Black is Our World

'Cause You Know We'll Make it Through

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You're not alone
Together we stand
I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand
When it gets cold
And it feels like the end
There's no place to go
You know I won't give in
No I won't give in

Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

So far away
I wish you were here
Before it's too late, this could all disappear
Before the doors close
And it comes to an end
With you by my side I will fight and defend,
I'll fight and defend
Yeah, yeah!

Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

--Keep Holding On; Avril Lavigne

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The whole room was deafeningly silent as the figure finished speaking. Even Voldemort appeared stunned.

The figured laughed, a green glow lighting along his body and giving him an almost ghostly appearance as he looked at Voldemort and Lucius. "What, nothing to say? How about 'welcome back?'"

Neville reached out his broken hand, tentatively bumping it against the figure and breath catching in his throat when he actually made contact. "H-Harry?" he whispered.

Harry Potter turned slightly and gave his friend a smile, eyes radiating warmth and courage. "It's good to see you, Neville."

"What is the meaning of this?" hissed Voldemort, his voice finally returned to him. He stood up, flat nostrils flared. "How are you alive?"

"I'm not," Harry said simply, glaring at the dark wizard. "I'm just here to help finish this battle."

The once boy-who-lived walked away from Neville, green cloud still swirling around his legs. He paused next to Bill and placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Thank you for looking after Hermione."

"No… no problem," Bill said, staring at Harry like he would disappear if he blinked. Harry continued his trek on stage, bending down next to Lavender, whose lifeless eyes still gazed beyond him.

"Hey Lav," he said softly, placing a hand on top of her head. At once the girl gasped, brown eyes filling with color once more as she blinked at him.

"Harry?"

"You're going to be okay," he said, running a hand through her hair. "I know it. You're a Gryffindor, right?" As he stood, a shimmering green light encased the girl and when it cleared a pure white dress covered her. "That better?"

She could only nod as she slowly sat up.

Harry gave her one last smile before kneeling next to Blaise. "Thank you for helping all of them."

"Just give the damn-snake bastard a punch from me and we'll call it even, okay?" Blaise said, smirk on his face despite the obvious pain he was in.

Harry grinned. "Deal."

Still unhindered, Voldemort seemed to realize that there was nothing that Harry was going to do at the moment, and he always liked a challenge so he saw no reason to stop this, Harry made his way to the line of prisoners, waving a hand and watching happily as a green glow enveloped them all for a moment.. "Hi, Professor, wotcher Tonks?" he greeted the werewolf and auror, chained next to each other.

"Harry," Tonks said softly, her hair slowly changing from black to purple, then blinking in surprise. She could speak again? Harry had somehow lifted the silencing charm.

"Good to see you, Harry," Lupin said, tears misting in his eyes.

"Good to be back."

Luna was next, and she gazed up at Harry with absolute adoration. "I knew you'd still help," she said, cocking her head in that pose she'd always done back in school. Harry swore he could almost see radish earrings.

"And I knew I'd always see you again," he grinned, reaching out and ruffling her hair.

The next person words weren't even necessary. Harry dropped to his knees and enveloped his best friend in a hug, burying his face in her hair.

"I missed you," she whispered, tears choking her words. "Oh, Harry…"

"I missed you too," he said, voice muffled. "God, Hermione, I missed you so much. I'm so sorry I left. I'm sorry I'll have to leave again."

"It's okay," she said, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him tight. "I understand. Just seeing you now is more than I could ask for."

"I love you," he said, squeezing her once more before starting to pull away. "And for the record, I approve of him."

Hermione grinned at that."Love you too," she whispered, relinquishing her hold as Harry stepped in front of Draco, who gazed back at him with calm silver eyes.

"Thank you for watching out for Hermione," he said. "You were there for her when I couldn't be."

"And she was there for me," he said, "and now you're here for us. Full circle, right Potter?"

"Harry," he corrected. "Thank you, Draco. For everything you've done."

"Then thank you, Harry, for what you're going to do."

Harry just smiled and stepped down to stand in front of Hannah, who gave him a wide smile. "Perfect timing, Harry," she said, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Thank you."

He grinned. "Thanks for keeping everyone together, Hannah. I know you're the best at that."

She smiled at him through her tears. "Hufflepuff till the end."

Pansy was next and she just smiled. "Good to see you, Harry."

"You too… as odd as that sounds." Both laughed for a second before Harry quickly sobered. "Thanks for watching over Ginny… you don't know how much that means to me."

"I have a good idea," she said, smile tugging at her face.

Harry stepped up to Fred next, the boy's eyes alive again and filled with the hope that had always shone there. "How's George doing up there?" he asked, voice choked.

"Worrying about you and everyone else," Harry said, bending down and giving the twin a quick hug. "I promise all of us are all right… that's all I'm allowed to say though."

