Chapter 15: This time we did it right.
Harry couldn't believe it, today was finally going to be the day it would all end, the day of the third task and the day he would finally end it.
Much had happened since the second task, some of them good while others not so.
The fallout of the second task hadn't been good for Dumbledore nor for the two Weasleys who were in the task.
When Dumbledore came to his senses he said he would revert them back to prove who they were and immediately tried to transfigured the two Weasleys back. Keyword was tried, because when he tried to undo it, absolutely nothing happened. This confirmed in many of the public's minds that they were, like Harry claimed mere house elves, after all a transfiguration master like Dumbledore shouldn't have any trouble undoing a transfiguration of any kind.
Of course what no one knew was that one of the curses Daphne had cast on the two was a near undetectable one that would ensure the transfiguration would stay in effect, courtesy of the Black library.
Eventually Dumbledore decided to try something else and use a revealing spell. The spell was commonly used by healers to identify patients if the patient was conscious so that they could contact the family.
When Dumbledore use the spell on the two immediately golden letters formed above the two forming the two names. 'Ronald Bilius Weasley and Ginevra Molly Weasley.' Upon seeing the names, Harry immediately put on a look of extreme outrage and exclaimed. '' I may have a low opinion of you Dumbledore, but even I hadn't expected you to transfigure one of your minions to look like a house elf just so that I would rescue it.''
As expected to people reacted in complete outrage at the accusation. Had Harry accused him of this at the beginning of the year then almost everyone would have laughed at him for sprouting such ridiculous accusations, but Rita's work managed to sway the public considerably.
Before Dumbledore could say anything to defend himself, a irate plump redhead witch had stomped up to Dumbledore and started to rip him a new one. Her blind loyalty to the man temporary forgotten in the anger she felt as she saw what two of her babies had turned into.
Things turned even more interesting as two people came down out of the stands and joined the group. The duo had indentified themselves as employees of the ministry, or more specifically the department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
As it turned out the two suspected that Dumbledore or someone else had somehow turned the two Weasleys in actual elves, as even Dumbledore failed to undo any transfiguration. So the two decided to investigate as elves fell under their responsibility.
Unfortunately for the two Weasleys, in typical Ministry fashion, the investigation that could be done in minutes would take several weeks to months because of all the paperwork that needed to be filed. The only thing the ministry employees did at that time was give them the temporary status of House elf as according them. ''It is better to be safe than sorry, and look at them, they look more elf than human.'' The other thing they did was ask for their wand as elves weren't allowed to carry wands.
It was at that time that Harry admitted that when he saw that 'elves' were carrying wands down in the lake, he did his civilian duty and took them away from the creatures, unfortunately somewhere along the way of getting back up to the surface he had lost both wands.
The ministry employees didn't seem to be to bothered by the loss of the wands and thanked him and said that it was nice that still some people did their civilians duty's.
All with all Dumbledore's image took another hit that day which was only amplified as Skeeter's article covering the task came out the next day. As for the Weasley siblings? Public humiliation in front of a school full of teenagers ... yeah that didn't end well for them. Especially considering the fact that they still have to attend the lessons; without a wand while looking and sounding like a house elf.
The whole elf business had one advantage that neither Harry nor Daphne had foreseen when they had originally thought up the plan to humiliate the Weasleys if they were the hostages. As it turned out magical marriage contract are only legal between two humans. So the moment Ginny was classed as a house elf even though it was only a temporary status, magic destroyed the contract itself as one of the clauses were violated. It was unexpected but neither Harry nor Daphne were going to look a gift hippogriff in the mouth.
With all the commotion going on everyone had almost forgotten that the task was still going on. Fleur had surfaced briefly before the two Potters, but she hadn't her hostage with her. Not that she looked to bothered by it as she just accepted the warm towel given to her by Madam Pomfrey and went to sit with her sister. Everyone's attention was refocused on the task when Cedric resurfaced one minute after the allotted time. Ten minutes later Krum arrived, but unlike last time his hostage was badly injured. Of course, last time around Harry had stayed down and had given Krum the jagged stone he had found on the bottom of the lake when he saw that Krum was trying to cut the ropes holding Hermione with his teethes. It seems that Krum had tried to do the same again and now Harry wasn't there to stop him.
