Chapter 5
Scrimgeour sitting back in his chair trying to figure out where to get barrels of holy water, to clean up the demonic taint.
"Minister—"
"Not now I—"
"Not now I’m—"
"Minister, it’s urgent," interrupted Dawlish, one of his Aurors, bursting into the office. His face was pale, eyes wide with alarm.
"What is it?" Scrimgeour demanded, setting aside the papers he’d been poring over.
"Hogwarts is under attack."
Scrimgeour's eyes widened with shock and dread. "How many?"
"Not sure the message came from a patronus."
Scrimgeour's expression hardened as he stood, grabbing his wand. "Summon every available Auror. We are moving now."
"We are ready but there is a problem, the floo network between England and Scotland have been sabotaged."
Scrimgeour cursed under his breath. "Then we'll have to use brooms. Gather all the Aurors and get them ready to fly. We don't have time to waste."
"Hogwarts is unplottable."
Scrimgeour cursed again, the urgency of the situation weighing heavily on him. "Then we'll have to fly as close as we can and apparate from there. Get everyone ready. We move in five minutes."
Percy Weasley spoke up "sir do you hear that?"
"No , I don't hear anything," Scrimgeour replied, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"I think it's Hermione Granger yelling you cannot apparate within Hogwarts, and she is asking whether anybody except she and I has read Hogwarts a history."
Scrimgeour's eyes widened in realisation. "Of course, the Anti-Apparition wards! How could I forget? We need to find another way in."
"She's right. We can't apparate directly into Hogwarts. We need another plan."
"it has been hidden for more than Thousand Years, we aren't just going to drive up to it
Percy suddenly jumped up "drive, thats it Dawlish your brilliant."
"What do you mean?"
"It happens in my Fifth year, it was the year the Chamber of Secrets was opened."
Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed as he listened intently to Percy's explanation. "Go on."
"My little brother and his friends Harry Potter somehow prevented from entering Platform 9 3⁄4, and instead of doing the rational thing and sending an owl or waiting, they decided to take the flying car and follow the train to Hogwarts. They flew right into the castle grounds and crashed into the Whomping Willow, we can follow the train tracks."
Voldemort stood in the dimly lit Shrieking Shack, his crimson eyes blazing with fury as he glared at the Wastrilith. The demonic creature's presence was overwhelming, its scaly skin glistening in the low light, eyes piercing and menacing.
"Zombies, werewolves without the moon—are you trying to fail us, Voldemort? We've invested too much in you for failure."
"The zombies were exploratory, and Greyback was planning to betray me," Voldemort hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "But I agree—it's time to begin in earnest."
"To help, my lord has seen fit to grant one more boon," said the Wastrilith, its voice echoing with a strange mix of reverence and malice. With a swift motion, it extended a spine and skull, his wand."
"Exquisite,"Voldemort purred, grasping the wand with an air of triumph.
With that Voldemort turned and left the Shrieking Shack.
Voldemort stood on the top of a small hill, giving him a perfect view of the Castle. The night air was cool, the barrier schimering and the air was filled with dust from the explosif wrath of cedric diggory or the angel of devastation as the men called him or as the men called him, the Angel of Devastation. His followers gathered around him like shadows, whispered in hushed tones, their eyes fixed on the distant lights of Hogwarts.
"Avada Kedavra."
"A cone of green light shot from Voldemort's wand, arcing through the air toward Hogwarts Castle hitting the barrier full on, it stopped the spell but dissolved the barrier.
"Sonorus."
“Give me Harry Potter,” said Voldemort’s voice, “and none shall be
harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave the school untouched. Give
me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded, I shall be waiting in the forest."
The Death Eaters, hearing their master's amplified voice, stirred with excitement and anticipation. Their faces were illuminated by the eerie green glow of the spell as they exchanged glances filled with malicious glee. The night was alive with the murmurs of their dark expectations.
The voice of Voldemort boomed across the grounds of Hogwarts, echoing off the ancient walls and sending shivers down the spines of those who heard it. Students and teachers alike exchanged nervous glances, knowing that Voldemort's demand spelled trouble.
Harry stood up "Well that took long enough, didn't he?" He stood up and draped the cloak of invisibility on his shoulders, but it didn't turn invisible, before handing Ron his wand "goodbye."
Ron nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Goodbye, mate. Take care of yourself."
