Sorry for taking so long with this. Other stories, life, and a major writer's block happened. Its not how I originally visioned it, but it's pretty close. Thanks for the reviews, and please review again. I hope you like this chapter.

"Harry Potter's Anger, Pain, And Revenge"

Chapter 10"Life And Death"

Harry, Hermione and Jimmy made it to King's Cross with just moments to spare. The rest of the Marauder's were anxiously awaiting their arrival. All of the parents seemed relieved that Harry was finally there. They knew their children would be as safe as possible with the Marauder's watching out for them.

When they went through the magical wall to platform 9 and ¾, the conversation and noise stopped so quickly that Harry almost thought he had gone deaf. He had expected something like this. No more death eaters could be found. No one even considering joining Voldemort. In fact, no more dark wizard activity of any kind.

Harry sighed heavily. He hadn't said a word during the trip to King's Cross. He'd been lost in thought the whole time, thinking about what happened at the Dursley's He mulled over the summer's activities to figure out where he was headed. He didn't really regret what he did to Vernon, the man had it coming. Not to mention, he wasn't seriously hurt. He knew in the split second that his reflexes pulled out the dagger that Vernon would be hurt, but not gravely injured, so he let himself go.

Harry also had been thinking of making some kind of speech to everyone. He was on more of a pedestal now than ever before. Once Voldemort was gone, Harry most definitely wanted to lose the fame, especially now that he had Jimmy to look after. He once thought of professional quidditch, but that really didn't sound like the life he wanted either. Maybe just a quiet life away from people, maybe teach at Hogwart's, DADA, of course. The future was his to make if he could get rid of Voldemort.

Everyone was staring at him, waiting for him to say something. No time like the present, he thought and sighed again. He pointed his wand at his throat and said, "Sonorous," magically amplifying his voice.

"Everyone, I want to update you on my efforts to rid us permanently of Voldemort." Harry paused in frustration at the expected gasp that came from everyone except The Marauders. "People, you have to stop doing that. I don't mind playing the hero, but you have it within you to help stop him. Albus Dumbledore said fear of a name only increases a fear of the thing itself. Therein lies much of Voldemort's power."

"You think so do you?" came a familiar high pitched voice from the back of the crowd.

At once everyone parted and started to scatter as Harry screamed out, his voice still amplified. "Marauders and Aurors protect the people, he's MINE!"

At once the Marauders and the few Aurors that were there had the everyone covered and protected, giving Harry and Voldemort a wide birth on the platform as the smoke from the Hogwart's Express wafted lazily into the sky. People were hiding behind carts and dustbins, under the train and behind their Marauding protectors, but their curiosity of what was to happen kept them watching.

Harry muttered a quick 'quietus' to return his voice to normal. The only sound heard as Harry looked around at the cowering but curious people was the slow chug chug of the idling steam engine.

Harry felt his anger boiling up again but a quick glance to Jimmy hiding behind Hermione let him gain control of it, to use it as fuel to fight, rather than blind him to the fight.

"Tom, why did you choose here and now when you have no more deatheaters to cower behind?" Harry taunted. Voldemort just smirked as Harry continued. "I know you have little power now. I know you were feeding off the power of the deatheaters. Feeding off the fear of these innocent people."

The smirk wavered for a moment but returned with earnest. "Yes, that is true to some extent, but we both know that I still have other powers, not to mention that I am immortal."

Harry chuckled out loud, bringing a frown to Voldemort's face. "Yes, we all know that you took steps to keep yourself alive. I did as well. Even the killing curse can't hurt either of us now."

Harry walked slowly towards the scowling Voldemort. "I know that spells and hexes won't hurt you. You probably know that they won't affect me either, if you don't then you're not as bright as these people give you credit." Then in a swift thought, the knife from his boot flew out and struck Voldemort in the leg. Harry brought his hand up and twisted, the knife following suit. Harry then gave a slight nod and the knife returned to its sheath.

It happened so fast that it was over before Voldemort cried out and clutched his leg. He whispered a healing charm as he rubbed the wound.

