Mothers Tarot Cards, Loving thy enemy, and a scar

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A Scar, Part II

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 your wand, or are you finally prepared to die?”

Harry just stared into the glowing red eyes of his opponent for a moment before giving a visible sigh. “Actually, Tom, Yes. Yes, I am ready to die,” he said in a calm voice.

Voldemort’s eyes went wide with shock. “Wh-wh-what!?”

“You see, Tom, I finally realize that love is the answer to end all this,” said Harry calmly, “You have never had anyone love you or do anything for you out of love, but now I do, I will die for you, Tom, and for everyone else I love.”

“Hmm, you’re a bigger fool than Dumbledore, boy,” hissed Voldemort. “You could have been a powerful wizard. I wasn’t lying when I said that seven years ago when you had the Sorcerer’s Stone. It really is a shame to have so much potential wasted, but it can’t be helped. AVADA KEDAVRA!” The green light made its way toward the teen boy but as it made contact the spell simply vanished leaving the boy still standing unharmed.

The Dark Lord fell to his knees and clutched his bony hand over his chest and gave a violent scream in pain. “What magic is this, boy? My chest feels as if it’s being torn apart!”

Harry calmly walked over to the withering snake-like man. “This is love Tom, true unconditional love. You truly died long before you came to kill me 17 years ago; you died the day you closed your heart off to love, making it unable to feel anything but hate and greed. By me willingly sacrificing myself for you, your heart can’t take the purity of it, it will banish all the evil in your heart, but since your heart is nothing but evil it will defeat you as well and leave nothing but the real Tom Riddle behind,” said Harry, looking down at the pitiful creature. “The magic of love is cleansing you but the magic of the Horcruxes is fighting it. Your life is over, Tom, but your soul, or what’s left of it, will survive total destruction,” Harry finished leaning down and kissed Voldemort on his forehead as loving relative would have done.


As soon as Harry’s lips touched his skin Voldemort let out a shriek of pain. Immediately a white light flashed, blinding everyone. When it cleared, the only things that were left where the Dark Lord had been were his robe and wand. The onlookers stood there, stunned, for a moment at what they had just seen.

At the same time, both sides broke free from the spell of shock and ran toward the center of the fighting arena. Hermione launched herself into Harry’s broad chest and cried, hugging him tightly, “Don’t you ever ever do that again, Harry!”

Ron encircled them both and hugged them close, sandwiching Hermione between them. “Seriously, mate, you gave us a scare.”

“Come on guys, I’m fine really, and I knew what I was doing the whole time!” Harry proclaimed as he returned Ron’s giant embrace with one hand while trying to comfort Hermione with the other.

“NO, NO, NO, you didn’t you went in there blindly with nothing more then your fingers crossed,” cried Hermione harder into the front of his robes.

“It worked, didn’t it? No harm done,” said Harry.

“That’s not the point, mate. The point is you leaped into death’s arms and you were damn lucky. Just don’t do anything like that again, alright?” said Ron.

“He’s gone, guys. We won’t ever have to worry about him again; the wizarding world can sleep peacefully,” said Harry, relaxing.

“The only place you’ll be sleeping peacefully Potter is in the grave!” a voice shrieked.

Harry twisted from his friends embraces to face Bellatrix Lestrange, clutching her wand and pointing it at the teen’s chest. “Lestrange, you gave an Unbreakable Vow to abide by whichever side won,” said Harry, disengaging himself from his friends and putting himself between them and the crazed women.

“HAHAHAHA,” cackled Bellatrix, and replied in a fake baby voice, “Ah, is poor wee Potty mad because the big bad witch lied? Well, consider this a lesson, Potter. Life’s not fair,” she said raising her wand.

“You won’t get past the first syllable, Lestrange,” replied Harry confidently.

“Really, Potter? Let’s see. Av… AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” screamed Bellatrix, clutching her arm.

Harry looked at where the crazed women was clutching at her pale forearm. Her mark was burning black against her pasty white skin. Suddenly, the outline of her mark started to glow an acid green, and the blackness started leaking from the mark burning and shriveling skin as it made its way across Bellatrix body. Bellatrix’s voice hit an ear piercing pitch before it cut off abruptly as the blackness enveloped her head and throat last, and the glowing outline of the dark-mark dissipated, leaving her resembling an unwrapped mummy fixed forever in an eternal scream.

“This is what will befall you all if you try and go back on your word!” said a young bodiless voice.

Instantly, there was a state on confusion. Everyone was looking around where the voice had emanated from until Harry spoke. “Who are you? Show yourself.”

“I’m right here,” said the same disembodied voice, both sides looked at where the voice was coming from, near the charred body to see a shimmering piece of air. Slowly, the shimmer started to become visible and take the form of a translucent little seven-year-old boy in baggy clothes clutching a teddy bear close to his chest.