Fred gave a shaky smile. "That's enough for me. Just tell him that I miss him and thank you… and give everyone my love, okay?"

"I'd already planned to."

Dean was next and the black boy gave him a full mega-watt smile. "Hope you don't mind we borrowed your invisibility cloak, Harry."

"You're welcome to keep it when all this is over," Harry said. And then, "So you and Luna, huh? I'm really happy for both of you."

Dean blushed. "Thanks, Harry. Now go kick some Voldemort butt, okay?"

Ginny was last in the line and by the time he reached her her eyes were flooded with tears, eyes shining. "Harry," she whispered, longing to throw her arms around him but the rope binding her wrists stopped her. "Harry…"

"Hey Gin," he whispered back, kneeling down and enveloping her in a tight embrace. "You doing all right?"

"I've been better," she said, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder.

"I have to tell you something important," he said after a second. She looked up at him expectantly. "I love you, Ginny Weasley. And I always will."

"I love you too," she said, light blush on her cheeks. "Do you know how long I've wanted to say that?" she laughed lightly.

Harry leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I've always wanted to hear it," he said, breathing lightly against her ear. "But Gin, promise me something, all right? Promise me that you'll find someone else that will make you happy. I don't want you to be alone."

"Harry…"

"Promise, Gin?"

She sniffled, and then nodded. "Promise."

He gave her another soft kiss on the cheek and then stood, heading back towards Neville. By now, Voldemort had grown impatient with the whole routine. "You're beginning to become an annoyance, Potter," he said, drawing his wand from his sleeve. "What do you intend to do here?"

"Like I said, I'm here to help finish you."

"Not if I kill you first." He brandished the wand, ruby eyes narrowed. "Avada Kedavra."

Several people screamed but Harry just stood there as the green bolt crashed into him… and then through him, striking a Death Eater in the crowd.

"I'm not really alive so you can't really kill me," he grinned. "Sorry to disappoint."

The Death Eaters down below were shifting somewhat nervously, eyeing the second person in the last few minutes that had survived a killing curse. They liked it best when they were torturing people and on top… this turn of events was anything but in their control.

Harry had by now reached Neville again and plucked Bellatrix's wand from the boy's fingertips. "You won't be needing that," he said, breaking it in two and tossing it onto the stage.

Neville stared at him, flabbergasted. "Harry, that was sort of my only line of defense."

"Someone light like you shouldn't be using something so dark," Harry said, reaching into his back pocket and yanking out his wand. "Try this instead. Trust me."

Neville reached tentatively out for the stick, shrouded in the green glow as Harry was, and seemed almost surprised when he found it in his hand.

Farther back on the stage, Hermione gave a soft gasp, more pieces of the prophecy falling into place. "A song of fire," she whispered. "A phoenix." And while there was no phoenix here, Harry's wand had the core of a phoenix, the missing component and the one wand that could stand on par with Voldemort.

Harry placed his hands on Neville's shoulder, looking the other boy square in the eye. "It's up to you now, Neville. You're going to be the hero."

"What am I supposed to do?" he whispered, clutching the wand. "Harry, I don't know what to do."

Harry just smiled. "I know you will. Trust yourself and trust our friends."

Harry's body started to glow a brighter green and then slowly started to dissolve in front of everyone's eyes. "Harry! Where are you going?"

"My time's up," he said, voice echoing. "Now it's up to you to save everyone. I know you can do it."

Harry disappeared in a final swirl of green smoke, but when it cleared the faint, but silver form of his Patronous Charm, the stag, hovered in front of Neville, shaking its antlered head.

"This has gone on long enough," Voldemort snarled, readying his wand at Neville. "Now this time die!"

Neville had no time to duck and his shaky legs were barely holding him up, as the group watched in horror again, the light collided with his chest. But Neville didn't fall. He took a few staggering steps backwards, but remained standing, eyes narrowed.

"The prophecy, my lord," Lucius said quickly, staring at Neville. "He must be the one it is speaking about."

Hermione's mind was racing, trying to put it all together. So if Neville was the chosen one, he would be aided by the First chosen, do something with a phoenix song, couldn't die, and would banish the dark. But how did he banish the dark? What was he supposed to do? He hadn't even heard the prophecy, there was no way he would be able to discover it just standing there. She needed to think.

Okay, so there was a part about the First's antlers glowing… that had to be the stag, and it was alongside a silver sickle. Sickle, sickle, what else did a sickle represent other than money? It was a farming tool, used for cutting. It was based on the shape of the curved blade that gave it that name, that half-moon shape. What else was that shape that could fly, as it talked about wings in the last few lines?

The word falco came suddenly to her mind—she'd been studying Latin so as to decipher a lot of the wizarding spells and work on creating a few of her own. Falco was Latin for Falcon and was derived from the word falx, meaning sickle. Falcons had sickle shaped wings. And the line as a saint to guide the spirit… Patron was Latin for saint. And almost all patronuses were animals… was it possible that Neville's was a falcon? Was that the answer?

