Disclaimer: Don't own any of this except for the whole.. demon thing. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

AN: Here is the last chapter + epilogue. I apologize if it is not up to par with the rest of my story. I wanted to put out gold and I think I am giving my readers bronze. I don't think I can do any better at this point, the story just... ran away from me and I did my best to bring it back. Either way, here it is. I hope you enjoy what I have written regardless.

Chapter 19: Winners and Losers

Harry had to return to Hogwarts to participate in the ending ceremony as per the contract. When he got there he was almost mobbed by the press, well-wishers, and of course the esteemed Headmaster. He was escorted, almost tugged, to the front of the great hall. He was put right next to the golden pedestal that the headmaster made announcements from, Minister Fudge smiling brightly.

"And we have our winner, none other than the boy-who-lived himself, Harry Potter!" He applauded and smiled brightly, press taking pictures and the rest of the school applauding, though halfheartedly. Harry rose a hand to quiet the applause and Fudge grinned. "Ah! Speech! Wonderful my boy, wonderful!" He moved to the side and then Harry cleared his throat.

"Cedric, would you join me up here?" The 7th year Hufflepuff was surprised, but he did as he was asked. "Minister Fudge, you are incorrect." He grasped Cedric's hand and raised it. "We are the champions, of the Tri-Wizard Tournament! We both grasped the cup, we both won." He grinned and nodded at the press then Cedric, who had a large smile on his face for the comradery of the 4th year Ravenclaw. The Minister blustered a bit but then nodded, smiling and going along with it as if it was his idea all along. Harry whispered something to Cedric that had him laughing before he nodded and went off to sit down. Harry cleared his throat and looked around, smiling before he got behind that golden pedestal.

"Thank you, Minister, for bringing all the members of the press to this magnificent event. I accept humbly a co-win for the Tournament, and thank Cedric for being such a damned good sport about it." He got a nod from the other male and then went on. "I wish, at this time, to thank everyone who helped me get here today: my wonderful friends, my supportive family, and my beautiful girlfriend." There was scattered applause and he smiled at her as he saw her blushing. "It made my last year at Hogwarts... interesting."

Harry paused as the hall was silent before chaos erupted. He was shouted at, the questions from the press, some of the less than close friends, and of course professors were fired at him left, right and center. Fudge was confused, and Dumbledore was pale at the implications. He came up to Harry and whispered slight apprehension in his tone.

"Harry... My boy, what are you saying?" He flinched just lightly as he got the glare for calling Harry what he hated being called.

"Oh, it's quite simple, headmaster. With this tournament done, the contract fulfilled... I am out of here. Don't you remember, sir? My father is tired of the things I get into here; last year was barely a reprieve. He almost lost me twice this year, he is not about to take that chance again." He grinned at Dumbledore turning a few different shades between green and white. He stuttered a few nonsensical things before he went off to the side to have a rather one sided argument with his Deputy Headmistress. Harry turned the press and raised a hand, grinning and pointing to a reporter.

"Yes?" He asked a smile on his face.

"Angela Kolinsky, Bulgaria Speaks: where will you go now that you are leaving Hogwarts?" Harry thought for a moment before he shrugged.

"That's up to my father, but I am partial to Canada and Japan." He pointed to another.

"Oscar Girard, French Magical Times; any plans on what you are going to do after schooling?" Harry chuckled softly and shook his head.

"I'm 14, I barely know what's going on this summer." He pointed to another, frowning when he saw who it was.

"Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet; will your girlfriend be joining you?" He hummed and looked at Hermione, most of the press did and she shrugged. He knew she was, but he didn't want her pestered.

"She is undecided, either way we'll keep in contact." He winked at her and then he was about to answer another question when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He smiled at his father before the crowd was silenced.

"My son has fulfilled his duty to compete, and will simply finish his exams before continuing in another educational establishment of his choosing. That is all, thank you." He then escorted his son to the headmasters office, apparently there was something of grave importance that needed to be discussed.

When they arrived at the gargoyle it leaped aside and let them in, and when they entered the office it was to the arguing of two of the four heads of house, the headmaster, and the Minister. The Minister noticed them first and hobbled his way over, his green bowler hat being wrung in his hands.

"Ah! Mr. Diablos, please… sit. Sit. We were... just discussing you, yes." He gestured to the waiting chair and shuddered as the elder Diablos waved a hand to duplicate the chair and sat next to his son.

"My apologies, Lord Diablos. Now, as I was saying to Dumbledore, I am sure there... is something we can do to keep you from leaving Hogwarts, right?" He grinned softly, sweating as well. He did not want to be the Minister that was partially responsible for the Boy-Who-Lived leaving Hogwarts. That was… just bad publicity. The public would tear him apart.

"I am afraid the decision is not my son's to make, but my own. Mr. Dumbledore has failed to present a safe learning environment for my son, so he will be leaving." He looked at Dumbledore and spoke before the old codger could open his mouth.

"As I am his guardian in both worlds, the decision I make is final." He shrugged and grinned softly, moving his gaze to the shorter man before dropping the metaphorical equivalent of a nice little punch in the gut. "Nothing short of... say Mr. Dumbledore being removed as Headmaster would make me reconsider." He looked at the old man again, eyes locking with his with a barely hidden anger behind them.

