Chapter 33

End Of All Things

"You two will not be serving detention, however," he said, quashing any hopes that were appearing on two boys' faces. "On second offences, you will be serving detention for the rest of the year." He punctuated each word then snapped at the pair, "Now, get back to your dormitories!"

Harry and Draco left the room without word and Snape followed both of them out; the trio walked in silence. Harry felt awful that they had to be caught in such a bad time. Sneaking a glance, Malfoy was staring ahead, Harry vaguely wondered what the blonde boy was thinking about. They kept walking to the point where Harry had to split from them to head on to his tower, pulling over his invisibility cloak. His thoughts were mulling over the latest events; especially about Malfoy and Snape. He really hoped that Snape would find a way to convince Malfoy that being a Death Eater was not worth a Malfoy's life—literally.

Sighing, he hoped that he would be able to sleep tonight, then suddenly, he had the horrible feeling puncturing deeply in his stomach. Scowling slightly, he took a quick look around in his area. Nothing was off, but his instincts were screaming at him to hide, to get away from Gryffindor tower. Shaking his head, it was late at night and he was wearing his invisibility cloak; what could possibly endanger him? Up ahead, he saw some shadows moving about; but Harry squinted his eyes and saw nothing was moving.

'Something's playing with my eyes… or mind...' thought Harry, frowning, 'Are my eyes fooling me? Yeah, that had to be it, I'm imagining things...' Convinced that he was only making things up, he pressed on in the same direction to his House of Gryffindors. When he arrived at the portrait hole, he realized that the Fat Lady wasn't in her painting. Harry mentally groaned. He was stuck out of his tower for Merlin knew how long.

Harry dully examined the portrait and something grabbed his attention. He could tell that the frame was off in the painting. On closer inspection, he grew alarmed. The picture was slightly violated, there were some magical sparks flying about the edges of the frame. Knowing that his curiosity could be a weakness of his; he didn't foolishly touch the frames. He took out his wand and muttered a spell to reveal what it was. The words appeared before him, in red letterings.

Should You Aver;
Magical Aura Assents—
Any Persons Enter
Without Consequences

This wasn't exactly good, Harry knew that. The spell didn't outright tell what was causing the sparks. He cautiously and carefully pulled the door open, his stomach was flip-flopping like crazy; like a fish would do out of water on a patch of grass. He was worried, deeply troubled and fretful about his friends. He slowly and discreetly entered the common room without the help of Fat Lady.

Something was horribly wrong here—for some reason, he almost sighed of relief when he saw nothing sinister was in the common room. Without warning, the fireplace flared bright, lighting up even in the darkest corners of the room. In the stairway that led to the boys dormitory, stood a man with his glaring white eyes burning into the very core of Harry. He couldn't breathe; he was frozen!

'How can this man see me with my invisibility cloak on! Or he appears to be looking at me…' Thought Harry, panicking as he watched the eyes of the person in front of him. He couldn't move from where he was; it was as though he was jinxed not be able lift a finger in the presence of this bloke.

As fast as it had happened, the man disappeared without a trace—Harry didn't know how the man vanished. The fireplace has returned back to normal and Harry gasped for breath. He was glad that he is able to move again. 'What in Merlin's name was that!' his mind screamed, as Harry was looking around quickly for the mysterious man. When he couldn't find him, he grew worried about the welfare of his friends. Still alarmed, he ran up the stairs to his dormitory, hoping to Merlin that his friends were all right.

Harry ran inside his bedroom as he tore off his invisibility and threw it to the floor. To his slight relief, he saw that his dorm-mates Dean and Seamus were untouched. Then Harry ran over to Ron's bedside and pulled away the curtains, hoping to see a familiar sight of Ron snoring and mumbling in his sleep. To his horror, he moved away from the bed, shaking his head in denial then he opened his mouth like a fish, trying to speak.

