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Harry, still with the Headmaster finally flopped down on a chair in front of the man's desk. He stared at the headmaster before his eyes lit up.
And though the headmaster had no idea what Harry's sudden though was he knew it wasn't going to be good.
"I'm an idiot," he said shaking his head. "A bloody idiot."
"Harry," Dumbledore said slowly.
"Liam thinks even though he doesn't have the stone anymore, he still has immortality. Even though, in truth, you have to have the stone to have immortality. Isn't that right sir?"
Harry took the stone out of his pocket and placed it on the table in front of him.
"The bastard still thinks he is immortal. So riddle me this Dumbledore. If, lets say he was still immortal, what is the only way to defeat him?"
"There wouldn't be one Harry, that's why it is imperative that we-"
"Wrong. There is a way we can defeat him. Just because he is immortal doesn't mean there isn't away to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone ever again."
"What are you thinking Harry?"
Harry shook his head.
"Nothing I'm going to tell you old man. Nothing I'm going to tell you."
Rafe, Monica, Randy and Petunia Dursley, waited in small house just on the outskirts of London. Harry had agreed to meet them after the battle, but he had yet to show.
"Do you think Dumbledore has got a hold of him? Do you think we should go Hogwarts?" Petunia asked nervously.
Rafe shook his head. "Harry will be here. He said he would."
"We have so much to make up to him," Monica muttered looking out the window for any sign of her Godson.
After Monica barley missed a killing curse sent her way, she has done everything she could to keep herself and her family alive.
"And we will," Randy said, still a bit pale from all of curses Dumbledore put on him.
"But how?" Rafe said, perplexed.
"That's what I would like to know," said a new voice from the door.
Everyone one jumped out of their chairs, wands ready, only to find Harry staring at them, with an amused look on his face.
"Well what are we all sitting around for? The dark what's his name is still out there, and we need to stop him."
"But Harry, how can we?" Petunia asked. "He has that…that thing that makes him immortal."
Harry shook his head and sat down.
He told them quietly what he knew and his plan.
"That's pretty tricky transfiguration Harry," Randy said mildly. "But I think it might work. The thing, of course, will be is to make sure there is no way to reverse the magic."
Harry nodded. "I know. That's what has me stumped," he said. He looked around at the group of people around him.
They were his family, he realized. Sure three out of the four abandoned him, and the fourth took every chance she could get to make his life miserable, but they were here now. And that's what mattered.
He listened to his Aunt tell him her story, about how she was a witch to, but had given it up a long time ago, listened as his Godmother told him why they weren't there for him.
He forgave them.
He knew most would find it difficult to do so, but that is what separated him from people like Voldemort and Dumbledore. It was his ability to love and his ability to forgive that separated him from the rest.
Harry met with the rest of supporters a few hours later and assured them that yes, he did have a plan, and yes this would end tonight.
The battle at Hogwarts had cost Liam almost half of his army, and he knew with the limited supporters that he had, and in the condition they were in, they were going to be no help to him. And he knew Potter would be back for round to before long.
He had to act, and he had to act fast.
Langdon Dobbs was kneeling quietly at his master's side, still hurting from the battle, though he would never admit it.
"Dobb's," Liam said softly.
"Yes master," Langdon answered immediately.
"Bring young Weasley to me. It's time the boy makes himself useful."
The body of Percy Weasly was found three hours later in front of the Burrow, with a note lying on his chest addressed to Harry Potter.
Though he was a traitor to his family, and his country, his mother till wept for him.
Harry took the letter carefully, after checking it for curses, portkeys, and hexes.
The letter was short and to the point.
I know, we shall be seeing each other soon enough, but I propose a private meeting this time.
Three hours from now just outside the forbidden forest.
If you dare
Charlie, who was reading over his shoulder took the letter out of his hands and read it out loud to the group.
"Don't go Harry," Petunia said. "It's a trap."
But Harry shook his head.
"No, I need to do this. We can't give the bastard a chance to recruit new troops. I think he will come alone. He is just that egotistical. You should gather as many Auror's as you can and try and locate what is left of his army."
"What about Dumbledore, Harry?" Rafe asked. "What happened to him?"
Harry smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry. He won't be bothering us anymore."
"Harry," Petunia said cautiously. "Just what precisely have you done?"
Harry shook his head again.
"After he sent his resignation from both headmastership and supreme Mugwump, he decided it was in his best interest to take a long vacation."
Monica crossed her arms over her chest.
"And just where did he vacation to, young man?"
"Somewhere where he can't hurt anyone ever again," Harry answered.
"Harry," Neville asked. "What happened to the sword? Did you destroy it?"
Harry nodded. "I had to. It was the only way to keep it safe from Liam and Dumbledore."