"No, Harry, you can't do this alone!" Hermione's voice was choked with tears, her hand reaching out as if to pull him back.
"Yes I do, because the death eaters are only not allowed to kill me, no one else will be safe, you're probably able to fight your way through but that will distract him from me," Harry replied, his voice resolute. "Besides, this is my fight. It's always been mine."
Dumbledore's expression softened, understanding the weight of Harry's words. "Very well, Harry. But know that we are all behind you, every step of the way."
With a determined nod, Harry turned and strode out of the Great Hall, the cloak billowing behind him. His heart raced with a mix of fear and determination as he made his way towards the Forbidden Forest.
In the hallway the D.A stood in weight lined up against both walls, and as he passed them they saluted.
As Harry stepped into the Forbidden Forest, he hummed "My Mother Told Me" to himself, the melody a fleeting comfort amidst the looming darkness.
As he ventured deeper, the shadows grew thicker, the ancient trees closing in like solemn guardians. But Harry pressed on, his thoughts consumed by the looming confrontation ahead.
Suddenly, a voice shattered the forest's silence, chilling in its familiarity.
"Beautiful song to be singing before your demise, Potter. Not that either of our mothers spoke much to us, did they?"
Voldemort emerged from the shadows, his pale, serpent-like features twisted into a sneer of contempt. His red eyes gleamed with malice as he advanced toward Harry, his wand hand poised with deadly intent.
"Shall we pick up where we left off in the graveyard, Potter? Shall we cross wands?" Voldemort taunted.
"Sorry, didn't bring mine," Harry replied calmly.
"Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you can challenge me without a wand? How naive."
"Stop stalling," Harry retorted, his voice unwavering despite the tension crackling in the air. "If you want this to end, let's end it. Face to face, no tricks."
Voldemort's amusement faded into a cold sneer. "Very well, Potter," he conceded, lowering his wand slightly. "No tricks."
Harry's heart pounded as he closed the distance between them, his resolve stealing him for the inevitable confrontation.
Voldemort's lip curled in disdain. "You are brave, Potter, but bravery alone will not save you."
Harry met Voldemort's gaze with defiance. "Enough talk, Tom."
Voldemort's eyes blazed with fury at the use of his given name, but Harry stood firm, every nerve poised for action.
"You talk too much," Harry added, his voice firm and resolute. "Just say it Avada Kedavra."
"A sudden flash of blinding light erupted out of Harry's hand, hitting a tree next to Voldemort, splintering it into a thousand pieces. The force of the blast sent debris flying in all directions.
"Did you just do the Killing Curse without a wand?" Voldemort asked
"I think so."
"It's a shame I have to kill you," Voldemort hissed, his wand twitching with anticipation. "You could have been a valuable asset to me, Potter."
"I would tell you that I will see you in Valhalla, but there is not enough human left of you to die, is there?"
"Avada Kedavra."
Opening his eyes, Harry found himself standing on a vast rainbow bridge , stretching across the horizon. He recognized it instantly as Bifröst, the bridge connecting the mortal realm to Asgard, the realm of the gods.
"Hail, Master of death."
Harry turned to see a figure clad in regal armour approaching him, their presence radiating power and authority, the horn on his hip telling who he is.
"I watched you journey through the trials and tribulations of the mortal realm, Harry Potter," Heimdall said, his voice resonating with a deep, rumbling timbre. "Your bravery and determination have earned you a place valhalla, but you can go back."
Harry's heart swelled with pride at Heimdall's words, but he knew there was still work to be done. "I appreciate the offer, Heimdall, but I can't rest until Voldemort is defeated once and for all."
With one shove Heimdall pushed Harry off the bridge.
Opening his eyes, Harry found himself flying through the air.
Harry blinked, trying to orient himself as he soared through the sky. The world rushed by in a blur of colours and shapes until he finally managed to focus on Magni, who was holding him by the hand like a robber would hold a bag of money
"Welcome back, Harry. I like your new look," Magni said with a hearty laugh, his voice carrying a warm, jovial tone.
"What?—"
Magni rocketed to the gate of Hogwarts, and slammed into the ground.
The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground as Magni landed with a resounding thud, his small form creating a crater upon impact. Harry staggered to his feet, his senses reeling from the sudden transition.