"Ron, No…" moaned Harry in anguish, trying to breathe, to calm himself down. He came forward, his tears prickling at the edge of his eyes. His hand was hesitant to touch the bed of his best mate. His eyes fell upon three different things: the familiar note, recognizable black feather and the ever present Black Essence Curse—covering Ron's whole body in ebony gist. He had only focused on Ron's bed as he realized that everyone in the room stirred awake from their slumber. Harry picked up the note softly, unable to believe that this was happening.

"Wha-what is it, Harry?" asked Seamus sleepily.

"H-he's dead…" said Harry, his insides squeezing inside of him. He really thought that everything that was happening was far too unearthly. Then Harry read the note quickly.

Misfortune is near. Your freckled friend also.
Love of crows and maidens, above may ride.
You, I will fast see, more fast than you think.
Potter-sama, one of friends loyalty can you question.
By my dark spirit love ones death you watch—defy.

Misfortune is near. Fight of spirit, good you submit.
Or suffer. Watch. The ones you love fall and still.
By hand of those, you die.

Tengu

'He couldn't be here at Hogwarts…' His stomach squelched and flattened as though a boa constrictor was wrapping around him. "Everyone, get up!" said Harry, trying to regain his composure. "We're in mortal danger," said Harry darkly, his spoken words snarling with revenge. The sixth year boys grew alarmed and all signs of sleep were gone from their faces.

"We need to get the others up!" said Dean, backing away from Ron's bed as his bed was next to Ron's right side.

"What we need is to raise the alarm," corrected Harry and everyone nodded, their faces set. Harry ran down the stairs to wake the Gryffindors up. For all he knew, the man he saw could still be in the castle. The years below him had come around from their beds, grumbling but once they heard what was going on, they understandably grew scared and panicky. Seamus had gone on to the common room to try and rouse the girls up from the foot of the stairs. Eventually, everyone was in the common room and Harry saw that some familiar faces were missing.

"Did any of you see your dorm-mates with a note, a black feather and covered in some type of black essence?" asked Harry, worry gnawing at his stomach again. Several hands raised up in the air tentatively and Harry groaned. "No, this isn't happening, we need to get Professor Conan!"

Abruptly, as though Harry was in a surreal dream, something else happened. There were several thunderclaps of the coming storm as numerous rumbling noises announcing the nearing electrical storm.

The portrait swung open eerily and Harry turned around slowly and found a slack-jawed Professor Conan standing there. Harry moved a foot forward to ask for help but he saw that his professor's eyes were glazed over. Thunderbolts flashed in the nearby window and spilling out of his mouth was shown; like some victim out of a movie he saw when he was with the Dursleys one time. Then a nearby storm cloud flashed lightning and thunder rumbled loudly, causing several girls in the tower to start screaming, Their Head of House's presence was frightening as Professor Conan fell forward, along with the electric storm crackling to exacerbate the screams even worse. The body hit the floor with a sickening thud, Harry felt weak to his stomach, 'This really cannot be happening.'

"Everyone, I need you to calm down..." When the most of Gryffindors settled down slightly. Harry asked to himself. "All right, now... what to do?" tying to think fast. "We need to stay in numbers, third years and below, please stick together. I think seventh years should be with the lower years," said Harry, his wand drawn, pointing at the portrait hole.

Without warning, a burst of wind flew into the common room as everyone screamed in terror again. Lightning flashed as the fireplace went out then left them in total cold darkness. Harry's wand was still trained at the portrait hole when the storm flashed again. The same man he saw earlier appeared in the hole, and he realized that his hand was visibly shaking with nervousness as everyone recoiled from the hole as most of the girls kept screaming. They fell into darkness once more as everyone continued to clamour in fear.

'They ought to stop screaming!' thought Harry, 'They're not helping matters at all!' Harry waved his wand to create a crack to get them to be quiet. This had only made things worse as several guys yelped in bewilderment, but they finally stopped screaming as the storm rumbled on. The thunderbolt flashed again as the person in the hole grinned sadistically. With the shadows that the storm was creating only made the whole thing into a pure nightmare and the wraith-like man walked inside the common room.