"And you absorbed the rest of its power," Randy concluded.
Harry shrugged. "There was no other choice."
After a long while of talking and planning Harry left for his meeting and the others went to gather more Auror's to find the rest of Liam's men.
Harry Potter, Boy who lived, conqueror or the dark lord, defender of light, and royally pissed off teenager, stood under his invisibility cloak, waiting for Liam to arrive.
He knew the chances of this being a set up were very high, and that coming alone was very stupid, but he had just hoped that his plan would work. He could deal with anything else later. And with his track record, things were looking in his favor.
He saw Liam walking towards the designated meeting spot, and by the looks of it, he too had come alone. Harry took refuge behind a tress, and carefully stowed his cloak in his bag before emerging.
"So, Harry Potter, I see you have taken my gracious offer. Are you ready to die boy?"
"Sorry to burst your bubble there cowboy," Harry said leaning against a tree. "But I'm not gonna die today and neither are you."
Liam laughed, "because I am immortal. What then, have you come to beg for mercy, perhaps?"
Harry shook his head. "You aren't immortal," he said. "But you're about to be."
Liam didn't even have the chance to answer before Harry wielded his wand and said his spell. After the light from the spell had faded, Harry noticed his wand lying in the grass.
He studied the wand carefully. "Ash," he murmured and looked at the tree in front of him, a tree where Liam Rohan once stood. "Well, I guess Mr. Ollivander was right, the wand really does the wizard, or in this case, the wood."
And Harry was satisfied that Liam finally did get what he wanted, he wanted to live forever and living forever is what he got.
Harry returned to school a week later after the last few of Liam's men were rounded up. He entered the Great Hall to a chorus of cheers from his classmates, with the notable exception of two.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger stood with their arms crossed over their chests.
But Harry didn't let it bother him. For once in his life he was finally happy, and was finally able to just be himself, to just be Harry.
And for once, he could actually say, that life was pretty good.
"You know he had something to do with it," Hermione murmured.
"Do with what?" Ron asked.
"With the Headmaster's sudden resignation and disappearance, you just know he was behind it." Hermione said scathingly.
Ron shrugged watching as Harry took a seat between Rafe and Neville.
"I wonder where the headmaster is." Hermione asked, though not really expecting an answer.
In a land far far away, or more like the small country of Kyrgyzstan, Albus Dumbledore awoke with a splitting headache, and the smell of manure. A look around told him he was sitting propped up in a live stock pen in animal manure. With a bull that did not look very happy with him.
He tried to stand, but slipped and fell deeper into the manure, moments later a farmer, whom he assumed was the owner of that land, descended on him speaking a language he, did not understand.
He reached into his pocket for his wand but could not find it there.
Where was it?
The last thing he remembered was handing in his resignation at the ministry, but what happened then?
He tried to do wandless magic, to at least quiet the farmer until he got his baring straight, but he could not even do that. Had someone stripped him of his magic?
But who would do that.
He saw a picture in his mind of a face, a boy maybe…with black hair? But however he tried he could not put a name to that face.
The farmer, who had left while Dumbledore had taken a trip down memory lane was back now sticking a bucket in Dumbledore's face and was pointing to the far side of the pen where some hay was.
Did this man really expect him to work?
Him the great…great…
Wait a minute
Albus stopped and thought a moment.
He knew he was a wizard a great and prominent wizard.
But what was his name again?
Okay first off I would like to offer a HUGE apology to my readers.
I am so sorry for leaving you guys hanging like this for so long. For those readers who have read Shadow Boy and were with me all the way through my posting, you guys know I was pretty good with updates, and I am very sorry I let this go for so long.
Yes, I know this story ended fast, but truth be told, I was more then ready for this story to end. I think I was just dragging it on for to long and was running out of ideas. I hoped I wrapped everything up for you, if not, then you have my apoligies.
The reason, or part of the reason for my delay in posting, has to do with the fact that I have made a big move to another state, and with starting college and getting settled in to my new place, my computer was sitting in pieces for about two months. I only had my laptop to rely on, which didn't have any of my stories on it.
That and my two sisters gave birth around the same time, made for a very hectic last few months.
I do have another story idea in the mix, but I am going to wait awhile before I post it, to at least get an outline of where I am going with this one.
But, a lot of people have been asking for a sequel for Shadow Boy, what do you guys think?
A good job goes out to sernity1806 for correctly guessing the riddle.
And a big thanks to Steve and his steel toed boots for get my butt moving for an update and another big thanks to Treck for helping me out with this.
This chap, because I didn't want to wait any longer to post it, was not looked over by a Beta, so any and all mistakes are mine.
Thanks so much for sticking with me on the wild ride, and I hope you guys stick around and check out my next story.
Pissed Off Poet