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Previously, at Hogwarts:

"No! NO! NOOOOOooooo!"

Every living and dead being in Hogwarts jumped out of their skin when they heard the scream that echoed through the massive castle.

"What the heck was that!?" was one of the many questions asked after the scream died out.

"That-that sounded like-like Dumbledore, right?"

"I think so, yeah."

"Should we...go check it out?"

"Probably?"

Or so various conversations went. So, the denizens of Hogwarts began to follow the screams, but when they found the source, they all paused, unsure what to do.

"This-this is his room," whispered a Gryffindor.

"Is-is the door unlocked?" asked a Hufflepuff worriedly.

"It has to be," said a Ravenclaw. "Why else would Dumbledore be in there?"

"We should just make a professor check," said a Slytherin.

"I'll do it."

The crowd parted as Harry approached, Professor Bright following half a pace behind him. Glances were exchanged, but no one protested.

If Harry wanted to be stupid enough to open the door to Trevor's Room, that was his problem. Frankly, he probably had a better chance at surviving than the rest of them, considering how many times he'd survived attacks from Voldemort.

Yeah, better Harry than the rest of them, they decided.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Harry?" asked a worried-looking Hermione as Harry reached for the doorknob.

"Probably not," said Harry with a shrug.

"You're going to do it anyway, aren't you?"

"Yep."

Hermione sighed, but nodded, even as she bit her lip. They were acting, of course, her and Harry. They knew exactly what was going on. Hermione knew all about Harry and Marvolo's plan, but that didn't mean she wasn't genuinely nervous about seeing Trevor. Even Harry's hand was trembling, and this was his plan!

Slowly, Harry turned the knob. He knew Marvolo and Dobby had already removed the spells they'd placed on the door, so a twist of his wrist was all it took to open it.

There was a collective inhale as the door slowly swung open, a deafening silence descending upon the crowd when they saw what lay inside the small room.

The first thing they all saw was Trevor. Looking nice and fat, he sat just shy of the centre of the room, croaking happily. The crowd paled at the horrific sight. And behind Trevor, they found the Headmaster. Or rather, what remained of him.

Dumbledore's garish robes were sprawled across the stone floor, his half-moon spectacles next to them, upside down and cracked. And strewn on top of the robes and glasses were bits of Dumbledore's white hair and beard. Dumbledore himself was nowhere to be found.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was dead.

No one knew what to say. No one knew how to react. They stood in silence, staring into the room from over and under one another's heads and arms. It was an odd, unpleasant situation, but at the same time, they couldn't really say it was all bad. Dumbledore was dead, sure, but with all the nasty allegations against him, maybe this was for the best. Or so some whispers were beginning to say.

Professor Bright, on the other hand, laughed. "Now I can finally stop with this boring charade." Heads turned to him, and everyone watched in surprise as, with a casual flick of his wrist, the professor's appearance began to change. When the change was completed, they found themselves looking at a tall, pale-skinned, dark-haired, red-eyed man.

"Surprise!" said Harry dryly. "Professor Bright was Lord Voldemort all along. And yes, Dumbledore knew about it, before you ask."

Quite a few students fainted.

"All-all along?" asked a frightened Hufflepuff.

"Yep."

"And-and Dumbledore really knew?" questioned a surprised Ravenclaw.

"Uh-huh."

A few more students fainted. Two professors did as well.

"Wait!" called a confused Slytherin. "Aren't you and Professor Bright dating though?"

"Yeah."

"But-but you just said he's the Dark Lord."

"And?"

"You're dating the Dark Lord!?"

Harry looked over at Marvolo. "Are we dating?"

"For a lack of better words, I suppose we are," said Marvolo with a careless shrug.

Harry turned back to the Slytherin who'd previously spoken. "There you have it."

Half of the students gathered in the crowd had fainted by this point, Ron and Ginny included, but they were going ignored, everyone else too caught up in their disbelief over the entire situation.

"Was any of it true?" asked a surprisingly serious Gryffindor. He looked at Marvolo almost fearlessly, the tremble in his hands the only visible proof of his fear. "The stuff Dumbledore was accused of, I mean. Were those lies so you could get rid of him, or..." he trailed off hesitantly.

"It was true," said Marvolo, "and I am sure there are more than a few students in this crowd who can attest to the lack of care Dumbledore gave to students suffering from abuse. Harry was only one of them, but he was not the first by any stretch, and nor would he have been the last had no one taken action against Dumbledore."

Silence descended upon the crowd again, but it only lasted a moment before whispers once more broke out. People looked at Dumbledore's remains, at Trevor, at Marvolo, at Harry, and then at one another.

If Voldemort was telling the truth, and since Harry wasn't saying anything, it seemed like he was, then wasn't it true that Dumbledore deserved to be punished? Maybe not by death, they couldn't condone that, but it was Dumbledore who'd gotten himself killed in the end. Dumbledore was the one who'd been dumb enough to wander into Trevor's Room, after all.

