Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Lord of the Rings.

A/N: Sorry I took so long everyone. I didn't slack off, for once. But this chapter has become longer and more complicated than I had originally planned. I hope you enjoy it!

Anyway, it's pretty much unanimous! We have cameo appearances in this chapter! Awesome! They are only from the worlds mentioned in the previous chapter, except one, who I added in for pure fun. Technically he's not from a fantasy world, but it's a popular franchise that deals with supernatural elements, and he's a popular character! So here we go!

Chapter 24: The Final Battle

All over Great Britain, over two dozen fake Galleons turned hot in their owners' pockets. While no one in the D.A. regularly checked their coins anymore, a few still carried them around out of habit. It was those people who immediately got the message, and made preparations to get to Diagon Alley as quickly as possible.


Meanwhile, preparations for battle were also taking place in the world of the dead. As Harry and Aragorn met other souls on their tour of the city, they helped get the word out that help was needed. They found that many souls were more than willing to take up the fight. Some, however, were a bit more reluctant.

"Me?" grumbled one man, "Oh of course. It's always me everyone comes to for problems! I thought I'd escaped it when I died and came here! It was always, 'Phineas, will you meet with the school board?' 'Phineas, I found this student rummaging through my office. You're the headmaster, I thought you should punish him!' Not that I don't mind correcting young people when they deserve it, but it was his office…"

"Hang on," said Harry, "Phineas Nigellus?"

"Yes," said Phineas, "Do I know you?"

"I know your portrait."

"Oh really? And how did you come to know my portrait? Are you in Slytherin?"

"Gryffindor."

"I should have known. Only a bold, heroic Gryffindor would do something stupid such as try to enter the world of the dead…"

"Let's go," said Harry, leaving Phineas to complain to himself.

On the other hand, they met up with another old friend from Middle Earth: King Théoden. He congratulated Aragorn for having successfully led his people into battle at the Black Gate, and for their role in vanquishing Sauron. He was more than happy to help them now in any way he could.

Meanwhile, Aragorn experienced his own emotional reunion. He had just managed to find his own parents, Arathorn and Gilraen. They were overjoyed to see him again, especially Gilraen. The last time she had seen her son, he had been planning to lead a life of exile as a ranger. Now he was the king of Gondor. She was beyond proud of him!

Haldir and Boromir were also doing their part, as promised. Boromir called for a meeting, asking as many souls to show up as possible. Everyone in the city could. They gathered together and listened as he explained the situation. "My friends!" he called out finally, "This is why I am asking you for this favor: that you come with us, return to the world of the living, and help purge it of the evil that brought many of you here in the first place!" There was a rousing cheer.

Haldir met up with Harry and Aragorn. He was followed by some of his fellow elves, and a group of people who Harry didn't recognize. "These are some former members of the Jedi Council," explained Haldir, "They're from a world known as the Galactic Republic."

"An honor it is, to meet you both," said a small, green little creature, "Yoda, my name is." He bowed. Haldir gestured for the other two to bow back.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Master Yoda," said Aragorn.

"And this is Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Qui-Gon Jinn, and Anakin Skywalker," continued Haldir.

"Will you help us?" asked Harry.

"Of course," said Anakin, "It would be an honor to assist you both!"


In Diagon Alley, members of Dumbledore's Army and the Order of the Phoenix waited for Ginny to speak. Her brothers conjured a giant purple megaphone for her, similar to the one McGonagall had once used. "Attention everyone!" she called out. The alley grew silent. All eyes turned towards her expectantly.

"Er, right," she continued, "First, I want to thank you all for coming. You may not know why you're here, yet, but I know you understand that we wouldn't have called for you unless it was a dire emergency. And make no mistake, we have a dire emergency on our hands." Ginny paused for a moment. What she had to say next broke her heart. "Harry Potter is dead."

There was a complete uproar at this announcement.

"WHAT?"

"How?"

"Did You-Know-Who get him?"

"Was he really the Chosen One? Does this mean we're doomed?"

"EVERYBODY!" Ginny shouted into the megaphone, "PLEASE BE QUIET!"

Everyone shut up. Out of the corner of her eye, Ginny saw that McGonagall, Lupin, and Hagrid looked aghast at the news. Blinking back tears, she said, "I know how horrible this is, but we can't think about Harry right now. Some of our friends have been captured by Voldemort, and he's holding them in Azkaban. We need to go on a rescue mission right now!"

She was met with dead silence, except for a few people who were crying at the news of Harry's alleged death. Finally, Dean Thomas called out, "You want us to try and take on You-Know-Who?"

