Epilogue – Master of All

The funeral of Voldemort had taken place a week after his demise at the hands of his daughter and son in-law. Many people in attendance wondered how someone who had been supposedly immortal managed to meet such a painful end. When it came out that it had been the rebellious ex-Aurors of Europe, the people who followed the Dark Lord rallied behind his heirs, Harry and Delphi for support. Harry had played it beautifully. The fake trial for the 'Auror' they captured. The immediate execution and condemning of the rebels for such underhanded tactics and the complete destruction of all those who stood in the way of progress. It solidified Harry's position as the new Emperor, or as Delphi had christened him, Harry the Exalted.

Their campaign continued through the Asian continent, quickly spreading towards Australia and the Americas soon after. Harry ensured that he was prepared for each meeting by increasing his power more and more as they went on. Delphi and Hermione had organised a coven of witches to power Harry during these missions. Delphi had hand picked all of them herself, and she had strict rules to follow. All of his coven members were sterile, so they couldn't try and force an unwanted bastard into the family. They only met once a month to power Harry and then went back to their own jobs.

Secretly, Delphi and Hermione were happy that they found something to use up Harry's excess stamina. The man was a machine at a time and not even three wives and his endless concubines were enough to satiate his immense sexual appetite. After the coven meetings, all he could really do was cuddle up to them and sleep for hours at a time.

Slowly time began to move on around them. Lily had refused to take the Elixir of Life, deciding that the thing that made life special was the shortness of it. She still managed to live until the ripe old age of 132. Harry and Hermione had been by her side when she passed, as were her immortal siblings and her own children and grandchildren. It was then that Harry began to think on his own immortality. True, it was something that allowed him to heal from any wound, but was there a point in spending eternity as a ruler? After ninety years it had already gotten stale. He was happy he had his family to keep him sane.

Hermione had spent her time translating ancient tomes to modern languages, which really helped the world recover ancient technologies that could help for the betterment of mankind. She and Harry still had a child every few years, bringing their total number of children to nearly fifty. Most of them were still alive, with only Lily and their son Dominic choosing a mortal life.

Delphi spent her days ruling as a queen. It was truly what she wanted in life. To be worshipped and respected by all. Harry was the true ruler, but many people knew that he allowed his wife many freedoms when it came to ruling their domain. She and Harry had ten kids in their hundred and fifty years of marriage. All of them were still alive, and had brought them many grandchildren, great-grandchildren and even one great-great-granddaughter.

Pansy spent her time studying every healing, household and other forms of helpful magic as she could. She focused her research on ensuring the continuation of magical bloodlines without the need for muggle infusions of blood every few generations. She and Harry had the most children, with well over two hundred. After her first natural birth, Pansy had all but demanded that each pregnancy be done with the serum. Their firstborn, Alexander died the day he was born, unable to take a single breath without the help of a machine. After that, she knew that her magic was too weak to birth the children they needed.

Narcissa lived alone now. Harry had finally let her free of her service fifty years after they had conquered the world with enough Elixir of Life to keep her alive for as long as she chose. The last he had heard, she was living in some chateaux in France, surrounded by servants and riches. Her children all remained with their father, which she agreed with. She never had a child with Harry out of love, only out of duty.

Tonks still lived with him, and took the title of Head Concubine. She spent her days bringing new women into their home and new candidates for the coven or family. She and Harry had several children, though none of them were still alive. She respected their decisions to live mortal lives, but she still wept whenever one had an anniversary close. Both of them did. She was surrounded by family though. Grandbabies and loads of great-grandbabies who spoilt her with love.

Many other women entered his services over the years, but only the truly trusted of Harry's concubines were offered immortality. Narcissa's immortality had been a request of Bellatrix on her deathbed. Harry felt honour bound to do as his mother in-law asked. After all, she had accepted it when they told her of Tom's betrayal. She died a happy woman, surrounded by family who cared about her.

Harry shook such thoughts from his head as he glanced over at the ocean near his castle. It had been so long since he just did something as mundane as walk along the beach by himself. He made his way out of the castle with his hands behind his back. He had been so busy with stopping insurrections that he forgot the reason they started the plan. To rule. He stopped at the beach, seeing a hooded figure. "Are you here for me?" He chuckled.

"Just the items that belong to me." The hooded figure spoke softly. "I have no care what you do other than that."

Harry glanced out at the ocean. "I used to think you didn't exist. That the story was a load of bull, until Lily passed away. In that moment, I knew that you truly were the Entity of Death."

"She's happy." Death spoke softly. "With those she loved and her old family."

Harry smiled at that. "That's good." He whispered, feeling the wind blow over him. "And her grandparents? Are they accepting of her?"