In the end Fleur had received twenty-five points, Krum got thirty which was considerably less then what he received last time, but if you took a moment to look at his hostage then you couldn't really blame the judges. Since Cedric, like Fleur had pretty much done the task the same way as last time, he again received fort-seven points.
How many points to give to the Potters took a bit more discussion between the judges; neither Dumbledore nor Karkaroff wanted to give them full points, but no matter how you looked at it, they had retrieved the hostages well within the allotted time and thus there was no way to not give them full points without looking even more biased than they already are viewed, so the Potters each received fifty points.
Since the task several things had happened.
One of them was that Fleur and Gabriele had started to spend more time with the group and they could often be found relaxing in the chamber of secrets.
Another thing that had happened was the end of the duelling tournament. Harry's and Daphne's team had faced several more team, but unfortunately neither made it to the finals. While neither Daphne nor Harry had many opponents they couldn't beat, the fact remained that they had a fourth and a first year and a third and fourth year respectively as teammates.
And no matter how well trained they were there are certain limits that can only be bridged by age. Still the Potters where very proud of their teammates improvement since the beginning of the year and the original goal of making them stronger so that they could defend themselves in the need ever arises certainly was accomplished.
Then there was another thing Harry had needed to take care off. On the twenty-seventh of May there had been the briefing of the third task. Daphne had attended the meeting, but Harry had something else to do. While Daphne told everyone Harry wasn't feeling well and had stayed in their room to go to bed early and that she would rely everything they would tell her to him.
The truth was that Harry, under the cover of his invisibility cloak had headed toward the forbidden forest to intercept Crouch Sr., after all it wouldn't be a good idea if he managed to reach Dumbledore this time around. Who know how bad the old man could manage to interfere in the plans for the third task if he gains any useful information from Crouch.
After that Harry and Daphne started to have several meetings with Madam Bones, to hammer out the plans for the night of the third task. During one of those meetings Bones mentioned that Fudges was finally kicked out of his office and was replaced by Tiberius Odgen.
And finally there was today, the day of the third task. The day had definitely started out well enough, knowing there was a permanent privacy ward around the room, a advanced locking charm on the door and considering who they would be facing before the day was over led them to activities that didn't end for several hours.
Unfortunately when a very satisfied Harry and Daphne and a curious Lucy, who wondered why her parents were up so late and smiling so brightly, exited the chamber of secrets they were almost immediately accosted by Tracey and Hermione. It turned out that the family of the champions had show up again and some people got rather worried because Harry and Daphne weren't seen at breakfast because they were otherwise 'preoccupied'.
One of them being McGonagall as she was assigned to inform them, when they came in the hall that the guests had arrived. Another one was none other than Molly Weasley who had come to clear the whole 'misunderstanding' about the dissolved marriage contract up and to offer the support the poor baby needed from his real family.
The ones who weren't really worried were the visiting Greengrass parents and Sirius, both knew that Harry and Daphne could take care of themselves and more importantly each other.
When a hour had past and the Potters still hadn't showed themselves some of the staff and the Potter's 'guests' started to look for them.
The first place the 'search party' had looked was the Potter's old room. Unfortunately while the Potters may have moved to the chamber of secrets the never removed the protections they had placed on the room.
So saying only the password failed epically. Molly Weasley wasn't happy when the portrait informed the group that while the password was correct she couldn't open for them. The resulting shouting could be heard trough a large portion of the castle.
Eventually after several hours and with the help of several professors McGonagall managed to dismantle the protections and entered the room, only to found it empty. This led to a large scale search trough the castle by the group and several other professors.
Of course their friends were eventually enlisted to help search for them as most of the lessons were cancelled because of the growing number of teachers searching for the Potters.
That is why Tracey and Hermione were waiting at the entrance of the hidden chamber. They were pretty sure that the Potters were still in there, but they had no way in.
So the two were rather relieved when they saw the Potters exited trough the hidden entrance after two hours of waiting in a toilet with moaning Myrtle.
They quickly explained the situation to the Potters. Neither of the Potter adults was in the mood for a inquiry about where they were and they were especially not in the mood to meet with Molly Weasley. So Harry pulled his wand and said the incantation for a charm he learned in his third year four time and four silvery coloured stags came out of his wand and disappeared moments later with their respective messages.
One he had send to McGonagall to inform her he become aware that she was looking for him, but that he and Daphne just want to spend their day in calm with friend and family and the people they want with them will be informed.
