AN: I am not Joss Whedon, I am not Christopher Nolan, and I am clearly not JKR. This chapter has been reworked, re thought out, re planned multiple times. I have tried different drafts, different scenarios of how this story should end. Various versions of the end of this story would probably anger most of the readers who made it this far, and most of the ways I considered ending this story left me feeling as though it just didn't work, as though something was cheated, something was missing, something wasn't right. Then this ending came — and it seemed to fit much better with the rest of the story. Perhaps you'll agree, perhaps not. But it's not as dark as it could have been, not as candy coated as it otherwise might have been either. It is not what was planned even as recently as 2 weeks ago, certainly not what was envisioned when I began writing this story - considering half way through the story I completely changed my idea of exactly how I thought it should end. And here we have it...finally. I hope you all enjoy it. (recently edited to fix errors from rewrite)


Harry was seated at a table on a balcony at a villa, overlooking Lake Geneva, from the southern side. He had looked out over this view for several days, no, weeks he reminded himself. While he knew the view was beautiful, he still felt a pang in his heart as he thought about what had happened just a mere two weeks previous. The glass of wine on the table sat untouched.

His face was blank, expressionless as he tried to hide his emotions. Hermione came up and sat down next to him. She tried smiling at him as she took his hand. Harry turned and looked at her and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I was hoping this might cheer you up," she said to him.

Harry reached out and gently cupped the side of her face. "I know you mean well, really I do."

Then he stood up and walked to the edge of the balcony.

The woman stood up and turned away, holding herself tight, tears started to flow down her face. She then turned and went back into the villa. Harry turned and watched her walk away. He followed her in, as he did so he glanced at the now empty plastic bags that lay on the counter next to an empty vial. The bags that had once contained various hairs. Harry swallowed hard as he walked past her and into the kitchen. He felt his forehead ache as he grabbed a glass of water and a couple of pills. He drank the water and swallowed the pills before heading into the bedroom. He collapsed into a large chair there, as he recalled that day in Barysaw.

— — —

"You can't possibly save them both!" called out Lord Eris.

Harry had then knocked out Lord Eris.

As he moved across the room both women who were gagged seemed to be frantically trying to get him to go for the other one by shaking their heads. Harry had then moved towards Hermione to rescue her, while he pulled out the pistol from the holster on his back and used that to shoot the glass out from the enclosure around Daphne. He had managed to save Hermione by breaking the glass with his foot and then pulling her free. However, just as soon as he did that the chairs the women were in had catapulted upwards. Harry was on his way to save Daphne but he was not quick enough. He collapsed in front of the destroyed enclosure. Only to have arms wrapped around him to hold him and comfort him as he cried.

Harry gathered himself. He stood up and pointed the pistol at Lord Eris, he pulled back part way on the trigger and then he pointed the gun down yet he did not discharge it. Hermione looked around the room, and saw the small table with the two bags of hair and quickly grabbed them. The two of them quickly left the building.

Harry made his way out of the building and he radioed for Sergei. Sergei was waiting for him in the hummer limo. Sergei called for more of his men and then he sent them into the building.

Sergei simply said to Harry, "So, that woman, she is the one who has been my competition. You have done me a great service. It seems I owe you favour, Harry Potter." He smiled and nodded his head.

Harry looked at Hermione and smiled, then he turned back to Sergei. "I ask two things. One, a radio, and two, transportation."

Sergei laughed. "Both are easy. First, I need you to get in the vehicle."

Harry and Hermione climbed up into the Hummer limo. The large car then sped away from the warehouse. Five minutes later they heard a loud explosion. Harry and Hermione turned and stared out of the back window as the flames climbed higher from the building they had just been in. They turned and looked at Sergei. Sergei in turn shrugged his shoulders. "She was competitor for my business. She was also causing trouble for my young friend, no?" He then tapped the headphone in his ear as he spoke to Harry again. "Your other friend, there was no saving her. My men checked. They removed her body before they left though. She can have proper burial."

Harry nodded his head in appreciation. "Thank you, Sergei, that means a lot to us."

Hermione quietly clung to Harry as they drove away. After twenty minutes they pulled over and one of Sergei's men knocked on the door and handed Sergei a satellite phone. Sergei raised an eyebrow as he handed it over to Harry. "I do believe that this will enable you to contact your people. Do you know what number you need to call?"

