He woke up to the sound of retching in the bathroom, his mind clearing instantly. The smell of an English breakfast, in the distance. Frowning, Harry got out of bed, walked into the bathroom where his beloved was currently using the, thankfully clean basin as a deposit for her stomachly goods.

Kneeling, he rubbed small circles on her back, summoning a small glass of cold water, and a damp cloth. Dotting her forehead with the cloth, Harry sighed at her temperature, well above the safe mark that he'd learned in Primary of 37 degrees, at an almost staggering 40 celcius.

She looked at him, her jaundice-like complexion showing on her fair skin. Looking at her in confusion, Harry sighed and said, "stupefy. Wingardium Leviosa."

He could feel her confusion. "Dobby," he said softly. When the elf appeared, Harry said, "make sure Poppy is in her office, I'm in need of her services this morning. Also, make a call to the Ministry and tell them I'm not coming in today, but not why."

The elf eagerly nodded as Harry walked out of the bedroom that the two shared. His travel down the hall was a swift one.

"Mr. Potter, why is the Mrs. Potter hanging at your side like that?" the woman asked. Harry shrugged. Her complexion hadn't cleared much in the fifteen minutes it had taken to get to the Hospital Wing. In fact, if anything, it had gotten worse. Sighing softly, Harry looked at the mediwitch and said, "I'll just go outside, then, shall I?'

Poppy nodded and said, "please, go to class, and tell Minerva that Mrs. Potter is unable to take her lessons today."

Harry nodded and, smiling at his wife, shuffled out.

He was in Defense Against the Dark Arts, later that day, and surprised to see Remus sitting at the desk before them. He was smiling at the students, Harry noticed, and had the lesson plan for the year before him. After looking at each person individually, he said, "Mrs. Potter couldn't be here, so I've been asked to take the lesson for today. My notes say you were going to work on the Patronus Charm today, including it's history, and the effects. So, the Patronus Charm was created in 917 by Lumen Medicus, a Light Sorcerer that saw and hated the effects Lethifolds had on its victims.

Lethifolds are creatures of pure shadow, and can be described as a sheet-like creature that encompasses a person, squeezing the air out of them, and suffocating them. Because of this, Lethifolds are beings that control fear. The Patronus Charm is a spell powered by happy emotions, memories that are compressed and sent as an Avatar of that person. They can be recognized by the glowing, silver that makes up their body, and the safe feeling that a person that sees on can get.

Only one person in thirty-two can cast a Patronus in good, safe circumstances. By the grades I've seen here, more than a third of you can. However, under unsafe conditions, it is considerably harder for a person to cast, and control a patronus. This leads me to my next point, class.

In 1586, the Dementor was first discovered by Nicolas Flamel, who has been stated that it is the creation of Shadow Demon wearing a Lethifold on its back. The Dementor was going after Perenell Flamel, and its affect was staggering. Nicolas did light spells, Lumos Solarem, and other spells, in order to push the Dementor away.

It wasn't until he noticed the Lethifold on the unnamed creatures back, that he cast the patronus.

As you know, a Dementor feeds off of positive emotions, like graduation fron Hogwarts, or winning the Quidditch Cup. The dementor takes those emotions, and feeds leaving only the negative emotions, which are brought to the forefront of your mind, like you are reliving that emotion.

When I first taught the Patronus to a student three years ago, this student had been through so much in his life, and had seen more than other people. So much, in fact, that he felt, and heard, his mother's death every time the Patronus was hear. So many negative emotions, especially strong ones, directed at a person, made him pass out.

Later in the year, this person, who is in this class, cast a patronus that threw off one hundred Dementors.

The patronus acts like a buffet table, or the leaving feast at the great hall. The Dementor isn't hurt by it, but is filled so much that, especially one-on-one, or two-on-one, that the Patronus acts like a full course meal. In that case, the effects lessen, and the victim.... oh... there's the bell. Mrs. Potter says due Tuesday is a thirteen inch parchment on the effects of the Patrous on Dementors, and a description of your Patronus, if you have one."

The class groaned, but Harry simply smiled. "Remus," he said as the last students left, leaving only he, Ron, and Hermione.

