Chapter 12. Naught Without Consequence

A/N: Hey guys, been a while; real Author's note at the end of the chapter.

Harry and Ginny awaited their quarry, standing side by side in the place they had bonded, the last place they expected to return; The Chamber of Secrets.

The Anti-Portkey and Apparition wards had been set, their preparation - complete. Now they stood shoulder to shoulder, their robes shimmering slightly as they were facing the entrance, the musty mildew smell still permeated the air and the Chamber still retained it's green glow, however it was tinged with red due to the glow emanating from Harry's Glaives, which he gripped tightly, flexing his hands on their grips in anticipation; Intent on fighting and destroying his nemesis for the final time.

Stone grated against stone as the doorway opened, revealing the same man whose Horcrux had assaulted Ginny years ago, the man who had killed Harry's parents over a decade ago, the man that had the World gripped in terror for years before that, killing countless innocents in his insane quest to destroy every living thing, shrouding his true intentions with a war based on blood purity.

The form of Tom Riddle, the consequence of both Dumbledore's actions and inactions, emerged from the shadows of the entryway as he slowly, and cautiously edged forward into the room.

If Harry and Ginny were afraid of the man before them, neither showed it. Both faces wore nothing more than deep frowns above Green and Brown eyes respectively.

"It ends today Potter…" Tom Riddle sneered menacingly as he eventually came to halt standing before the pair, his expression confident, yet his voice seeming almost hollow, almost as if it were filled with a hastily covered fear.

"Potters, plural…" Harry corrected with a feral smirk, "and I couldn't agree more Tom."

"Don't call me by that name." Riddle grisled, as if he were a child bordering on tantrum.

"It's who you are… Tom…" Ginny smirked, her expression matching her husband's.

Tom glared at Ginny for a moment before a smile graces his lips. "I was willing to spare you girl, you could have been a broodmare, you would have been well cared for and produced powerful heirs, but for your continued insolence… I promise neither of your ends will be quick. CRUCIO!"

12 hours before the Chamber.

Neville Longbottom had just addressed the group of proud fighters… warriors before him. His plan fully detailed, laid out before them. Both he and Grace had worked on it together for the better part of a week, ever since learning Voldemort had taken over Hogwarts.

The plan wasn't convoluted, nor was it exceedingly intricate, it was a basic and simple plan of luring Voldemort to where they wanted him and keeping him there, alone. There were a lot of ifs and buts, for example, if none of the Death Eaters acted as normal, the plan wouldn't work, if Voldemort didn't take the bait, people would die, and if they overestimated their own side's power against their enemies; it would be a glorified mass suicide.

But Neville was confident. The Death Eaters were simple people, very single minded, and Voldemort was as insane as they came; the only thing he believed was really left to chance, was if Harry and Ginny were capable of defeating Voldemort in a private setting, an uninterrupted and inescapable final battle.

The group, largely trained by and including the Flamels were all rather confident in Neville's plan and their own abilities, so they sent out scouts to simply observe and report, in the forms of Fred, Remus, Hermione and George while the rest prepared for the end of everything they had trained for.

20 minutes before the Chamber.

The Potters, Longbottoms, Flamels, Weasleys, and Marauders strode through the gates of Hogwarts, Harry having blasted them open with a flick of his wand, sending them cartwheeling loudly over a hundred feet onto the grounds, while the Flamels worked together to shatter the wards with Raw Magic; none broke stride.

The walk through the grounds could have been described as leisurely were it not for the adrenaline coursing through them all in anticipation of the events that all knew were to follow, and the planning process that preceded this moment, with the preparation to suit.

As they reached the courtyard that gave way to the entrance hall of the great castle of Hogwarts, it was almost on cue, as Neville had described would happen; Voldemort and his minion army of miscreants strode purposefully through the now open doors. There were around fifty Death Eaters that Voldemort led through into the now crowded courtyard, the very last of his currently known Death Eaters.

"Well, well, well... if it isn't the terrifying Vigilantes," Voldemort preened as his boot lickers laughed nervously. Most were actually in fear of the small group before them, the rare couple that had survived previous battles spread word of their enemies power, resulting in an epidemic of fear through the ranks. "Have you come to surrender or die, Potter."

Harry and Ginny lowered their hoods, knowing already their covers had been blown, quite some time ago, "Neither Tom, I'm just here to claim what is rightfully mine, Secrets you missed within the Chamber." Harry said softly as he and Ginny then disappeared in a swirl of black.