"Neville!" she screamed, drawing his and everyone else's attention. "Use the Patronous Charm! Hurry!"

Voldemort glared in Hermione's direction. "Kill her," he instructed Lucius. "She has become a liability."

"Gladly," the blond haired man said, turning to face the line of prisoners. But the stag had other ideas and raced forward, going through Lucius and standing protectively in front of Hermione. Lucius had shuddered when the patronous touched him and had gone pale.

Neville meanwhile had decided to try out Hermione's advice… she was almost always right after all. "Expecto patronum," he said quietly, putting all of his energy into concentrating on a powerful happy memory – he chose the one of him receiving those final 1o points for Gryffindor as it was one of his proudest – and prayed that it would work. He had never once conjured one even with all of those DA practices back in fifth year, but if Hermione said he had to now, then he had to hope.

And in a blast of silver light, a silvery form erupted off the wand. Neville stared in fascination as a falcon flew high into the air and circling around the stage before coming float next to him, its sharp eyes focused on Voldemort. Hermione gasped happily, almost not believing what had just happened.

All of the Death Eaters seemed to be uncomfortable with the two patronous spirits, some shaking and looking sick to their stomachs. It was almost as if they were in some sort of pain, Hermione thought, looking at Lucius, who too seemed to be unsteady.

The stag's glow in front of her was a radiant silver, it was shining so bright her eyes hurt. But then, she realized she'd describe it as radiant. The prophecy had said something about radiance… that it would scatter the black. And realization slowly dawned on her, from Lavender's new white dress to the dark Death Eater robes, to the silvery patronous charms, to the dark aura around Voldemort. The patronuses would chase away the darkness… but they couldn't do it on their own. It said only with others they would not fail, and previously it had mentioned how with others "it" would shine.

This time though, Hermione didn't shout out her discovery. She turned to Luna and then to Draco, whispering her message for them all to concentrate on their patronuses. They all needed to help.

Voldemort was done sitting around though, and he stormed towards Neville, robe billowing behind him and wand raised. "If the killing curse won't finish you, then I'll just have to try something else," he snarled.

Neville's falcon let out a silent cry and dove forward, looping around Voldemort's head and through him. The Dark Lord did not stop as suddenly as Lucius had, but it was hard to miss his stiffening and sudden inhalation.

"Expelliarmus!"Neville shouted, taking advantage of Voldemort's momentary lapse and the evil man's wand flew through the air and landed in Neville's hand, although he winced as it pushed against his broken fingers.

And as Voldemort seemed to realize what happened and rushed forward, Neville snapped the wand in two, just like Harry had done to Bellatrix's. Voldemort continued to rush forward, pushing Neville to the ground and landing on top of him, wicked looking dagger pointed above the boy's neck.

"Let's see you survive this," he whispered, breath fanning over Neville's face and making the boy cringe.

"Or not," snarled a new voice as a dagger plunged into Voldemort's back.

The dark wizard gave a short hiss of pain and turned his attention from Neville to Bill, who was now defenseless since Marlin's dagger was stuck in Voldemort. Voldemort slowly rose, ruby eyes glimmering with hatred. Bill stared, wondering how on earth he was still alive… most people didn't get up and walk away with a knife in their back.

The screaming of several Death Eaters distracted the small group and they all looked up. Several silvery forms were floating around the room – Bill spotted for sure Hermione's otter, a hare, and … a giraffe? – and going through the Death Eater crowd. The stag was prancing around Lucius, joined by a wolf, which was snarling and sort of "biting" the man's leg. The screams were dying off, as the Death Eaters seemed to be dissolving as well, bodies turning to ash and falling to the floor.

The patronuses continued to ravage the Death Eater population, more and more shapes adding to the mix. Bill, having finally understood, concentrated on his own patronus and smiled when an alligator materialized by his side a minute later. Lavender was being helped to her feet by a silvery horse and a small beagle was running around Blaise, tail wagging and tongue lolling.

"What… exactly is going on?" Neville asked as his falcon took off to circle Voldemort once more, the man trying to bat it away with his hands.

"We found a prophecy and I think this is somehow all connected to it," Bill said, watching happily as his alligator slipped off the stage and started to cut through the Death Eaters, who by now were firing off spells at the creatures with no effect whatsoever. "Hermione will probably be able to explain when this is all over and done with."

The screams were growing more faint as more and more of the Death Eaters seemed to dissolve before their eyes, screaming for mercy. No one paid them any attention. The stag had left Lucius to go join Neville's falcon and the wolf was finishing off the older Malfoy, his skin turning more and more ashen.

All too quickly for the dark side, only Lucius and Voldemort were left, both breathing heavily and panic overtaking Lucius' features. The alligator had come back up on the stage and was gnawing off the chains that held the prisoners down before waddling back to Bill's side.

