Allow me to begin this with an apology. I apologize for how the previous chapter turned out. I won't make excuses because I doubt there is any way I can explain was what going on in my head when I thought it was a good idea. I cannot remember the last time readers were this angry with me over a chapter and it was not just one or two of you either. The day after I posted the previous chapter and started getting feedback, I knew I had to do another chapter to at least bring some more closure. This possibly won't appease all of you, but I couldn't just let this story as it was. Now there is another scavenger hunt in here with eleven things to find. Please enjoy the honest to goodness final chapter of Harriet Potter and the Four Witches.

Harriet Potter slept in a queen-sized bed surrounded by pillows and blankets. The room was decorated in cool grays and blues, posters of her favorite bands covering the walls, pictures of her friends from around the world sitting on her nightstand and vanity, and figurines and trinkets she had collected sitting on tall book shelves filled with books on different subjects both magical and non-magical. In addition to the sunlight filtering through her curtains, the room was dimly illuminated by the fairy lights hanging in the corners, catching the reflective paint of the stars on her night sky themed ceiling. By the window was Hedwig's perch and cage, both unoccupied.

She was now living in Florida, having moved when the four women bought a house there. Since September of last year she had been taking online classes to get caught up on all the non-magical schooling she had missed. At night, one of the four women would tutor her. Already she had completed her O.W.L. equivalent and was on track to graduate high school with others her age. She may not have taken her N.E.W.T. equivalent, but already she had earned her place with the masters, having found the crucial piece of the solution to the curse Ursula had been trying to break for the past couple of years. Those who had been under the curse had thanked them all in their own ways. One of the formerly cursed was a coworker of Nee-san's and had him pick out a luxury handbag like the four women had. Nee-san had chosen a crocodile bag in a shade of indigo for Harriet saying, the color was a good representation of their coworker.

"A nightingale in a golden cage, that's me locked inside reality's maze!"

Harriet jolted awake to her phone going off. She fumbled around for a moment before finding the offending device and turning off the alarm. She got up and went over to her vanity to start getting ready for the day. She brushed out her hair, which she had been growing out. It now formed fluffy wisps and curls. She moved on to her eye makeup. It was nice not having to wear glasses anymore or hold a mirror up close to her face to see what she was doing. She had her sight corrected as a gift from the four women for her seventeenth birthday. Her famous scar was almost nonexistent now that the horcrux had been removed. Margarita said it would fade with time, but there was the option of cosmetic surgery if Harriet wanted it. She knew of someone who practiced magical cosmetic surgery in Beverly Hills. Right now Harriet didn't mind how she looked. She already looked so much different than she had when she lived in England.

Her phone chimed, alerting her that she had an email. She reached over to see who it was from, thinking it was just an ad from a store. Instead it was from Geek with the subject line: Found It.

Harriet stared at the words. For the last two years, Geek and his associates had been searching for the horcruxes and destroying them. What methods they were using, Geek did not reveal and since the "gift" of Voldemort's snake's head delivered to her on Christmas, she wasn't sure she wanted to know their methods. The boss had discovered Voldemort made seven horcruxes in total. How he figured that out, Harriet didn't know and didn't ask. Ursula said three and seven were powerful numbers in magic and it made sense Voldemort made so many, the power-hungry man he was. Three more had been found and destroyed by Geek's associates, leaving only one that they were having a hard time trying to find, but apparently the boss had located it. Harriet opened the email.

So the boss found the last one. And you're gonna love this. It's here in Scotland, in a magical place, where moldable children go to be trained to be wand wielding morons - Hogwarts, for the ignorant. But we've run into some problems. The guys who don't have magic can't get in and those who qualify as magical can't get in because they fall into the category of Dark. Don't worry though. When the boss goes after something, he gets it. Might take him a while, but it never escapes him. That's all I know at this point, but I'll keep you updated.

Harriet put her phone down and finished getting dressed.