Voldemort's eyes widened in shock at their words and sudden disappearance, "Take care of these! The Potters are mine." Voldemort then turned and headed back inside the castle. The doors slamming shut behind him, "The one who gets the most kills, gets Potter's whore." Voldemort's voice resounded throughout the grounds of the school.

Bill and a now Neville trained Fred Weasley, who both loved their sister dearly, boiled in anger. Though they knew that Harry and Ginny could handle themselves, they were quickly thinking that to protect their baby sister they were going to do their part and carve their way through these Death Eaters, letting Harry and their sister have Voldemort.

At the forefront of the group Neville lowered his hood, Blue Aura beginning to surround him, it wasn't anywhere near as powerful or violent as Harry's, but it still radiated an awesome, fear inspiring power.

Arms spread, sword in his right hand, wand in his left Neville stood before the enemy force. "Shall we commence?" He asked with a wide smile.

"Longbottom?!" Draco Malfoy roared in laughter.

"Leave him to me." Sneered another voice, which immediately caused Neville to snarl. "So Longbottom," Snape drawled as he stepped forwards, "You useless worm, thrown your lot in with Potter, again?"

Neville said nothing, a deep scowl on his face as the Death Eaters were practically vibrating with anticipation.

"You know, I heard all about that pretty little wife of yours…" Snape continued, "Once I've left her a widow I think I'll…" Nobody saw the movement but Neville.

Out of the corner of his eye, the very woman Snape was talking about made her move, the Shadow Step was quick and precise, like her movements, of which only he truly saw.

Her hood was now down as she stood before Snape, his eyes widened in shock as her piercing blue bored into his black. Her movement completed, he heard his hand fall to the ground, now separate from his body, he wanted to move to pick it up, but his body didn't respond, couldn't as that connection was now severed.

"You'll do nothing." Grace said darkly as she stared into Snape's eyes, "There is only on threat you Death Eaters make against us women, and I'm sick of it. This is for Jessica, Cassandra, Sarah and Emily!" she shouted viciously as she levelled her wand at the man, "Eviscerate!" Her screamed spell echoed through the land.

Draco watched wide eyed as Snape's innards were expelled from his body, his head fell from his shoulders and he blinked once, mouth moving slightly before death took him as its own.

Raising his wand at the girl who had taken his Godfather from him, his only real family left, Draco Malfoy had the killing curse on his lips. He very suddenly found his vision impeded by the form of Neville Longbottom, and felt his wrist snap within the man's iron hard grip. Malfoy squealed like a pig in pain and struggled, but the effort was fruitless and wasted for the moment.

Neville head butted Draco to the ground, tearing the wand from his grip as the Death Nibbling bastard collapsed under the assault. "You've always had choices, and you always chose wrong. You're a waste. Goodbye little Draco, Obliterate!"

The thin golden beam of light that erupted from Malfoy's wand within Neville's grasp, it impacted with his chest, Malfoy felt the magical energy hit him as though he were punched, the air forcibly expelled from him. He saw the Death Eaters around him break into battle as they charged forward, stepping over him, their wands drawn.

Draco tried to sit up but he no longer had the energy, reaching up slowly he touched the wound on his chest and it came away sticky with blood. 'It should hurt, shouldn't it?' He thought to himself. 'I always thought it would hurt.'

Looking to his side, he saw his wand that had been discarded by Longbottom, who'd since entered the fray. He could heal himself if he got it, Malfoy thought as he reached out for it, but the inches he knew it to be from him felt like miles. He had never been so tired in his life, his vision narrowed slightly before he closed his eyes, 'Perhaps I'll rest for a moment,' he thought, as the Malfoy boy's haggard breathing slowed, his pulse nonexistent since the magical energy enveloped and incinerated his heart and he knew no more, the Malfoy bloodline had reached its end.

"...CRUCIO!" Riddle roared, the spell made a quick break from his wand for Ginny, but she was ready for it and vanished in another swirl of Shadow.

Riddle looked around warily for the moment, expecting an attack in retaliation before turning his attention to Harry. "Your woman runs like a coward... she's left you for dead, Potter." He said as he conjured a blade, expecting both physical and magical attacks from the Boy-Who-Survived-too-often, standing defiantly before him.

"... So it seems." Harry replied smugly, knowing Ginny was nearby, ready to strike in an instant. "You know, last time we fought it didn't end too well for you, perhaps you should run, like the little bitch we both know you are." He taunted Riddle.