The man smiled. "Hey Harry, how's Tonks?"

He shrugged and said, "I don't know... good lesson."

The man smirked, "yeah".

He walked out a minute later, doing the wand jab, and muttering the incantation in his head over again.

As he reached the Hospital Wing, Harry made to step inside when a golden glow surrounded the handle, and a sign appeared that said, "Quarantined."

He frowned and pressed his wand, detecting the spells over the door, showing five separate locking charms, three anti-counter charms, and a Charm done by the Headmistress herself to ensure no one could break it. Harry frowned.

The 10:00 bell rang signalling that the students needed to get to their next classes and Harry sighed. His trek down to the dungeons was one that he wasn't looking forward too. The room was bright, and cheery he thought, though, as he made his way in.

"How ironic, the first potion lesson I've been too, and my wife is in Hospital."

Slughorn was an ugly man, he absently noticed, who always had a smile on his face. He threw this aura of "happy-go-lucky" that made Harry sick, and seemed to capture everyone's attention without really meaning to.

As the man, with his long, emaculate robes, stood to make his first directive of the day, Harry settled back, pulling his quill absently.

"Today," he began, "we will be going over the Wolfsbane Potion!"

That woke him up.

"The Wolfsbane Potion was first completed in 1993 when Albus Dumbledore, may the codgering old fool rest in peace, asked me to make a potion that would dull the Werewolf during the full moon, and allow a member of his staff to actively participate. I knew that it would be intersting from there, as Albus never did things by half. So, I started on the Wolfsbane midsummer, 1 July.

Knowing all I do, which is to say is not much, about Werewolves, I did now that Wolfsbane was poisonus to Werewolves, and silver even more so. But, they were also the only things that could repel a Were, and still let them live if not exposed too much.

So, the first thing I did was find what ingredients would go well with Wolfsbane, and what would not. Dragons blood and Phoenix tears were out, because a Werewolf is a Dark creature. So, I asked a vampire for a drop of blood. Now, as I describe this potion, I want you to make it, following my directions as I speak them.

First, I filled the cauldron one half of the way. It must be pewter, size five. Any more water and the Potion will be deadly, and any less, it won't be as potent.

After that, add the vampire blood and stir counter-clockwise seven times. At that time, add the Wolfsbane, chopped not powdered. At this time, the potion should be a dark puce color, and is highly deadly.

Let simmer fifteen seconds and stir, for five, then let simmer again for ten seconds, stir for ten. Lastly, simmer five seconds, stir for fifteen. At this time, add a vial of powdered eye of newt, which will counteract the venom that builds up from the stiring, and one half a bezoar. If you do not have Bezoar, basilisk venom will work well, because it is a counter-venom for all others.

Now, if you added the Bezoar, add finely chopped tongue of dog, to absorb the rest of the venom and then add one vial of Werewolf Hair, and a vial of your own blood. The better the connection with the Werewolf, the more potent the potion.

Now, if you added the Basilisk venom, you will need to stir again for seven minutes, clockwise, one turn, counter the next. At the end of that seven minute period, add one drop of phoenix tears to counter the basilisk venom, and add three finely chopped vials of Wolfsbane and three Werewolf hairs. Then, add one vial of your blood. Again, the better the connection to the Werewolf, the more potent the potion.

Now, let simmer on low for three days, stiring once every fifteen hours. At this time, both cauldrons should be dark green and really watery. Every time you stir, from now until the potion is complete, the ladel you stir with should stick to the potion like glue. Ah... dismissed!"

Harry sighed and stood, walking out of the room. "Hey Mate," Ron said. Harry turned.

"Where's Tonks?" Hermione asked. "Hospital Wing. I'm going there now to see if I can check on her."

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances. "Alright, we'll stay with you mate."

"Thanks Ron, Hermione."

The two smiled, happy to have been of a small help. "So Harry, are you going to need any help catching up?"

Harry sighed. "I was notified that I didn't need to do the homework, so that's alright, but I do need to catch up in classes."