She went downstairs and found Sirius and Remus already eating at the kitchen table. The two of them had been hiding in Canada from the British Ministry and the Order of the Phoenix until six months ago. Sirius was finally a free man from the British Ministry as they could not produce any evidence of his guilt. When the British Ministry argued he broke out of Azkaban and that was a crime, the Canadian government said the British falsely imprisoned someone and Sirius wouldn't see the inside of a cell because he had already served time for their screw up. Even though he was a free man, the Order of the Phoenix still wanted Sirius and Remus for turning their backs on them. Both were now in America on visas working for Ophelia as bodyguards when she traveled to promote her makeup line.

"Good morning," Harriet greeted.

"Good morning," Remus responded with a smile. He was looking well. Margarita had started him on a different potion that managed lycanthropy symptoms better than the Wolfsbane potion. Remus had fewer gray hairs and looked more his age. The nights of the full moon were still a rough time, but it was more bearable.

"Hey, pup," said Sirius. "You know you look like a teen movie witch like that."

Harriet had recently been liking the look of a white shirt under a black jacket and mini-skirt with a studded belt and chunky heels. She was also wearing a gold ankh necklace, a gift from her game loving friends in Japan. With her heavy black liner and dark red lips along with her hair, she did look like a teen witch from a 90s movie.

"Ha-ha," she responded sarcastically.

"Did you sleep at all?" asked Remus.

"About three hours," said Harriet, heading for the coffee pot.

"Must have been having fun last night," snickered Sirius. "I heard you screaming a few times."

"Ben scared me," Harriet explained with a pout. "He knows I hate going up against beads Spirit. It took me three rounds to figure out he was forcing me into his lobbies to mess with me, the hacker. I don't know how he does it."

She sat down with her coffee and went quiet.

"What's wrong, Harriet," Remus asked.

"Geek emailed me," she told them. "He said they found the last horcrux."

"They did? Where is it?" Sirius asked eagerly.

"At Hogwarts."

Both men stared at her.

"You're joking," said Sirius.

"Your luck," Remus said with a shake of his head.

"I know," Harriet moaned.

"So what are they going to do?" asked Sirius. "They've managed to get the other ones."

Harriet shook her head. "The ones who have magic can't get in because they are Dark. And of course the non-magical ones can't get onto the grounds."

"Dark is a subjective term," said Sirius. "Look at Remus."

Harriet chose not to say anything about how applicable the term may be to Geek's associates.

"Have you heard from the twins?" asked Sirius.

"Hedwig hasn't come back yet," said Harriet.

Fred and George had been feeding them information on the Order and the British Wizarding World in general for the last year. After Apparating away from Number Twelve, they hid out at Hogsmeade until school started. They came up with a story to tell Dumbledore that they were afraid of what their mother would do to them because she was so angry the last time they saw her that they thought she would take it out on them. Dumbledore accepted the twins back into the Order, saying they could be full members once they graduated even though they were already of age and he would speak to Mrs. Weasley about them joining the Order as she was afraid of losing more of her sons. Apparently after it came to light what Dumbledore and the some of the Weasleys were doing, Bill cut ties with his family and not long after Charlie did the same. They were still part of the Order in regards of recruiting and fighting the Death Eaters, but they wanted nothing else to do with the rest of the family. Dumbledore tried to get them to forgive and reconcile with the rest of their family, but Bill and Charlie threatened to leave entirely.

The twins were unable to get any information to Harriet until after they graduated as all their mail was being watched by the first and only High Inquisitor of Hogwarts, Delores Umbridge, the toad-like witch from Harriet's trial. She was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor that year and she was absolutely horrible. She just had students read from useless textbooks, never had them practice the spells, and tortured them for disagreeing with her. And it was torture. Fred and George along with many other students had scars on their hands from the illegal blood quills she liked to use on students to write lines in her detentions. She had Dumbledore thrown out and became headmistress until the end of the school year when the people administering the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. tests saw almost everyone failing Defense Against the Dark Arts practical. Seeing as she couldn't do the job she was appointed to, she was removed from her position, but not without kicking and screaming. Dumbledore was reinstated and everything was business as usual at Hogwarts again.