"That's exactly what I'm asking, Dean," she said, throwing him a look, "Why else do you think Harry started the D.A.?" Some people nodded in agreement, others looked a bit more reluctant.

"So? Will you help us?" asked Ginny. There was a roar of approval.

"Wait!" called Moody, "Who exactly are we rescuing?"

"Ron and Hermione, as well as some new friends of ours." There were more gasps throughout the crowd. "I know," she said, "Don't worry, I'm sure we can do it."

Professor McGonagall pushed her way forward, bringing Hagrid along. "You're going to need boats, Miss Weasley," she said, "Azkaban is situated on a small island. Would the Hogwarts boats for the first years suffice?"

"That's perfect," replied Ginny, "Thanks Professor!"

"Is it true?" whispered Hagrid. His face was pale, and he was shaking all over. "Is Harry really dead?"

Ginny gulped. "I'm afraid so," she said, "Along with our friend, Aragorn."

Hagrid began howling tears of grief. McGonagall laid a comforting arm on him and gently led him away.

Neville appeared next. "Luna and I are going to get the D.A. organized," he told her, "Arwen's talking to the Order, and the twins and the hobbits are getting weapons ready."

"Thanks," said Ginny, "The sooner we get this done, the better off our friends will be. I don't even want to think of what Voldemort's got planned."

Neville winced at the sound of the name, but still managed to smile at Ginny. "Don't worry," he said, "You're doing fine."


"Who else has agreed to help?" asked Aragorn. He, Harry, Haldir, the Potters, and the Jedi were hurrying along to the center of town. Apparently Haldir had some others in mind.

"Well, there's a Dragon Rider visiting, named Brom. He'll be more than willing."

"A dragon rider?" asked Harry.

"They're from Alagaesia," said Lily, "It's a term for humans and elves that are able to ride a dragon. But the dragons are different from the ones you know, Harry. They're intelligent enough to select who they want riding them."

"So we can have dragons on our side?"

"No," said James, "Brom's only visiting. Most of the Riders live in a completely different city."

"We can talk with him later," added Haldir, "Right now, we're looking for someone else."

In the very heart of the city, there was a huge golden manor, filled with beautiful gardens and ponds. There was also a strange, mysterious air to it, which raised the hairs on the back of Harry's neck. Yet, at the same time, it felt wonderfully calm. He wondered who lived here.

Haldir only knocked once. When Harry saw who opened the door, he was filled with emotion and excitement! It was Albus Dumbledore!

"Harry!" he called out joyfully, "Aragorn! You've come at last! I hope this means you've found all the Horcruxes?"

"Yes sir," said Harry, grinning widely.

"Excellent work! I am only sorry that I was unable to assist you."

Harry felt awkward. "Sir, you did your best, you just didn't know about Snape."

Dumbledore waved it aside. "I saw what happened to Severus. But it's all over now." Still, Harry detected a hint of sorrow in his headmaster's eyes. A moment later, Dumbledore was back to his old self. "Come in!"

"Is this your new home?" asked Aragorn curiously.

"Yes it is. Please come in and make yourselves comfortable. I'm just waiting for a friend of mine. He'll be returning any moment now."

Dumbledore's home was just as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. The golden walls were adorned with huge murals of epic scenery, as well as some stained glass patterns which made the rooms more colorful. The place felt warm and comfortable, just like Harry felt a home should be. There was even the faint smell of delicious food wafting through the air.

"Who's coming to meet you?" asked Aragorn.

"A very good friend, who also happens to be the ruler of this world. I think you will enjoy meeting him, though you may be a bit surprised at first."

"Why's that?" asked Harry.

"All in good time," replied Dumbledore. His eyes had the usual twinkle in them. Harry had the feeling he enjoyed keeping them guessing. He wasn't the only one.

"I know who it is!" said James in a teasing voice.

"James, won't you ever grow up?" asked Lily, rolling her eyes.

"No." She gave him a playful punch.

"Now, you're here to ask for help?" asked Dumbledore, in order to intervene.

"Yes," explained Aragorn, "We heard a prophecy saying we would be able to do this, and now we're building up an army. Will you help us?"

Dumbledore laughed at that. "How could I possibly not?"


On a lonely beach, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Frodo, and Sam were escorting people into the boats. Everyone was scared; some people were visibly shaking with fear. But all were determined to help rescue Ron, Hermione, Legolas, and Gimli. The final battle was about to begin.