"Stupefy!" screamed Harry as other students' curses and hexes flew at the enemy. Before any of the spells could reach the enemy, the man created a shield, absorbing all of their curses as though they were nothing. Harry threw more dangerous hexes and curses he had learned in the last six months, last one ending with the Cruciatus Curse—in the name of Ron's death.

"Crucio!" The curse threw the man off guard and was hit head on. The curse could not even hold the enemy down. He got his will work back up as he stood on his feet again, glaring angrily at Harry. Harry felt as though he was smacked in the face; he couldn't even get him! The man began to chuckle quietly and increased in volume with his laughter.

"Potta-sama, think you, over I, can win?" he asked, mockingly tilting his head to his left. "Heh, I think not!"

"STUPEFY!" screamed another voice. It wasn't from anyone in the common room, but from behind the enemy. The man twirled around and ducked in time, shooting off a binding spell at the attacker and missed the target. The storm flashed again and Harry belatedly realized that the stray stunning curse had hit a third year boy and fell with a thump. Someone revived the third year quickly as Harry tried to discern who had come to their desperately needed aid.

Harry heard the same voice again, coming toward them; it was a voice he hadn't heard in many long months. He didn't want to believe that he was hearing things but dare he believe his ears? The dark corridor was lit up again as a bolt of electricity crackled and an old familiar figure appeared.

"I command you to stop this!" yelled the memorable voice.

"No thank you, Dumburudoa, I here to finish Riddo-san business he wish," said Tengu, bowing low with an air of mockery. There was no mistaking the man that had appeared in time for their rescue. Hermione gasped as Harry stared, stunned. When the lightning flashed three times in succession with loud rumbling, he saw a dishevelled look of one—Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

"Headmaster!" bellowed most of the Gryffindors as Harry walked forward numbly. The look in Dumbledore's eyes was grotesque and downright frightening—Headmaster's face was set as he had in the night in the Department of Mystery. Harry looked to Tengu, he saw that the enemy wasn't fazed at all; he looked as though he was looking forward to the fight. Harry also realized that Tengu's back was facing him and grinned at his opportunity.

"Stupefy," said Harry as quietly as he could. The stunning hex shot off at Tengu. Before it hit the enemy, Tengu shot up a shield again, absorbing the hex. Harry growled angrily at this, Tengu was far too good in dueling.

"AVADA KEDEVRA!" screamed Tengu, sending the killing curse at Dumbledore. Before anyone could do anything, Fawkes appeared in time to take the destructive curse and burst into flames as the phoenix fell to the ground in a pile of ashes. Moments later, a baby Fawkes' head appeared out of the ashes, trilling softly. Tengu swore, reverting to his native language in his increasing rage. Before another curse spell passed his lips, Dumbledore responded with a hex that was accompanied by a purple jet of light.

"Temee, Dumburudoa!" yelled Tengu in heavy Japanese.

The hex missed the target as Tengu leapt to the right and shot off orange-red sparks back at Headmaster as Dumbledore conjured a chair, effectively blocking the spell. Harry saw that there were other staff members in the corridor now, and doing their best in helping Professor Dumbledore—or at least they're trying to with a lot of shields and spells. Tengu blocked them all with ease, infuriating the professors to no end. Others looked as though they were frustrated in not being able to get into the common room. Harry realized this to be a problem as the foe from Japan was still in the way of the entrance.

Harry knew he had to do something but he had never felt so powerless. None of his spell worked on Tengu. Some of the younger years students were crying softly, Harry too, felt like crying but he couldn't. He had to keep his head calm and get some type of control over the situation. Growing with determination, he raised his wand again, hoping to at least distract Tengu.