Once Fred and George were able to join the Order fully, they started sending messages to Harriet in the guise of mail order catalogues from their joke shop. They told her Voldemort knew someone was destroying his horcruxes and killing off his Death Eaters. The Ministry was in a panic at the violent and gruesome deaths of several purebloods, all of who were suspected of being Death Eaters. Fudge continued to deny Voldemort's return and had every Auror searching for the killer of the purebloods to appease the people and to keep his position. The Order did not know who could be committing the murders, but they were opposed to them as Dumbledore said killing wasn't the answer and everyone should have another chance to come to the Light.

Ophelia walked into the kitchen in a bathrobe. She took in the serious mood. "Well I know I don't look my best, but do I really look so bad this morning?"

Sirius turned to her and grinned. "Of course not, gorgeous! How can one so beautiful find herself ugly?"

"Oh, stop, you," she said playfully. "But really, what's wrong?"

Harriet filled her in on Geek contacting her and what they had been talking about.

Ophelia hummed. "Sounds like we need to break into Hogwarts."

"We?" repeated Remus.

"Who else?" Ophelia asked. "Harriet just told us that Geek's associates can't get in, so why not do it ourselves? Besides, I'm sure Dumbledore would love seeing me again."

Harriet laughed. "I'm sure he would."

A tapping on the window got their attention. Hedwig was sitting outside on the sill holding a catalogue in her talons. Harriet quickly opened the window and took the catalogue from her. The snowy owl flew over to the table and took a piece of bacon from Sirius's plate.

Harriet flipped through the catalogue to find the order form. She recited the Marauders' Vow and the twins' hidden letter appeared. They wrote that Voldemort was planning on making a move on Hogwarts. The Order was preparing for battle, but they didn't have many people and would have to rely on the students to fight with them. Voldemort did not have as many followers either. Even after the break out at Azkaban two years ago, Snape reported Voldemort's forces were small, having taken a hit because of the murders. Only the most loyal stayed with him now, others having fled to keep themselves alive for a little while longer as Voldemort would not let them live for their desertion. The twins didn't know when the attack would be, but they were already making preparations.

Harriet threw the letter on the table. Ophelia picked it up and read over it.

"What did they write?" Sirius asked.

Harriet got up from the table and began to leave the room.

"What's wrong?" Remus asked.

"I need to call Geek," Harriet told him. "And I'm going to pack. It looks like I'm going back to school."

Remus and Sirius stared at her.

"Back to Hogwarts?" asked Sirius. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with Britain's Wizarding World."

"I'm not going to let the Order turn the students into child soldiers like they tried to do with me," said Harriet.

Both men were horrified. "What?"

"She's right," said Ophelia, not looking up from the letter. "Voldemort's planning on attacking Hogwarts and since Dumbledore can't get the support he needs to fight, he's going to use the students."

"He can't!" cried Remus.

"Tell him that," said Ophelia. "He does whatever he damn well pleases. Haven't you figured that out yet?"

"We need to get the horcrux from Hogwarts, destroy it, and kill Voldemort before he and the Death Eaters can attack Hogwarts," said Harriet. "It's probably why Voldemort's going back to Hogwarts - his last horcrux is there. He's willing to risk going up against Dumbledore to get it."

"How?" asked Remus.

"Sneak in, of course," said Sirius. "How many times have we snuck in and out? It's not hard."

Remus shook his head. "It won't be like those times. He'll be warding every entrance into Hogwarts against Voldemort and the Death Eaters."

"Ah! Against Voldemort and the Death Eaters, not to us," said Ophelia. "Besides, the old goat still wants Harriet. He wouldn't ward Hogwarts against her."

"Or Snape," added Harriet. "You have to wonder how good those wards are if he can get into Hogwarts."

"Even so, you can't just sneak in," said Remus. "The wards will alert him as soon as you come through an entrance."

"Only if the entrance is warded," said Harriet. "Does he know of all the secret passages in and out of Hogwarts?"

"Dumbledore's been at Hogwarts for a long time," said Remus. "I'm sure he does."

