to no end. Who would have guessed that the vengeful teen would turn into something so adorable.

Sensing his lover's amusement and guessing why it was so, Harry the Glider turned his body around so that his back was to the scene before them. Tom snorted then poked the animagus in the back haunch.

"It is no use being annoyed with me, child. You are far too adorable in this form." He teased, earning a glare for his efforts. Magic washed over them both and where once a small animal sat, a much larger teen wrapped long legs around Tom's neck; gloveless hands buried themselves in his locks and gripped tight.
Tom's lips squirmed in a devilish smirk, sparking green eyes. Harry scowled bringing their faces closer, noses touching and magic dancing deliciously around them.

"Fuck you, Tom."

Red eyes gleaned at the hoarse reprimand as he voiced his discomfort.

"Not on the ritual circle, dear. Not only is it terribly cliche, we might accidentally summon a demon who will want your body for his own. Then I would have to battle all of hell just to keep them away from you." He adopted a faux mask of seriousness, eliciting a snort of amusement from the smaller male.

"My gallant knight." He rasped sarcastically and the Dark Lord's eyes softened.

"Why of course. Who else would fight for your honour?"

"Father."

"No dear, it needs to be a lover."

"Myself then."

"My serpant, I think you're missing the point here."

Harry softly huffed, his hands gentling before he sighed and simply pressed his forehead against his lover's, basking in their moment. It seemed that lately they never were able to banter back and forth like this, with all that had been going on.

"We are almost finished , Tom." He stated quietly, receiving a hum of affirmation.

He slid so that his body was pressed against Tom in full before hugging the man tightly. He was relieved. Never did he think that this day would come. That he would have the family he now had; that he would have the mate that he now possessed.
He never imagined that Magic would have blessed him so much. Yet here he was. His vengeance almost complete. Surrounded by love he'd only dreamt of.

Strong arms wrapped about his waist and his grin turned wicked. He loved this man so much. It terrified him at first, so used to things being taken from him. He had been worried that through all of this , Tom would see how tainted he had become due to the actions of his enemies. Instead he had been held tighter, every dream of his revenge had been realized and now, now they were at the finale and he couldn't help but feel awed at the power, love, and loyalty of the man that would now take over the Wizarding World as he should.

"Thank you." He finally breathed, his magic instinctively dancing over the older Male, wrapping and winding around the other.

The Dark Lord scoffed, reaching up to brush a wayward wisp of hair from his mate's face.

"You needn't thank me, pet." He stated, allowing himself to really savour Harry's aura. Once, after one of their love making sessions, Harry had remarked that he enjoyed the feel and scent of Tom's magic, but especially when they could just relax, like now.

A gentle knock interrupted their moment, drawing the two back to their task.

"Enter." The Slytherin Heir called after Harry had smoothed out his robes, rolling his eyes when the elder wizard smugly did so wandlessly.

In stride Severus and, surprisingly, Sirius. The both of then sported unamused expressions, obviously still harbouring animosity towards each other, though they didn't trade barbs.
Following them was Antonin and Barty, who had Dumbledore chained, magic restrained, between them.
They marched the frail old man, whose blue eyes burned with Hatred, into the center of the room; to the center of the summoning circle.
The gathered wizards -to a one- inhaled sharply when a flux of pure magic rippled through the room. While the Dark Lord and Harry were not bothered, gazing at their new guests with awe, their comrades swiftly withdrew their wands pointing them at the strange beings that had materialized at the edge of the runed septagram.

There were three, whose forms were seemingly unassuming, whilst their power slowly leaked out and danced along their forms individually.
Fondness entered the eyes of one of the women, irises of gold that spun with intelligence and wisdom of the ages. The eight year old boy at her side with eyes of acidic green held mischief, his curled midnight locks billowed out as if a wind travelled through the room. At his side stood a young girl, a little older in appearance than the boy. Her hair was long, pooling at her feet, her gaze was cold and even though her eyes were milk white, they seemed to look through one when they rested on each member present.
In her arms she held an hour glass. Immediately the wizards dropped their wand arms and knelt, understanding intuitively that these people were worthy of their respect.
Harry bowed his head, an eerie look in his Avada Kedavra curse eyes.