Meanwhile, at the gates of the golden city, a huge army was starting to form. "Wow!" gasped Harry, as he, Aragorn, and the others caught up with Boromir. "You outdid yourself!"

"Thank you," said Boromir, "It is rather impressive, if I do say so myself."

"Can we summon people from other cities?" asked Aragorn.

"Only if we have enough time," replied Boromir.

"I don't think we do," said Harry, "But I think the people we find here will be fine."

Théoden nodded in agreement, as he scanned the crowd. Suddenly his eyes widened in horror. "Boromir," he said softly, "What's he doing here?"

"Who?" asked Boromir, puzzled by Théoden's alarm.

"Right there."

Boromir followed his gaze, and his face paled. "I don't know," he said, "But trust me, I did not invite him!"

"Who?" asked Harry anxiously, "What's going on? I thought you said there wasn't anyone evil here!"

"Well," said Théoden, "We find him to be the exception."

"I wouldn't call him evil," Haldir spoke up, "But…"

"Who?!" demanded Aragorn and Harry.

"There!" said Théoden, pointing, apparently too disgusted to speak any further.

Cedric looked over, and started laughing. "Who, Jack?"

"Yes!" groaned Théoden.

"I think we're missing something here," said Harry in frustration.

"See that guy over there?" asked Cedric. Harry followed his gaze, and saw a man with long dark hair, tanned skin, and dressed somewhat like a pirate. "That's Captain Jack Sparrow. He's from our world apparently, only he's from a different time period. He's a pirate, and his hobbies include stealing things, manipulating people, and driving Boromir and Théoden crazy."

"Sounds like a nice guy!" said Harry with a smirk.

"We are not bringing him!" said Théoden.

"But we need all the help we can get," protested Aragorn.

"Trust me, Aragorn, he will be more of a hindrance than help," said Boromir.

"I'll talk to him," said Cedric, rolling his eyes and laughing. He returned about a minute later. "It's fine," he said, "He just wanted to know what was going on. I told him how much you wanted him to join us…"

"Cedric!" shouted Boromir.

"…and he immediately said he had better things to do," finished Cedric with a wink.

Boromir and Théoden breathed sighs of relief.


Far away in Azkaban, Legolas glanced out the small window of his cell. His keen elvish sight picked up some shapes from far away. When he concentrated on what he was seeing, he grew excited! "What's up?" asked Ron.

"There's a fleet of boats coming!" replied Legolas, "Ginny, Luna, Arwen and Neville are in the lead one, and Fred, George, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, and Sam are coming too! Your brooch worked, Hermione!" Hermione beamed.

"Are you sure it's them?" asked Gimli, hardly daring to hope.

"I'm positive," replied Legolas, "And it looks like they have the Order of the Phoenix with them as well!"

Ron whooped. "We're getting out!" he shouted gleefully.

"Oh, are you?" asked a cruel voice. It was Saruman. He had come to gloat, only to hear this disturbing news from his enemies. With growing anger, he tossed the cell door aside with a wave of his hand, used his staff to fling the four of them against the wall, and strode over to the window. Sure enough, there was the fleet of boats, just as Legolas had described. Saruman turned to face them, his expression controlled, but undeniably livid. "I wouldn't feel so hopeful, if I were you," he said softly, "You've forgotten that Voldemort and I have an army too!" With that, he flew down the nearest set of stairs to report the news.


"Is that Azkaban?" asked Frodo from his boat.

"I'm afraid so," replied McGonagall. Her face was grim.

Sam gaped. "It's an awfully big prison," he said, "How're we going to find Ron, Hermione, Legolas, or Gimli?"

Frodo started to answer, then stopped. It had suddenly occurred to him that they had no plan after they arrived at Azkaban. Ginny had just instructed them to attack. "We'll figure that out when we get there, Sam," he said finally.

It wasn't long before that time came. Everyone docked their boats, turned around, and saw Death Eaters spilling out the prison from every possible exit. They looked quite formidable and ready for a good battle. The D.A. froze. Unsure of what to do next, they looked at Ginny.

However, it was not Ginny who charged first. It was Luna. Without any warning or instruction, she simply raced forward, her wand raised, her silver hair flying out behind her. Neville and Ginny quickly followed, and then Frodo and Sam, and then Merry and Pippin, and the twins, and Arwen, and the Order, and finally, the D.A. They all surged forward, firing spell after spell. Their ferocity startled the Death Eaters so much, that at first they did nothing. But then Voldemort and Saruman appeared, and they snapped back into action.