"You see? He is just HUMAN people," Harry said loudly, muttering a quick summoning charm while his voice echoed around the platform.

"You'll pay for that one, Potter," Voldemort said as he stood up on the freshly healed leg.

"I doubt it," Harry said forcefully. "We may both have been raised by muggles, but I think I just might know more about muggle fighting AND KILLING than you, you hypocritical half-blood piece of shite!"

Harry strode toward Voldemort casually, trying to think of a way to stop him.

Voldemort was lost control for a moment before speaking. "Perhaps, but I still can hurt you, by hurting your friends."

"Daddy," Jimmy yelled as he was hoisted into the air by a levitation spell.

"I've got your brat, Potter," came a voice Harry knew too well.

Harry turned to see the insane eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange. "Let him go safely and I promise to make your death quick," Harry spat as Voldemort let out a shrill laugh.

Harry dodged back and forth as Bella cast explosive curses at him, apparently aiming to maim and not kill. Harry suddenly found the sword of Gryffindor in his hands, so he dove toward the bitch. She stepped back as Harry swiped at her neck.

"You missed me, love. Now what..." she trailed off in horror as she realised that Harry had not missed.

"Don't worry Bella," Harry smirked. "I left you a flap of skin so Sir Nicholas can have a friend."

She dropped Jimmy quickly then levitated and threw a steel beam at Harry. He wasn't quick enough and it caught him in the back and pinned him down. The dust in the air was causing more than a little confusion, as Voldemort himself had been adding to it.

"How do you like this, Potter? Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort said.

The whole thing from Bella's appearance to Harry being trapped by the beam had lasted about thirty seconds. But time seemed to slow even further for Harry as he saw the killing curse zoom toward Jimmy. He saw Hermione running for Jimmy, and he pulled his magic together and sent a shield at him, but, too little, too late. The spell hit the boy as he lay on the ground, injured from the fall, unable to move.

Harry tried to feel rage, but his heart was breaking too much. The feelings when Sirius fell into the veil came flooding back. His anger poked through his sorrow enough for him to get the beam off and get up.

"You're dead, Tom. Right now," Harry said, his voice as cold as ice, but sorrow in his eyes.

Voldemort began flinging curses at Harry, who simply walked toward Voldemort. No one could see what was happening as the dust was kicked up once more. They were all too shocked to move, their love and sorrow pouring out of their hearts towards Harry. They could hear the sounds of the curses being flung, and they could see flashes through the dust, but nothing else.

Finally they heard a scream like a banshee and then silence. They all waited with baited breath, unable to move, as the dust settled. They all reeled back in horror at the site before them. Harry was lying on the ground, Voldemort standing over him triumphantly.

Shall I end it here?

HA HA, no I won't.

It soon became clear the what they though was a look of triumph on Voldemort's face was actually a look of terror. As he stood there trembling slightly, his skin began to darken, taking on the color of oil,

as his flesh burned and seared from the inside out. His body seemed to turn to ash then and crumble away to nothing.

Harry then woke up and stumbled to his feet. "He's gone for good, now. Dead," Harry told everyone, without needing to amplify his voice in the dead silence that surrounded him. "Your love and sorrow did it. I could feel it. I channeled it through my scar link to Voldemort. It was like an acid, eating him from the inside out. I could feel that too."

Hermione approached Harry. "I'm so sorry about Jimmy. I tried to get to him."

"It's okay Hermione. Really," Harry said and walked over to the small lifeless form. "Ennervate," Harry said.

Jimmy's eyes blinked and he slowly sat up and looked at Harry. "He's gone?"

"He is," Harry said and gathered Jimmy up into his arms and turned to a shocked Hermione and crowd that was gathering around. "I heard Jimmy in my head. He was protected by the same potion that protects me from curses. Turns out we're bonded to each other, and his love was the final nail in Voldemort's coffin."