As Harry stumbled forward, trying to regain his balance, Hermione and Molly Weasley rushed forward to embrace him. Hermione's arms wrapped tightly around him, her voice choked with relief and emotion.
"Harry! You're back!" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes brimming with tears as she held him close.
Molly Weasley joined in the embrace, her motherly warmth enveloping him. "Oh, Harry dear, we were so worried!"
"I'm okay," Harry reassured them, his voice filled with determination. "We have to finish this."
"What happened to you, your hair it's all black?"Molly Weasley said.
"As are the whites of your eyes?"
"What?”
Hermione handed him a small mirror, and Harry examined his reflection with a mix of surprise and understanding. His hair, which had been gold since birth, was now a sleek black, just like the whites of his eyes.
"What... how..." Harry muttered, barely recognizing himself.
Hermione placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Harry, what happened up there?"
"I died," Harry admitted. "But I came back."
Hermione and Molly Weasley looked at each other.
"And you knew, why didn't you tell me?"
Hermione's face fell, and Molly Weasley looked away, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and guilt. Harry's gaze fixed on Hermione, waiting for an answer.
Magni stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. "It wouldn't have worked if you knew, Harry. Your sacrifice had to be genuine."
Harry laughed, the sound of his laughter surprising everyone around him.
"What was it like?" Hermione asked softly, her concern etched deeply into her features as she searched Harry's eyes.
"It was... beautiful," Harry repeated softly, his voice filled with wonder. "I was on Bifröst, the rainbow bridge. Heimdall was there. He told me I could stay, that my bravery had earned me a place in Valhalla."
"And you chose to come back," Hermione said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry nodded, his eyes meeting hers with unwavering certainty. "I had to. Voldemort... he's still out there. The battle isn't over yet."
"Catch," Magni said Magni tossed a wand through the air, and Harry instinctively caught it.
Harry looked down at the Elder Wand in his hand, its ancient wood thrumming with power. The sight of it sent a shiver down his spine, a reminder of the immense responsibility and the perilous road that lay ahead.
Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon and darkness descended upon Hogwarts, the stage was set for the final showdown.
The defenders of Hogwarts stood like a napoleonic wall formation , their resolve unwavering despite the looming threat. Dumbledore stood at the forefront, his presence commanding respect and instilling confidence in those around him.
And there it was a grotesque sea of creatures, the nightmarish army of Orcus, supplemented by Voldemort's forces.
"Open fire," commanded, his voice cutting through the tension-filled air.
As the nightmarish army surged forward, the defenders of Hogwarts unleashed a barrage of spells, and curses upon their foes. The air crackled with magical energy as spells collided with dark creatures, illuminating the battlefield with bursts of light and explosions.
Dumbledore was thrown around a fire storm like in the cave.
The patronuses of Moony, Fangs, Padfoot and Prongs were scaring off the Dementors, running through the air.
Lily and James were helping in the firing line but when something got too close one of them twitched and the creature was cut into pieces.
Magni was walking casually in the no man's land, catching projectiles and spells, thrown at vulnerable defenders with ease.
Out of nowhere a group of witches and wizards on broomsticks suddenly appeared above the battlefield. They were led by none other than Minister of magic
The basilisk was eating through the horde, Fawkes sitting it's head guiding his blind friend as it weaved through the throng of enemies, striking down foes with lethal precision.
"Kill the Phoenix!" Voldemort hist in parseltongue.
Suddenly, a roar echoed through the battlefield as the basilisk reared up, and bit down on fawkes.
The basilisk spit out a mouth of ash, and roared in rage before charging Voldemort with newfound ferocity, but he never made it to Voldemort.
"Avada Kedavra."
The basilisk's body convulsed as the Killing Curse struck it, its massive form collapsing to the ground in a heap. Voldemort's eyes gleamed with triumph as he turned his attention back to the battle, the Wand of Orcus poised for more destruction.
Dumbledore, battered but undeterred, rose from the flames, his eyes ablaze with determination.
"I brought a friend for you to play with, Dumbledore," Voldemort's voice sneered, slicing through the cacophony of spells and roars.
Dumbledore's gaze hardened as he faced Voldemort, his wand steady in his hand. With a swift motion, he summoned a formidable entity—a Skull Lord—its ghastly visage twisted with faces that Dumbledore knew too well.
The Skull Lord bore the haunting countenances of Ariana, Aurelius, and Gellert Grindelwald, their faces etched with accusation and pain.
