Silvermane1: Thanks!

pheonixfyre2552: I'm glad you like, and this would be Harry's fifth still. And he's not going to be a bad guy.

Well, here's the last one.

Hope you enjoy.

Love, Keta

Sunlight

Part 3

Because I loved you so much,

I gave you everything I had treasured.

I've given you everything I could offer,

but still, I have no regret.

-Sunset Love Suicide (GUMI)

Harry's POV

The giant doors of the Great Hall open at the slightest push for me, even in my weak gigi, and the moment they swing open, making such a loud clatter, everyone looks up, expecting Filch to come in with some sort of 'emergency'. Calls of my name fill the air, and I feel a smile crook my mouth; it's nice to know that I was missed after my death. "Hi, everyone. Did you miss me?"

Across from Dumbledore, Ulquiorra and I sit and attempt to explain the situation; thank God that he knows all about shinigami and their dark counterparts. "So, you've come back to us then." I nod, not trusting myself to speak and clutch to my lover's hand. "Well, you didn't miss much class, but I think that your club would like to get started on lessons again."

"I'll get right on it."

He dismisses us with full confidence for our treatment of what U'ra would call 'trash' with the words, "it's great to have you back, Mr. Potter."

After class with the next day, Ulquiorra and I take off into the Forbidden Forest for a little midnight practice with my magic verses his own abilities where no one can be accidently killed by our spiritual pressure. "Expulso!" He jumps backwards to avoid my spell and raises an eyebrow at my forwardness tonight; normally I'd be so scared to harm him, but I've quickly learned that as long as I don't use horrific curses he can mend himself very quickly. "Reducto! Confringo!"

He keeps avoid each and every spell with a smirk on his face. "Is that all you have?"

"No way in hell!"

When it comes time for me to go to Umbitch's class, I try to keep Ulquiorra outside to keep him from murdering the toad, but he won't have any of it and instead follows me, siting in the chair right at the wall and drawing me into his lap. "Why couldn't you have just stayed outside of class with Toushiro?"

"Because I wish to know more about this class and why you were so against me coming."

I sigh and murmur, "don't say I didn't warn you..." Leaning back against him, my head on his shoulder, I close my eyes and curl my right hand around his in an attempt to relax only to shoot forward when the doors open.

"Wands away!" She strides right up to the front of the class, her heels clicking on the floor, and spins around to stare at the newcomer in her classroom. "Who are you?" she growls, looking right at my violent lover.

He looks into my eyes before turning his attention to her. "I am Ulquiorra Schiffer, Harry's boyfriend, and I am spending time with him in class today. I do not like having him out of my sight. And I was wondering why you do not allow them to practice magic in a class that requires such things. Why is that?"

She puts on the most pleasant face she can, but it looks pained and beyond false. "It is the hope of the ministry that we can teach students in a safe, risk-free manner."

"Trash."

"Excuse me!" she shouts. "What did you just call me?!"

"Trash," Ulquiorra replies, scooping me up in his arms before tossing me over his shoulder like a sack. "We are leaving this classroom, and you will not be taking it, Kurōtadori."

"But I need it to pass my OWLs!" I whine.

"We will get you a private tutor."

"How did I get mixed up with a possessive bastard like you?"

"We met and talked, remember? You were crying..."

I smile and hug my arrancar. "You held me and told me that I was special... that I didn't deserve to be hated... that I wasn't trash or a freak... You cared about me... I love you, U'ra."

Third Person POV

About two months after his return, Harry's called up to Dumbledore's office and told about the thing that had inhabited his body before his death; Ulquiorra and he decide that they're going to need the help of those who now follow them.

"They're called horcruxes," Harry relays, scanning the assembled crowd of arrancar with a sense of pride that they'd come to his aid without Ulquiorra calling them. "They can be ordinary objects, such as a book and are very powerful. They can only be killed by extreme conditions or venom from a basilisk: the latter I have plenty of. We can feel their dark presence without a single problem, therefore, we should be able to find them." Avada Kedavra colored eyes gleam as he finishes his speech. "Now, who's going to help me?!" The crowd's shouts become a roar, much like a lion's, a Gryffindor lion's. "Then let's get to work!"

Three Months Later:

"I'm going to find him, U'ra."

"And fight him head on, I am guessing."

I lay my head on his chest and whisper, "yeah. I want to end this now. Except for the blasted snake, all of the rest of the horcruxes are gone..."

"Let me come with you."

"Alright," he agrees while secretly thinking about betraying the one he loves, and under the moon's blessed light, he sneaks out of Hueco Mundo and travels into the human world, more specifically Malfoy Mansion.

He slips inside, past all of the Death Eaters playing guard with the help of the invisibility cloak that he's wearing over his white uniform and walks towards the sound of voices, a broken grin on his face. Coming upon these giant doors, he slams them open to see Voldemort on throne. "What's up, Tom?"

"Potter!" In an instant, the Dark Lord has his wand trained on him and throws out the cruciatus curse, causing Harry to fall to his knees at the unexpected attack. "Come to die, I see," he drawls as he stands and comes to b eright in front of his enemy.

Harry glares up at him defiantly and grasps his wand tight enough to turn his fingers white. "I won't lose," he whispers. "I'll win for him..." He stands up and launches himself forward, claws catching the Dark Lord in the shoulder so he can reach across him for his wand.

Once he's got it, he jumps back and grabs the basilisk fang in his pocket, throwing it right into Nagini's skull. As she and the horcrux inside of her die, Voldemort gasps and clutches his heart. "No..."

"Yes." Harry smirks and runs his fingers down the length of his wand, saying, "curse, Kurōtadori..." And the room turns black. In the darkness, screams resound as an unseen assailant, Harry murders everyone in his path before pressing a sword right o the Dark Lord's neck. "Bye, bye, Tom." His head rolls on the ground.

"So am I in trouble for leaving?" Harry asks, giving Ulquiorra a cheeky grin.

"Yes you are..."

"Then you'll have to punish~ me..." Ulquiorra blushes.