"Then you'll need a diversion," said Ophelia. "If Dumbledore is too distracted with more pressing matters, you could get in without him knowing right away."

"If he knows Harriet's in Hogwarts, you wouldn't be able to make a diversion big enough to distract him from her," said Remus.

Sirius stared at Remus in disbelief. "Do you have a pulse?"

"I feel like I should be insulted," added Ophelia. "You don't think the girls and I can't make a big enough diversion?"

"I can use the passage at Honeydukes," Harriet cut in to put them back on topic.

"And then what?" asked Remus. "Hogwarts is enormous and you don't know what you're looking for. The horcrux could be anything."

"I'm hoping Geek might have a solution for that," said Harriet.

"Looks like we're going on holiday," Sirius quipped.

Harriet looked at him in surprise.

"What?" he asked. "It's not like I'm not allowed in Britain. The Ministry just rather I'm not there to remind them of their mistake."

"But the Order," Harriet argued.

"What about them?" asked Sirius. "I say it's time we get some payback on them. Do you think we'll have time for pranks?"

Harriet had to laugh. "We'll see."

A few days later they all got on a plane and flew to Scotland. Hedwig was sent ahead to Fred and George to tell them that they were coming. The twins arrived not long after they checked into the hotel they would be staying at until they were ready to make their move on Hogwarts. It was a happy reunion with a few minor pranks thrown about between them as a greeting.

The group began planning their infiltration of Hogwarts. They were going to do it on Halloween, only a couple days away. All the students and faculty would be at the Halloween feast. The four women would create a diversion while Harriet would sneak into the school using the secret passage at Honeydukes. Sirius, Remus, and the twins would be back up if any of them needed it. Geek got in contact with Harriet and told her the boss had something that could help her locate the horcrux. It would be waiting for her outside of Hogsmeade at the edge of the magical border on a stump marked with a circle with an X through it. She would return the item to the same place with the horcrux.

Halloween morning had the four women hurrying around getting ready. Ophelia said since it was Halloween, they should dress up and make an impression. She was wearing a short purple dress with silver harness straps, ankle boots, and a sheer purple cape. She used eye liner and some shadows to paint on a masquerade mask. Ursula did the same with her makeup, but was wearing one of her ornate corsets with a ballroom gown made of black sheer fabric that would billow away and show off her tight black pants with lines of silver glitter wrapping around her legs. She also was wearing multiple chains around her neck and draped over her bare shoulders. Forsythia was wearing a lavender dress with lantern earrings that glowed subtly. Her blonde hair was pulled into a thick braid and stuffed full of flowers that were charmed to stay fresh until the end of the night. Everyone got a laugh when she decided to hold a frying pan in her hands like it was a weapon. A few of them dared her to take it with them to Hogwarts. Margarita was outfitted in a brown fur-trimmed top and had her pants tucked into her boots. She had done her eye makeup in reds and black and had a red cloak to complete her costume. Sirius and Remus made little wolf masks for themselves to go with Margarita's Little Red Riding Hood. Harriet kept with her 90s teen witch look. She wore a shiny leather jacket and a long black dress with a flowing skirt that came to her ankles. Underneath she wore black leggings tucked into her low-heeled boots. Her accessories were a spiked collar, strands of obsidian and amethyst beads, and silver cross earrings. She had her eyes lined thickly in black and painted her lips deep red.

That afternoon they transported themselves close to Hogsmeade, but were still in the non-magical world. The four women, Sirius, and Remus went ahead to meet with the twins while Harriet went to find the marked stump. It didn't take her too long to find it. Laying on the stump with a circle and an X carved in it was a small wooden box on a leather cord with a note.

This compass does not point north, but to what the holder desires the most. If you want the horcrux, it will point to the horcrux no matter what form it is in. Return the compass with the horcrux and leave.

The letter was signed with the same mark carved into the stump.