Harry took the satellite phone and called MI-6. "This is a message for M. Is this Tanner? Nice speaking to you, dog breath. Now, listen up, as I am only saying this once, so you better get this straight. Lord Eris was, in fact, 008. Don't worry about that, she is gone now. All of this was a set up to bring down MI-6 and then eventually magical world. She had blamed the magical world for the death of her parents at the hands of Voldemort. Yes, you really should do a better job of screening who you hire in the future."

Harry turned off the phone and tossed it back to Sergei. Sergei stared at Harry. "They will track that to me, you know."

"No, they won't," laughed Harry. "I think I know you well enough by now."

The two men laughed together.

"Now about this transportation," asked Sergei.

"Yes," replied Harry as he pulled Hermione in close. "We need a plane to take us somewhere far away from here, far away from England, preferably somewhere nice and warm and quiet where no one knows who we are. And where no one cares who we are."

Sergei laughed again. "That will be arranged right away my young friend."

As they headed towards a remote private airport, Harry turned and looked at Hermione. Hermione's body started to shake and tremble in front of him. Harry started to fear what was about to happen. A tear started to flow down his cheek.

Suddenly he heard his name called out from somewhere and he started to look around as he felt confused.

Then Harry felt someone slap his cheek...


"Harry, Harry!" came the plaintive voice.

Harry tried to open his eyes, but found it hard to do. He felt his head was throbbing with a sharp pain in the middle of his forehead. His eyelids felt heavy and he had the sensation of vertigo and the warm sensation of having had his face slapped recently.

"Wake up, Harry," called another voice, "snap out of it!"

Harry's brain tried to place where he was and who was speaking to him. As he started to understand his surroundings, he realised that he was lying in a bed. A very comfortable bed at that. He tried to place the voices. It came to him that the first voice was that of Hermione, and the second voice belonged to Daphne.

His addled mind was having a hard time making sense of this.

"He seems to be having a hard time coming out of it this time," said Hermione.

"I could douse him with an aguamenti spell if you think it might help," replied Daphne.

"It might," added Hermione, "but that really wouldn't be fair to the poor dear. It's not his fault he still has these spells."

Harry slowly reached a hand up to his forehead. He could feel his head throbbing. He blinked a few times and then shielded the light from his eyes. "Is that cursed gem still there?" he asked.

"Apparently," said Daphne softly as she sat next to Harry, gently taking one of his hands in hers.

Hermione rubbed his forehead with a washcloth. "This one seemed much worse than the others. What happened this time?"

"It started out with my sitting on a balcony, on a villa, I think. I was with Daphne, who was polyjuiced as you. Then I started having flashbacks about the rescue. About how I thought it all had gone," said Harry, his voice cracking slightly as he told of what he had been experiencing.

"Have you not been able to recall the actual events ever since that day?" asked a worried Hermione.

"I get some images," stated Harry, "but the false images from the gem keep getting in the way. I thought I had made it clear to the jeweller to remove the enchantments from that stone."

Daphne looked at him and frowned. "Apparently he was more afraid of 008 then he was of you."

"Why don't we just get rid of it, like the last one?" asked Harry.

Hermione frowned. "I did that once for you, and I don't know if I could do it again. It made such a bloody mess."

Daphne looked at Hermione, who then added, "No really, there was blood everywhere, I wasn't using a curse word."

Harry looked to Daphne. "Do it, we need to get it out of there."

Daphne turned back to Hermione, who said simply, "I just used a sharp knife. We cleaned up the blood when we were done. It's not really that deep." She looked back at Harry. "I didn't think about removing it because you said that you had the curse removed from it already."

Harry shook his head slightly, which made him feel a little woozy again. "Just get it out of there already," he said, determined to get this behind him.

Hermione frowned and looked over at Daphne. Daphne got up and left the room.

She quickly returned and looked at Hermione. "Do you want do this, or should I?"

Hermione shook her head and turned slightly pale, "I'd rather not, as I've done that once before."

Daphne smiled wryly. "So, it turns to me." She then turned and looked at Harry who simply gritted his teeth.

"Just do it," he said.

Daphne lifted the knife and shook her head slightly. She slowly raised the knife to his forehead as Harry closed his eyes. She lightly placed the tip of the knife against the scar, then quickly inserted the knife. Daphne made the incision quick and decisively, resulting in an immediate spurt of blood. Harry grunted quietly and grabbed the sheets of the bed with his fists. Daphne then twisted her wrist slightly as she felt the tip of the knife hit the gemstone. The stone then popped out through the incision she had made as blood continued to pour out of his scar.