To Sirius, Samuel and Arianna he each send one which informed them were they were. As it turned out the three of them were together when they received the message and it only took them a couple of minutes to reach the bathroom.
The rest of the day was spend in the hidden room relaxing, they didn't even bother to go to the Great Hall for lunch and dinner instead they ate it there. When it was almost time to go, Harry and Daphne extracted a promise from the other three 'adults' in the room to make sure Lucy would be safe when they weren't there at any cost. They were pretty sure everything would end well tonight, but considering the task they were planning to do, you never know.
The adults promised, albeit reluctantly as they understood 'when they aren't there,' might refer to a considerably longer time period than tonight's task if things go wrong.
After receiving the promises Harry and Daphne took their time to say goodbye to each of the adults and took even longer with Lucy. After they had done that they exited the chamber and made their way onto the Quidditch field, which was now completely unrecognizable. A twenty-foot-high hedge ran all the way around the edge of it. There was a gap right in front of them: the entrance to the vast maze. The passage beyond it looked dark and creepy.
Five minutes later, the stands had begun to fill, the air was full of excited voices and the rumbling of feet as the hundreds of students filed into their seats. The sky was a deep, clear blue now, and the first stars were starting to appear. Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick came walking into the stadium and approached Bagman and the champions. They were wearing large, red, luminous stars on their hats, all except Hagrid, who had his on the back of his moleskin vest. "We are going to be patrolling the outside of the maze," Professor McGonagall said to the champions. "If you get into difficulty, and wish to be rescued, send red sparks into the air, and one of us will come and get you, do you understand?"
The champions nodded.
"Off you go, then!" said Bagman brightly to the three patrollers.
"Good luck. Harry, Daphne," Hagrid whispered, and the three of them walked away in different directions, to station themselves around the maze.
Bagman now pointed his wand at his throat, muttered, "Sonorus," and his magically magnified voice echoed into the stands. "Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Tied in first place, with ninety-five points each - Mr. Harry Potter and Mrs. Daphne Potter, both of Hogwarts School!" The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. "In second place, with seventy-two points - Mr. Cedric Diggory also of Hogwarts School!'' More applause. "And in third place – with sixty-eight points - Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute! And with only a three points difference in the fourth place is Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!"
"So ... on my whistle, Harry and Daphne!" Bagman exclaimed . "Three - two - one -"
He gave a short blast on his whistle, and Harry and Daphne hurried forward into the maze.
The towering hedges cast black shadows across the path, and, Harry still didn't know of it was because the hedges were so tall and thick or because they had been enchanted, the sound of the surrounding crowd was silenced the moment they entered the maze.
''Come on,'' Harry muttered after he and Daphne had lit their wand and they started sprinting forward. After about fifty yards they reached a fork and went right and stopped at a seemingly empty space, just around the corner.
''Show yourself Crouch,'' Harry ordered.
For a moment nothing happened and then a undisguised Crouch Jr. suddenly appeared in front of them, thanks to him dropping his disillusionment charm. The man had a vacant look in his eyes and was looking blankly in front of him.
''Lead us to the cup.'' Harry commended. ''And do whatever it takes to keep us safe.''
Crouch said nothing and just turned around and started walking briskly away, closely followed by the Potters.
Having the one who knows the way showing the way made things considerably easier. The various nasty beasts and enchantment they encountered along the way didn't prove too much of a problem either. While they would definitely be challenging if they had been alone, they didn't prove much as a threat when Harry and Daphne fought together and Crouch provided support.
Eventually they reached the middle of the maze, luckily avoiding the sphinx as Harry really didn't feel like answering three riddles to get them all past and he wasn't stupid enough to attack a sphinx in such a restricted space.
Harry took a moment to gaze at the shining cup, his gaze then move to his wife who looked healthy and ready to end it all. Finally his gaze settled on the last man of the group.
Barty Crouch Jr. had done his tasks well since the Imperius curse had been cast upon the man. The misinformation that the man had send to Voldemort would hopefully make tonight a bit easier.
Harry took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, ''Okay, let's begin, remember the plan.''
Daphne nodded and gave Harry one last passionate and lingering kiss before using magic to hide her presence, closely followed by Crouch who did the same to hide himself.
''One – two – three.'' Harry said before touching the cup.
Instantly, Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. His feet had left the ground. He could not unclench the hand holding the Tri-wizard Cup, it was pulling him onward in a howl of wind and swirling colours.