"Impedimenta! Petrificus Totalis! Stupefy! Cifros Glimmeros Totalis! Pulses abentis!" The last spell Harry threw finally hit Tengu, sending the enemy flying away from Harry and crashed in front of Dumbledore with a crash as the storm gave off loud thunderclaps. Harry kept his pride feelings under wraps; he did not need to let his guard down now. A bolt of light jumped about the walls as Dumbledore pointed his wand at Tengu, frigid twinkle glaring at the enemy at his feet.

"You shall die by your own spell," said Dumbledore coldly. Then he widened his eyes in recognition. He nearly dropped his wand. 'It's you, Ura—" Before he could say the rest of the name, Tengu interrupted him.

Before anyone could even blink, Tengu only grinned evilly and pointed his wand at Dumbledore face and spoke the two famous words.

"Avada Kedevra," he said calmly, the green light shooting out of his wand. The killing curse has hit in the face of one esteemed wizard; the deadly hex sent Dumbledore flying into the ceiling above as a face of realization and horror frozen forever in the eyes of Headmaster. Tengu muttered a curse that stuck Dumbledore's body to the ceiling.

Everyone stood in stunned silence as they tried to comprehend what had just happened in the space of two seconds. Harry couldn't believe it. After months and months of not seeing him, Dumbledore had just died before the face of Hogwarts. The girls behind him screamed in agony and anguish as they realized that their headmaster had died before their eyes. Harry saw that Tengu was moving swiftly, casting the Black essence curse on the staff members as they tried to fight for their lives and for the lives of children in Hogwarts. Harry tried to join in the fight against Tengu.

Only to find himself that he could not move his feet forward (I would end this sentence with something else of Harry since he is the subject then stop the sentence before the Death Eaters), the Death Eaters had arrived in aid of Tengu. The battle was not in their favour as the students fled for their lives into the dormitories. The seventh years had also run away to the safety of their bedrooms. Only Hermione, Dean, Seamus and Ginny remained with Harry. Where did the Gryffindor courage go? Why had they forsaken the lives of Hogwarts?

The growing storm thrashed against the windows as rain began to pelt down heavily, the cold wind flying through the common room from the dead fireplace. Lightning flashed again and Harry saw the familiar faces of Death Eaters and snarled, as did Hermione. One of them was Bellatrix Lestrange and she was standing before them, her white mask in her hand, wand in the other.

"Well, well, well, look who's here," sneered the woman, her heavy-lidded eyes sparkling with glee. Her wand poised at Hermione, Harry saw that Hermione had grown defiant at the wrong moment.

'Hermione, no!' his mind screamed as Hermione threw a spell to send her away from them. Bellatrix laughed as she sidestepped the spell and threw a curse at her.

"CRUCIO!"

"Fortifyia Aegis!" yelled Harry, trying to conjure the beta shielding charm in front of Hermione, his mind hoped to protect his friend. The other Death Eater inconveniently threw a spell in front of Harry's fruitless attempt at shielding. The Cruciatus curse hit Hermione head on. In a slow motion as it had with Sirius in the Death Chamber; she fell to the floor, shrieking and convulsing in pain. The combat around him continued to rage on, maelstrom of curses and hexes flying from all directions as Staff members moved into the common room of courageous Gryffindor. Bellatrix laughed and took the Cruciatus curse off Hermione.

The actions were confusing around him as Harry ran over to Hermione's side. "Hermione!" said Harry worriedly. Hermione let out a small groan. "Hermione… wait here." Harry dragged her quickly under a table. He faced Bellatrix, glaring daggers.

"Ohh, 'ittle baby Potter feels threatened? How cute! Saving your girlfriend—" she cooed in a baby's voice and got interrupted as Harry's glare intensified.

"SILENCIO!" cursed Harry, and Harry's spell hit Bellatrix. "And stay that way! Ferula." He then bound her up with ropes that he conjured from his wand.