Draco stood slowly as his wolf bounded over, rubbing up against his legs and wagging its huge tail. All of the prisoners grouped together, loyal patronuses by their side. Hannah immediately raced towards Lavender once she was free, offering the girl a shoulder to lean on as the group of humans and spirits encircled Voldemort and Lucius.

"This is where it ends," Neville said, voice strong and his falcon perched on his outstretched arm with Harry's wand. "You lost, Voldemort."

"No," the man rasped, red eyes darting around and looking for his servants. Lucius collapsed next to him as the wolf ventured too close, flesh and bone turning to ash until all that remained were his robes. "No."

"We'll all defeat you," Hermione said, holding hands with Draco, who in turn grabbed Luna's, and so around the circle it went, Neville tentatively holding Bill's with his broken fingers. "We'll all scatter your darkness and let the light back in."

Almost as if on an unspoken command, the patronuses leapt forward onto the man that for so long had struck fear into everyone's hearts and caused despair. And when they cleared, drifting back to their creator's sides, Voldemort was completely gone, only the dagger that had been stuck in his back lying on the ground.

"Did we really just win?" Pansy whispered, helping to support Blaise as they all stared at where Voldemort had been. "Is it over?"

"Yeah," Neville said, just before his legs finally gave out and he started to collapse, only Bill's strong arms preventing him from face-planting into the ground. "It's over."

The stag took that moment to rear back on its hind legs, nodding its regal head, before galloping off the stage and out the doors. All the other patronuses followed.

"Where are they going?" Hannah asked.

"Probably to free the people from the camps," Bill said. "They're still under Death Eater control."

"How did you know all of that, Hermione?" Pansy asked, staring at the Gryffindor girl in wonder.

Hermione laughed and blushed. "I just put it together as everything went along. When Neville lived through the killing curse, I realized he had to be the one the prophecy was talking about."

"Prophecy?" Pansy asked.

"We found out about it from Bill who learned about it through Professor Trelawney… we found it with Dumbledore's… body," she said hesitating on the word, "and I've been thinking about it this whole time. It made several references to a "sickle" and I realized after seeing Harry's patronous that that had to be Neville's—a falcon has sickle shaped wings. Then there was this part about the "song of fire" which was the phoenix-core wand. The only thing I haven't figured out really is the whole bit on the "new town" part it mentioned."

At that Neville chuckled. "That's what my name means in French," he said. "New town."

They were silent for another few seconds, just stuck in the moment, before the emotional toll kicked in. Bill found himself with an armful of Ginny and Fred, his sister sobbing into his shirt and clutching on to him like he'd disappear any minute, and Fred just holding him, silent tears dripping down his face.

Remus and Tonks were hugging and kissing laughing and Dean ran over and swept Luna up in his arms, twirling her around in a wide circle. Pansy was kneeling with Blaise on the ground, hugging him and crying and telling him he'd better never get hurt like this ever again. Hermione and Draco were holding one another, just content to never let go and Lavender and Hannah made their way over to Neville, hugging him gently.

Ginny finally wiped her eyes and beamed up at the ground, arm looped through one of Bill's. "What are we all doing standing around inside here?" she asked. "This is way too dreary for our happy celebration."

And so, laughing and crying and helping their fellows to walk, the group made their way out of the cold stone room, down the corridor and finally to a set of doors that just had to lead outside. Bill and Remus pushed them open, heavy oak giving one last protest, before they opened and the group spilled out.

Cold grass was pressed underfoot and the half-crescent moon glimmered in the sky, casting a comforting silver glow over everything. They rushed around, leaping for joy like children and bathing in the light, smiles lighting up the dark.

Hermione and Draco paused a few feet out the door, hands intertwined and bodies close. Slowly, Draco reached up a hand and ran it through Hermione's hair, pulling her towards him as they shared a kiss underneath the diamond studded sky and their first real taste of freedom.

They'd kept holding on. They'd stayed strong. They'd finally made it through the darkness and into the light. And although there were would be trials and hardships in the future, they would always be there for one another, they would overcome any obstacle. With the love of their friends and family they could do anything.

White would be their world.

Author's Notes:

I can't believe it's finished. I'm staring at it and blinking and trying to convince myself that I finally finished a story that wasn't a one-shot. Still staring.

Thank you all for coming with me on this journey, whether you were here since the original version, this new one, or even joined in half-way through. Your support has allowed me to continue writing this: the good, the bad, and the ugly and given me the chance to improve myself as a writer (which, ironically, is why I'm so bad at normal fiction now: because I write it like fanfiction assuming everyone knows exactly who the characters are. Go figure =p)

I'd love to hear from you all for your last review for Black is Our World. Thank you all so much, and happy reading and reviewing in the future.

~Icy