Mothers Tarot Cards, Loving thy enemy, and a scar

Every one think Gillian from a different site that took the time and the patient mind to beta for me. Also i cant help but thank my readers for keeping with this story. I also would like to say that this was sapose to be the last chapter unless the majority of you reviewrs wanted and epilouge but it was getting very long and i wrote the last line in this chapter that practically screamed stop here so i did.

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On one last note i'm sorry for the lack of even a hint of smut in this chapter.


“Time to wake up, Mr. Potter,” came a voice as Harry’s eyes fluttered open.

“Where am I?” the raven-haired savior asked, looking around confused at his unusual surroundings before spotting the scrawny Divination teacher.

“You’re in the North Tower, Deary. Now, you need to get up and eat something before the battle,” said Trelawney, like she was an aunt looking at her favorite nephew.

“Ugggh,” Harry moaned, sitting up and stretching.

“Sleep well?” Professor Trelawney asked.

“Surprisingly, yes,” said Harry with look of peace crossing his face until his eyes widened. “Oh God, what time is it?”

“Relax child, you have about an hour yet before the Duel is scheduled. Now, you need to eat to make sure you’re at your best when you face He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,” said the scrawny Professor, pointing over to the table they sat at last night only now it was laden with breakfast items.

Harry went over, sat at the table, grabbed some toast and started to nibble at it. Meanwhile, the little Divination teacher went about making herself a cup of tea. Right before she took her first sip, she said, “You better eat more than that or else I will charm the food to fly towards your mouth, Mr. Potter.”

“Surely, you can’t expect me to be eating like a starved man, Professor?” said Harry.

“NO, I don’t, but I do expect you to eat a decent breakfast,” she replied. Harry was about to retort but was cut off. “If you don’t, not only will the food feed itself to you but it will also make train and other embarrassing noises.”

Harry instantly filled his plate until he saw a satisfied look cross his Professors face. They started to eat in a peaceful silence. As Harry finished his breakfast, he studied the room that had been the bane of his existence since third year with a new light. The room, which in all of his experiences had been huge and overwhelmed the occupants with heat and the sickly sweet scent of overbearing perfume. Now looked a fourth of its normal size fire flickering happily in its grate giving off a cheerful light, along with just a hint of sweet chamomile perfume, and very little, if any, heat. The windows, which had before been covered with many layers of cloth to blot out all light, now stood open with all but the top most layer of the thinnest transparent silk covering them, while not obstructing the view of the grounds as the last rays of moon light filtered in, bathing the room in light tinted blues and greens. The lamps, which had been just as layered as the windows, currently wore only thin pieces of red and pink silk, adding their own hues to the room, creating a breathtaking sight.

“It’s really beautiful like this,” Harry finally stated, not taking his eyes off the room or the grounds that were appearing rapidly into shadows as night faded and dawn approached.

The teacher looked up from her tea to her student, who was looking out at the view. “Yes it is, isn’t it? It is one of the reasons why I demanded this as my classroom, so I could look at it every day while I was preparing for classes.”

“Why don’t you keep it like this during the day, all exposed and such?” he asked.

“Appearances, Mr. Potter. The wizarding world expects those of us who possess second sight to be mysterious and recluse, not normal people who are taken by beautiful views,” she replied calmly but with disdain in her voice.

“Well, Professor, with all due respect, I think it’s about time you screw appearances and be yourself. I personally think that Divination by moonlight and candlelight, while exposed to the outside air, is quite more appealing than being locked in a hot, stuffy, smelly room,” stated Harry proudly.

At this, the small woman’s smile broadened, “I believe you are right, Mr. Potter. The time has come, as you so elegantly put it, to ‘screw appearances.’ I think I may just do that - hold my classes like this in an airy, comfortable classroom, exposed to the stars, and this will take place on your first class after the battle, I think,” as she said this she peered over at Harry over her thick glasses. “I presume you have thought about that and know what you’re going to do?”

“Yes,” Harry simply replied.

The scrawny, wire-haired, witch looked at him expectantly. “Well? What is it?” she asked.

“Something that you know worked when I don’t die,” Harry replied, staring at his teacher unblinkingly.

Professor Trelawney just smirked and looked at the window to see the moon finally disappear from the horizon. “Very well, Harry, keep your secrets, but I suggest that we make our way to the Entrance Hall if we are to make it in time for your duel.” With that, she stood up and descended through the trap door with Harry following.


They slowly descended the floors of the ancient stone castle in silence until Professor Trelawney stated, “You seem nervous, Mr. Potter.”

Harry replied, “Of course I am, I would have to be a fool not to be.”

“Why?” asked the Professor.

“Well, because I don’t know… maybe because I could die!” hissed Harry, shocked that his teacher was asking such stupid questions.