"Last time I was weakened, burdened by a damaged soul, as you know and saw." Riddle exclaimed, his usual monologue beginning, "This time however, I have changed. Rituals long lost have been performed…" he continued on as Harry just wondered what they could be as he stared down his nemesis, hopefully, if he had enough power, it would be for the last time.

With one wayward twitch from Riddle, Harry made his move leaping forward and swinging his main hand Glaive at Riddle's head, who blocked with a speed that matched that of Ginny, the battle was on. Spells and blades clashed, power crackling between to two as they fought a fight of which the likes hadn't been seen in centuries.

Ginny leapt back into the fray, unsurprising to Riddle, who merely parried her attack and caught her in the midsection with a kick, the movement was quick and precise, confirming to Harry that Riddle really was stronger and faster than the last time they had fought.

Ginny landed in a crouch and backflipped away, landing on her feet, awaiting another opening to strike. Throughout the furious battle, both she and Harry found many openings, some successful others parried as both teens slowly wore down Riddle's defences. He was just as successful in his attacks, causing small cuts and bruises which wore down and slowed both Potters throughout the course of the battle, testing the very upper limits of their stamina.

Harry, deciding that holding back his power for stamina now was fruitless, he went all in. With a grunt and a roar of power, the Aura surrounded him, sparks broke free and tracked along the ground.

Riddle wasn't standing around and waiting for an attack though, as quickly as he could he hurled his conjured sword at Ginny, who deftly ducked out of the way, only to be struck in the side by a well placed cutting curse.

Ginny let out a yelp and shadow stepped away again to assess and heal herself. It was sloppy on her part to let an attack like that through, and it spoke volumes for how far Riddle had come in the last few weeks. She'd seen for herself what he was last time, the battle Harry had fought to get to and face off Riddle, viewing the memory repeatedly in the Pensieve.

Checking her wound she saw it was deep, and bleeding profusely but hardly fatal. The blood loss would be troubling if she hadn't healed herself, but as it were, she was now taken care of. Ginny was about to let Harry know through the bond that all was well, but something was blocking her from him, looking down from atop the statue of Slytherin where she stood, she saw his Glaives had shifted from Red to Black, and the red of his aura too was quickly darkening. "Oh Shit." She said aloud, instantly remembering the blackness surrounding his eyes during the summer.

Harry who only saw Ginny get hit by Riddle's curse before she squealed and vanished, immediately imagined the worst, and he allowed what he had called his inner darkness to take over him.

His eyes immediately regained their under shadowed darkness that surrounded them after the Second task in his previous year, this time though the skin was cracked slightly, leaking a red aura he couldn't see. He felt he was in complete control, yet there was something else there; A visceral anger that exploded within. His red glaives and aura darkened turning black, and looked as though they were consuming the light that was in the room, the only things left that weren't blackened, were his green eyes and the golden sphere that represented Ginny's power within Harry.

Riddle quickly summoned his sword back as Harry attacked with renewed force, this time he was different however. His speed was mind boggling, the force of his blows, incomprehensible as he struck so fast that Riddle could barely keep pace. But his movements were hampered - he was blinded by his single minded rage that Ginny had been attacked, Riddle knew this and used it to his advantage.

He was furiously defending himself constantly from attacks that were coming from the enraged Harry, until Harry slowed slightly, changing his movements still getting used to his new speed. Riddle struck, jamming his sword into Harry's right shoulder.

"Argh!" Harry ground out in pain as he dropped one of his weapons. He quickly blocked the pain out as grabbed the sword along with Riddle's hand, crushed it and pulled him in closer, the sword cutting deeper as it protruded from his back.

"No need to fight it Potter," Voldemort said with a sweetness tinged in his voice, "I will show you true despair, and then you will die. I will ensure your soul goes to hell!"

"Then my ticket better be a double pass." Harry grunted, crushing Voldemort's hand tighter, causing his nemesis to gasp in pain, that being its own reward. "Because you're coming with me." He hissed.

Voldemort's eyes widened as he withdrew from Harry's grip with all of his force, sword going with him as he yanked backward; it slid from Harry's hand with ease as it was now slick with his own blood.

Harry summoned the Glaive he dropped when Voldemort had stabbed him and shifted them both into Wands and he brought the two tips together in front of him, he channelled every ounce of strength and power into the spell that he could, his aura started to swirl around and it seemed that it was assisting in forming a concentrated ball of magical energy at the tips of his wands.