After what felt like he had travelled for several minutes he suddenly dropped down. He was greatly relieved when he heard two more sounds of someone dropping down on the ground, shortly followed by two sets of footsteps moving away.
Harry quickly sheathed his primary wand in its holster and drew his secondary one. After several moments of waiting Harry saw a short man holding something that looked like a baby and Harry thought. 'And there we have the rat and the dark baby.'
Feeling highly annoyed he had to do this, but seeing no other way, Harry dropped his wand and clutched his head while looking like he was in agonizing pain and dropping down to the ground, moments later he saw the red light of a stunning spell hit him.
When Harry awoke several moments later by a spell he was tied up to a gravestone. In front of him was a stone cauldron that was far larger than normal, a great stone belly large enough for a full-grown man to sit in.
Harry's attention was momentarily diverted to the thing inside the bundle of robes on the ground who was stirring more persistently, as though it was trying to free itself.
Now the rat was busying himself at the bottom of the cauldron with a wand. Suddenly there were crackling flames beneath it.
The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat very fast. The surface began not only to bubble, but to send out fiery sparks, as though it were on fire. Steam was thickening, blurring the outline of Wormtail tending the fire. The movements beneath the robes became more agitated. And Harry heard the high, cold voice again, after not having heard the voice for real for several months. "Hurry!"
Oh how much Harry wanted to kill that thing, right here right now, but without a real body that thing is still only between the land of the living and the dead and therefore can't be killed.
The whole surface of the water was alight with sparks now. It might have been encrusted with diamonds.
"It is ready,Master."
"Now ..." said the cold voice.
Wormtail pulled open the robes on the ground, revealing what was inside them, and Harry watched in disgust at what the self-proclaimed strongest wizard of all time had been reduced to.
It was as though Wormtail had flipped over a stone and revealed something ugly, slimy, and blind - but worse, a hundred times worse. The thing Wormtail had been carrying had the shape of a crouched human child, except that Harry had never seen anything less like a child. It was hairless and scaly-looking, a dark, raw, reddish black. Its arms and legs were thin and feeble, and its face - no child alive ever had a face like that - flat and snakelike, with gleaming red eyes. The thing seemed almost helpless; it raised its thin arms, put them around Wormtail's neck, and Wormtail lifted it. As he did so, his hood fell back, and Harry saw the look of revulsion on Wormtail's weak, pale face in the firelight as he carried the creature to the rim of the cauldron. For one moment, Harry saw the evil, flat face illuminated in the sparks dancing on the surface of the potion. And then Wormtail lowered the creature into the cauldron; there was a hiss, and it vanished below the surface; Harry heard its frail body hit the bottom with a soft thud.
Wormtail was speaking. His voice shook; he seemed frightened beyond his wits. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and spoke to the night. "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!"
The surface of the grave at Harry's feet cracked. And, Harry watched as a fine trickle of dust rose into the air at Wormtail's command and fell softly into the cauldron. The diamond surface of the water broke and hissed; it sent sparks in all directions and turned a vivid, poisonous-looking blue.
And now Wormtail was whimpering. He pulled a long, thin, shining silver dagger from inside his cloak. His voice broke into petrified sobs. "Flesh - of the servant - w-willingly given - you will - revive - your master. " He stretched his right hand out in front of him - the hand with the missing finger. He gripped the dagger very tightly in his left hand and swung it upward.
'Coward,' Harry thought as he saw the shivering form of one of his father best friends. He may not like her, but Harry knew that someone like Bellatrix Lestrange would have cut of her own wand-arm for the sake of her dark lord without flinching, instead of this pathetic excuse of a wizard. 'To think he is indirectly responsible for the dead thousands.' Harry thought bitterly.
Unlike last time Harry didn't avert his gaze and watched without the tiniest piece of pity as the traitor cut of his own hand and it fell in the cauldron. He heard the scream of utter agony, but still he felt no pity for him. 'He made his choices and now he has to live with them.' The potion had turned a burning red.
Wormtail was gasping and moaning with agony and started stumbling towards Harry. Harry stared at the man with hatred in his eyes.
"B-blood of the enemy . . . forcibly taken .. . you will. . . resurrect your foe."
Harry didn't even flinch when the point of the rat's knife penetrate the crook of his right arm and blood started seeping down the sleeve of his torn robes. Wormtail, still panting with pain, rumbled in his pocket for a glass vial and held it to Harry's cut, so that a dribble of blood fell into it.