“Ah, yes could, but won’t,” replied Trelawney, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“How can you be so sure?” asked Harry.

“Well, let’s see, Mr. Potter. First, I’m a seer, or did you forget? Two, your cards told you that you would be victorious, and, did you happen to notice the moon before it disappeared?” she asked.

“No, I didn’t forget, I just overlooked it. As for the cards, I remember you saying in class that they are not set in stone. And, lastly, how does a bloody red moon support I will win? If anything it means that I’ll die,” said Harry.


“Ye, you are right on both of those last two accounts, Mr. Potter, except that’s why I asked you if you noticed the moon, because it wasn’t red anymore,” said Trelawney.

“What, how, what does that mean?” asked Harry, confused.

“When a blood red moon changes back to its normal state it means that whoever the moon was foretelling about dieing reversed their fate and will no longer die. I watched as the moon changed while you were in your dream quest. As you see, Mr. Potter, you will not die today,” she stated with an aura of infinite wisdom.

“As sure as you may be, will you do me a favor, just in case I don’t make it?” asked Harry solemnly.

The Professor’s easy going demeanor faded to one of soberness. “If it is with in my power, it will be done.”

“I just want you to deliver a message. Tell this person that I love them with my heart, body, and soul. And tell them that I’m sorry that I failed to save them and tell them myself,” said Harry in a voice that could melt the hardest hearts.

“It would be my honor, Mr. Potter. Just tell me who and will be delivered if you do fall,” said Professor Trelawney, bowing her head slightly.

“It’s..”

“Harry!” two voices screamed.

Harry looked in time to see a blur of brown bushy hair bail in to his chest, “Harry, we were worried about you,” cried Hermione.

“Harry, mate, where have you been?” asked Ron, running after Hermione.

“Guys, I’m fine, or at least I will be as soon as Hermione stops crushing my ribs,” Harry said in a slightly pained voice.


Squeak “Sorry, Harry! I’m just relieved that you’re alright,” said Hermione, before enveloping him in another bone-crushing hug.

“Hermione, can’t breathe,” gasped Harry until she let go.

Right after Harry was released, Ron socked him in the arm. “OW! What was that for?” cried Harry.

“For not telling anyone where you were, or that you were safe, you stupid git,” said Ron.

Harry was about to retort, only to have Hermione delivered a sharp smack to the exact same place. “Hey, what was that one for?” asked Harry, rubbing his sore arm.

“I thought you deserved it,” Hermione simply replied.

Before the argument could progress further, Professor Trelawney, absent of her mysterious tone stepped in, “MY apologies, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, I owled Mr. Potter to report to my room immediately, I did not mean to cause so much trouble. However, I think that we should continue on to the grounds,” as she pushed the three students along.

After a period of silence, Ron leaned into Harry’s hearing and whispered, “What’s up with Trelawney, mate, where is that creepy tone of hers?”

Harry simply replied, “It’s an act, Ron.”

“See, I told you she was a fraud, Ronald,” whispered Hermione.

“Actually, Hermione, the spooky voice is the only thing that’s an act. The rest is very, very real,” said Harry.

“How do you know all of this, mate?” asked Ron in a hushed tone.

“It’s a very long and complicated story, Ron,” Harry replied.

Any further conversation on the matter was silenced, as they reached the emerald, manicured lawn that lay between the castle and the forest. There was already a crowd of Aurors, Order members, and other supporters of the Light at the nearest end of the giant square that was roped off for the duel. At the far end, masked and unmasked Death Eaters were gathered, leaving the whole length of the dueling area a barren no-man’s land. As they made their way to the edge of the Light group, the spectators parted to make way for their savior. At the end of the human tunnel, stood Professor McGonagall and the Minister himself.

“Thank you for finally joining us, Mr. Potter. We were afraid something happened to you when we could not find you,” said Professor McGonagall in her usual stern tone and rigid posture.

“It’s completely my fault, Minerva. The boy was doing some last minute preparation in my room, and I completely lost track of time,” said Professor Trelawney.

“Very well, Sybil. Follow us, Potter,” she said sternly, as the Minister and herself turned around and started walking toward the center of the field.

“Good luck, Harry,” muttered Ron and Hermione as Harry started across the level field between McGonagall and the Minister.

By the time Harry and his escorts made it to the center of the field, Voldemort was already there, with Lucius Malfoy, waiting patiently, while Bellatrix was slowly shifting from foot to foot in anticipation on her master’s other side. “About time you got here, Potter. I was starting to think you had gotten scared about facing my master and ran off,” said Bellatrix, her face contorted in a sneer.

Harry simply pretended not to hear the sadistic madwoman.