"Of their grandchildren, yes." Death rested its arm on its scythe. "You, they're conflicted. You're their son, yet you've became the very thing they fought against."

"I went down this path to bring them back." Harry spoke softly, letting no emotion enter his voice. "I never expected them to forgive my actions, but I can't even honour their sacrifice now. Let them know that they've earned their rest, Death." He tossed the items on the ground. "And thank you for the use of your wand. I couldn't have done it without your help."

Death smirked. "It was my pleasure. I haven't had this much business since the Black Death." He picked the Hallows up, glancing over at the man. "The last enemy to be defeated is death. Do you truly think you can keep yourself away from me, Harry Potter?"

Harry scoffed. "No." He admitted. "But the day you finally do come for me, I'll still fight with every fibre of my being."

"I look forward to that day." Death scoffed. Its black wings extended, causing it to take to the sky. "Be warned, Potter. There is a Prophecy. One who is foretold to kill you."

Harry chuckled. "History repeats itself then." He took another glance at the ocean. "Bring him to the afterlife, will you? He's spent two hundred years in the Aether's grasp now. I think he's learnt his lesson."

Death vanished, leaving the answer to the request unanswered.

"Time to get to work." Harry whispered to himself, vanishing on the spot.

3,500 years later

Harry chuckled at the sight of the person in front of him. "So, you're the one the Prophecy mentioned." He stood up from his throne. "And your name is?"

"Weasley. Bilius Weasley. You banished my family from the land when you took over." The man spoke with confidence, brandishing a large sword in his hand. "I am here to finally end your reign of terror."

Harry laughed. "Perfect." He felt two orbs of magic form in his hands. "Let us see who is the one who shall survive, Bilius!"

Bilius let out a battle cry, charging towards the immortal with the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand.

Harry blasted the two orbs towards the young man, hitting the sword out of his hand. "Kid, I've been fighting since I banished your family from my lands. And I didn't want to banish them either. It was your traitorous ancestor Ronald's fault that I had to banish them in the first place."

Bilius smirked. "I don't care." He stood up, spitting out some blood. The sword was gone, but he wasn't about to give up against the greatest evil ever. "I'll fight 'til my last breath, 'til I'm on the ground unable to move." He screamed out, causing a sword of energy to appear in front of him. "You're not the only Sycophant alive, Potter."

Harry chuckled. "Singularity." He dispersed his orbs. "Two unending bastions of energy meet. Theory would suggest that our energies would cancel each other out, but in reality, we're just going to go in a loop. You'll power me and I'll power you." He extended his fingers, doing a complex series of movements. He clapped his hands together, causing a battle-axe of energy to appear before him. "I don't want to kill you, boy. It'd really disappoint someone I love."

Bilius stared at the axe. "What do you know of love? Legions of children and you still procreate like your family is close to extinction." He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, taking a deep breath. "I will take vengeance for my family."

A soft feminine laugh erupted close to him. "So much like his ancestor." A hand trailed through his hair, freezing him to the spot. "Oh, my dear descendant. You know nothing of the past."

Bilius felt his anger rise. "You!" He swung the sword at the woman in front of him, watching in amazement as it cleaved her in two. His amazement soon turned into horror as the two parts began to knit back together.

"Eager little pup, isn't he?" She chuckled. "I'm Ginevra Weasley. The last of the TRUE Weasleys." She extended her wand, disarming him of his sword with a quick swipe of her right hand. "Your stupid bastard of an ancestor tried to ruin what we had." She frowned. "Ronald always the thickest of us. He couldn't just accept what had happened to the world. He had to try and play the hero." She shook her head.

Bilius charged towards her, feeling his arms and legs bind around him. "He was the brave one, unlike you, WHORE!"

Ginny scoffed, slapping him as hard as she could. "I see you inherited the famous Weasley temper." She shook her head again, glancing back at Harry. "I offered myself to Harry to keep our family alive, boy." She turned back to glare at the red head who was currently suspended in the air. "My mother sided with her son, like she always did. She didn't want her only daughter to be bound to someone like Harry, but I wanted to be respected. Too long had my family been forced to survive like animals."

Bilius scoffed. "So, you opened your legs like a good whore?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "If you're trying to get a rise out of me, it won't work." She took a dagger from her side, trailing the tip of the blade carefully over his face. "But, call me a whore again, and I'll fucking carve your pretty little face."

Bilius grinned. "Struck a nerve, have I?" He asked cheekily. "Or are you just disappointed that someone in this family still has morals?"

Ginny carefully placed the tip of the blade into his nose, slitting his nostril with one fluid movement. "You really are one of Ronald's ancestors, aren't you? Which unfortunate bitch let my brother rut on her like a dog?"