"Death. Magic. Time. Welcome to the End." The young Snape whispered in reverence, startling those in their presence and terrifying Dumbledore who started to struggle against his bindings.

Tom smirked, a devilish gleam in his rubied gaze. Death hid a chuckle behind his small hand before he swept into a mocking bow towards the aggregate gathered. He winked towards Sirius (whose mouth gasped in shock at Harry's introduction), recognizing a fellow mischief maker.

"My chosen. You have done so well! Thank you for stopping this abomination from carrying out anymore of his families misdeeds." Magic's moneyed orbs sweeping over all of them.

Time's white eyes zeroed in on Albus Dumbledore and her gaze turned even more frigid , her countenance twisting into a moue of loathing.

"It is time to pay the reaper, Dumbledore." She rasped, her voice echoing across the ages with the authority as was befitting her station as Mother of Time.

The older wizard paled and reared back, unable to escape, unable to move. Pinned in place by the magics of the Circle of Nemesis he was at the centre of. Noting the lines in question, Death whistled and slowly clapped.

"Once more you've both proven that our faith in you was well placed. She hasn't had a sacrifice since Prometheus. " the child-like being equipped, teeth bared as his lips split in a malicious grin.

Once Magic and Time actually looked at the 'circle' being used, the female entities let out surprised sounds.

"Well, it was time for a family reunion anyways." Time whispered in amusement, ignoring the snorts of her siblings. It was true though. Regardless that Nemesis was merely a cousin, they hadn't seen her in ages. She was one of the few deities that had to stay in her realm unless summoned.

"I'm sure Nem will love to help us. She must be bored by now." Drawled Death finally pulling away from his sisters and stepping closer to Tom and the young Chosen One. As he neared the young male gave him a calm look, serene as he watched the 'child's approach.

"Death." He greeted, as if they had known each other for far longer than Harry had been alive. Like they were old acquaintances. Death's green eyes flashed through many colours, pride for the young wizard in his gaze before he tilted his chosen's chin up.

"Young Harry. You are worthy of every gift given you. I am proud of you." He leaned closer to bestow this fated one a kiss when a familiar slim hand was firmly pressed against his mouth.

"Stop antagonizing my chosen children, brother." Remarked Magic in drawl.

Death cackled before leaping away from Harry and his sister who looked unamused. He continued sniggering when Tom pulled his lover closer in an obvious show of possessiveness.

"If you're finished, children, I'd like for these wizards to commence with the summoning." Time scoffed, honestly her two siblings both drove her spare sometimes.

Tom nodded for Severus to bring him the book he had set down when Harry had transformed back into a human; once down he leaned forward , pressing his lips to Harry's ear.

"Now, my child, say the words that will end this once and for all." He purred, grin wide.

The teen pointed his wand at the circle and began, eyes bright with all the excitement felt. This moment had been one he had dreamed of for a long time. When he was strung up like meat. Beaten, starved, and experimented on. When he was cold, alone, destroyed. And now. Finally. Finally , it would end.

"From the depths of Hades
From the shame of the fool
We beseech you, oh Nemesis.
Punisher of the wicked
To come and judge
This mortal who would dare
Use magics not his own
A syphon of the careful balance.
Come to us in our hour of need
Make right what is wrong.
So that the balance returns again.
All is yours
All is one."

Harry incanted and quickly slashed her symbol in the air.
A bright flash of lavender light bathed the room, the magic in the air thickening as the circle also shone. The intensity of the power emanating from the runes was enough to cause the humans surrounding the old wizard to breathe deep in an effort to calm their racing hearts.
As suddenly as it began, it ended, and hovering beside Death , was a tall woman, dressed in garb that was traditional in ancient Greece. Gold bangles trailed down her arms and her hair, dark and curly , was tightly woven into a plait at her back.
Her eyes, a gunmetal grey, surveyed the room before landing on Dumbledore. She sneered. She had heard of this one's misdeeds. Every human in the room bowed low in respect to the new comer, garnering amused grins from the immortals.