At this, Bellatrix eyes glowed with delight. “Aw, has wee Potty lost his tongue as well as his sense of punctuality? Maybe I can teach you a lesson in both,” she said in a baby voice, while her sneer changed to a maniacal smile as her hand inched toward her wand.

“I was simply stopping to enjoy life, Bellatrix, maybe if you did the same you wouldn’t be such a madwoman, although, I don’t think anything, even magic, could cure that ugly face of yours,” Harry replied icily.

As Professor McGonagall fought to keep her stern composure Bellatrix snarled, “Why you snot nosed brat, it’s about time someone taught you a lesson in manners.”

Before she could even reach for her wand, Bellatrix Lestrange was flat on her back from the tripping jinx Professor McGonagall had thrown at her, who at once stashed her wand. Harry quickly thanked his professor, who merely nodded before he turned to address
Voldemort for the first time. “I thought you had more control over your lap dogs, Voldemort.”

Voldemort’s red slit eyes just looked at Harry before his snake-like features contorted into an evil smirk. “Indeed, Harry Potter, I thought so as well,” he said before turning to Bellatrix, “You will be punished later, Bellatrix, for speaking out of turn.”
Bellatrix, who had just collected herself from the ground, paled while the anticipation and anger vanished, only to be replaced by complete and total fear. “Y- Ye- Yes, Master,” she whimpered.

“Now, that is taken care of. Do you have any special request for this duel?” he asked keeping his eyes on Harry.

“Yes, actually, I do have a couple, if it is not too much trouble,” said Harry, keeping his voice civil.

“As long as they are not too outrageous, I think we can work something out,” Voldemort hissed.

“Well, first, no seconds, I wish for us to finish this,” said Harry sternly.

Voldemort simply nodded his bony head and replied, “Agreed, I would settle for nothing less, Mr. Potter.”

“And secondly, I wish for both of our sides that are present to make an Unbreakable Vow that they will not resist the winning side and will help stop others who are,” said Harry.

“That will not be necessary, I will make sure my followers keep their word,” hissed Voldemort.

“I’m sure you will, but I don’t believe your followers will hold up their end of the bargain if you are not around. I also feel that way about some of my side as well,” said Harry coldly.

“You’re quite sure of yourself, Mr. Potter, and you’re confidant that you will win, otherwise you would never have challenged me to this duel. Now, tell me why you are so sure I will not simply attack you?” questioned the Dark Lord, his blood red eyes flaming. “After all, the vast majority of my followers are here with me, and you have only a handful of Aurors here, the majority of the rest are no match for my trained Death Eaters,” he finished as an ashen hand drew his wand. Upon seeing their master draw his wand, all of the Death Eaters followed suit.

The majority of the Light supporters, however, left their wands when they saw their savior’s hand not even twitch toward his own. Harry simply stared at the Dark Lord, barley glancing at the wand pointed at his chest. “You really want to know why I’m so confidant that you won’t lead a full out assault?” questioned Harry.

At this, Voldemort’s horrid face smiled cruelly and he nodded yes.

“First off, you gave your word, you claim to be a pureblood and if there is one thing you’re bound to, it’s the pride of your word. Second is that we have something that I guarantee will render you incapable of fighting,” said Harry with a hint of nonchalance.

“Oh really?” asked Voldemort, with a look of evil glee, “I wish to test that second theory, Mr. Potter.”

“Of course you would,” said Harry, cracking a grin of his own.

Before Voldemort or any of his servants could make a move, Professor McGonagall had raised her wand. “Adficio,” she called in her stern voice. The ground beneath their feet was white, and Voldemort and all his supporters fell to the ground like they had been de-boned.

“What magic is this?” Voldemort hissed out from his position at the raven-haired teen’s feet in barely a whisper.

Harry’s emerald vision pierced the Dark Lord’s scarlet one as he said, “It is one of the castle’s most ancient and powerful enchantments, it dates back all the way back to the founders. As you know, Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago, and it’s common knowledge that, at that time, the wizarding world was just as unstable as the muggle one, filled with war and violence. Especially being this far North, they had to make sure that the inhabitants would be safe from the fierce Viking wizards; this was their secret weapon in case the teachers and other defenses had failed or they could not break off siege. It is a strong enchantment that drained beings of the magic and kept their life force bound to all those who wished to cause harm who sought refugee within with the permission of either the Lord or Headmistress of the castle when it was active. Luckily, though, it had never been used until now, and it soon fell out of knowledge except for that of the Master of the Castle and the Headmasters, and soon only the Heads were left as the Masters were thought to have been lost. As you see, Voldemort, it is the Light that has the advantage, not the Dark.”