Locked away in their cell, Ron, Hermione, Legolas, and Gimli did everything they could to try and escape. It was either that, or continue watching their friends in horror, hoping against hope that everything would turn out all right.


Not surprisingly, the first person to start using Avada Kedavra was Voldemort. His spell hit Cho Chang as she ran towards him. Her eyes still burned with anger as she fell to the ground.

Meanwhile, Merry and Pippin had snuck away, and were trying to find the quickest way into the prison without being detected. They had taken it upon themselves to rescue their friends while everyone else was distracted with the battle. They made it through, and raced through the building, searching every cell for a clue.


Meanwhile, in the world of the dead, almost everyone was ready to leave. Suddenly, Gilraen saw someone coming towards the gate. "Albus!" she called, "Someone's just arrived!"

Dumbledore came hurrying forward. His eyes saddened when he saw who it was. "Miss Chang?" he called out, "What happened to you?"

Harry and Cedric glanced at each other, and then dashed for the entrance. "Cho?" called Cedric.

"Cedric!" she shouted joyfully, rushing into his arms. For a long time, both of them were speechless. They simply stood there, hugging each other tightly, which eventually turned into a kiss. Feeling more than awkward, Harry turned away. Dumbledore smiled and winked at him.

"I don't believe it," whispered Cho finally, "What are you doing here, Cedric? Where are we? Am I dead?"

"Yes," said Cedric softly, "But how…?"

"It must've been You-Know-Who," she said slowly, "He was pointing his wand at me, there was a flash of green light, and the next thing I knew, I was here."

Cedric nodded. "That's pretty much what happened to me."

"Wait," interrupted Aragorn, his expression serious, "Where did you see Voldemort?"

"Oh, that's right! I completely forgot! I was with the D.A. and the Order of the Phoenix; we were attacking Azkaban!"

"Why were you attacking Azkaban?" asked Harry.

Cho turned to him sadly, "Voldemort captured your friends, Harry!"

"WHAT?" cried Harry.

"Ginny escaped somehow, and she found us," explained Cho, "We attacked Azkaban to see if we could rescue them."

"When did this happen?" demanded Aragorn.

"Right after you were killed, I expect," she replied.

"Wait, we're not dead," said Harry.

"You're not?" asked Cho in confusion, "But Ginny said you were!"

"She did? Why?" asked Harry.

"I don't know, but if you're not dead, though I don't see how that can be, you need to come back right now! I was only fighting for a few minutes, but I could see that we were going to be overwhelmed!"

"You'll still have the chance to fight again," replied Harry, "We came here to summon an army. They're coming up with us for a short time to help defeat Voldemort."

"Really?" gasped Cho, "You too, Cedric?"

"Yes," said Cedric with a grin, "Do you want to help?"

Cho's expression hardened. "Oh yes," she said fiercely, "I'm not finished yet."


Merry and Pippin raced up another flight of stairs, rounded a corner, and found the row of cells where Ron, Hermione, Legolas, and Gimli were being held. Ron poked his head through the bars. "Excellent!" he cried, "It's Merry and Pippin!"

"Hold on," said Pippin, fishing his pockets for something to pick the lock with. "Merry! I can't find anything!" he cried.

"Er, Pippin?" asked Ron.

"Wait!" said Pippin, "There's got to be something here!"

"But Pippin…"

"I'll check my pockets," said Merry.

"Boys!" shouted Hermione. They looked up. "Just get me my wand over there," she said, pointing to where the weapons were being kept. "I can get us all out myself."

"Oh," said Pippin sheepishly, "That might work too…"


Within a short time, everyone was ready, and the dead army filed out of the city. Harry and Aragorn led them, with their parents, Sirius, Boromir, Haldir, Théoden, Cedric, and Cho. When everyone was out, they walked out a bit further into the field, and then stopped. The crowd parted for Dumbledore and his friend, the one who ruled over this world, and in particular another one called Narnia. What had surprised Harry when he first met him though, was that he wasn't even human. He was a lion named Aslan. However, Aslan appeared to have more power and commanded more respect than any human leader Harry had ever encountered or even heard of.

Aslan walked all the way to the head, where he traced the outline of a door with his enormous paw. "This will take us to Azkaban," he explained, "Are you ready?" They nodded. "Then follow me." He took a great bound forward and disappeared. They hesitated, and then Aragorn went through, then Harry, their parents, Sirius, Boromir, Théoden, Haldir, the elves, Cedric, Cho, the Jedi Knights, Brom the Dragon Rider, Narnians of all sorts, and everyone else who had volunteered to go. Even Jack Sparrow decided to tag along at the last moment, though Boromir and Théoden had no idea, of course.