Ginny, recognising what he was going to do was there in a flash, she holstered her own wands, and placed her hands over Harry's, causing his black bordered, emerald eyes to widen slightly upon seeing the red hair he so loved, before they narrowed back onto their quarry. She attempted to feed her own power through Harry's wands, but she was again hampered, no doubt by the darkness beginning to settle into Harry's heart and soul, it didn't completely stop her from forcing her magical energy through however.

The ground beneath them bucked and heaved under their combined power, as the Chamber around them began to crumble, the statue of Salazar Slytherin split and fell into the water below.

Voldemort looked on wide eyed, he cast a few spells, including the Cruciatus and Avada Kedavra at the pair, but they all curved from their trajectory and were drawn to, then absorbed into the ball of magic at the tips of the wands. He tried to apparate, and tried to use his emergency portkey, to no avail, he was about to turn and run when he heard them shout.

Sensing the spell was ready, Harry and Ginny both roared at the same time; "FINALIS MICO!" While Ginny hoped beyond hope that she had fed enough power into the spell so as to keep Harry from destroying himself, a flash of white light filled their vision, and consumed everything before them into nothingness, as their world faded to black.

Neville wiped his sword on his sleeve, cleaning the blood and gore off of it that had gathered, before he sheathed it.

Looking around, he was pleased with what he saw. They had successfully dealt with the entire defending force of Death Eaters, with only one minor injury. Sirius had taken a nasty gash to his leg, and after quickly Shadow Stepping to Potter Manor, to be healed by his best mate, he had returned to the fray, completely intact.

As Neville started to wonder how Harry and Ginny were doing, he felt the ground beneath him give a tremendous heave, spilling all of their force onto the ground unceremoniously.

"No…" Nicholas said softly, a tinge of fear and uncertainty tainting his usually confident tone.

"What is it?" Sirius asked from his position on the dirt, not wanting to stand again for the fact that the now shuddering Earth was only increasing in force, which would result in them all being dumped back onto the ground.

Nicholas shook his head as he watched, one; then another, then a massive projection of white light erupt from the earth near the Black Lake. Sitting there in horror, he observed as the magical energy projected along and then upward into the heavens, the pressure from the blast blowing out from the sides of the main beam of power as the ground gave a final heave, and all he saw was blackness.

"Nicholas!" He heard his wife shout through the blackness, "Love, we have to move!" She shouted in desperation as he slowly came to, pushing himself up slowly, his body straining in protest he looked around and saw smoke and a raging inferno coming from the direction the blast was in.

"Harry, Ginny…" He whispered. Sadness and despair setting in, he believed they could not have survived a blast of that magnitude, especially if they caused it.

"I don't know love," Perenelle said, as she hoisted Nicholas the remainder of the way to his feet and Shadow Stepped them a safe distance away.

Standing upon the parapets of the still intact castle, the force that had decimated the Death Eaters looked down, at what was remaining of the school grounds, being consumed by flame.

From far beyond the black lake, to the edges of Hogsmeade, the once majestic grounds were nothing more than cavernous as all had been consumed in the almighty blast from Harry and Ginny.

Nicholas' eyes were drawn to the edge of the crater where Neville stood, looking down upon the ground in concentration. Neville closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel the magic around him. In his heart he knew his best friends had cast that spell, a spell they were afraid of using.

Fawkes landed on his shoulder and trilled softly. Directing his search to a different location amongst the wreckage of the school.

Magic seemed to swirl around Neville and his familiar, remnants of the blast, leftover magical energy, he did his best to push his concentration deeper, beneath the earth and raging inferno below to where Fawkes had directed him. Then he felt it, present but fading, 'There you are.' He said in his head, a thought which was projected in a way for his wife to hear. To all that were watching, it seemed as though Neville simply vanished from the spot, there was no word from him.

Then within moments, he re-appeared next to them all bearing two limp forms, one had hair blacker than the blackest void, the other had hair of almost living flame.

Nicholas made his way to the pair he thought of as his own children in a heartbeat. "He's dying… Her soul will soon follow..." He said softly after a moment's observation.

"Why? What can we do?" Sirius asked desperately looking up and around at the varied degrees of hopeless expressions, George, Bill and everyone else behind them were there too. All were looking on in fear that the ones that had been responsible for their heightened understanding of magic, fear that they wouldn't be able to complete what needed to be done to save the Wizarding World from itself.