The Skull Lord hissed, its voices intertwining in a haunting chorus, "Your fault, Dumbledore. You killed us"
Dumbledore's expression remained impassive, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of sadness and regret. The Skull Lord's accusation cut deep, dredging up memories and remorse that had long haunted him.
The Skull Lord's faces contorted with sorrow "can you do it again- /my friend /my love/big bro/ - all the heads spoke at once?"
Dumbledore stood resolute, his demeanour unwavering even in the face of the haunting apparition. His voice, calm yet filled with a deep sorrow, cut through the chaos of battle. "I have done what I believed was necessary, for the greater good and for the sake of all."
"Was I necessary, do you need to rule the world more than you loved me?"
Dumbledore's expression softened momentarily, a pang of anguish crossing his face at Ariana's words. His voice, though still firm, held a deep sadness as he responded, "Ariana, you were more precious to me than any pursuit of power. You were my sister, and I loved you dearly."
"Deeds not words, die for me," The Skull Lord said, losing a bone spear at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly as he deflected the bone spear with a swift flick of his wand, the projectile disintegrating into ash before it could reach him.
"We could have saved them," Grindelwald's voice echoed, each word dripping with accusation and regret.
"Gellert, we made choices that led us down different paths. I cannot change the past."
"Because my consciousness abandoned me."
The Skull Lord shot another bone spear at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore spun on his heel, his robes billowing as he swiftly countered the second bone spear with a silent shield charm, deflecting it harmlessly away. His eyes bore into the Skull Lord with a mixture of determination and sorrow.
Dumbledore : "You dont blame me for the past, you told me."
The Skull Lord's faces contorted with sorrow as Dumbledore's words echoed across the battlefield. They seemed to waver, as if struggling with conflicting emotions and memories. The atmosphere around them crackled with magical energy, spells and curses still flying amidst the chaos of battle. Dumbledore, though weary from the prolonged conflict, stood with unwavering resolve, his gaze steady on the apparition before him.
"And sister I have visited you on the other side and you too have forgiven me, even if you don't remember me."
The Skull Lord's visages shimmered with a faint light, as if touched by Dumbledore's words. Ariana's face softened, a glimmer of recognition passing through her eyes.
"Albus ," she murmured softly, her voice a whisper in the tumultuous air.
The apparition of Aurelius Grindelwald hesitated, his expression momentarily faltering before regaining its spectral composure.
"Dumbledore," he said, his tone less accusatory, more introspective.
Gellert Grindelwald's face, too, seemed to soften, the lines of bitterness easing slightly as he regarded Dumbledore with a gaze that held remnants of their shared past.
Aurelius: "Dumbledore did any of your sacrifices help anyone."
"Dumbledore," he began, his tone measured yet tinged with regret, "I cannot claim that every sacrifice I made led to the outcomes I hoped for. Some were necessary to prevent greater harm, but others... I have questioned deeply over the years, Aurelius."
Dumbledore pulled the deluminator out of his pocket and held it aloft,"I will let you convince you," the Deluminator clicked and out came a pair of Obscuruses."
The Skull Lord recoiled, its many faces contorting in terror and anguish as the Obscuruses emerged. The dark, writhing masses of energy swirled and pulsed with a raw, destructive power , their presence causing the air to hum with malevolent energy.
The Obscuruses surged forward their dark tendrils reaching for the Skull Lord, who writhed in visible agony. The haunting visages of Ariana, Aurelius, and Grindelwald twisted in torment as the destructive entities closed in on them.
"In the end I was free!'' The Skull Lord's final cry echoed through the battlefield, a poignant blend of anguish and release. As the Obscuruses enveloped it, the amalgamation of souls and dark energy writhed and pulsed, before finally disintegrating into a mist of ash and shadow. The spectral faces of Ariana, Aurelius, and Grindelwald dissolved, their expressions softening into peace before vanishing completely.
Voldemort's lip curled into a sneer as he faced Harry, his crimson eyes filled with malice. "Harry, is there something different about you?"
Harry's eyes, cold and steady "You know who I am,"
Voldemort's sneer widened, revealing his sharp, snake-like teeth. "Ah, yes, the chosen one," he mocked. "Come to fulfil your destiny, have you? To die at my hand, just like your parents?"