He staggered back to the cauldron with Harrys blood. He poured it inside. The liquid within turned, instantly, a blinding white. Wormtail, his job done, dropped to his knees beside the cauldron, then slumped sideways and lay on the ground, cradling the bleeding stump of his arm, gasping and sobbing. The cauldron was simmering, sending its diamond sparks in all directions, so blindingly bright that it turned all else to velvety blackness. Nothing happened for a moment. . . .And then, suddenly, the sparks emanating from the cauldron were extinguished. A surge of white steam billowed thickly from the cauldron.
And then, through the mist in front of him, he saw, the dark outline of a man, tall and skeletally thin, rising slowly from inside the cauldron.
"Robe me," said the high, cold voice from behind the steam, and Wormtail, sobbing and moaning, still cradling his mutilated arm, scrambled to pick up the black robes from the ground, got to his feet, reached up, and pulled them one-handed over his master's head.
The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at Harry . . . and Harry stared back into the face of the man he hated more than anyone else in his life. Whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was flat as a snakes with slits for nostrils . . . Voldemort had risen again.
Voldemort looked away from Harry and began examining his own body. His hands were like large, pale spiders; his long white fingers caressed his own chest, his arms, his face; the red eyes, whose pupils were slits, like a cats, gleamed still more brightly through the darkness. He held up his hands and flexed the fingers, his expression rapt and exultant. He took not the slightest notice of Wormtail, who lay twitching and bleeding on the ground.
Voldemort slipped one of those unnaturally long-fingered hands into a deep pocket and drew out a wand. He caressed it gently too; and then he raised it, and pointed it at Wormtail, who was lifted off the ground and thrown against the headstone where Harry was tied; he fell to the foot of it and lay there, crumpled up and crying. Voldemort turned his scarlet eyes upon Harry, laughing a high, cold, mirthless laugh. Wormtail's robes were shining with blood now; he had wrapped the stump of his arm in them.
"My Lord . . ." he choked, "my Lord . . . you promised . . . you did promise ..."
"Hold out your arm," Voldemort said lazily.
"Oh Master . . . thank you, Master ..."
He extended the bleeding stump, but Voldemort laughed again.
"The other arm, Wormtail."
"Master, please . . .please ..."
Voldemort bent down and pulled out Wormtail's left arm; he forced the sleeve of Wormtail's robes up past his elbow, and Harry could see the vivid red tattoo - a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth - the Dark Mark. Voldemort examined it carefully, ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable weeping.
"It is back," he said softly, "they will all have noticed it... and now, we shall see ...now we shall know ..."
He pressed his long white forefinger to the brand on Wormtail's arm and Wormtail let out a fresh howl. Voldemort removed his fingers from Wormtail's mark, and Harry saw that it had turned jet black.
A look of cruel satisfaction on his face, Voldemort straightened up, threw back his head, and stared around at the dark graveyard.
"How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it?" he whispered, his gleaming red eyes fixed upon the stars. "And how many will be foolish enough to stay away?"
He began to pace up and down before Harry and Wormtail, eyes sweeping the graveyard all the while. After a minute or so, he looked down at Harry again, a cruel smile twisting his snakelike face.
''To think - I actually was worried, when I heard you managed to do something even I have not managed to do yet and travel back in time.'' He hissed softly. ''But then I received word from my loyal servant.''
He paused a moment for the dramatics and continued in the same tone, ''Does you feeble mind even realises that you memories have been altered, Potter?
Harry said nothing and just glared defiantly at the dark lord. ''Image my surprise, Potter, when my servant contacts me and informs you have no memory of me ever rising again, fortunately it didn't take long for my servant to find out what happened, can you remember Potter? How you read a article in the Daily Prophet about how Walden Macnair managed to capture and kill the supposed war hero, Peter Pettigrew and the dark abomination that was with it? Don't you find it strange that that didn't happen again?''
Harry forced a look of growing comprehension and fear on his face. ''You seem to comprehend what I am telling you.'' Voldemort hissed, a cruel smirk on his face. ''By travelling back in time to stop this Dark lord Palpatine, you have allowed me to be reborn, me the greatest wizard of all time. Thanks to you I could stop the blood traitor and as a thank you I will dispose of that dark lord for you if he is ever stupid enough to rise up against me.''