Harriet picked up the compass and opened it up. The needle spun around lazily. When she concentrated on wanting the last horcrux, the needle whipped around and pointed in the direction of Hogwarts. A thought then occurred to Harriet. Hogwarts had many floors and the compass did not point up or down. She could be on one floor and the compass could signal she was on top of the horcrux, but in actuality it could be above or below her. If that was the case, Harriet hoped whatever they came up with for the diversion bought her plenty of time. She tucked the compass into the backpack she brought with her and waited.

At sundown, Harriet put on her invisibility cloak and went down to Hogsmeade. Honeydukes was still open when she got there and she was able to slip down to the cellar with relative ease. She took off her cloak once she was inside the passageway and conjured a ball of light so she could see where she was going. At the other end of the passage, Harriet took out the Marauder's Map. Looking it over, she saw almost everyone was in the great hall. Filch was wandering around on the second floor corridor and a few students were still making their way down the feast. The four women were walking up to the castle while Sirius, Remus, and the twins were hanging back until they were needed.

Harriet pushed at the statue of the one-eyed witch and stepped into the corridor. As she did, something touched her magic. It wasn't malicious, just letting her know it was there. She had felt it many times when she was a student. Hogwarts was welcoming her back.

Harriet looked at the compass and focused on wanting the horcrux. Then another thought occurred to her. The compass couldn't direct her to what floor the horcrux was on, but what if she wanted a route to the horcrux?

As soon as she decided she wanted that, the compass needle turned in another direction, pointing towards the main stairs. With the compass in one hand and the Marauder's Map in the other, Harriet ran off in the direction the stairs.

The compass led her up to the seventh floor and the needle was locked on a blank wall. Harriet was confused. Why would the compass lead her here? She focused on wanting the horcrux, but still the compass needle pointed at the wall.

"This can't be right," Harriet said, touching the wall.

She looked down at the Marauder's Map and saw the four women were in the great hall. She wasn't sure how much time she would have.

"There has to be a door here," said Harriet. She sighed. "If there's something here, show me now. I'd rather not blow a hole in this wall."

Nothing happened.

"Great, talking to a wall," she muttered. "Shows how mentally stable I am."

A soft pop had her whirling around, a spell on her lips. Standing ten feet down the corridor was a house-elf dressed in a jumper, mismatched socks, a scarf, and several small knit hats balanced on top of one another.

"Dobby!" cried Harriet.

"Missy Harriet Potter!" wailed the eccentric house-elf. "You came back to Hogwarts! The Great Harriet Potter, you is in danger here! The headmaster searches for you! Asked Dobby if he knew, but Dobby said nothing!"

"Dobby, I need help," Harriet said quickly.

"Anything, miss," said Dobby.

"Voldemort hid something here in Hogwarts," she explained, ignoring Dobby's terrified squeak at his name. "It's something needed to defeat him. I tracked it up here, but I can't get passed this wall."

"It's the Come and Go Room, miss, or else the Room of Requirement," said Dobby. "It is a room that a person can only enter when they have real need of it. Sometimes it is there, and sometimes it is not, but when it appears, it is always equipped for the seeker's needs. Dobby has used it, miss."

There was a seriousness in Dobby's voice that had Harriet wanting to ask more questions, but there wasn't time.

"So if I needed something someone else left behind in it, it would appear?" asked Harriet.

Dobby nodded.

"How do I find the door?" she asked.

"You need to walk past this bit of wall three times and concentrate on what you need, miss," answered Dobby. He pointed to the blank part of the wall.

Harriet began to pace along the length of the blank section of wall, concentration on needing the horcrux that was hidden. She had only made a pass and a half before the door sprang into existence.

"I thought you said three, Dobby," Harriet said.

"Hogwarts knows it's urgent, miss," said Dobby. "Whatever you is searching for, Hogwarts knows it's important."

"Thank you, Dobby," said Harriet.

The house-elf beamed before his face fell. "I has to tell the headmaster you is here," he said. "He has ordered anyone who sees to you tell him."

"I understand, Dobby," said Harriet. She looked at the Marauder's Map. Everyone was in the great hall still. "But you can take your time going to tell him, right?"