Harry turned around to face Tengu, his mind reeling as he saw the Black Essence curse hit Professor Srycry in the chest as she flew into a wall from the force of the spell. Harry's insides froze, if the Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts could not hold against Tengu, who could? Who could possibly hold against Tengu in the time of crisis? Was all of this some surreal and grotesque dream that he could never hope to wake up from? He needed Malfoy to use the double joint spell now; the odds of Malfoy coming to help and the chances of that happening were slim to none.

"STUPEFY!" yelled Harry, trying to get through Tengu, to at least get knocked out from the spell. His attempt failed as Tengu conjured a plate; the plate blew into pieces and shards upon collusion. In the corridor, he saw some students from other houses, one of them had a blonde hair. His hope surged forward.

MALFOY!" yelled Harry, urging him to come where he is. Draco looked as though he had been running a marathon.

"Wh-what's—?" stuttered Malfoy.

"It's Tengu, get over here now!" said Harry quickly as Tengu continued to fight with the staff members. Snape was now among them, Harry realized. Malfoy ran over to where he is, panting slightly.

"We need to do the power joint charm, with the Cifros curse."

"Are you mad, Potter? That's going to kill him!" hissed Draco.

"This is Tengu we're talking about. We have to put him out!" said Harry. "We don't have time to argue!" Malfoy hesitated but then he finally nodded, face stern as they faced Tengu as one, their wands in equilibrium. "On three, Malfoy... three—two—one—"

"CIFROS GLIMMEROUS TOTALIS UNITA!" yelled the two boys as a light blue stream of light shot out of their wands and intertwined with their two spells and in beeline for Tengu. The enemy turned to his right in time, his face turned and twisted into horror of realization. He was hit suddenly in the chest and flew into the ground with a clashing sound. The ice built up from the spot he had been hit and spread all over his body, freezing him. Harry panted from slight magical drainage.

"We can't rest now, he's still alive," said Harry. "There's Death Eaters too..." he trailed off as Malfoy's eyes widened in fear. Draco looked around in panic and realized there are Death Eaters about. It was a time of which side a person was on, and to Draco—the side of light was made plainly as he saw Professor Snape fighting against the Death Eaters.

"DRACO! Your father won't be happy to hear this!" screamed one of the Death Eaters as he tried to get away. Harry threw the stunning hex at the Death Eater and fell to the ground with a thud.

Quite instantly, the body of Tengu began cracking and sizzling as Harry realized that Tengu was about to break out of the ice. He couldn't react and realized that the icicles could easily impale anyone on sight.

"EVERYONE! MOVE!" screamed Harry, trying to warn the others. Professor McGonagall wasn't lucky; (new sentence) as soon the ice flew apart from Tengu—a large shard of ice impaled McGonagall's face from sheer force as she fell to the ground, blood flowing from the head wound. Harry's stomach crushed mentally at the sight of his dear Professor and Headmistress. Tengu stood up, flexing his fingers, grinning maniacally.

Harry finally realized that they were losing, horribly below par where they should be. Malfoy moved away from Tengu; aghast that the enemy had lived through the Cifros Curse.

"I sorry for say but—fight ends here now," said Tengu quietly, his long straggly black hair covering his face as everyone stood silently in their places. Everyone was far too stunned to keep on fighting. "Fight ends here," he repeated. "I is time for revenge," he said, his volume increasing, "revenge for mortar brood!" screamed Tengu angrily, his wand waving wildly as spurts of curses and hexes hit staff members, friends and Death Eaters alike. Harry could not believe his eyes; Tengu was willing to kill his own comrades. Or were they ever his comrades at all? He hid behind a sofa, as did Malfoy next to him.

"What are we going to do?" asked Malfoy worriedly.

"I don't know, M—Draco, I don't know," answered Harry. He wasn't going to give up just yet. Then Harry saw the face of Tengu appearing above them, grinning as he stared down at Harry and Draco.