“Who are you, child?” asked Professor McGonagall, walking next to Harry who was staring transfixed at the child.

The child looked back with dazzling hazel eyes and clutched his battered old teddy tighter and frowned sadly. “I am all that is left of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Please call me Tommy.”

“What do you mean ‘all that’s left’?” asked Hermione.

Tommy turned his gaze to Hermione and gave her smile that made his face look cherub-like. “You were always the inquisitive one, Hermione; I was always shocked to see you weren’t sorted to Ravenclaw, but to answer your question: I am the subconscious part of Voldemort. I was the little angel on his shoulder steering him in the right direction. Then, once he came here and discovered his heritage, he stopped listening to me more and more, his conscious state of mind morphing him from Tom Riddle to Lord Voldemort. By the time he had opened the Chamber and unleashed the Basilisk on the school, I could do nothing; his conscious state was too corrupted for me to have any positive influence. By the time he created his first horcrux, I had managed to collect all that was left of Tom the boy and once he tore his soul to make the horcrux, I was able to seal us off from the rest of his soul protected from the corruption, essentially making Lord Voldemort and Tommy myself two separate entities. And now that Harry has destroyed and purified Voldemort, only I remain.” Tommy turned from for the light side to face the Dark. “You have made you decision on which side of this battle you support, and have given an unbreakable oath to put your fate in the hands of the out come of this final battle. Well, you have lost, and your great Dark Lord is gone forever. Now, you must uphold that vow and abide by whatever the leaders of the Light wish to do with you for your crimes, if you try and fight it you will face the same fate as Bellatrix Lestrange,” he stated before he started to fade away.

“Wait, where is Voldemort?” asked Harry.

The small boy regained his previous ghostly form and answered, “Voldemort is where all evil ends up. Hell, purgatory, limbo - whatever you call it - he is there paying for his crimes.” The boy slowly walked up to Harry and looked him in the face, meeting the savior’s brilliant green eyes.

“Where will you go now?” the raven-haired savior asked.

“Somewhere where I can watch over you with them,” replied Tom looking back to where he had first appeared.

Harry followed his gaze and there for three places in the air started to shimmer and take form until he saw the smiling transparent faces of his parents and godfather. “How are they here after all this time?” Harry asked finally looking back to Tom only to find the transparent ghostly face and the rest of his had transformed into a solid with olive colored skin.

The boy once more gave an angelic smile and replied, “The powers that be thought you would enjoy seeing the beings that have guided you all this time. And before you ask I became tangible so I can do this.” Tom stepped forward and hugged the teenager around the middle. “Thank you for finally defeating Voldemort. I thought I would never be free,” he said, tears misting his hazel eyes.

Harry, after a moment of shock, bent down and returned the young lad’s warm embrace. “It was no trouble at all. I’m just glad that everyone made it out alive.”

Tom placed his mouth closer to the young savior’s ear. “All of us know of your true desire, Harry, and I’m sure even now you have realized it after the dream last night. Your parents, Sirius, and Dumbledore wanted to let you know that they support you and approve they have a great heart and mind,” Tom said before releasing the embrace and backed toward the other ghosts. As he reached the other three, he shimmered once more to intangible form to stand between James and Lily clutching his bear.

“We just wanted to let you know how proud we are of you son,” said James, looking at his Harry.

“And that we will continue to look after you, Harry,” added Sirius grinning brightly.

His mother turned to the crowd until she spotted Professor Trelawney. “Thank you so much Professor for watching over my beautiful son.”

The mousy professor took a step forward and replied, “It was the least I could do my dear girl.”

The red head nodded and turned her emerald gaze to her son. “Always remember, Harry, that we love you and even though you won’t be able to see us, we are always here watching over you. Goodbye, my dear son,” Lily said.

“Thank you all, you will always be in my heart and my thoughts,” replied Harry, green eyes tearing over. All four ghosts nodded and slowly faded away completely. Harry looked over to the crowed that had gathered in a tight circle. “Kingsley,” he yelled.

The tall dark man stepped forward. “Yes, Harry.”

“Gather your people and start rounding up the Death Eaters, the Minister, and his Aurors and transport them to Azkaban,” he said before turning to the Dark supporters. “You will all be going to Azkaban to await your trial, and yes, you will receive a fair one.”

Harry’s orders were instantly carried out as more Aurors flooed in from the castle to help take away the prisoners and the former minister. Harry was overseeing the transport when he felt a slender grip around his firm stomach embracing him from behind. “Ginny, not now there’s work to be done,” he said in an annoyed tone.

“But Harry you’ve done your part, let the Aurors take care of it,” she whined. “Let’s tell my family and Hermione about us getting married, Harry, I’ve already told them there’s something important we need to tell them and they’re on their way here to meet us.”