Hermione smiled. "Alright. I'll lend you my notes. You can study them at night and we'll go over the rest when I see you sometime!"

They neared the doors of the Hospital Wing, which was still locked and charmed against entry. Harry frowned, wondering what was going on. He'd never seen something like this happen before. "Well, looks like we're on watch-duty then, mate" Ron said a bit eagerly. Harry looked at his friend and said, "and?"

"Well," Hermione began. "What was she like this morning?"

Harry shrugged. "Pale, sticky yellow skin, ragged breathing, sweaty. She's been sick but told me it was nothing. I caught her this morning and took her to the Hospital Wing, ever since, she's been in Quarantine."

Ron's eyes widened and said, "bloody hell... Harry... is she d... oof, Harmione, what was that for?"

Hermione's eyes flashed and the tallest Weasley paled dramatically. "Um... sorry bout that mate. She's alright."

Harry shrugged.

The hours passed quietly after that, until Ron and Hermione tettered off, when finally the door opened and Minerva told Harry to come in. The first thing he smelled was the odor. It was strong, musk, like that after a long day's work. The next was the expressions on the faces of Minerva and Poppy, extremely downtrodden, and the last was the sheet hanging around Tonk's bed. He gulpped, his mind going to the most awful scenario first, that she was dead and he reached forward, only to look at the face of his loving wife, a small glow surrounding her.

"What?"

Poppy smiled. "She can't talk. We've placed her under a stasis spell for the time being, that will prevent her body from messing around until she's well. Harry... when certain things change in a Metamorphmagus, the natural reaction of them is to shift that part of their body, so they can keep the shape. This builds up an unnatural amount of magic, and can causes what is known as the Muditio Vis Vires. It's a dangerous magical ailment that can only harm other metamorphmagus or animagus that haven't been through it before. Minerva went through it, and so did your mother. It is two-fold. The first, a naturally occuring power increasing ritual, that will make her stronger, and a way for the Mediwitch to know she's pregnant."

Harry stood shocked. He hadn't heard right. "WHAT!"

Poppy nodded. "Yes, Nymphadora is pregnant. She's six weeks along, and will need to learn not to shift the Uterus around, killing the child within. During the first two months, the Muditio Vis Vires will protect the child, which is what causes the jaundice on her body. After that time, Nymphadora will need to pratice active control over keeping her morph down. She must be stuck in one form to not kill the child, which is what she wants to do."

Harry smiled, "pregnant? I'm... gonna be a daddy?"

The two nodded waiting for his reaction. They weren't disappointed. Soon, a shower of magic burst throughout the room, sending the glass in the room outward as Harry glowed with a golden power radiating off of his body. He ran forward scooping his wife in his arms and said, "Nymphadora Potter, I hereby order you into your base form for the duration of your pregnancy!"

The stasis field came off and Tonks shifted to her natural, beautiful form. Harry laughed as her eyes focused on his, and a small smile crossed her face as she hugged him to her. "You're not mad?"

"Bloody hell not! I'm gonna have a family, I'm bloody fantastic! Party in the Great Hall!"

The two professors paled. Minerva sweat profusely and said, "Poppy, does this scene bother you as much as I?"

The woman nodded, remembering when another of the Potter family men were told of his Wives' pregnancy.

"Like father like son."

Diagon Alley, specifically number 93 Diagon Alley had been in business for just under one month. Sales had increased, and Weasley Wizard Wheezes had taken off faster than Madam Malkins' ever thought.

The surrounding businesses were also suffering, the abuse of war in a time that should have been one of peace was wearing thin the resources of the magical community. So, it wasn't any surprise to Fred, or George, for that matter, when an alarm blasted.

They picked up their wands faster than anything, and ran out, missing the dissolving of Gringotts from view. Other shop owners had erected magical barricades that would keep others out, but trap them in.

"Get them," a Death Eater shouted from behind Fred, and shot a Killing Curse his way. George retaliated with a stunning hex, as the general alarm came and Aurors finally arrived.

The action was heating up, intense and scattered faster than anyone could ever imagine. Aurors from both the America's and from Great Britain were working together to divert the more than seventy Death Eaters that had attacked in full force.