Everyone was shocked and relieved and a dozen more emotions about the events of the day. Once the Wizengamot showed up, it was finally decided that a celebration would be held on the Hogwart's grounds as well as the nearby Hogsmeade. The students scrambled aboard the train shortly and headed towards Hogsmeade station at a slightly accelerated rate to make up for the time lost. In fact, they arrived about an hour earlier than they would have.

Harry and the Marauders remained behind to finish their statements to the Ministry officials. Harry would receive Order of Merlin, 1st class, and the others would get 2nd class. Oddly enough, people, including the reporters, left them alone after a bit, of course, most had seen with their own eyes anyway. The weight of the world had left everyone's shoulders and they just didn't care much to gossip.

Harry, Jimmy, Hermione, and Ron were given a special coach to take them to Hogwart's. Harry felt so relieved that it was finally over, that he didn't know what to think, he just stared out the window.

"You alright, Harry?" Hermione finally broke the silence.

"It seems so surreal, right now. I'm starting to regret how much compulsion I've used. I don't even know if I stopped using it. I really can't tell," Harry responded sadly.

Hermione, ever the brainy one, had the answer. "You haven't used it since the trial, Harry. I was afraid for you, becoming another dark lord, so I looked up a charm to gage how much you would use that."

Harry looked at her and didn't know if he should be hurt and insulted or not.

She grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Harry, I'm sorry. But after that, you didn't use it at all. You're still the good person you always were. That's what everyone responded to."

"Thanks for watching my back, 'Mione," Harry said and hugged her.

They were greeted by a grinning Dumbledore when they reached the castle.

"I knew you had it in you, Harry," Dumbledore said as he gave Harry a hug. "I'm not crazy about that compulsion you used to get rid of me, it didn't really wear off until this morning, but it turned out for the best. And I've enjoyed my free time."

"Sorry, sir. I guess I really didn't know my own strength."

"It's okay Harry, and you can now call me Albus, as I'm not a headmaster or teacher. I'm retired and I plan on continuing to enjoy it."

Classes were canceled for the entire week and the party was still going strong the next day. Harry was up on the astronomy tower looking out over the grounds. He felt so at peace as he watched the party going on down below. Sounds from Hogsmeade could be heard in the distance. He sighed every so often as he thought about nothing in particular. If only Sirius was here, things would be perfect, Harry finally thought to himself.

Harry decided to track down Remus and make sure he wasn't spoiling Jimmy, that was his job, after all, when Hermione nearly bowled him over.

"I've found it, Harry, I've found it," she rambled on and on.

"What?" Harry said, exasperated.

"I found the obscure ritual to free Sirius from the veil!" Hermione managed to scream out.

"WHAT?" Harry screamed back as Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him along.

Two hours later found Harry standing near the veil. Five powerful witches or wizards were needed to do this just right. Along with Harry was Dumbledore, McGonagall, Remus, and yes, Snape. Hermione was to direct how the ritual went. Each said his or her part according to the five elements, and poured their magic forth into the veil.

"Sirius Black, return from the Veil Of Deccesus, as we will it, so mote it be," they all said in unison.

The tattered black curtain the hung from the archway that made up the veil, suddenly ceased it motion and began to glow a sickly green color. Then, as if time was running in reverse, Sirius appeared, feet first, followed by the rest of him falling up out of the veil. He teetered for a moment on unsteady legs before falling forward to his knees, coughing and sputtering. The curtain returned to its normal state of fluttering as if just touched.

Harry and Remus quickly ran to him and hugged him. He didn't really have a sense of time in there, he just knew it had been a while. Within a week, Sirius was all caught up with what had happened, and he was almost over being flabbergasted.

Harry stayed in school, and looked after Jimmy, making sure that he wouldn't follow in Riddle's footsteps. Remus took the no longer cursed job of DADA, while Sirius had a large new house built for them in Godric's Hollow. Upon graduation from Hogwart's, Harry decided against becoming an auror, instead taking up the permanent position of DADA teacher.

They all lived happily ever after, well accept for the pranking of Fred and George, and their spoiled, delinquent, future replacement, Jimmy. Poor Harry.

THE END