"It thank to Hera-my-o-nee Garancher, is true that she the one who the kindness bring me here."

"What, you are lying!" yelled Harry, refusing to believe that Hermione had betrayed him.

"Oh no, she thought I, a friend, a pen-writer friend of Garancher-chan. She never think that her friend was I, Tengu. Ever she?" asked Tengu, pulling up Hermione from the ground by the hair. Hermione whimpered, arms flailing slightly, tears falling down her face.

"I'm so sorry Harry! I d-didn't know!" wailed Hermione. Harry felt torn between anger and horror. Harry pointed his wand at Hermione's hair, trying to save her.

"AVADA KEDEVRA!" yelled Tengu in joviality as his wand pointed at Hermione's cheek. Hermione's eyes dulled into lifeless iris of amber. Harry's arm froze; the spell froze on his lips as he could not finish uttering the Diffindo spell that was meant to cut her hair. "You ready to die, Potta-sama?"

"N-no… I'm not ready!" yelled Harry, remembering Mark, Sirius and Remus.

"Me think you are," said Tengu softly, his wand pointing in Harry's direction.

"NO, HARRY!" yelled another voice in the direction of boys' dormitory. Harry's face snapped to the voice as the storm thunderclapped again and realized that Mark was standing there, for all the world to see.

"MARK! GET OUT OF THERE!" yelled Harry, wanting his long lost cousin-now-brother to leave. Before Mark could even hide behind the door, Tengu's wand trained on Mark, grinning ever so evilly.

"TENEBROSIUS ASPHYXIATUS!" cursed Tengu, as his Black Essence Curse flew in Mark's direction. Harry's brother could not move in time and got hit in the face of the deadly curse.

"Maaark!" bellowed Harry, his tears finally falling down his face. He couldn't breathe; the reminiscences of his summer as he was scavenging for his memories and looting the neighbourhood for food. The flood gates of his times poured out in his mind and he couldn't stop the onslaught of recollections of his past. The special bond he had created between himself and Mark. The joy he had with his younger brother. Harry heard scrambling of footfalls in the direction of portrait hole. Harry's face turned to the direction of yelling voices. He realized that it was the Order and Aurors arriving. He felt a slight hope growing inside, but his heart grieved for Mark's death along with his two best friends. Harry glanced at Malfoy.

He was the last of his friends that he could count on and felt a pulse of determination running through his veins. He wasn't going to go down, nor will Malfoy. Harry heard Tengu cursing several of the members of Order with the Black Essence. Harry stood up, heaving heavy breaths as he pointed his wand at Tengu.

"You have caused us enough grief, it's the end now, Tengu!" yelled Harry as he began to utter the deadly curse. "AVADA KEDEVRA!" cursed Harry as he put every living will inside of him wishing and wanting Tengu to die instantly. He almost succeeded but a Death Eater jumped in the way of the killing curse and fell away dead. Harry couldn't believe that he had successfully killed another man, this time with the killing curse.

"Ah, first person you kirred with Kirring curse, Potta-sama?" asked Tengu conversationally. "Veri good, so sorry you wirr have to end. AVADA KEDEVRA!" The green spurt of spell flew at Harry's way as Harry tried to conjure any type of object but he couldn't. In the last second, Harry saw Malfoy jumping in the way of the killing curse's path.

"Dracooo!" screamed Harry in anguish. He fell forward as he caught Malfoy in his arms. Harry couldn't believe that Malfoy Jr. had progressed so much in the last six months, and now he had to die now. He felt defeated. No person could ever hope to put any amount of joy in Harry anymore. Then when he looked up, a renewal of confidence pulsed inside of him. He remembered Sirius and Remus, and Harry wasn't about to quit.

Harry saw that Tengu was currently battling with the last of his family. Harry stood up quickly, he wasn't about to give up on his last hope in regaining joy just yet. Before he could reach Remus, he saw Tengu uttering the Black Essence Curse.