"What can we do!?" Sirius screamed at everyone in a panic.

"There is nothing you can do, the spell he used." Nicholas shook his head softly, as Perenelle knelt beside him, tears tracking her soot covered cheeks. She hugged him softly, "He consumed every ounce of his magic, and even a good portion of his life force using that spell. It seems Ginny did her best to help… That they are still breathing is a miracle in itself, and a testament to their power. But they cannot survive."

Perenelle looked up and into Nicholas' eyes for a moment, and it appeared they were having a silent conversation, Neville knew better however, being able to do the same with his wife he knew they definitely were holding a secret conversation. Nicholas suddenly nodded and stood, bringing his wife of over 600 years to her feet with him, they then joined hands and stood over the young pair lying upon the ground. "Ut vitae merentur, quod est gratis datum." The ancient bonded pair said together, holding the same wand which was pointing down at the pair beneath them, then with a flash of indigo light, the colour of their auras, they collapsed together, beside the young ones.

Harry knew what he had done, he had condemned himself to death, and by doing so he did his wife too. The pair had agreed however, that if all seemed bleak, they would die in order to end Voldemort for good. The world would recover, Neville, Grace and the others could carry on with their legacy.

As he lay in the cold black of unconsciousness no strength to fight anymore, his life ebbing from his body, he felt a tearing deep within him, as though his soul was splitting. He could only surmise, with his weakened and slowing mind, that the feeling was Ginny beginning to pass on from this world too.

"In order to deserve life, it must be freely given." Harry heard a deep booming voice, clearly in his own mind. As if by some unknown force,he was lifted to his feet, he felt the tearing of his being cease, his energy restore and saw in the blackness of his own minds eye, his wife, Ginny appear before him.

"Harry?" Ginny whispered making her way to him, for the idea of speaking loudly didn't appeal to her at that moment. As soon as they touched hands and hugged each other, Harry felt whole once more, as though everything in the universe was right once more.

"Gin…" Harry whispered pulling back from her embrace to look into her eyes. Harry trailed one hand down her cheek and she leaned into his touch, the thought of losing each other making them crave the comfort of one another once more. "You heard that too?"

"Yeah…" She said softly as she looked around, their combined blackness of unconsciousness began to lighten to a greyed hue, before Nicholas and Perenelle coalesced before them both.

"Harry, Ginny…" Nicholas smiled at them. "... You did it!"

"We are so proud of you." Perenelle finished for her husband.

"What is this?" Harry and Ginny asked together, glancing at each other with a smirk before they turned their attention back to the pair before them.

"You both were dying." Nicholas said softly, a sad smile on his face, "You did it, you used Finalis Mortem to kill him didn't you." It was more statement than question.

"Nothing could survive that, you should know, you taught us the spell..." Ginny said softly before something clicked in her mind. "Wait… What did you do?"

"We freely gave our lives in place of yours." Perenelle said with a tear as she stepped forwards and embraced the girl she thought of as a daughter. "You still have so much to do, you are both icons, staples of the world and history, and we have lived such long, full lives."

Ginny held on to Perenelle tightly as the elder woman cried. "I love you both, you were more than pupils, you are our children." Perenelle uttered softly as she stepped back from Ginny and wiped her eyes.

"Harry," Nicholas said as he embraced his adoptive son, in all but the law. "I am so proud of you, how strong and capable you have become; I'm sure they, your parents, would be proud of you too." He then released Harry as his wife hugged him, he grabbed Ginny and held her close. "Ginny, I know you're mother would never say it, but we love you, and we're more proud of you than any parent could be. Keep Harry on the right path, keep yourself strong, you need each other, now so more than ever."

Ginny nodded, tears in her eyes as Nicholas and Perenelle released both her and Harry. She made her way to her husband and held Harry close. "We are fading." Perenelle said softly, as though drained of energy, "We love you." Then with a gust of wind, the elder pair were blown away into ash and dust, their surroundings became white light, and Harry and Ginny awoke.

The Bonded pair, lay upon the parapet of Hogwarts, surrounded by their friends and family. Eyes fluttered open, neither moved but just stared into one another's eyes as they regained consciousness and awareness of their surroundings.

