AN: Just a fun little jaunt into the world of an enjoyable anime. I own nothing from the Harry Potter universe or from Chrome-Shelled Regios.

In first year, Quirrel succeeded in getting the Philosopher's Stone before Harry could arrive. This launched off a flurry of training for the young wizard. Albus-too-many-names Dumbledore realized that he had made a grave error. After this mistake, he told Harry the prophecy. With Voldemort's return, Harry was tutored by Remus Lupin and Alastor Moody during the summers. Firenze of the centaurs insisted that Harry learn how to use a quarterstaff and a bow. He said it would be necessary. When he wasn't learning or practicing magic, he was forced into being beaten and bruised into physical shape.

Second Year, Harry intercepted the diary before it caused too much harm. Malfoy senior hadn't been contacted yet. It wasn't until between the second and third years when Riddle succeeded in his return. THe Elixir was apparently difficult to make. When he freed Dobby, the crazy elf decided to pay him back. He never left his side until his death at the end of Fifth year when he took a Killing Curse for his Mr. Harry Potter Sir. In Third Year, Harry gathered his friends and began training them. Many of them had already had encounters with the Death Eaters. They called themselves the Reborn Marauders, based off of Moony's stories. Harry had been taught that the most important thing was to see Voldie as a man. When he was alone, he could be handled if the group was well trained and had lost their fear of his reputation. That had been the true purpose of the Reborn Marauders.

Harry used the Room of Requirement heavily in both fourth and fifth year. The Room was beyond useful in training. Harry had mastered channeling his magic to augment his physical abilities. This was necessary as the disappearances and attacks escalated. One thing he found was that when he flared his magic correctly, he could generate what was called a presence. Tom used this to put fear into his opponents. Harry could do more than just that. He had unearthed several rituals that helped with his training as well. Harry was the only one who underwent the rituals, mostly because he did so without anyone's knowledge. This allowed him to think and move faster, to memorize everything he read, and organize his mind. One potentially dangerous ritual helped his magic replenish faster by opening the channels that drew it in from the outside world. The side effect of this was that unless Harry used magic frequently, he would have massive bursts of uncontrolled power. The training and rituals also allowed him to beat Draco down a few times without being seen. Firenze was right. Being able to use a weapon other than a wand was useful. Harry and some of the Marauders were in daily skirmishes between Death Eaters throughout the summers. With the Ministry in disarray, they had bracelets that were also used as portkeys for any who could fight.

In his studies of the magic needed for battle, Harry discovered he was rather gifted with enchanting. He had enchanted all of the Marauders' robes. His work had saved some of their lives. Enchanting was done by a variety of methods, but Harry had discovered that he could imbue an item with magic and intent with ease. Normally, it was runic work, but Harry had only a basic understanding of the subject. Harry's preferred method was not well known or well-used. It often took much more magic than all of the others. This helped to strengthen Harry's command of magic and his capacity. The new strength allowed Harry to fight wandlessly if the need arose. Which was frequently.

Harry's pride and joy was his satchel. It was bottomless, weightless, disillusioned to everyone but him, and was imbued with enough magic to block all but the strongest of high end curses. It carried all of his possessions and quite a few items Harry had made, stolen, found, or repaired. Harry had Dumbledore's wand and the remnants of the ring the now deceased Headmaster had lost his life to destroy. The Room had been a treasure trove of knowledge for Harry. Dobby had helped copy a plethora of useful books out of the library. He had his own library from the resources of the Room. He also had raided the Black and Potter libraries and added them to his bag. Dobby's actions filled in holes in his collection. Harry planned to try to live a normal life once this war was over. He needed to know more than how to fight well.

