AN: Hey... I know I've been gone for a Long time, and I'm sorry for that. However, it is now summer, and I will have time to get back to writing, and finishing my current stories! (Except Little Emerald, 'cause that's gonna take a long time). This is the last chapter of Potionem Domino, and I want to thank everyone for following and favoriting even when I hadn't updated in forever. And thank you to the reviewers, for giving me feedback, and helping to keep me going. At times, reviews were the only thing keeping me from getting depressed or suicidal. But, this isn't the place to talk about that, so let me get on to the story.

As always, I do not own these fandoms.

Giada Draven, out!

They had come up with plans for the creeps to hide until Voldemort began making his 'victory speech' on how they didn't stand a chance, etc. Then the humans would hide and the creeps would take their place. Thanks to disillusionment charms the switch would not be noticed.

Potionem would be out front, killing Nagini the moment it was in view and then taunting Voldemort until the killing curse was fired. That was when it was time to strike, capturing Death Eaters and getting rid of their leader.

The plan was set in motion. Snape went to the dark lord to tell him that Dumbledore had left for the next week and that it would ideal to attack now. Voldemort fell for it, making immediate plans to attack. It was set for that evening. Potionem was relaxing, showing Sally and LJ around the Forbidden Forest while Sirius was with BEN. Suddenly, LJ's head jerked toward the school, only one word leaving his mouth before he began to run back to the Great Hall: "Now."

Sally disappeared behind a tree, and Potionem began running while taking out his potions just in case they arrived to combat. It didn't take long, years of chasing after or running from Tobby helping his stamina and making him used to speeding up even when he was tired.

When he reached Hagrid's hut, rows and rows of Death Eaters were visible at the gate, not close enough for them to see him. The floating bubble that Nagini was encased in stayed directly behind her master. He snuck into his hiding place, near the doors to the Entrance Hall, and saw that Snape was in place as well, waiting in front of the massive doors. Without looking, he could tell that the others were also in place.

It wasn't often that they all worked together as a team, but when they did it would make even Zalgo afraid.

It took several minutes for the Death Eaters to, attempt to, menacingly march to the school. Voldemort was right behind the front row, clearly the leader using them as meat shields just in case. When only Snape was visible, the coward stepped out from within his ranks, smirking. "Severuss," he hissed. "Have you truly informed uss correctly? Good. Even if you did lie, any of thosse who could be here will not expect uss…"

Snape bowed, only letting his pained look be visible when he glanced to the side where Potionem was. "Yes, my lord. They have no idea…" The last was whispered, only Potionem in hearing range.

That was when Dumbledore opened the doors using magic, matching the other's dramatics. "Tom. You have arrived just on time. I believe this has been put off long enough." Quietly, Potionem slunk out of his hiding place, under a disillusionment. With a glamour, he and Snape switched so that no one saw. They were all distracted by Dumbledore, and none noticed the slight ripple as Snape disappeared and seemed to blink back into existence a moment latter, nor when Nagini stopped writhing around in her protective bubble.

Voldemort sneered. "Old man. Do not call me that name, I am no longer so weak!" His lisp slipped away, clearly being for show to try to match with his snake like characteristics.

"Why?" Potionem sneered, still disguised as Snape.

Voldemort snarled, turning on his 'loyal follower'. "What is it, you fool?! You have lied to me for the last time, and you will die for this!"

Potionem laughed, bone chilling in its insanity. "This may be the last lie I tell you, but I will certainly not die."

"Truly? Then let us see if you survive this!" He fired the killing curse, striking Potionem in the chest. He allowed himself to fall backwards, the curse killing the horcrux with a terrible shriek, and the glamour fell. Potionem slowly pulled himself to his feet, taking measured steps toward Voldemort as the older backed away. "What the hell..." he whispered, then found a nozzle against his throat.

"Finally, you are mortal, and I am not. I was your last horcrux, and if you didn't kill me, someone else could have and probably made it much more permanent. So thank you." Then, he pulled the trigger once, allowing the limp body of one Tom Marvolo Riddle to fall to the ground with a dull thud.

He glances at the Death Eaters still gathered, waiting. A few began to run, but a simple stunner form the wizards stopped them in their tracks. The war was over. With much less bloodshed than expected, and more acceptance than was ever imagines. And Potionem was finally a full creep, able to build his myth across the world and the internet.