'My Ginny…'

'My Harry…' Ginny responded, tears in her eyes as she looked at Harry. The darkness surrounding his eyes still there from the hard fought battle. The scar crossing his face from Voldemort's cutting curse which still stood in stark contrast to his pale skin, green eyes and dark surrounds, the face of the man she loved without question in her heart. '... You did it…' She finished her thought.

'We did it… The Flamels!' Harry almost shouted into her mind as he sat up. Every muscle in his body screaming in protest to the movement, for the moment he shunted all awareness of the pain aside.

Nicholas and Perenelle lay upon the ground beside him, lifeless.

"They gave their life force for you..." Neville said softly, but the sound was loud in the still of the air, the crackling and rushing of flames on the grounds below, set alight by Harry and Ginny's magic, was the only noise that could be heard, even being muted by the distance. "... You were dying, they had to do it… to restore you… to keep everything going…" Neville finished his thought, looking around the group that surrounded the now awake pair.

Harry and Ginny's eyes both followed Neville's, everyone's eyes held relief, it was marred slightly by sadness for the loss of the Flamels, but it was mainly relief.

'They didn't think they could continued without us…' Harry thought aloud to his wife who moved into his side.

'They see us as a beacon of hope, an answer to this never ending torment that is forced upon them.' Ginny thought quietly. 'As much as I know you hoped otherwise, I don't think Neville could lead them like you Harry.'

"I know…" Harry said softly answering both Neville and Ginny as she hugged deeper into his side, eyes looking up to meet Neville's pained expression, his friends eyes widened in shock.

"You were ready to die for what you believed in, like they did…" Neville said as he took in the blackness surrounding Harry's eyes as his friend made to stand. "... Don't squander their gift."

"We don't intend to…" Ginny whispered as she too stood up, but more slowly as she took in the scenery around them, the grounds decimated, the Forbidden Forest, Black Lake and Quidditch Pitch gone and the remainder was on fire. "But first we need to save the school."

Hours later, time spent preventing Hogwarts from being razed, the group of victors stood on the beach of the Flamel's Island, two bodies on one pyre, headstones carved from large rocks Neville had found in the forest on the island.

In Memory of Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel

Friends, Mentors, Parents

"In order to deserve life, it must be freely given"

Once Harry had finished the quoted spell that saved he and Ginny, he stepped back into his wife's welcoming embrace. He was the first to speak.

"Nicholas was the first person aside from Gin to truly believe in me." Harry said thickly as a tear tracked down his cheek. "He… Nicholas and Perenelle, both gave me something few humans can give another, true purpose. I promise, I will earn your gift, your trust and your lives once more."

"I'm sure they'd say you already have, pup." Sirius placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently with a soft smirk.

"Perenelle was the first woman to show me the love of a mother." Ginny spoke softly, but everyone heard. Fred, George and Bill winced. "She and Nick gave me a home and a sense of belonging - outside of my life with Harry ofcourse."

Everyone in the group took their turn speaking about how the Flamels affected their lives for the better, before Grace and Neville stepped forward, lighting the Pyre, with a whoosh, the bodies were consumed in flames, obstructing their view of the stone markers and bodies of their loved ones.

Pyrignis and Fawkes sat atop the Pyre, unaffected by the flames being creatures of the flame themselves. They sang a soft mournful tune before Pyrignis took flight, bursting into flame in the distance, he was not seen again.

Later Fawkes would tell Neville, Pyrignis lived a selfless and noble life; for which he was granted access into the realm of the Phoenix, free from the world and feuds of Mortals. It was the paradise all creatures of the Flame aspired to.

The group of friends and family once more found themselves congregated around the living room of Potter Manor.

It was a sombre mood that permeated the air. But one tinged with relief, Voldemort had been dealt with, the bulk of his Death Eaters annihilated, now all that was left was the disassembly of the Magical governments and the integration of the Magical and Muggle worlds, "not much really," Harry said in jest.

Harry's plan was to visit the British Muggle Prime Minister and explain to him that Wizarding kind needed to be integrated slowly into Non Magical society. They could aid non magical people in all areas of life, be it construction, cooking or security, for which in return they could be exposed to technology which seemed like magic to the average Pureblooded Wizard or Witch.

Hermione however said that she would prefer deal with the man, as it would be easier from her perspective of being a Muggleborn, whereas Harry was merely a slave to a Muggle family. She had a plan detailed where she would approach in an honest way appealing to the man's better nature, if it failed she would take Harry and Ginny for a second, more forceful visit.