The fire started at 12:35 that afternoon, spreading from Madam Malkins' Robes for All Occasions, and quickly spreading out to Flourish and Blotts. George noticed it first and the Death Eater using his wand to cause such distruction, freezing momentarily at the sight of the child behind the window about to be burned alive. Tapping the upper doorway of his shop, George made the content disappear to a safe holding facility, a security measure in case of attack. An instantaneous, one way Portkey made to ensure the continued survival of the economy.

Fred too managed to tap a doorway, sending Flourish and Blotts away. Several of the Aurors had noticed and made an oblong circle, trapping the Death Eaters between, the two groups, and ordering Fred, or George, to get the others out.

They nodded and pulled out their brooms at once, racing down the street, Fred getting places such as Eyelops, and the Magical Menagerie, and George sending Ollivanders, Quality Quidditch and Fortesques off. They nodded, and finished, meeting in the middle when they tapped themselves, and jerked at their naval, making Diagon Alley all but a ghost town. Tom, from the Leaky Cauldron, that's in London, heard the commotion, and too activated his escape route, as the firey remaints of Diagon Alley burned to the ground.

Hogsmeade wasn't expecting the shift of space that accompanied a massive portkeying of buildings that had never been there before. In fact, if anything, they weren't expecting such ever to be used, as it was an, "In Case of Emergency" type of thing. So, when the entire content of Diagon Alley suddenly made way into the once quit Magical Village, they knew the war had taken a turn for the worse.

The appearance of a large, white building was the final straw, as an emergency edition of the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler sent out, telling of the location shift.

The Ministry of Magic, on alert for a secondary attack, was surprised when the Aurors came back, fifty of the Death Eaters in tow. Remus Lupin, Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, processed the Death Eaters and sent them off to the holding cells, men and women. Shaking his head, he turned to the head Auror on duty, Rufus Scrimgeour, and said, "report?"

"Casualties" he began, "are negative. A business in Diagon Alley responded with extreme prejudice and enacted evacuation measures that I'd never heard about before, sending the buildings off to some other place. Because we were not fighting a two-sided battle, we were able to capture or kill most of the Death Eaters, our concern now should be finding Diagon Alley."

Remus nodded his head as a massive surge of portkey activity appeared over Hogsmeade. He sighed.

They nodded at once, all the while, at Hogwarts, a party had been started in the Great Hall, it had been a good day for the war.

"Incoming!" Madam Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks shouted as the massive surge of magic triggered long set magic in the ground of Hogsmeade. Stores that had, at one time, resided in Diagon Alley, trembled as the inherent magic forced it into place. Patrons from all over Hogsmeade came out too see the commotion, as first, Weasley Wizard Wheezes, then Ollivander's, and Madam Malkin's appeared.

"Call Hogwarts, tell them a surge of incoming wounded will be inevitable! Go!" Rosmerta, a former auror was in her element. As the doors of the various buildings opened, and the hurt, destitue came out of the room, her breath hitched. Children, hair as brown as the darkest chocolate, was matted down with red blood. The sick, elderly, had been evacuated. Suddenly, the ground shook, and at once, a protective magic flushed over the Wizarding Village, as a large, white marble building appeared, with the ancient insignia of Gringotts, it's protective wards covering the entirety of Diagon Alley.

Soon, aurors appeared, wearing the Ministry of Magic insignia, and started running heretofore, trying to set about a sense of calm. Fred and George Weasley, ragged from the running about, and constant magic use, were found knocked out, right outside of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. The aurors that remembered what they did merely tapped something, muttered, "Portus" and sent them to St. Mungo's for treatment of Magical Exhaustion.

Soon, reinforcements arrived. Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick, Pomona Sprout, Horace Slughorn, all bringing help. Poppy Pomfrey was with them, and looked to be carrying a Potion's Case, which transported a large, volatile amount of Potions in a stable environment, so the potions would blow.

"Here" Horace said pouring a healing potion down the throat of the inhabitants of Quality Quidditch Supplies, three children, two adults, six staff and the manager, all of whom bore heavy scar damage, and in the case of one child, a broken rib.