Dobby's face lit up and he nodded furiously.

"You know, I thought I saw some spilled ink in a fifth floor corridor," she went on conspiringly. "Filch would be mad if it stained the floor and we can't have an angry Filch, can we?"

Dobby grinned, catching on to Harriet's idea. "Missy Harriet Potter is right! Dobby best do it first! The headmaster is busy eating – wouldn't like to bother him!"

"Go," said Harriet.

Instead of popping away, he walked towards the stairs.

Harriet turned the door handle and pushed the door open. The room had cathedral ceilings and was filled with broken and damaged furniture, thousands of books, rusty weapons, hats and cloaks, and other trinkets.

"Of course it couldn't be easy," Harriet muttered.

The compass pointed to a tower of broken furniture. Harriet walked around it, but the compass kept pointing to it.

"Come to mama," said Harriet, raising her hand and trying to summon the horcrux. Nothing happened. "Plan B then."

She put her hands up like she was going to push something and shoved. The tower of furniture toppled over and scattered on the floor. Harriet picked her way around with the compass, checking the Marauder's Map every few steps. The four women were still in the great hall, but Sirius and Remus had joined them. Seeing this, Harriet picked up the pace in her search.

After several minutes of sifting through everything, the compass needle spun violently. Looking down at her feet Harriet saw a tarnished diadem. She could feel sinister magic calling to her, telling her to put the diadem on. Harriet drew back and reached into her backpack. She pulled out a magic-proof sack. Careful not to touch the diadem with her bare hands, she put it in the sack and tied it closed so it didn't fall out in her backpack.

With the last horcrux, Harriet ran out of the Room of Requirement. While running down the sixth floor stairs, she caught movement on the stairs one level below her. A burst of red light came at her. She dove for the floor and the light struck the wall behind her.

"Harriet Potter!" Dumbledore roared.

Harriet took out the Marauder's Map and saw it was only Dumbledore on the stairs. Everyone else was still in the great hall, although their movements were erratic. It was like watching an ant colony moving. She wondered what the women were doing to cause that.

"Harriet!" Dumbledore shouted again.

Harriet saw him coming up the stairs on the map. She put it away and flexed her arms. Bands of green magic wrapped around her wrists. In one hand, she formed a ball of green magic and lobbed it over the stairs. It exploded in a shower of green sparks. Harriet jumped up and launched a spell at the distracted headmaster. Dumbledore was able to deflect her spell in time. Harriet continued to rapid fire non-lethal spells at him as she made her way down the stairs. Dumbledore was having trouble keeping up. He managed to cast a couple spells, but she blocked them with her magic wrist cuffs. Dumbledore put up a shield to protect himself and Harriet's attacks bounced off it.

Harriet decided to take a slightly different approach. She put both her hands together and the magic on her wrists moved up onto her hands. "Break!" she shouted and threw her hands out.

Dumbledore's shield shattered on impact and he was sent sprawling on the stair landing. Taking a page out of Ophelia's book, Harriet waved her hand and sent Dumbledore's wand up to the ceiling.

"No!" Dumbledore yelled, horrified. "What have you done?"

"What do you think?" Harriet snapped back. She continued to approach him with her hands raised, magic curling around her fingers. She didn't know why he was so upset about being disarmed. It wasn't like she snapped his wand. Perhaps it had been a long time since the great Albus Dumbledore had been disarmed and he didn't know how to handle it. Whatever the case may be, Harriet really didn't care.

Dumbledore shuffled back and put on his grandfatherly persona. "Oh, Harriet, look at you. How much you have grown."

"Save it, Dumbledore! Honeyed words aren't going to help you." She stepped onto the stair landing and stood over him.

Dumbledore decided to take a different approach. "Where is your wand, my dear girl?"

"I don't need a crutch," Harriet said.

Dumbledore looked at her in disappointment. "My dear girl, you should not be so arrogant. That is how Tom began. You are turning Dark. Come back to the Light, Harriet."