“You did what?!” Harry yelled, breaking away from Ginny’s embrace to face her.

Ginny’s face instantly fell to one of complete sadness and distress. “I’m sorry, Harry, I just figured that after this whole battle that we would want to tell everyone about the wedding!”

“What wedding,” asked Harry, “We’re not even engaged!”

“I just kind of figured. It was obvious, I mean, we’re perfect for each other,” replied the redhead.

“BUT I DON’T LOVE YOU GINNY! AT LEAST I DON’T LOVE YOU IN A WAY A HUSBAND SHOULD LOVE A WIFE! I DON’T WANT TO MARRY YOU GINNY!” Harry yelled, looking at Ginny.

Behind Ginny someone cleared their throat causing Harry to look up and Ginny to turn around and look. There behind Ginny was Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasley family. Instantly, Ginny’s chocolate eyes misted up looking seeing all her family hearing her being rejected by the boy-who-lived. Almost instantly her chocolate venerable eyes hardened into hatred as she turned on the raven-haired boy.

“How dare you, you stupid, despicable, scar headed, wanker?! How dare you shame me in front of my family and the whole wizarding world?” she screamed.

“Ginny, calm down, you’re making a scene,” said Harry soothingly.

“Calm down! Calm down! I am calm and I’m not making a scene!” Ginny screeched even making her mother wince. “You’re the one making the scene, by leading me on and refusing to marry me like any decent human being. There’s someone else, isn’t there?”

“No, Ginny, there is no one else. I just don’t think we are right for each other. Now, please, lower your voice.”

“Who is it, Potter, at least give me a face to hate for stealing away my true love! And I’m not acting immature, Harry James Potter,” Ginny ranted before looking over Harry’s shoulder. “And why haven’t they arrested you yet, you Death Eater swine. Aurors! Aurors! Arrest these two this instant.”

Harry turned around to see the fair hair of Draco Malfoy and the dark greasy face of Severus Snape, and two Aurors to arrest them. “Stop. These two are innocent of all charges,” he said and at once the two Aurors broke off. “You may go round up true Death Eaters, gentlemen,” Instantly, they disappeared into the crowd.

“Innocent! Innocent! How can they be innocent? Snape killed Dumbledore, for God’s sake, and Malfoy helped him,” raved Ginny.

“Actually, Ginny, Snape saved Dumbledore’s soul because I later discovered that the potion he had consumed to get the locket was slowly turning him into an Inferi and he would have been in a state of neither life nor death. As for Draco, he is the one that helped me devise this plan to destroy Voldemort and he is also the one that delivered Voldemort my challenge endangering his life. Did you get that scroll I requested?” asked Harry, looking at the duo.

“Yes, we did, Mr. Potter,” replied Snape.

“We delivered the scroll containing all the names of the families that Voldemort either had und a spell or was blackmailing to Kingsley,” replied Draco.

“Good, thank you both for what you have done,” said Harry.

“Ha! Snape good? Draco Malfoy, the incredible bouncing ferret, helpful? Is there anything else you would like to share with us, Harry?” Ginny asked with a snarl.

Harry took a deep breath before glaring at the suddenly obnoxious girl, who took a small step back. “Actually, yes, I do have one more thing to share with you. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Hermione and all the rest you have been the closest thing to a family that I have had and I hope you’ll still love me for who I am, but I understand if you don’t,” Harry finished, before returning his gaze to the duo and focusing in onto those steel grey eyes.

Harry slowly walked up to the fair haired Slytherin prince, never once moving his emerald eyes from those steel grey pools. Harry finally reached the young blond stopping only when they were toe to toe. Harry watched as those usually hardened eyes turned into pools of rippling emotion going from caution, to wonder, to confusion, and finally just before Harry closed his eyes he saw them switch to realization as Harry tilted his head to the side and brought his lips to meet Draco’s while wrapping his strong arms around the young dragon’s firm belly. All was still for a moment as Harry’s lips still connected with Draco’s and the young blondes eyes remained open, before time started again once Draco closed his eyes with pleasure, wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller raven, pulling him closer, and returning the kiss. They finally broke their kiss but not their embrace both breathing heavily.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you to do that, Harry,” Draco whispered huskily, looking into those emerald orbs.

“And I don’t know why I didn’t do it before,” replied Harry returning his gaze, while entrapped in the feeling of his embrace, that was so much better then the dream’s.

“I can’t believe this, Harry!” screamed Ginny. “Not only is there another person but it’s not even a girl, it’s a boy! And not just any boy, it’s Malfoy! How long have you been seeing each other? All those late night excursions these past seven years, were you really just sneaking off to his bed, you little slut?” screamed Ginny.