The patrons in Madam Malkin were all the worse for wear, six had a broken leg, while one seemed to have broken the spine itself. Aurors on the spot did a bone removing spell, "Brakium Ummendo," to remove the bone, while Poppy poured Skekegro down the pour man's throat. The woman under him was completely protected, all harm that could have befallen her, or the child she bore, completely saved due to the work of her husband.

Soon, students trained by Madam Pomfrey as nurses arrived, and began giving first aid to those that were hurt. One, Hannah Abbott had the misfortune of finding the one fatality, due to the evacuation, that had slipped and hit her head on the corner of the rightmost shelf of Flourish and Blotts, grasped in her hand the book, Harry Potter's Rise to Power: Battling the Dark Forces"

Soon, followed by the rest of the DA, Harry Potter arrived and began asking if they needed any help. The aurors nodded, as Harry looked over at Minerva, who looked like she swallowed a raspberry at the sight of him.

Soon, Remus and the other cabinet members arrived, and Harry was pulled into an emergency session.

Hermione stayed with Tonks, who couldn't help but smile at the congruity of the magical population. Patroners started arriving, the apparition point now the center of town. The aurors stopped them as they arrived, performing a check of the Dark Mark.

One after the other, a few minutes later, the seven members of Puddlemore United arrived, led by Oliver Wood. He lifted his arms, and smiled before walking through, confident in his team's ability to pass the checks that were being performed. Sure enough, they were clear.

A few minutes after, the Holyhead Harpies, led by Angelina Johnson, came into the clearing and, they nodded to each other, and mounted their brooms.

An impromptu Quidditch Game distracted the onlookers enough that the aurors could successfully do their jobs.

After it was over, the two smiled, and landed, as Harry opened the door.

It was suddenly quiet.

"Three hours ago, my wife found out she was carrying the next generation of the Potter line. Two hours ago, an unsuccessful attack on Diagon Alley was perpetrated, leading to the evacuation by Fred, and George, Weasley, that ended up saving many lives.

I've just been informed that as of one hour ago, Lord Voldemort has declared an open challenge to myself, for possession of the mantle Minister for Magic, with the stipulations as such. Should I win, his life, and magic, are forfeit, signed in magical blood, as well as all that bear the Dark Mark.

Should he win, then my life, monies, and magic are forfeit. I have accepted this challenge. I hereby order all immediate suspension of all magical activities, and the immediate evacuation of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the site of our duel in one week. He thought it prevalent, the sight of his immediate demise that where our ancestors fought a millenia ago.

I also hereby order a contingent of aurors to stay and train myself for a battle against Voldemort, and if necessary, they are to stay and fight the Death Eaters.

I only ask for Aurors that have no family, or ties, to volunteer for this mission. The battle will be over, once and for all, within the next week. Thank you."

The cheer that rang out at this sudden pronouncement rang thoughtout Hogsmeade.

As Harry stood on the length of the Quidditch Pitch at Hogwarts, his mind took him back to the memories that the area acquired, and he was forcefully brought to his first match. And now, this pitch, that served as a basis for so many memories, would stand forever, as the place of the final battle, for that is what this was, a fight to the death. On one side stood Voldemort, in his basilisk hide battle robes, and on the other, Harry Potter, with his dragon hide. On one breastplate, Voldemort shode proudly with the Dark Mark, and the other marking him the heir of Slytherin.

Harry stood magnificently, the insignia of the Minister of Magic, on one breastplate, and the other his house symbol, two lions standing at guard, on either side of a great "P".

It was the last duel of a long, drawn out war. The final battle would be going on either side of the great, powerful, figures.

"Prepared to meet your maker, Potter?" Voldemort asked in an air of supremacy. Harry sighed, looking around as if in obvious confusion.

"My maker?" Harry asks snidely, "obviously my parents aren't here, Voldemort, so I'm not prepared."

The man snarled a moment later as he ran forward and attacked, a dark curse on it's way. Harry barely had time to recognize it, dodging on instinct, anything greenish in color a danger sign if he'd ever seen one.

