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Harry stood frozen above the stone pensive as her emotions roiled inside of her, swirling around as though caught in the grasp of a whirlpool. Harry's eyes shone with anger even as they filled with the pain of loss and betrayal. She blinked slowly and the tears began to fall, mixing with blood, sweat and grime as they left their own mark upon her face.

How could they do that? What had she done that had caused the fates and destiny to abandon her so? Had she not given all of herself and what she had to them? How could they plot so cruelly to hurt her so? How dare they hurt her this way. And for what? A small bit of gold that was left to her by a dead family. Gold that she would have parted with willingly and without question if they had only asked.

Slowly Harry sank down into the throne like chair that sat behind the headmaster's desk. "One hour," she uttered. The sound barely whispering past her lips. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at a small clock that stood upon the desk's surface. Twenty minutes of Voldemort's allotted hour had flown past as she viewed the memories stored within the pensive.

Quickly she cast a look around to the portraits that still adorned the walls of the office. A sly smile crept across her face as she took in the fact that the former headmasters had all deserted their frames. Out of duty to help or fear of being damaged Harry didn't know. Nor did she care at the moment.

A moment's rifling through the drawers of the desk left her equipped with a rather fine quill, a bottle of dark colored ink, and a fresh roll of parchment. She quickly unstopped the ink and began to scribe her final revenge.

I, Lady Harriet Vulpecula Potter, do hereby scribe my final will and testament this day, the 2nd of May 1998, being of sound mind and sound enough body. Any will written using my name prior to this day is null and void.

In light of recent events, I do hereby decree that all of the wealth that I own be divided equally amongst my truest and most honest friends. Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Fred Weasley, and George Weasley. Not a knut of this money may be shared with any of the other weasleys or Hermione Granger because of their roles in hurting and betraying me over the past seven years of my life. Neville and Luna, I also ask that the two of you take care of Teddy Lupin in my stead, as I will be unable to act as a suitable godmother wherever I have ended up. I trust the pair of you to be able to raise him to be the very best that he could be. With dreams as high as the moon, but with toes grounded so he does not get lost beyond the clouds. Fred, George, use what I give you to further fund the joke shop, for surely the world will need a bit of cheer after this whole mess with the dark tosser is up. All of you take care of one another, and live. I love you all.

As harry finished penning the final strokes, a light golden glow encompassed the page. Her magic had accepted her final will, and it was now legally and magically binding.

Satisfied with her work, she stood and glanced at the clock one last time. Fifteen minutes left until the end. Harry felt a calm wash over her as she walked through the castle towards the forest. Once she had truly entered the forest, she pulled out the stone and twirled it within her grasp.

Slowly Harry met the gaze of each ghostly figure that surrounded her. Her parents came last, with their sad but loving smiles.

"You know I don't have any other choices at the moment," Harry whispered, throat tight.

"We know," Lilly responded, with James nodding in agreement. "We just wish that you had more time to be alive. To appreciate what little childhood you have left. But we know that the world wouldn't let you."

"My damned potter luck,"

"Too right you are Kit" Sirius guffawed. "At least you got to mess with them one last time before you go."

"I suppose I did."

"Come on now dearest," James spoke. "As much as we hate it, it's nearly time."

"Stay with me," Harry pleaded softly. "Please."

"We will stay with you until the very end," Remus nodded comfortingly.

Taking a final breath, Harry and her ghostly companions stepped forward- ready to meet with death as a friend.

"My lord," a nameless death eater stuttered in front of Voldemort as he gave his report. "None of us have seen the potter girl, and the hour is almost up."

The death eater flinched as Voldemort responded, his cold voice cutting through the silence of the forest. "Indeed. I thought that she would come out to meet me. It appears that I was… mistaken…"

"No," Harry spoke up as she stepped out from behind a particularly large tree. "You are wrong about a lot of things Tom Riddle, but that is not one of them."

"Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed. "The Girl who Lived, come to die."

"Yes," Harry rolled her eyes. "That's kind of the point Tom-"

"Do not speak that name," Voldemort cried, but Harry carried on as though uninterrupted in the first place.

"If you want to kill me, I suggest skipping the evil monologue before I somehow manage to engineer one of my 'miraculous' escapes."

Voldemort snarled and raised his wand. A smile of contentment settled upon Harry's face as a jet of sickly green light shot towards her. She closed her eyes as the curse struck her chest. There was no pain, just a serene calm that engulfed her as the world around ceased to exist.