Harry kept the same look on his face, but inwardly he wondered how long the man would keep gloating. He was also sure if he ever recounted this story to any muggleborn or half-blood that they wouldn't believe it that Voldemort would actually believe such a oblivious fake name, but then again the man hates everything Muggle.
"You stand, Harry Potter, upon the remains of my late father," he hissed softly. "A Muggle and a fool. . . very like your dear mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? Your mother died to defend you as a child . . . and I killed my father, and see how useful he has proved himself, in death. ..."
Voldemort laughed again. Up and down he paced, looking all around him as he walked. "You see that house upon the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother, witch who lived here in this village, fell in love with him. But he abandoned her when she told him what she was. ... He didn't like magic, my father . . .He left her and returned to his Muggle parents before I was even born. Potter, and she died giving birth to me, leaving me to be raised in a Muggle orphanage . . . but I vowed to find him ... I revenged myself upon him, that fool who gave me his name . . . Tom Riddle. . . ."
Still he paced, his red eyes darting from grave to grave. "Listen to me, reliving family history . . ." he said quietly, "why, I am growing quite sentimental. . . . But look, Harry! My true family returns. . . ."
The air was suddenly full of the swishing of cloaks. Between graves, behind the yew tree, in every shadowy space, wizards were Apparating. All of them were hooded and masked. And one by one they moved forward . . . slowly, cautiously, as though they could hardly believe their eyes Voldemort stood in silence, waiting for them. Then one of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled toward Voldemort and kissed the hem of his black robes. Master . . . Master " he murmured.
This was the last thing he said as suddenly a wave of magic was washed over the graveyard.
''What!'' Voldemort shouted enraged when suddenly all his servants fell down seemingly stunned.
Harry smiled at seeing it, it seems that Madam Bones had come through on her part. The original plan had been to capture the Death Eaters before tonight, but unfortunately the unspeakable that researched the device he had given Bones to study took longer than expected, so it was propounded to tonight.
''Well that didn't go as planned now did it?'' Harry mocked from his position as he felt the bindings being cut.
The dark lord swirled around and looked absolute murderous. ''You!'' he spat. ''You're responsible for this, CRUCIO!''
Harry saw the red light of the unforgivable head toward him for a moment and then his visage of it was blocked as a block of stone materialises in front of it.
Harry quickly rolled from his position to the side to avoid the derby of the rock that had exploded on impact. Standing back up, Harry pulled his primary wand from its holster and fired several reducto's in quick succession toward the dark lord.
Daphne meanwhile had dropped her disillusionment charm so that she could better coordinate in the fight with Harry and had fired the killing curse at the Voldemort.
Unfortunately even with his new body, Riddle was still a very powerful wizzerd. With one sweep of his wand he had put up a powerful magical shield around himself on which the Reducto's impacted harmlessly. He then conjure a wall in front of the killing curse.
The curse impacted and the wall exploded in several pieces. Without wasting any movements Voldemort transfigured the pieces into snakes and hissed ''§Kill the blood traitor§."
While Voldemort's attention was on Daphne Harry moved to his blind side and fired a spell that formed a earth wall halfway around Voldemort.
Seeing that the wall was in place Daphne fired a large steam of Fiendfyre toward him, incarnated the snakes along with several death eaters who were lying in the way along the way. Voldemort spun around ... and nothing happened.
A brief look of surprise appeared on the dark lord's face when he couldn't apparate away, but he quickly recovered and made a human sized hole in the wall surrounding him and jumped through it before the fire could reach him.
Unfortunately for him Harry was on the other side and immediately had fired several killing curses, when he saw the hole being made.
He dodged one, but wasn't fast enough to dodge the next one and the killing curse impacted in his stomach.
''I ... am ... immortal.'' The dark lord managed to say before getting hit and falling down.
Harry cautiously walked over to his most hated enemy, he was sure that the killing curse had impacted, but he was the living proof that that curse isn't always as effective as it should be.
When he reached the body, Harry kicked him hard on the head. Nothing happened to indicate he was still alive.
Daphne meanwhile had managed to extinguish her flames and had moved to her husband side. ''Is it finally over?''
Harry nodded and hugged her tightly to his side, still slightly in disbelief that after all those years of fighting, it was finally over.
''We did it, this time we did it right.''
They stayed like that for a couple of moments and Daphne eventually said, ''There are still some things that need to be done.''