Bilius closed his eyes, wincing as blood poured his neck from his nose. "Someone with integrity. Unlike his whore sister who spread her legs for someone with mommy issues." He roared out as the blade pierced his flesh, tearing a line from his cheek to his ear.

Ginny wiped the blade clean, inspecting it for scratches. "You should stop while you're ahead, kid." She shook her head, turning to Harry. "You're sure he's the one from the Prophecy?"

"One from a wronged family." Bilius spit out some blood, glaring at her. "Borne from the loins of the last son. One who has an ancestor who lays with the Dark Lord." He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. "You're nothing, Ginny. Nothing but a traitor to your family. And when I kill him, I'll purge every fucking one of your spawn from this world."

Ginny plunged the knife into his eye, being careful not to pierce his nervous system or his brain. "And now you've done it." She spoke icily. She removed the dagger, tossing his severed and punctured eye to the ground. "You are pitiful, just like Ronald." She shook her head one final time. "Kill him, my love. End his miserable existence and crush his family."

Harry smirked, letting the man's body hit the floor. "Stand up and fight. Until your last breath, Bilius."

Bilius shakily got up from the ground, using a spell to cauterise his ruined eye socket. "Don't act like you fight with honour, Potter." He summoned all his strength, holding his hand out. "By my right of conquest. By my right of birth. Lend me your power, Godric!" He called out, grinning as the Sword of Gryffindor reappeared in his outstretched hand.

Harry rolled his eyes, slowing moving two of his fingers apart.

Bilius watched in complete horror as the sword slowly began to split in two before his very eyes. It was impossible to destroy Goblin Steel. He dropped the sword, watching as it slowly rusted and blew away into dust. "H-How?"

"While you were training with a sword, and denying yourself the power you needed to actually stand a chance against me, I've spent the last three thousand years honing my skills." Harry spoke softly. "It's a shame, I was actually looking forward to seeing some of my children again." He held his hand out. "Allow me to show you the greatest power a Sycophant has." He placed his hand on the man's chest, closing his eyes. "Drain."

Bilius frowned as he felt his energy pouring out of him. He shook like a leaf as he dropped to his knees, coughing wildly. "I-Impossible…"

"No. It's completely possible." Harry glared at the young man. Such a waste of potential. "You could have been stronger than me, Bilius. But instead, you'll just die here, forgotten by history."

Bilius felt a tear come to his remaining eye. "My death will allow me one thing. It'll allow me peace." He whispered. "Weapons like ourselves wish for peace. To finally have time to be who we want. I've gotten mine, Potter. When will you get yours?"

Harry chuckled. "Never." He admitted. "But I'm powerful enough to know that."

Bilius opened his eye, watching Ginny carefully. "Until the day she died, she thought you'd come home."

Ginny frowned. "If she had just came with us, she wouldn't have had to die." She walked over to him, kneeling down to cradle him in her arms. "Go now." She whispered, stroking his hair. "Take your rest and stop worrying."

Bilius coughed up some blood. "Goodbye…" He closed his eye, going limp in her arms.

"Send his body to his family. They deserve to bury him." Harry whispered.

Ginny nodded, wiping her eyes. "That's the last of the Weasleys, Harry. Outside of our children, all of them are gone." She whispered back to him. "Our sons and daughters are all that's left."

Harry wrapped his arms around her. "Shh." He kissed her forehead. "It had to be done." He glanced down at the man's body. "History always repeats itself, but the outcome can always be changed." He created a new sword, placing it in the man's hands. "He died a warrior. I'm sure that'll bring solace to someone."

"Not to his family…" Ginny whispered. "Not to his poor mother…"

Harry kissed her forehead once more. "He knew what he came to do was suicide. Brave bastard just didn't care." He stroked her hair. "Sounds like what Dumbledore wanted me to do." He scoffed. "Rest now, young warrior. Enter the arms of your ancestors and take your sleep." He never honoured his foes, but the man in front of him was different. He was what Harry could have become. A warrior of the Light, without a single independent thought in his head. A weapon to be used and discarded whenever it suited someone.

Ginny wiped the last of the tears from her eyes. She tapped his forehead with her finger, making his corpse disappear. "He's not the brunt of the rebellion. There are more idealistic fools like him."

"And we'll get them all." Harry promised her, watching Delphi from the door. He gave her a quick smile, vanishing without a trace.

"How the fuck does he do that?" Ginny frowned.

"Over three thousand years, and I still don't know." Delphi admitted with a shrug.

A/N: And there we have it, the end of the story. It has been a pleasure to write this story for you all and think ending it here was the best option possible. I've never written a Dark Harry story before, and I don't know if I ever will again. Writing people as evil or bloodthirsty really isn't in my nature. But it was nice to go out of my comfort zone and try something new.