Hermione immediately cast a healing spell on Harry's forehead as Daphne scooped the stone up with a rag she had brought back with the knife.

Harry let out a slight grunt as the procedure ended. "Did anyone consider casting a numbing charm on my forehead before doing that? Surgeons usually don't perform procedures without anaesthesia." He took a deep breath before he added, "Bloody hell that hurts when you do that."

"Language, Harry," admonished Hermione.

Harry looked at her and rolled his eyes. "Really? You try having someone stick a knife in your forehead."

Hermione leaned over and kissed him on the check. "You've had worse, and we both know it, so now deal with it."

Harry then felt a massive head rush as the memories came back...

— — —

"You can't possibly save them both!" called out Lord Eris.

Harry glared at her, "Don't tell me what I can and cannot do!"

Suddenly there was a loud crash from the far side of the room. A Hummer came crashing through the wall.

Lord Eris turned around and glared at the sight in front of her. "I told you to come alone!" she shouted.

Harry replied, "I don't listen very well. It's a bad habit I developed back in school. Drove my professors mad, it did."

Two men jumped out of the Hummer as Harry drew his wand and stunned Lord Eris. As she collapsed Harry ran to free Hermione from the closest chamber as he called out to Sergei's men to free Daphne from the other chamber. A gas was being released into the chambers and the two women were frantically struggling. Harry pulled out the pistol from the holster on his back and used that to shoot the glass out from the enclosure around Hermione and then he kicked out the remaining glass with his feet and then he pulled her free.

At the same time the two men had managed to break open the other chamber and pull out Daphne. Just after the two women were pulled to safety the chairs in the matching chambers were catapulted towards the ceiling. If the women were still there it was clear that they would have died instantly.

Harry soon had both women hugging him and holding him tight as the gags and binds were being removed from them.

Behind Harry, the Lord Eris managed to wake up and started to stand. She pulled out a gun she had hidden in her robes. However, Sergei had stepped out of the Hummer and saw this, and he immediately discharged multiple shots into her back. Everyone turned around to see the supposed dark lord drop to the ground in a motionless heap as a pool of blood collected around her.

Sergei walked up to Harry after stopping to look at the woman whom he had just shot. "So, my young friend, these are your lovely ladies, no? That woman was my former competitor. She made things very difficult for me, and for others. She didn't play nice." He then laughed, "But then, who can define nice in my business, yes?"

Harry smiled at the jovial Ukrainian, as the two women holding on to him started to shake and grunt. Harry turned and looked at them as they doubled over.

Sergei and his aides just stared wide eyed as the two women changed in front of their eyes. The blonde woman now had dark hair, and the brunette now was taller and had blonde hair.

Harry looked between the two as they recovered, "I should have predicted she would have tried something like that."

Hermione spoke up first as she recovered from the discomfort of the transformation, "But if she was a muggle as she explained, how would she have potions to do this to us?"

Daphne answered for Harry, "She explained earlier that she had Death Eaters working for her. She studied Voldemort and his followers. They thought they were following a new Dark Lord, only to be following someone who was determined to end them all."

Sergei stepped forward as he shook his head. "I saw many strange things with your so called uncles, I do not question the things I see with you. However, now I think you owe me favour, yes?"

Harry smiled at Sergei as he walked over and gave the large man a hug. "Thank you for your help, my friend. But can ask for two favours from you? I need a sat phone and plane to get out of here."

Sergei laughed. "Both are easy. First, I need you to get in the vehicle."

Harry, Daphne and Hermione climbed up into the Hummer. Sergei drove them out of the building to where the larger limo was waiting for them. They then climbed into the hummer and sped away from the warehouse. Five minutes later they heard a loud explosion. The three of them turned and stared out of the back window as the flames climbed higher from the building they had just been in. They turned and looked at Sergei. Sergei in turn shrugged his shoulders. "She was competitor for my business. She was also causing trouble for my young friend, no? She definitely won't be causing trouble for anyone else."

Harry nodded his head in appreciation. "Thank you, Sergei."