At this, the Minister stepped up and growled drawing his wand, “Ha. Not so tough now, are you, Voldemort? You won’t be ruling over anything.”

As the Minister drew his wand, so did about a quarter of the Aurors that were there. Before he could advance any further, Harry stepped in front of the Minister’s wand and said in a calm voice, “You will not do anything, Minister.”

“I understand where you’re coming from, boy, with the prophesy and all, but this is Ministry business, so step aside,” ordered the Minister

“No,” Harry said stubbornly.

“Potter, I order you to move or else I will hex you out of the way!” the enraged man screamed.

Quicker than lightning, the Minister of Magic found himself at the end of Harry Potter’s wand, the fourth of the Aurors who had drawn there wands rushed to help their superior but were stopped at the wand point of not only the other three-quarters of their fellow Aurors, but also every other supporter of the Light. The Minister sputtered, “What do you think you are doing, Potter? This is treason.”

“No, Minister, what you are trying to do is treason,” said Harry icily, “For you gave your word that you would let me finish this, and you have broken it. This going against the oldest wizard laws, not even Death Eaters dare break their word, for it goes against wizard pride.”

“I will see that you are sent to Azkaban for this, Potter,” he shouted.

“No, Mr. Minister, I believe you will be the one in Azkaban on breaking a Wizard’s Vow,” said Harry, looking over at the Light supporters. The Minister’s gaze followed and his face fell as he returned his gaze to the Savior of the Light. “I also revoke your amnesty at this castle and all those who tried to break this Vow,” he said waving his hand at the red-faced man, who instantly crumpled to the ground, along with the Aurors who tried to come to his aid. He turned back to Voldemort and waved his hand again, allowing the Dark Lord to get to his feet before doing it to his servants.

Voldemort just stared at the young man before him before lowering his wand to his side. “Very well, Mr. Potter,” he said calmly. “We will take the Unbreakable Vow.”

Harry’s eyes widened in shock at the Dark Lord’s change of heart. “What made you change you mind?” he asked.

“You defended me when you swore protection,” he stated simply. “You held up your honor and word as a Wizard, I am obligated to do what must be done to insure my end of the bargain.”

“Bastard, you have no honor,” came a rasping voice.

Both leaders looked to find a struggling Minister of Magic crawling for his wand. Harry stepped forward and kicked it out of his reach. “He has more than you, Minister. At least he has enough decency to keep a promise.”

The defeated man looked up at the two opposing figures and glared with pure hatred. “Just one question, Potter, how can you control this enchantment if it is only under the control of the Headmasters or Masters of the Castle? You are not the Headmaster and you said it yourself, the Masters of the Castle died out long ago,” he snarled.

“No, Minister. I said it seemed like they had died out,” said Harry, looking down at the man in disgust. “The Masters of the Castle were thought to have died out. They are the descendants of the founders, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, seeing how stuck up the wizarding world had become, married into muggle families and eventually converged creating my mother and my aunt, and Gryffindor followed suit until my grandmother married into the Potter line, making my father. They didn’t know about any of this and then they had me, then the first time Voldemort cast the killing curse at me and it failed he transferred the Slytherin blood to me, hence making me a Slytherin heir and heir of all four founders making me the soul Master of the Castle. Luckily for me most of this was documented in the Potter Vault and what was common sense. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a duel to start and finish, Minister,” finished Harry, who nodded to the Headmistress, who levitated the Minister and started to walk back to their side of the square. Harry turned back to Voldemort, “Well, shall we get this Vow over with?”

“Very well, Harry Potter,” hissed Voldemort as he raised his wand and looked at his minions. “Do it now!” he hissed, somehow his soft voice carried over to the Death Eaters and there were flashes of red light as they made the vows. He looked back to the raven-haired young man before him, “It is done.”

Harry just nodded and looked over at his supporters and once again nodded his head. At once, everyone except for the Minister and his Aurors who were on the ground, their magic and energy bound, drew their wands and identical flashes of light came as they murmured, “I swear upon my magic that I will follow the orders of the victor of this duel.”

Voldemort put his wand into the starting dueling position, “Shall we have this duel now, Mr. Potter?”

Harry readied his wand, like Voldemort and inclined his head. “Very well, let’s begin,” he said as they faced each other, each taking 10 paces back.

Scarlet gaze met emerald as they both bowed at the waist, never taking their eyes off each other and they slowly rose up. Voldemort instantly drew his wand at the teen’s chest, Harry’s wand, however, stayed limply at his side as they started to circle around one another.

“Harry, you stupid git, raise your bloody wand!” Ron screamed.

A vile grin spread across Voldemort’s snake like features and said, “Yes, Harry, for once Mr. Weasley has said something smart and you should raise you wand, or are you finally prepared to die?”