She then directed Harry and Ginny towards the ICW, stating that it would need to be dismantled. If there was a way to deal with the entire mess peacefully, they would find a way, however if not, he wouldn't hesitate to unleash his blade.

Hemel Hempstead was set to hold the next meeting, Harry and Ginevra Potter would be attending.

20 Years Later

"And so with the fall of the Ministry of Magic, and the disbanding of the ICW, everyone had thought the Vigilantes had won and were ready to surrender to their will. Yet they didn't kill, they didn't continue to destroy like the wizarding society had been led to believe. They helped them, they allowed them to integrate into Non Magical Society, showing the Wizards and the Non magicals that all could be peaceful." The woman said to her daughter, both had hair of flame, the mother with brown eyes, the daughter with green.

"How?" The daughter asked with the innocence only a child under ten could.

"Well dear, in the first year they dismantled all of the Corrupt Magical Governments, quelling any upstarts like Voldemort in the process." The mother explained, keeping the details light for her daughter. There were a lot of deaths in that first year, most were Death Eaters and Dark Lord Wannabes, but they did lose one, Sirius Black, their enemies paid dearly for that death. "In the second, they worked on integration, preventing fights, battles and wars brought on by fear and the deeply ingrained prejudices of the Pure Blooded Society. By the fifth, they merely watched and observed, making less and less appearances before they faded into the background, while the unknown had become the normal."

"Mum, what happened to the Vigilantes after they finished helping? Where did they go?" The daughter asked, she had attended Non Magical Schooling from a young age and was accepted as a young witch, even envied by non magicals.

"No one really knows, they just disappeared, but many believe they are still watching and waiting, looking over us all, their Righteous Fury stayed for the moment by the lasting peace." The mother said tucking her daughter in as she stood and turned out the light. "Don't worry Lily, I'm sure they are still around, keeping us safe and ensuring a future for us all."

"I hope I get to meet them one day…" Lily trailed off with a yawn.

"I hope you don't have to… Goodnight, get some sleep. I love you."

"Love you too mum," Lily answered in a tired whisper.

The mother closed the door almost all the way, leaving a small gap for the light to enter, so her daughter, her youngest, Lily Perenelle Hermione Potter, needn't fear the dark.

Making her way upstairs, she encountered her husband encouraging their oldest, James Nicholas Arthur Potter, as it was his first day of Magical School tomorrow. He would attend Hogwarts, for that tradition was kept, however he would still learn the three core Non Magical Classes, Math, English and Science while present. This added an extra year of schooling to Hogwarts, which wasn't optional.

Sirius Neville Remus Potter, the second son of Ginevra and Harry Potter was listening intently from his bed next to his older brother. He was keen to start his magical training too, however they all had some training from their parents; for who would the Vigilantes be if they didn't ensure their own children were powerful and prepared for anything that may come.

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A/N: So I tried not to make it obvious, but I lost a lot of passion for this story long ago, and have attempted to write an ending several time; deleting many in the process. I did my best to keep the characters I'd turned them all into true to themselves, but in saying that I also had to end the story - I had many different ideas for the final battle, however none of them seemed to fit.

This is the end, I tried to make that point clear by using a time skip epilogue. I could have written the whole dismantling of the Governments, but it would have dragged out far too long and killed it for me more than it already had been. In hindsight, I would have liked to have Harry stomp Riddle to death out the front of Privet Drive, but what's done is done.

The names of the children - Not Canon obviously, I couldn't exactly have them named after people their parents had killed, and the use of two middle names is common, both of my Sons have two middle names.

I apologise for any spelling/Grammar issues, My Beta abandoned me before the last chapter was released, also part of the reason I lost motivation on this story.

On another note altogether; For those following the Saiyan Legacy, I have been working on that in the meantime - this will not be released until the Dubbed Version of Super is complete, I would like to directly quote the English version rather than the Japanese. ~Spoiler~ Harry will be joining the Z Fighters in their universe, undecided if temporary or permanent.

Another story I have been working on is a Slytherin Harry, titled Harrison Black. I'll let you guess about that one.

Neither of the above will begin to be released until complete, I do not want a repeat of this where it became a year between updates.

Again, thank you all for your positive, or constructive criticism reviews, I really appreciate it. For the toxic guest reviews that I've had to delete (cowards), and the people who for some reason can't handle THE CANON H/G pairing; Seriously, fuck off.