The ancient being scoffed and floated closer to Harry. As the summer, it was he she needed to focus on. The vic- er- sacrifice, in the centre of her circle carried dark magics that were laced with the moving green spirals of Time Magic and in a flash of insight, Nemesis understood why she'd been summoned.
The rumours of a mortal who stole from Time had reached even her realm, though with her duties to her world she was prevented from looking further. She needed and once more gazed at the pair who had brought her to the mortal plane.

"I, Nemesis, have heard your summons, childe. Tell me what you wish." She intoned her part of the ritual. She observed how the shorter Male leaned forward instead of away as most mortals did in her presence. It was rather intriguing of she was honest with herself. The young wizard's smile reminded her so much of her cousin Loki, she suddenly understood why all those magical being currently in the room had held fast to the young one.

"Payment is due, Mistress. The Dumbledore clan has been a theif of your siblings for a long time, but the one who has committed the worse atrocities in the name of Greed, was this man at the centre of your summoning." Came the reply, the young voice was rough, startling her.

The Goddess of Retribution tilted her head slightly before her eyes traveled to her fellow deities.

"Well, my fears, you obviously approve. Otherwise I would not be here. However, what say you?"

Time sneered, her face crumbling in rage before she snapped her fingers. An hourglass appeared before Nemesis and the goddess gasped. Her eyes turned flinty.
The hourglass in question had a large fissure down its side. Whatever had been inside had been lost long ago. The name upon its wooden base stated Albus Brian Percival Wulfric Dumbledore. Beneath his name it stated theif in gaelic.
Harry hissed his displeasure, knowing that many of the families whose life forces were drained, had given Dumbledore the ability to steal the Sands of Time from his own hourglass.
For her part, Nemesis' power blazed her fury and her feet finally touched the ground. Her steps were silent but every step she made towards the frail headmaster, left little cracks in the floor.

" Loathesome human. You dare steal from the gods. I have just the punishment for you. Very well, young wizard. I accept this sacrifice. Albus too many middle names Dumbledore will meet out the penalty for his crimes." Her grin turned malicious- her teeth exposed as her lips slowly peeled back.

"What do you have in mind, Nem?" Inquired Death, not even attempting to hide the insane glee he was feeling.

Nemesis crackled, feeling her rage and magics swirl inside her at the thought of having a subject to destroy after so long in confinement. She cracked her knuckles, stretching her arms above her head before sighing happily.

"I thought I would give the old man a little twist of Prometheus' treatment. Instead of an eagle- it will be all the animals associated with the Founders of his precious school. I might throw in a phoenix every now and then. At the end of the day he will be healed but weaker. Only to do it over and over until his family debt has been paid. How many centuries has his family betrayed you, sibs?" A delicate brow raised at the question.

"Seven generations. " Time stated in a bored tone, and Harry's eyes widened.

"His family has been able to do this for over 300 years?" He snapped, fiery temper lashing out. His ire was directed at Dumbledore, however , not at Mother Magic or her family. Why hadn't they been stopped sooner?

Magic appeared before her chosen and gently carded a hand through his locks. She was so proud of him. Even now, with how broken he had become, he worried over how another treated her and the other gods. Looking to her siblings , she could tell they harboured similar feelings to her own.

"Mother and Father had no clue. Contrary to popular belief we aren't all knowing. By the time we figured out the who, we still had no inkling as to the how." Death replied for his sisters, eyes of green seeming to age before them." We had finally pinpointed the how when you had been kidnapped. In fact if not for your capture and being marked as my favourite, we might have missed it for another generation"

"Happy to be of service, prat." Harry deadpanned, rolling his eyes and anger abating at the wink he received in reply. Nemesis snorted at the teasing, amused with the ease that these mortals had with her fellow gods.

"Yes. Well." She cleared her throat." In any case, Albus Dumbledore, you will be punished for the equivalent of these Seven Generations. Each day will be more agonizing than the last. Your ghosts and those of your fore father's victims will haunt you all the rest of your days. And as a bonus torture you will watch as the wizarding world prospers under the rule of Thomas Riddle and Harry Snape. You will mourn and gnash your teeth in rage. You will watch as the man you loved is set free to live his remaining years in peace- surrounded by friends and loved ones. You will know your failure and you will be unable to do anything but bleed and weep. Rage and wail. Hatred and sorrow will be your constant companion as the animals drain your magics and feast on your flesh. You will heal and then they will do it all again. This is my judgement. So mote it be." The Goddess of Vengeance supplied and immediately chains shot out of the ground, attaching themselves to his body.