But it was over, they realized. Maybe it just hadn't hit them yet, but it was over. Dumbledore's long reign as Headmaster of Hogwarts had come to an end, which was probably a relief to the students whose abuse he'd been ignoring, but what exactly did that mean for the rest of them?

"Are you going to kill us?" It was a surprisingly brave first year Hufflepuff who asked the question, her wide brown eyes fixed on Marvolo.

He smiled as charmingly as always, and another handful of students swooned and fainted. "Why would I do that?" he said. "You are students who are here to learn. I have no reason to harm any of you. I declare myself as Headmaster, naturally, but I will also continue teaching Defence. You will see very little difference aside from a few positive changes in the curriculum. Any questions?"

There were questions, dozens of them, maybe even hundreds, but no one was brave enough to voice any of them. The smiling man before them was attractive and charming, but he was still the Dark Lord Voldemort.

"Well, congratulations, I guess," said Harry breaking the silence that had again fallen. "You took over both the Ministry and Hogwarts in the same year. Pretty amazing, really. Or maybe not, considering the Ministry's trash anyway."

"Thank you, Harry." Marvolo smiled again, just slightly this time. "So, what will you give me as a gift?"

Harry blinked. "Gift?"

"Yes. Is it not customary to offer a congratulatory gift?"

A shiver of dread danced down Harry's spine. "W-well, yeah, but what do you even want?"

"I seem to recall hearing some chatter about you gifting me with a virgin sacrifice for my birthday," said Marvolo. "You ultimately chose to give me this wonderful body back instead, but..."

"I never said anything like that!" Harry exclaimed, shooting a glare at Hermione. He already knew she was the one who'd blabbed. She only smiled at him in return. "So, that's what you want?" he asked Marvolo. "A virgin sacrifice? Where do you even expect me to find-"

"I'd say he's already looking at the perfect one," Hermione interjected.

"Yes," said Marvolo. "I agree."

Harry was blind, that was for sure, but even he wasn't so blind that he couldn't tell Marvolo's eyes were locked on him. He felt himself blush. "U-uh, well, er-"

"Is that a no, then?"

"W-well, I'm-I'm not saying no, exactly, just-" Harry blushed even harder.

"Oh, just let him pop your cherry already!" said Hermione, shoving Harry into Marvolo.

Harry's blush deepened again, if that was even possible. "Hermione!" he half whined, but the firm chest his hands were resting on distracted him quickly. He looked up hesitantly, and above him, Marvolo raised a brow, even as his arms circled him.

"Will you give yourself to me as a gift?" Marvolo asked quietly, this time his words only for Harry's ears.

Harry hesitated. The arms around him felt nice. The chest under his hands felt even nicer. And the eyes... The eyes that had once looked at him with so much hatred were now filled with an emotion that surprised him to see.

And it was that look that made Harry relax. It was that look that made him realize that everything was over. It was that look that made him realize that things were finally going to change for the better.

"Yes," he whispered, the word barely audible.

Marvolo smiled again, but he didn't say anything more. Instead, he cupped Harry's chin, tilted his head back, and kissed him gently. It was a sweet, chaste kiss, completely at odds with the chaos from this past year, but Harry melted into it.

Marvolo led Harry away after that, and with nothing else to see, the crowd began to make their way to the Great Hall. It was getting close to dinner time, and if they didn't get to the hall in time, the house elves were sure to protest again, and no one wanted that.

Hermione laughed gleefully as she, Neville, and Luna dragged the unconscious Ron and Ginny with them. The scent of bacon would be more than enough to wake them again.

Sirius, meanwhile, was running away with his hands over his ears as McGonagall regaled the other professors with tales about all of the times she'd found Sirius in compromising positions throughout the castle back when he'd been a student.

Everything seemed so normal. It was almost as if nothing had gone wrong at all. But normalcy was a good thing, everyone decided. Or as normal as the Dark Lord being the new Headmaster could be, at any rate.

But maybe that wasn't true. Maybe Voldemort wasn't actually the Headmaster. Whoever killed the previous Headmaster or Headmistress got to be the new one, after all, and they all knew Voldemort wasn't the one who'd killed Dumbledore.

No, no matter what Voldemort said, everyone knew the real Headmaster of Hogwarts was the fiend known only as Trevor the Toad. And there was no killing Trevor. Trevor was eternal.

Everything had gone exactly as Neville had planned.

FIN

And we're done! After eight years, we're finally finished! It's been a long ride. I'm sure I've left some plot holes, but it's been eight years, and I'm happy with how the fic went, so meh. I was thinking about ending with a smut scene-a real one, rather than a dream one, but I honestly don't think it would've fit well.

You might also be surprised to hear that every single word was written while I was stone-cold sober, despite how it may have seemed. You can thank my crappy mental health for the chaos of this fic.

Thank you all so much for all the support and kindness, and for keeping up with this even though my updates were slow in the latter half. And for the final time, looking forward to reviews! Laterz!