Neville had even given him seeds and cuttings under stasis they had saved from the wreck of the Longbottom greenhouses. They had plants and trees of almost every kind. This included mundane spices and herbs to magical variants as well. The Longbottom fortune was built and maintained by some of these proprietary plants. Harry still was amazed that the Longbottoms controlled chocolate production in England because they had magically bred the trees, and many other plants to withstand any climate and constantly produce. The boy with the green thumb promised that for saving his life and the life of his grandmother that he would help Harry establish his own greenhouse. Sadly, Neville would never be able to fulfill his promise. The brave boy had taken out Bellatrix in revenge for his parents a few days after the end of Fifth Year. He succumbed to a particularly nasty Dark Curse hours later. Harry had been given the Longbottom Grimoire by Augusta so that the knowledge wouldn't die out. Augusta would later die defending St. Mungo's three months after Neville would have started his Sixth Year at Hogwarts.

Sixth year had started off normally, but after one month, Tommie boy had laid siege to the castle. The students had fled, leaving Harry and his friends to fight. The fight was short, and both sides withdrew. It was at this point when Harry took control of the forces fighting Voldemort. After a few decisive victories, even the Aurors were taking orders from him. He was often called General Potter. This was even more fitting after some of the battles raged for days.

Harry ducked behind the rocky outcropping of the veil room. He pulled a crystal out of his pocket. Two weeks into the beginning of sixth year, Harry had discovered the Diadem of Ravenclaw in the Room and when he realized it felt the same as the diary when he touched it something was wrong. With the Room providing answers, Harry discovered what it was. Harry had transferred the soul fragment into the crystal and enchanted it to be able to affect Voldemort. Sadly, with the fact it was a very small piece of the former man's soul, it could not be used regularly. Whenever there was a fight when snakeface showed up, Harry would try to use it to inflict pain on the man, causing him to retreat. The personal attacks and subsequent retreating had made Voldie wonder what was going on. He was planning something. Harry knew it. He had caught a glimpse of the Department of Mysteries before he was thrown from Voldie's mind. The Marauders had followed his call. Two weeks ago, Hermione had suggested a theory that if Harry could get snakeface to hit the crystal with a Killing Curse, it would remove the protection of any Horcruxes the man had made and end his miserable existence. She had found some old tomes on Thaumaturgy and done her research. The necessary spells and rituals had already been done. Since they had recently found the locket at Grimmauld place, they could afford the test. They would soon have another Horcrux to turn into a weapon should the idea fail.

Harry threw a spell grenade over the edge. All of the Marauders knew the drill. Multiple others followed. The spell grenades let loose a torrent of cutting curses, bone breakers, and other debilitating spells. Harry advanced on Voldemort. The man was in the middle of casting spell after spell on the Veil.

As the gray curtain of the Veil began shifting into a series of colors Riddle smiled at Harry and stepped beyond the ward.

"Harry, my boy, how nice of you to come. You see, whatever magic you may have, I will still win."

Harry smirked. The snake was trying to buy time. "Tom. You want to know the secret to my success?" Harry held up the crystal and caused his magic to flow through it. The green glow coincided with Voldemort grabbing his chest and falling to the floor.

"Potter!" The red eyes glared at the simple crystal that seemed to be the cause of his pain.

"I told you Tom. You'll have to kill me to win." Harry let the crystal fall and held onto the chain that was usually around his neck.

Voldemort launched a Killing Curse at Potter as he struggled to stand. Harry stepped out of the way and held the crystal in its path.

When the sickly green jet of light hit the crystal, Harry collapsed. A searing pain radiated from his scar. Harry blinked rapidly as a rush of something passed through his mind. From his position on the ground, he could see Voldemort trying to remain upright. Finally, he collapsed and his body started to disintegrate.

Harry shakily climbed to his feet. All of the Death Eaters were either down or had fled. Hermione and Luna had already begun to analyze the ward and what Snakeface had done to the Veil. The rest of the fighters insured that those that were down wouldn't get up again.

Harry walked up to the pair. "Let me guess. The ward is Parsel Magic."

Hermione nodded. Harry strode through the ward boundary. Since he was a Parselmouth, it didn't affect him. As he began breaking down the ward line the veil began rippling in a rainbow of colors. Just before the ward came down, a red, fleshy appendage exited the Veil. It wrapped around Harry's waist and dragged him screaming through the Veil. When Harry passed through it, the curtain of the Veil returned to the grey, fluttering surface.