Harry watched, eyes wide and a terrifying Cheshire smirk mimicked on his life mate who was watching just as avidly.
A slab of onyx stone, veiled with bright orange and blue fires, rose from the circle, dragging the old man with it. A scream of pain erupted from his lips, his back arching as it touched the heated stone. Blood welled as his teeth bit through his lips in an aborted endeavour to keep himself quiet. Nemesis loved a challenge and she knew that this man would taste her whip at one point. It had been so long since she had used it. He screamed in earnest when one of her many Gryphon friends appeared, a screech leaving his beak before it launched at the Headmaster, swiping its claws across the aged wizard's torso, spilling his guts.

The inhuman bellow that reverberated off the walls of the dungeon room caused Harry to moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Tom's bright red orbs were lit with a hellfire that promised Harry a proper fucking later.
It increased in volume when the creature began to tug on the entrails, its beak every now and then rooting in the cavity made.

"I am satisfied with this punishment." Time stated, followed closely by her brother and sister, both giving their bids of approval. Nemesis bowed and smoothed out her attired before waving at the group.

"Its been lovely darlings. Let's meet more often. Make it a party. " she smirked and with a snap of her fingers , her, the gryphon, and Dumbledore vanished, leaving behind a scorched and cracked floor as the only signs she was there. When they were gone, Magic turned to her chosen and bowed.

"You guys have done more than we could have asked of you, thank you children. May your days be full and your love strong." With that she gave Tom and Harry a kiss on the forehead before she disappeared with a wink.

Death giggled, bowing low to the both of them.

"Well, young ones it's time for me to depart. I have a dinner date with the God of Mischeif. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. I'll be in touch, Harry." And he, too, vanished.

Time gave the room a once over before she sighed. Her weightless eyes turned to each member, and she finally smiled.

"I award each of you and your men an extra one hundred years for helping us fulfill this task. As for you ,Tom and you, Consort Harry, I grant you the ability to visit one of your ancestors every ten years to gain knowledge or to simply get to know more about your families. Thank you again. I will see you in your next life." She bowed her head and in a flash she was gone as well.

Harry turned bright green eyes to his consort and left into his arms.

"He's gone!" He crowed, planting open mouthed kisses to his lover's face before meeting his lips and engaging in an intense snog.

The other occupants of the room were equally excited each breathing a sign of relief, talking animatedly with one another about celebrations before leaving the lovers and Severus alone in the room.

"My Lord, my son." The potions master cleared his throat and smiled when Harry looked at him owlishly." Do you wish to celebrate with us or alone?" He asked, knowing he could always catch up with Harry later and hug him, tell him how proud he was of him.

The younger Snape smiled softly at his adopted father and then nodded to Tom.

"I don't know about this grumpy old man, but I'd like to see if Bellatrix can really drink Sirius and Barty under the Table." He responded with a chuckle, squeaking when his thigh was pinched in retaliation for the 'old man's barb.

Severus rolled his eyes heaven ward but snorted and eventually bowed his head.

"I will see you soon, then."

Before he could leave, he stopped at Harry's call.

"Father, thank you."

Severus stood straighter, hearing the unspoken sentiment in his son's words. He inclined his head, leaving the room in a billow of robes.
Finally alone, Tom pulled Harry tight against him, running his hands over his little mate's body.

"We did it, my heart. We are free."

"I love you, Tom Riddle."

"And I, you, my serpent."

"Who would have figured we would make such a great team?" Harry quipped, sniggering at the pout Tom mockingly gave him.

"I always knew, of course."

"Of course."

They were quiet for a bit, relishing each other before they joined the masses. Eventually Tom scooped up his soul mate and whistled a jaunty tune.

"You're insane, Tom."

"Only for you, dear."

"Into the future?"

"Stop being cliche, child."

Harry laughed, raspy but filled with hope and love for the man he would gladly spend eternity with.

"Let's make it endlessly entertaining, Tom."

A wicked smirk and flash of red eyes.

"Now that I can do."

THE END