Harry nodded, he thought he had done enough for today, but if he ever wanted to live a life this needed to be done,
''Let's leave the cleanup to Madam Bones and those unspeakable she recruited for the mission.'' Having said that he used the summoning charm to retrieve the cup and left the graveyard.
Moments later they reappeared at the edge of the maze at the Hogwarts grounds. The dark shadows of a crowd of people pressed in around them, pushing nearer, Harry felt the ground beneath his head reverberating with their footsteps.
Harry and Daphne each took a ear of the cup and raised it in the air with big grins on their faces. The caused another loud round of applause for the two Potters.
Suddenly the festivities were interrupted when the loud shout of ''Albus!'' sounded over the ground.
Everyone turned to who had shouted and to their shock they saw a dishevelled and slightly deranged looking Severus Snape stumble over to the headmaster.
''Severus, my boy, what happened to you?'' Dumbledore asked worriedly as he just managed to catch his spy before he collapsed on the ground.''
''Albus,'' Snape rasped before grasping his arm around Dumbledore, steadying himself and looking the headmaster intensely in the eye. ''He – he – is.''
Dumbledore looked at his spy expectedly, if he was going to say what he thought he was going to say than he could restore his entire reputation in one go as the world would turn to him for guidance.
Then suddenly Snape entire visage changed and a knife shot out of its sleeve and he caught it and used it to stab Dumbledore in the neck before he could even react.
''You are a fool Dumbledore,'' Snape said before picking up the wand, Dumbledore had dropped.
Everyone watched transfixed as a one of the most disliked teacher in history and one who have been missing for months stab one of the most powerful wizards in the world. That is why they missed the brief looks of satisfaction that crossed the Potters faces as they watched the man who they considered just as bad as Voldemort slowly bleed out.
Unfortunately for Snape he had served his purpose and now it was time for him to end.
'' Expelliarmus'' Harry said.
'' Stupefy.'' Daphne followed up.
The disarming spell hit and the wand flew out of the potion masters hand. For a very brief moment anyone who would have looked closely could have seen the cloudy look that was in the potion masters eyes disappear before he was hit by the follow up stunning spell.
Harry caught Dumbledore's old wand and felt a strange sense of power course trough him the moment he touched the wand.
Harry took a brief glance to the fallen potion master. If it wasn't for the public he would probably had use something far more lethal, but he had no intention to go to prison just after he had finished off his worst enemy. Still with all the man had done he would never see the light of day again.
Of the five people who are responsible for him ending up at that hellhole that was the Dursleys; Dumbledore's reputation was destroyed and he was down on the ground, bleeding out, stabbed by one of his most trusted people, Voldemort had died by Harry's hand and all his supporters were either dead or captured, Snape was most likely going to spend the rest of his time in the prison, he will never know who was responsible him doing his actions, the traitor was burned alive by the Fiendfyre, he died while he was still unconscious, his death was kinder that Harry had envisioned, and finally the woman with who it all had started; Sybill Trelawney; with Dumbledore gone it was unlikely she would remain at Hogwarts, most likely the only place that would hire her.
Harry then hugged his wife to his side while he watched his family approach him, all of them looked very happy to see them unharmed.
All was well.
A/N: well this is it, my very first fanfic completed. I hope you enjoyed it. I learned some things what and what not to do when writing and I hope that with the experience gained from writing this story that I will write a better story next time.
A/N 2: I am sorry for all those who were hopping for more duels in the duelling tournament, but the tournament was mostly meant for a way to show that Harry and Daphne want to prevent that what happened to Emma and Astoria will happen again.
A/N 3: I didn't mean as anything serious, but did anyone notice that the prophecy could have referred to Lucy (except the 'he' part)?
A/N 4: I know the fight was a bit short, but let's face it Harry and Daphne have fought several times against a superior Voldemort and have been sparring daily for the last year, while Voldemort just had gotten a new body.
A/N 5: Harry doesn't know about the deathly hallows. The only reason he disarmed him was because of the audience.
Will there be a sequel? Maybe, I left some things open that I can use if I ever want to write a sequel to this, but I am not sure. Maybe I write a prequel instead; covering the summer after fifth year to the point where they travel back. Something else I am considering is writing a story where the ritual to travel back in time went terribly wrong and only Lucy is transported back in time (either to Cannon Harry's fourth or fifth year).
Finally I want to thank all who took their time to write a review, some of them really helped me.