"IMPEDIMENTA!" yelled Harry, trying to stop Tengu from casting the murderous spell. In quick succession, Tengu put up his shield as he threw the fatal curse at Remus. Harry saw that Sirius from behind Remus and pushed the werewolf down to the floor, receiving the ebony curse in full. "SIRIUS! DAMN YOU, TENGU!"

Harry decided to forgo his magical abilities and attacked Tengu by tackling him to the floor. He began punching Tengu in the face furiously. Before he could hook punch his jaw, a spell sent him flying into a wall from behind. Harry let out a groan when he hit the wall, his right shoulder receiving the brunt of his collusion.

"Tsk, tsk, that veri rude you, Potta-sama …" said Tengu from behind Harry. "If you wanta fight martiar arts styr, you have ask."

"The hell like I would have!" said Harry angrily, facing him again. Tengu shook his head and pointed his wand at Remus.

"I sorry, but—" A jet of orange hex shot off from Tengu's wand and went in the direction of Remus' way and got hit as he collided into the window, shattering the panes into pieces. Harry's eyes widened as he saw the horror masking Remus' face as he fell toward the ground. Remus' mouth was open in shock and watched Harry as he fell away. Thunderclaps and lightning clashed as Harry felt the showers of rain splash his face as he felt a feeling snapped inside of him as Remus was plummeting from the tower. He felt that his stomach couldn't handle it anymore. He lost everyone in a single battle. He collapsed to his knees, his hands on the floor, gasping softly. He couldn't think that anyone could ever thought that Harry could continue to fight the losing battle.

No one.

"Oh-ho, poor Potta-sama, feering think he defeated!" yelled Tengu in delight. "Rook around! Haari Potta-sama has given up! This is moment new era! First, I had betrayed my dear aged friend, Riddo-san and kirred him," said Tengu, Harry stared at the floor, unbelieving his ears.

'Voldemort's dead? How? I thought I had to kill him myself…? The Prophecy… How did he…' thought Harry, his insides growing cold in fear. 'How can this… monster take out Voldemort, Dumbledore, and even Professor Srycry? Is there any hope for the mankind's future with this… this abominable of a man?' His thoughts were interrupted by the same voice.

"With courtesy of Marfoy, yes…" Tengu continued, "now, this wirr be end of the Right Pirrar! Good bye Potta-sama …" he said softly then shouted the last two words Harry would hear in his life. "AVADA KEDEVRA!"

Harry's face looked up in time to accept the green light—with open arms in defeat. The beam of green light came as though it was in a slow motion. Flashes of his life appeared before him. The abuse he endured at the Dursleys, the friendship he had forged with Ron and Hermione. The love for Mark, Sirius and Remus was strong. The dangerous truce created between himself and Malfoy. Harry blinked once as the green light finally approached him and hit the sorrow-filled boy in the chest. He felt no pain, only acceptance and love. He knew he would see his loved ones again.

He fell away to the ground next to Hermione, his best friend of five and half years.

He was finally in peace.

Yes, I'm sorry to say that this is the end of this story, but I apologize. A close friend of mine over the phone asked me a question when I considered to put this story on hiatus and I figured that I may never return back to this story. If I do, which is unlikely, I'll change this chapter around and continue the story.

Anyway, thanks to Sueric (here and and Yfandes (on forums) for helping me with core parts of this chapter. Sueric, for the grammatical parts, and Yfandes for the advice on Japanese accents.

Temee: you bastard/bastard

Thank you and I hope you enjoyed reading this story and for the record, I do love recieving constructive criticisms, and if you think I'll flame you because you were trying to be helpful. Don't worry, I don't flame. I'll only bite who flames me. ) I have even better story in mind and it will be called 'Scream While You Can'. This story is where Severus is Harry's biological father. Though, there's one major twist that's different from all the stories I've read and I hope you're looking forward to them.

Prongs Rini