Hermione and Daphne both quietly clung to Harry as they drove away. After twenty minutes they pulled over and one of Sergei's men knocked on the door and handed Sergei a satellite phone. Sergei raised an eyebrow as he handed it over to Harry. "I do believe that this will enable you to contact your people. Do you know what number you need to call?"

Harry took the satellite phone and called MI-6. "This is a message for M. Is this Tanner? Nice speaking to you, dog breath. Now, listen up, as I am only saying this once, so you better get this straight. Lord Eris was, in fact, 008. Don't worry about that, she is gone now. All of this was a set up to bring down MI-6 and then eventually the entire magical world in Britain. She had blamed the magical world for the death of her parents at the hands of Voldemort. Yes, you really should do a better job of screening who you hire in the future. And no, we're not coming back. And no, don't waste your time looking for me either."

Harry turned off the phone and tossed it back to Sergei. Sergei stared at Harry. "They will track that to me, you know."

"No, they won't," laughed Harry. "I think I know you well enough by now."

The two men laughed together.

"Now about this transportation," asked Sergei.

"Yes," replied Harry as he pulled the women in close. "We need a plane to take us somewhere far away from here, far away from England, preferably somewhere nice and warm and quiet where no one knows who we are. And where no one cares who we are."

Sergei laughed again. "That will be arranged right away my young friend."


Harry shook his head and he looked up at the two women sitting on the bed with him. "You know, the true story is much better than what I was thinking happened earlier. Thank you both fro removing that thing from my scar. If I had any desire to head back to Barysaw, I'd track down that jeweller for lying to me."

Daphne sneered as she replied, "You could always send a message to Sergei."

Harry shook his head, which he stopped quickly due to the terrible headache he received, "No, I think I owe him too much as it is. I'd rather just leave all that in the past."

Harry then looked around the room and he tilted his head as he rubbed his forehead. "So, in my confused state, I thought we were in Italy, looking over Lake Geneva. But where are we really?"

Hermione and Daphne smiled at him as they took him by the hands and pulled him out of the bed. They walked him towards to balcony of the home as he looked out across the bay of the clear blue waters and the nearby palm trees. Harry turned and smiled at the two beautiful women. "So, we really are here, just the three of us on our own little island in the middle of the South Pacific?"

The two women smiled at him. Hermione then spoke up, "Here you can be out lord, and be as dark or as light as you want."

Daphne added, "It's just the three of us here, with your house elves able to get us anything more we might need. And no, MI-6 and the ministry have no idea where we are?"

"And your parents?" he asked both of them.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and then back at Harry, and frowned.

"About that…"


Back in England at the offices of the DMLE

Draco Malfoy had just heard Robards cursing as he paced down the hall, screaming about Potter disappearing even from MI-6. Draco walked into Harry Potter's old office, and looked around. Hoping to find some final memento from his former nemesis. Thinking quickly he then stopped into Harry's old office, which had been cleaned up since the last time he had been in there. The desk had been repaired, the file cabinet had been emptied.

Draco looked around and sighed. "I guess you're not coming back, are you, scarhead."

As he said the word 'scarhead' there was a magical pop and a bottle of fire whiskey appeared on the desk with a note attached to it. Draco turned and looked over his shoulder. Seeing no one else around and that no one else had noticed this, he reached out and picked up the bottle and looked at the note.

"Draco,

I figured you would be the one to trigger the taboo in my old office by using the old nickname you had for me. Congratulations on receiving this bottle of fire whiskey. Enjoy it while you think of us. Hermione, Daphne and I aren't coming back. Don't even bother looking for us. We're safe, we're fine, and we're having fun.

For your own peace of mind, we did find the one who was killing the acquitted Death Eaters, and it was actually a muggle, a former agent from within MI-6, but they probably won't admit to anything. She has been dealt with. She was the one who had also attacked me at my home. The whole case is closed. MI-6 may or may not give details to the DMLE, but I'm not going to worry about that.

And if you could do us all a favour, don't even mention this message to anyone, especially Robards.

Have fun with your life,

H. J. Potter"

Draco read the note a second time to make sure he wasn't fooling himself. Then he cast a quick incendiary charm on the note, and he grabbed the bottle of fire whiskey and made his way back to his office. It was getting late in the day and he could deal with the rest of his paperwork later. The sound of Robards yelling at some poor intern filled his ears as he left the building, shaking his head, smiling that at least someone might have a happy ending somewhere.