Harry's expression remained impassive, though a flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes. "I have already been dead," he replied cryptically, his tone quiet yet filled with a steely determination.
Voldemort's gaze narrowed, his crimson eyes narrowing as he regarded Harry with renewed interest. "Explain yourself, Potter," he demanded, his voice a low hiss.
Harry took a step closer, his demeanour calm yet intense. "Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, my mother's protection stolen, so when I chose to die, I could choose for you to take my place, or the horcrux in my scar."
Voldemort's eyes widened slightly, a glimmer of comprehension flickering across his face. "You... you sought me out to destroy the Horcrux within you," he murmured, his voice betraying a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
"No I had to be ignorant, I came to the forest to make you vulnerable with the cost of my own life."
Voldemort's face twisted into a mask of fury and confusion. "You willingly walked into death, hoping to make me mortal?" His voice was low, trembling with rage.
Harry nodded, his eyes never leaving Voldemort's. "Yes, a small place, everything considered."
Voldemort's anger was palpable, the air around him crackling with dark energy. "You fool," he spat, his voice seething with contempt. "You thought sacrificing yourself would be enough to defeat me?"
"Enough words, if it's not in Latin I do not want to hear."
Then, with a swift, fluid motion, Voldemort raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" he hissed, the words laced with venom as the killing curse shot forth, a bolt of sickly green light aimed straight at Harry.
"Power Word Kill."
The clash of green and white versus red and black lit up the battlefield in a blinding flash. Harry and Voldemort were locked in a deadly duel, their wands connected by a stream of pure magical energy, each one pushing against the other's force. The air hummed with tension, the raw power of their spells creating shockwaves that rippled outward, causing the ground to tremble beneath their feet.
Voldemort's eyes blazed with fury and determination, his snake-like features contorted with effort. "You cannot win, Harry Potter! I am the master of death!" he snarled, his voice a mixture of rage and desperation.
"That would be funny, if it wasn't so sad, I have seen a shart of your soul, it was in agonies I could not imagine."
Voldemort's face twisted with fury as Harry's words pierced him like daggers. "Lies! I am eternal! I am invincible!" he screamed, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
"I have literally never lied to you, and you know it."
The magical energy between their wands intensified, the streams of light swirling and colliding with explosive force. Voldemort's fury was palpable, his face twisted in a mask of rage and desperation as he poured all his power into the duel. Harry, by contrast, remained calm and resolute, his determination unwavering.
"But you are not beyond saving, be a man, conjure up some remorse ,mend your soul before it's too late."
"You dare speak to me of remorse?" Voldemort's voice was sharp and mocking, yet there was an undercurrent of uncertainty. "There is no salvation for me, Potter. I am beyond such trivial sentiments."
for a moment one of the eye sockets of the orcus wand started to glow blue and the (orcus wand) spoke up "well said,'' and Voldemort's spell was disrupted, faltering for a crucial instant. The green light of Avada Kedavra sputtered and died as Voldemort faltered, momentarily stunned by the unexpected interruption.
The Dark Lord barely had time to react as the spell struck him squarely in the chest, and then it was over, the light in His eyes went out as Voldemort's body fell lifelessly to the ground, the battlefield fell silent. The air seemed to still, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. Harry stood, breathing heavily, his wand still raised where Voldemort had stood moments before.
Magni approached Harry, his expression solemn yet respectful. "The word has been given," he said quietly, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "The Prophecy has been fulfilled."
As hundreds of ships dropped camouflage and revealed themselves, and opened fire on the remaining dark forces.
Magni stepped closer to Harry, his expression reflecting a mix of relief and solemnity. "you know brother, I was only planning on taking half of this with me, but they were so eager to help you, I just couldn't say no."
Magni's words echoed in Harry's mind, and he turned to his half-brother with a mixture of gratitude and weariness. "Thank you," he said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of everything they had just endured. "For everything."
Harry's gaze shifted to the ships hovering above, their sudden appearance a stark reminder of the allies who had rallied to their cause. "They came," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "Just in time."
Magni nodded solemnly "If it wasn't for the stupid prophecy we would have done this year ago."
Harry turned to Magni, his eyes reflecting the countless emotions swirling within him. "I just wish..." he started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words.
"I know, but you can go to sleep now."
As he dozed off the last thing he heard were the voices of Ron and Hermione calling his name fading into the background as Harry's consciousness drifted. Exhausted from the battle and the emotional turmoil that had consumed him, he allowed himself to succumb to the embrace of sleep.