The Death Eaters were slowly dwindling the number of their enemies, both in the D.A. and the Order. Suddenly, Ron, Hermione, Legolas, and Gimli came running out, followed by Merry and Pippin. Their skills in battle helped turn the tide in the fight slightly.

Voldemort and Saruman, however, seemed to believe their work was finished. They had retreated from the fighting, not wanting to be killed by a stray spell, and they were watching their army with a cruel satisfaction. They were positive that in little time, the Death Eaters would dispose of their enemies.

Suddenly, Voldemort's face got paler than usual. He started to shake all over. "What is it?" asked Saruman. He couldn't possibly see what could stop them now.

But Voldemort did. With a shaking finger, he pointed toward the sea. On the shore, a huge golden lion had appeared. They locked eyes, and Voldemort realized it was unlike any lion he had ever seen. It was intelligent, and it was not on his side.

"How did that get here?" demanded Saruman.

Aslan turned around to see if anyone else had arrived yet. Sure enough, Aragorn and Harry appeared out of thin air. Voldemort saw them, and he fought off the urge to scream! What was going on? Harry Potter was supposed to be dead!

And there were more of them! Quickly, the dead army started to appear, expanding out into the sea. They all let off a soft golden glow, except for Harry and Aragorn, making it even more apparent that this army was no longer alive. But they were definitely ready for battle.

"Cover your ears," instructed Aslan to Aragorn and Harry. They did as they were told, and Aslan let out a powerful, ear-splitting roar that shook the ground, and caused the Death Eaters to fall to the ground in fear. But once the shock wore off, it had the exact opposite effect of the Order and the D.A. Instead, they felt much more empowered, and attacked with renewed energy.

Voldemort and Saruman were trying to keep it together. This was not supposed to be happening. But then Voldemort remembered that he still had a few tricks up his sleeve. "Surgere Humus!" he shouted, holding his wand out over the battlefield.

As the dead army charged forward, a new dead army came up to meet them. Voldemort has summoned his hidden Inferi from the ground, and they began to claw their way out. It was a terrifying sight. Voldemort laughed in triumph as the Inferi started their ferocious attack.

Saruman was not as impressed. "That won't work for long," he said.

"Perhaps," replied Voldemort, "But they will slow them down long enough for me." With another cackle, he Disapparated. Saruman was shocked. Had Voldemort fled?

Meanwhile, the Inferi were being slowly beaten back. The Death Eaters tried to help, but most of them were instantly consumed by Haldir's troop of elves, who were attacking from the side. One of the most terrifying opponents was Dumbledore. When he saw Saruman, he knew instantly who he was and headed straight for him. Saruman decided that now would be a good time to follow Voldemort's lead, and flee. He raced around the prison and out of sight.

But the one who really finished off the Inferi was Brom. He was riding his dragon, Saphira, again, and they were doing serious damage as she breathed magical blue fire on the Inferi. They began to shrivel up and sink back into the ground for good.

All the while, Harry was looking for Voldemort. But Voldemort was nowhere to be found. He did, however, find Ginny. "HARRY!" she screamed, flinging herself into his arms. "What happened? Voldemort told us you were dead!"

"He's fine, Ginny!" said Ron with a grin, "Legolas explained it to us: it was a real prophecy after all, but You-Know-Who didn't realize it!" Sure enough, Legolas appeared to be explaining this to an overjoyed Arwen as well.

Just as the battle was about to be drawn to its conclusion, Voldemort reappeared. He had an evil smile on his face. Harry didn't hesitate, but began making his way toward his nemesis. But suddenly, the air grew freezing cold. Everyone stopped what they were doing as they were each hit with horrible feelings of misery and the worst memories of their lives. That could only mean one thing.

When Voldemort heard that someone was destroying the dementors, he had gone around himself to round up the rest of them. Then he hid them somewhere remote, not far from Azkaban. He had not fled the battlefield, he had simply gone to summon them. It hit Harry then: dementors fed on people's souls. And a large portion of his army was made up of nothing but souls…

All around him, the dead army was looking up at the sky in horror. Hundreds of dementors were getting closer and closer. They had all come to the same conclusion as Harry: if they were attacked by a dementor, they'd be lost forever. Voldemort was laughing. It was a brilliant move.

