Will There Be Light Forever?

Snape took the turn first, followed by Sirius and Remus. The wizards' hearts dropped when they saw the three bodies lying on the floor.

"She's dead," Sirius said, after checking Hermione.

"Ron too," Remus added.

"And so is You-Know-Who," Snape declared.

"What?" the two men wondered.

"What about Harry?" Remus asked, as he and Sirius checked the third body and confirmed it was Voldemort's.

Where are you, Harry? Sirius asked himself.

"Something has definitely happened here," Snape started, checking the scene.

Snape's eyes surveyed the walls of the cave, then down to the ground, resting on a variety of odd symbols on the ground.

"I know what this is. I studied it once. These are signs of Levitation Ball," he stated, pointing to a large circular formation imbedded in the ground.

"That can't be. The spell to conjure Levitation Balls have been lost for ages," Remus quickly disagreed.

"I know what this is," the Potions Master spat, "Dumbledore will surely agree with me."

"Yes. I think we should call Dumbledore and the Untouchables. How do you think Arthur will take it?" Sirius asked, turning to Remus.

Remus gave a worried look to his friend as Snape vanished with a pop.

The Untouchables are six heads of departments from the old Ministry of Magic who weren't corrupted by Voldemort. They were: Arthur Weasley; Colm Hainy, Head of the Improper Use of Magic Department; Isaac Cornelius, Head of Transportation Department; Werna Tisdale, Head of the Mysteries Department; Gorido Plamer, Head of International Cooperation Department; and Emus Fort, Head of the Department for Care and Control of Magical Creatures.

Within seconds, the six wizards appeared, along with Dumbledore and Snape.

"Voldemort has been defeated. Good work Black, Lupin and Snape," Hainy congratulated them eagerly.

"We did nothing. Harry, Ron and Hermione did it all, but..." Sirius started. He stopped, and turned to Arthur, who understood the look.

"Ron and Hermione didn't make it," Arthur cried, bursting into tears.

"Where's Harry then?" Tisdale asked.

"We don't know. We got here to late, found three bodies, and these weird signs on the ground," Sirius said, pointing to the circle.

"Snape believes it's a..." Remus started.

"Levitation Ball," Dumbledore interrupted.

"But this can't be," a few Untouchables growled.

"So," Dumbledore began to summarize the events, "Voldemort has been defeated; Ron and Hermione are dead; Harry is nowhere to be found; and a Levitation Ball-like circle has been formed on the ground."

Dumbledore pondered the situation, as he comforted Arthur for his loss.

"Many people believe that there's a balance of good and evil in this world, and that the balance can't be tampered with. Voldemort's death broke the balance and opened a space, you might say, for new evil to come to this world," Dumbledore explained to the silent group.

"What are you saying, Dumbledore?" Palmer asked.

"I believe that when Harry saw the consequences of the fight, an unexplained force took control of his rage and..." Dumbledore sighed.

"Turned him evil," the Untouchables all growled again.

"There must be a better explanation for this. You can't tell us Britain's greatest hero had turned against us," Cornelius shouted.

"He didn't necessarily turn against us," Dumbledore corrected, "Most likely seeks revenge. I'm afraid, however, that he will stop at nothing to get it."

"Maybe we should patrol. If what you said is really what happened, we need to stop Harry," Remus interrupted.

"Maybe I should help Arthur with..." Fort started, motioning to Ron and Hermione's lifeless bodies.

"Thank you, Emus," Arthur said weakly.

Dumbledore looked at his two dead students, not understanding why they had to die. He knew, however, that he must keep on. Finding Harry was most important, and if Dumbledore couldn't help Harry, then he had failed.

"But before you go, we can't leave Voldemort's body like that," Dumbledore said.

This was a moment Dumbledore had waited for. He picked up Voldemort's wand, and broke it in two. He passed one piece to his left and one to his right. Each of the ten wizards broke a piece of the wand, and all pieces of the wand were thrown on Voldemort's body. Dumbledore mumbled a spell, and Voldemort's body went up in flames.

Fort helped Arthur transport Ron and Hermione's bodies to their base.

"Do you want to help us find Harry, or do you want to get the word out that Voldemort has been defeated for good?" Dumbledore asked the remaining Untouchables.

"Spread the word," they answered unanimously. They couldn't believe Dumbledore's reaction to Harry's disappearance, and they wanted to get as far from him as possible.

Within seconds, all six of the Untouchables had vanished.

"Where do you think he might hit?" Dumbledore asked Snape.

"If revenge is what he's seeking, then Azkaban is my guess," Snape answered, after a few seconds.

"My thoughts exactly," Dumbledore replied.

"Let's go to Azkaban," Dumbledore declared and he and the three wizards with him apparated out.

******

It doesn't usually happen, but today Dumbledore had made a fatal mistake. Harry didn't want to hit Azkaban just yet. He had another target in mind.

He flew all night, since the Levitation ball isn't as fast as a broom. When he finally reached his target, he smiled. He decided to wait and check the manor. He didn't want to go into the unknown without a plan.

******

Dumbledore was relieved to see they got to Azkaban first. But he knew Harry would come, so he waited.

******

It is time, Harry thought. He descended from the clouds towards the manor's roof, breaking it, and entering the main hall, where the head of the family and his wife set. He looked at the tall, blond wizard, who was very aware of his presence.

"Allbrife," the wizard said, and a fireball shot form his wand.

Once he realized he was under attack, Harry mumbled something the wizard couldn't hear and the fireball slowed, freezing in mid-air. Harry mumbled another word and with a point of his wand, the fireball shot to the table near the wizard.

"You think this can stop me, Malfoy," Harry laughed.

He then used the disarming charm and sent Lucius Malfoy to the wall behind him.

"How many wizards and Muggles did you kill with this wand?" Harry asked, as he studied Malfoy's wand. "How many families did you break for your miserable Dark Lord? Two? Ten? Or did you lose count?"

Lucius Malfoy didn't like being attacked, but there was nothing he could do.

"I have good news and bad news for you, Lucius," Harry smiled. "The bad news is, you're going to die; the good news is, I hear it's not a painful death."

"No, please don't. I'll pay you," he begged, as Harry aimed his wand at him.

"Shut it, Malfoy," Harry shouted.

Harry aimed again and started saying the killing curse, but was interrupted by an unexpected factor.

Draco Malfoy burst into the main hall and shot a fireball. He hadn't expected his enemy to be so quick though. Within seconds, Harry turned, froze the ball in mid-air, and deflected it towards the shooter.

"Stay," Harry pointed his wand at Lucius Malfoy, making a full body lock.

On the other side of the main hall, Draco Malfoy, having barely recovered from the hit of his own fireball, saw his father's attacker turn to him.

Draco started running as Harry made another spell on him. Now Draco flew into the air, banged against the ceiling, and then fell to the floor, repeatedly.

"Do you remember this, Malfoy?" Harry asked his new target. "Fourth year, Mad-Eye Moody." Draco didn't let Harry finish his sentence.

"Who are you?" Draco asked, as he hit the ceiling.

"I'm talking here, Malfoy," Harry shouted, as he threw Draco against the wall. "Never stop me when I talk. So, you don't remember me?" Harry grinned evilly as he continued, "Maybe I should remind you how miserable my years at Hogwarts were because of you. Every time the students turned against me, it was because of you."

Harry threw Draco into the air again.

"You can't be Harry Potter," Draco said, spitting blood. "He is a stupid good wizard. He has scar."

"Not anymore," Harry stated, as he aimed his wand on Draco.

"Avada Kedavra."

Harry did it. He made the killing curse. He had killed Draco Malfoy, and he had enjoyed it.