Harry blinked awake in the dimly lit Hospital Wing, his mind still foggy from the aftermath of battle. As his senses gradually sharpened, he realised he was not alone. Thorvjörn stood nearby, his expression a mix of solemnity and concern.
He found himself alone with Thorvjörn.
"Son, I would name you my reaper, it's not an enviable title, nor is it the best you can do, but if you do you can spend your days with them."
"Reaper?" Harry repeated softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at Thorvjörn, seeing the earnestness in his eyes. "What does that mean?"
Thorvjörn stepped closer, his gaze steady. "Voldemort is not the only one who seeks out unnatural methods for immortality. As my reaper, you would stop them. But more importantly, I shall receive part of all your deeds, slowing down your apotheosis and allowing you to stay among your friends and loved ones for longer."
"Apotheosis," Harry murmured, the weight of the word heavy on his tongue. "Becoming a god-like figure."
"We can only slow it down, but together we can slow it and grant you many years of peace and happiness among your loved ones."
Harry considered Thorvjörn's words carefully, his mind still processing the enormity of what had transpired. "And if I don't accept?"
"Then I shall greet you as an equal, as the Conquering Emperor to the Master of Death."
"I solemnly swear," Harry began, his voice steadier now, "that I will do everything in my power to protect your empire and its people from those who would seek to harm them, to preserve the peace and uphold the sanctity of death for as long as I can."
The door slammed open, And everyone burst into the room and when Harry looked back
The door burst open, flooding the Hospital Wing with familiar faces—Ron, Hermione, and a few others—each wearing a mix of relief and concern. Harry glanced towards the commotion, grateful for their presence amidst the lingering haze of battle. However, when he turned back, Thorvjörn was nowhere to be seen, as though he had vanished into thin air.
"Harry!" Hermione rushed forward, her voice filled with both relief and anxiety. "We've been so worried! How are you feeling?"
Ron followed close behind, concern etched deeply on his face. "Mate, you had us all scared there. Thought we lost you."
Harry managed a weak smile, though exhaustion still weighed heavily upon him. "I'm okay," he reassured them, his voice hoarse. "Just tired. What... what happened after Voldemort?"
Hermione exchanged a glance with Ron, their expressions reflecting the gravity of recent events. "It's over, Harry," Hermione said gently, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "You defeated him. For good."
Ron nodded solemnly. "Yeah, mate. You did it. He's gone."
"Listen," Harry continued, his tone firm and unwavering. "Hear me, my D.A, spend the next few weeks with your friends and families. Celebrate our victory, because Voldemort is gone, but it is not over. I want this planet free of all dark lords and ladies in four years."
The room fell into a thoughtful silence, the gravity of Harry’s words sinking in. Hermione squeezed his hand gently, her eyes filled with both pride and resolve. "We’ll do it, Harry. We’ll make sure the world stays safe. Together."
Ron nodded, his usual bravado softened by the weight of their shared history. "Yeah, mate. Whatever it takes, we’ve got your back."
Molly Weasley, who had been standing quietly in the back of the room, stepped forward "Not for one more year there is school."
Ron: "Mom, the last year is optional."
"Yes but Ginny is in her sixth year."
"Very well made that one year."
"Ron, can I have my wand?"
"Of course, Harry," Ron said, reaching into his robes and handing Harry his wand. "Here you go."
Harry grabbed the elder wand and put them end to end with his own.
As Harry combined the wands, they seamlessly melded into a single staff, their energies intertwining with a faint glow. Sensing something was missing, he reached for the Sword of Gryffindor from the nearby cabinet. Placing it atop the staff, the metal of the sword seemed to meld with the wood of the wands, transforming before his eyes into a scythe blade.
Hermione gasped softly, her eyes widening in recognition. "Harry, that's..."
In the dense jungles of Brazil, Ron carefully navigated through the underbrush, his senses heightened and his team following closely behind. Hermione's voice crackled softly through his earpiece, her tone focused and precise.
"There should be an entrance to the underground temple 50 metres ahead of you. Can you confirm?"
"Confirmed," Ron whispered, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement.
"Check the area for civilians and evacuate if negative," Hermione instructed.
Ron nodded to himself, his grip tightening on his wand. "Understood. Moving to secure the area."
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