A moment later, another, bigger curse was coming at Harry, how ducked as it flew over him, a wide arc showing on the wall from spell damage.

He sighed and closed his eyes, concentrating on the plan the Aurors had to win this match. It was thought up by the most brilliant minds of the Aurors, Rufus Scrimgeour, Amelia Bones, Kingsley Shacklebolt.

It was a spell that, once completed, would make any spell other than the three unforgivable curses bounce off of him, and all spell damage would be negated until he gave up.

It was a risky move, but one that would help him, should he win.

As three curses sped at him, Harry let loose with the incantation, "Muncio Consulo!"

As the spells hit him, Harry felt the impact on his skin of the stunning spell, and two Disarming Spells.

He shrugged them off and flew at Voldemort in a rage, slinging three spells in fervent succession. The first, Crudus Demissio, flew from his wand and tore into Voldemort's skin, gushing blood, like a torent from a mighty river. The next, Stupefy, grabbed him in the gut, and the last, Expelliarmuus took the wand from him.

Voldemort would not be detered however. Standing, he reached out his arm, and a second, spare wand flew into his hand, and he said, "now, Potter, the fun begins.

Harry sighed and ducked the sunlight charm that came at him, trying to blind him. As he dodged, a massive surge of magic hit his abdomen, and the air was forced from his body. "Crucio!" The Dark Lord commanded. As the beam hit Harry, his back arched. He bit his tongue, blood gushing from the swollen wound, in his frenzy to not cry out.

"Imperio!" Voldemort said, jabbing his wand. "Drop your wand, Potter!"

As his hand made to drop his wand for the inevitable curse to come, Harry remembered back to forth year and concentrated. Breaking free from the curse, Harry lifted his wand and said, "Stupefy!"

The spell flew at Voldemort, who dodged it completely as Harry made a sweeping motion, and a flow of magic erupted from his wand, throwing Voldemort back, into the farthest wall. The quenching of bones made those in attendance shudder with disbelief. Voldemort, the darkest lord of the age, had used ancient magic to heal himself.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort's voice rang out. Harry dropped to the ground, spinning and shouted, "Macero!"

The curse flew at Voldemort, who jumped over, and said, "Flammamurus!"

A giant wall of fire erupted from the ground, and silently crept. Suddenly, two voices shouted, "Serpensortia!"

The crowd had deafened, as two large boa constrictors crept from the wands of Harry and Lord Voldemort. The snakes looked at the other and jumped, Voldemort concentrated on ordering his snake to attack Harry, the other on using his next spell.

Pulling Voldemort's wand, Harry placed the two of them in the same hand and pointed them at Voldemort.

"Petramilitis!"

The force of the spell coming from brother wands threw Harry back, hitting his head against the stone of Hogwarts. Standing in front of him, though, shrouded in red and gold, was a golem. It was knelt before Harry, who said, "attack!"

It nodded and ran towards Voldemort, it's protective, rock-hard hide absorbing the Killing Curses sent towards it. Sitting down, Harry pointed his wand to where Voldemort would come through after getting hit by the Golem. Placing the brother wands tip-to-tip, Harry said, "Abicio Veneficus!"

It was an auror level spell, used to bind a Wizard or Witch that was evil, and slowly drained their magic. Any rituals, as soon as it was attached firmly, would be destroyed, and the victim would slowly become less magical. After an hour, the magic would be firmly gone.

And, there was no reversal.

"Stupefy!"

Voldemort froze, his limbs becoming like stone. Harry sighed, his shield still up and protecting him from the rain of curses, hexes and jinxes that were coming his way.

Finally, the screams ended, and Voldemort fell to the ground. The Death Eaters that watched were amazed. Finally, a Death Eater smirked, and shot a Killing Curse, hitting the half-blood master Death Eater.

When Voldemort died, a massive surge of magic erupted from the Death Eaters, a black light erupted from their arms, and a humongous dark mark rose into the sky, sending drops of dark rain that fell. Bearing the dark mark was the signal for this potion. For as soon as it hit the death eaters, their magic left them, and their souls rose, going to that next, great adventure.

The war was over.

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