"Would… would that be all?" The minister whispered, more to himself. He then stroked his chin lightly. "I... I will think about it. Yes. Now, if you will excuse me, I must speak with Amelia for some things." He nodded and then exited through the floo with his two Auror bodyguards. Scorch grinned and looked at the lightly gaping headmaster, then leaned back in his chair. The old wizard composed himself and took a deep breath.

"Lord Diablos... I am afraid I just cannot let you take your son from this establishment. You see... there is something of great importance that he simply cannot run away from." Harry bristled, as if he was being called a coward, but a hand on his shoulder calmed him.

"And what is this, something, Mr. Dumbledore?" Dumbledore bristled himself, but let it slide.

"There is a Prophecy. It states that only your son can defeat the dark lord. He must stay here, safe, to be trained for this." He spoke with that grandfatherly tone and twinkles to his eyes. "As the lord of the Light, I must be the one to train him." He nodded and smiled, Scorch speaking shortly after he finished.

"You mean the dark lord currently within the pit of Anguish? I do not believe he will be a problem. However, since I am sure you would like proof." He looked off to the side, eyes turning a coal black before returning to their normal hue. Shortly after this a wisp of lavender and red smoke appeared and coalesced into the beautiful woman that was his sister.

"What is it, brother? I was in the process of tying Riddle up to the rack." He chuckled and then pointed to Dumbledore, who was momentarily silenced before speaking.

"You have the spirit of Tom Riddle in your grasp?" He asked, almost incredulously. Camilla laughed, and while it was musical and beautiful, it also held the demonic edge that showcased just how dangerous she was.

"Spirit? No, you sweet deluded old man. I have his soul... every last piece of it." She growled softly. "You mortals and your belief that you can split your soul and not have any consequences. It actually makes it so much more appealing for demons and the like to find." She smirked softly and then looked to her brother. "Is that all, Scorch?" He nodded and then gave her hand a kiss, causing her to giggle and swat at him before she was gone just as she came.

"Was that all, Headmaster?" Dumbledore slumped in his seat, sighing softly.

"The prophecy... I was convinced Tom was unbeatable aside from Harry here." Harry scoffed and mumbled something to himself in demonic, which got partially chastised by his father before Scorch spoke again.

"The exams will be taken, and my son will be finished with Hogwarts." He gave Harry a glance and the boy nodded, leaving in a burst of flame before Dumbledore found himself staring at a slightly agitated demon lord.

"I gave you several chances, Albus, and you squandered them all. This is no-one's fault but your own, in the end. Think of that for the rest of your days. Hope in the next week we do not meet again." He nodded to the other two silent adults before he left just as his son had.

~Epilogue~

The exams for fourth year were not as easy as the year before, but they were not exceedingly difficult. The summer was indeed fun as he had known it would be. No need to worry about going back to a school that might have any weird beasts, or stupid magical contracts. Instead he applied, and was accepted, to the Canadian Institute for Magic and Sorcery. He was not alone, though, as Hermione was also accepted after an application.

The Canadian Institute went up to age 21, so they had six more years of education. It mixed both mundane and magical studies, so they would not be stunted should they wish to enter the mundane world for their life after schooling. It was on Hermione's 21st birthday, at a nice dinner off school grounds, where Harry proposed to his girlfriend of 8 years. The tearful and almost screamed yes caught Harry off guard, but it was a welcome thing. They married shortly after their graduation from C.I.M.S, a short, small ceremony with only their closest friends and family.

To Harry's surprise, on His 21st birthday, he was gifted with a small black dog, streaked with red and orange that looked up at him with familiar eyes. He would deny it to the end of his days, but he shed a few tears at being reunited with his faithful hound. Their bond was quick to re-establish, and the hound was even quicker to grow once it returned to its former master.

Harry and Hermione spent almost a month on a Honeymoon touring one of the many systems that was under the Demon lords control. Hermione was ecstatic to see so many different worlds aside from the two she knew, and was the main reason for extending the honeymoon for so long. They returned and were quickly integrated into the company belonging to the elder Diablos, both in their preferred roles.

Hermione went on to be one of the top researchers for D. Corp, and Harry went on to join Sally at his father's side. Harry would be there until he could take over for his father, when the elder Diablos decided to retire, but they were in no rush.

Harry smiled to himself in his late 30's, sitting at the head of a large table in his manor. He blinked with a gentle chuckle before reaching over to scratch his dog behind the ears. He took a quick glance around and let out a content sigh, he remembered this sight. He had seen it many years prior as a reflection in the mirror of Erised. He knew if he saw the mirror now, it would just show his smiling face at him. It was just what he desired, and he had it now. Life was good.

AN: And that wraps up my story. It took me long enough, eh? I apologize for any lack of quality of my last two chapters, but I had to get them out before I just... abandoned the story. As I said in my previous chapter, more than likely anything else I write will be either one shots, or just a few chapters, at best. I thank all who read, reviewed, stuck with me this long, and overall enjoyed. Till my next piece, toodles!