As the dementors arrived, the dead souls panicked, and many began fleeing in all directions. A few tried to take on this new foe, but they were instantly sucked up and were gone. Harry and his friends desperately tried to hold them back with the Patronus Charm, but there were too many. "Harry!" cried Hermione, "You've got to stop Voldemort! Make him end this!"

Harry had a bad feeling that even if he stopped Voldemort, the dementors would keep coming. But he had to try anyway. With his wand raised, and his sword Valor by his side, he raced after his nemesis.

Voldemort saw him coming, but did nothing. That should have been a warning to Harry, but he wasn't thinking straight. Before he could cast a spell, he was lifted up and flung against the prison wall. He crumpled to the ground, momentarily stunned.

It was Saruman who had done it. He had managed to temporarily escape from Dumbledore. "Good work," said Voldemort, the closest to a compliment that he ever wanted to say. He casually walked over to his fallen enemy. "Petrificus Totalus!" Harry instantly felt his whole body freeze up. He stared back at Voldemort and Saruman, unable to say anything. But it had just occurred to him who was standing there.

"Yes," said Saruman, "I survived, and I've been preparing for this moment ever since I got here!"

Harry had so many questions he was dying to ask, but he did realize now who had been supplying Voldemort with information on Middle Earth and his friends. And speaking of which…

Aragorn had seen what was happening and charged forward to save Harry. It didn't work, unfortunately. Saruman simply lifted his staff, and Aragorn was also slammed against the wall. Voldemort then turned his wand on Aragorn. He glanced at Harry, who was struggling against the charm, and the cruelest smile of all spread across his face. Harry was filled with dread. He knew whatever happened next would be anything but good.

"Crucio!"

Harry fully expected to feel the blinding pain, but he didn't. Instead he was horrified to hear Aragorn screaming and twisting on the ground. Harry felt nauseous. He struggled even harder, but to no avail. Voldemort saw all this in his eyes and laughed.

It went on like this for at least another minute, and would have continued for much longer, if not for the distraction that came in the form of a huge silver eagle. Gandalf had arrived, along with his Patronus.

Keeping all the dementors in one place had turned out not to be a good idea after all. Several local Muggles saw a huge fog that seemed to hover in a certain spot, even when it was sunny out. That was all Gandalf had needed to hear. He realized that this was near Azkaban, and figured out the rest. Now his eagle Patronus was wiping out the last of the dementors.

When Voldemort and Saruman saw this, they felt furious, but also drained. This was all they had left! An enraged Saruman told his partner, "Finish them off. I'll handle Gandalf."

Voldemort nodded, and turned back to Aragorn, who lay on the ground, motionless except for his heavy breathing, and Harry, who was still held in his place.


"Gandalf!" shouted Frodo jubilantly.

Gandalf laughed. "You should have told me you would be here!" he called over, "I could have helped you much sooner!"

"Look out!" shouted Pippin.

Gandalf turned around, just in time to see Saruman racing towards him. He hardly seemed surprised to see him alive. "Time to settle a score, old friend," he said ruefully.


Harry's face was frozen due to the charm, but his eyes blazed with hatred for his nemesis.

"There's no need to look at me that way," Voldemort chuckled, "You probably won't feel a thing. Like I told you once before, I wouldn't know, because I can't die!"

Meanwhile, Ron had been fighting his own rival: Draco Malfoy. He had noticed that one of the Death Eaters was smaller than the rest. As it turned out, Voldemort had sent Malfoy into battle in place of his father. Lucius had been killed when Azkaban was taken over. Ron was able to Stun Draco, when he saw Voldemort standing over his best friend. "Harry!" he yelled. Legolas, who was nearby, heard him and looked around. When he saw what was going on, he dashed toward Voldemort.

Voldemort was laughing in triumph. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" he shouted.

Aragorn groaned and tried to reach for his sword. Harry couldn't move; the charm held him in place. This was it.

It all happened very quickly. Harry saw the green light headed toward him. He could hear, but couldn't quite comprehend, Ron shouting, "NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET AWAY, YOU IDIOT!"

The next thing Harry knew, a shadow had passed over, blocking him and Aragorn from the curse, Ron was screaming in horror, and there was a soft thud as Legolas' body hit the ground.

Next chapter: Is Legolas dead? Will Harry kill Voldemort? How will he even get himself out of his present situation? Will there be a happy ending? Tune in next week for Chapter 25!

A/N: "Surgere Humus" means "Rise from the Ground" in Latin. (Well, actually it means 'rise, ground' but the alternative was 'Surgere De Humus', which definitely didn't flow as nicely!)