Loving grey eyes were ripped from dazzling green and became colder then arctic ice as Draco disentangled himself from his new found love to face the Red Headed Banshee. “Are you deaf as well as dumb, Weaslette? We just got done saying how long we’ve been waiting for that embrace. So, no, we have not been sleeping together for seven years, and I swear, if you call my Harry one more name, I’ll…”

“You’ll do what, ferret boy?” hissed Ginny, getting right into the blonde’s face.

“This, you stupid wench,” seethed Draco, before punching her straight in the face, knocking her out cold.

Harry came up and put his arm around Draco’s lean waist and rested his head on his strong shoulder. “Like I said, I’ll understand if you don’t support my decision,” he said, looking to the Weasley family.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and spoke. “Harry, dear, you’re like another son to me. You are always welcome among us.”

“Of course you are, my dear lad, and you can be sure Ginny’s going to be severely lectured about her rude behavior,” said Mr. Weasley.

“Really it’s no shock, mate,” said Fred.

“Yea, no kidding, Harry. We had had a running bet to see in which year you two would hook up. Oh and speaking of which Fred you owe me Five galleons,” replied George.

“Mate, you’re my best chum we’ve been though thick and thin and this is no different,” said Ron with a smile.

“Oh please, Harry, I’m the sharpest witch of our age, do you really think I didn’t see this coming? Oh, and actually George you and Fred owe me 50 galleons each,” said Hermione with a smile.

“You three were betting on me and my love life?” asked Harry raising an eyebrow.

“Hee hee, the thing is Harry, it just wasn’t us. It was kind of…” started Fred, with an embarrassed smile.

“The whole Tower,” finished George with a matching smile.

“So, the WHOLE tower was betting that I would hook up with Draco Malfoy?” asked Harry.

“Well, there were a few girls that had their money on Ginny, but most of us kind of figured you batted for the other team, mate,” said George.

“So, not only were you betting on who I would choose but also my sexuality!” Harry hissed, narrowing his eye before his attention was pulled to the blonde next to him as he was pulled closer to Draco.

“Come now, Harry. Don’t be too harsh after all they were correct weren’t they,” said Draco with a loving smile gracing his lips.

“Yes, but still it’s the principle of the thing,” retorted Harry as he unconsciously pouted.

The young blonde’s smile just widened as he leaned down and put a small chaste kiss on the raven’s warm sweet lips. “Better?”

Harry’s eyes drooped halfway closed and his mouth twitched into a small smile. “Much,” he replied.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” said a soft voice.

The two teens looked up to see Professor Trelawney standing next to Ginny’s fallen form and the rest of the Weasley family with a small smile placed on her slightly wrinkled face. “Yes, of course. Professor, how can I help you?” said Harry.

“Nothing really, Mr. Potter, it’s just… I figured that I… you might like to have these,” said the scrawny Professor, producing the box that Harry knew contained his mothers’ Tarot cards. “After all they are, by right, yours. May they always bring you luck.”

Harry unwrapped his hand from Draco’s waist, leaving one of Draco’s arms around his own; he tenderly accepted the case and started at it in awe. “Thank you so much Professor you don’t know how much it means to finally have something of my mother’s,” he said, looking up at the old women’s face only to see a mischievous grin that could make the twins shudder. “What did you do this time, Professor?”

“Oh, nothing bad, Mr. Potter, but you’ll find out in about in three, two, one,” counted the mousy women.

Emerald eyes widened as she reached one he felt the all too familiar tug at his navel and looked at his new found love to see a similar expression was worn on the usually indifferent face. “Professoooooorrrrr!” he screeched as he and Draco were whisked off by the portkey.

“Where did you send them, Professor?” asked Mrs. Weasley in mild concern.

“Oh, don’t worry, Molly dear, I just sent them to a lovely Villa on that is on the coast of the Mediterranean that the Potters have owned for centuries. A perfect location for a well earned vacation and a perfect opportunity for Harry and Mr. Malfoy to get… acquainted with each other,” replied the mousy women before looking down at the sprawled out redhead on the ground that had a little cut above her eye. “And what are you going to do when your daughter wakes up?”

“We don’t know Professor; she will just have to accept Harry’s choice. She also has to realize we aren’t going to cut Harry out of our lives just for her convenience. With the way she was acting, I can’t say I blame the poor boy. Maybe she will have change of heart and move on by the time they get back,” said the plump redhead.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen, Mum,” replied George looking down at his sister.

Fred nodded in agreement. “Yea, I mean Malfoy may be poof but he can throw a punch that cut. Looks like its going to leave a scar.”


A/n

And that my dear readers are how I think A scar originally became the last two word in Deathly Hallows. I hope it didn’t disappoint. I don’t think I’m going to do an epilogue but I may eventually do a short sequel to this if I ever feel the notion. Thank you to all my readers.