"You mean come back to you," said Harriet. "Come back to the gilded cage you designed for me. Obey you without question, worship you for the great wizard you believe you are, be your little weapon against Voldemort. You stole from me, tried to trap me in a marriage. What makes you think I'll come running back to you?"

"My dear girl, you must understand," said Dumbledore. "All I do is for the greater good."

Harriet glared at him. "For your greater good and to hell with whoever needs to be sacrificed in the process. But I won't be one of your pawns anymore."

"Harriet, you are the only one who can defeat Voldemort, but you need to be trained," said Dumbledore. "I can help you."

"I don't need your help," said Harriet.

"My dear girl, you need to be guided," Dumbledore said.

Harriet scoffed. "The only thing I need is the horcrux that Voldemort has hidden in Hogwarts."

Dumbledore gasped. "Here? Where is it?"

"I have it," said Harriet.

"Give it to me," Dumbledore demanded.

"No," said Harriet. "You had your chance to find it, to find all of them. You've known for years about them and you did nothing."

"I wasn't sure," Dumbledore tried to defend.

Harriet's magic slammed down on him and forced him flat on his back.

"You knew they existed for certain for two years!" Harriet shouted. "Since Margarita and the others confirmed it! So stop playing dumb! You're just lazy at this point. I bet you wanted me to do all the work for you so all you had to do is sit back and suck lemon drops."

She eased up on her magic to let Dumbledore sit up.

"My dear girl, think about what you are doing," Dumbledore pleaded. "You will doom the Wizarding World if you do not fulfill your destiny."

"I'm cleaning up your mess. Isn't that enough? The horcrux will be destroyed by morning."

"You can't!" yelled Dumbledore.

Harriet glared at him. "Why not? Because it's not part of your plan?"

Dumbledore sputtered. "You do not have the means to destroy it."

"I don't," Harriet admitted. "But I know someone who does. Who do you think took care of the other horcruxes?"

"But the one inside you," started Dumbledore.

"Gone," she said. "And I'm still alive. You were wrong."

Dumbledore's eyes widened in shock. "That's impossible."

"Maybe for you," said Harriet. She stepped around him and started down the stairs backwards, keeping her hands up at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore began to get up. "Wait!" he called desperately. "You don't know where Voldemort is. I can help you defeat him, Harriet."

"I don't need you to find him," Harriet told him.

Dumbledore hurried to his feet and started for her. Harriet flicked her wrists and chains wrapped around his body. He fell back onto the landing.

"No!" yelled Dumbledore, squirming on the floor trying to free himself. "You can't do this! You need me! I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore! I am the Leader of the Light! I am the greatest wizard of this age! You need me to guide you! You need me! You are lost without me!"

Even though Harriet was unnerved by Dumbledore unhinged ranting, she didn't let it show as she turned and ran down the stairs to the third floor. She gathered some magic in her hand and it shaped it into a ghostlike bird the size of a Snitch.

"Found it," she told it.

Her magical messenger flew off in the direction of the great hall.

Harriet went back through the passageway and snuck out of Hogsmeade under her invisibility cloak. She didn't take it off again until she reached the marked stump. She placed the horcrux and compass on it, but she didn't leave right away. She didn't want to leave the horcrux out for just anyone to find it and she needed to warn whoever came to retrieve it about the compulsion to wear the diadem. Harriet searched her backpack and found a pen. On the back of the note originally left on the stump, she wrote her note of warning, signed it HP, and tucked the corner under the compass.

Harriet turned and began to walk away. She only took about five steps when a familiar loud buzzing filled her ears and she had a stabbing pain shoot through her skull. When it stopped, Harriet turned and saw everything she left on the stump was gone.

Harriet returned to the hotel to find a party going on in their suite. There was all sorts of candy on the table along with an open bottle of wine. Ophelia and Ursula were dancing around Remus while appropriate Halloween music was playing, the sheer fabric of their costumes swirling around them. Sirius was the first to see her come in and let out a barking laugh as he hugged her. He had her sit down next to the twins and proceeded to regale her with what happened in the great hall with Remus correcting his exaggerated recount.

After the four women had gone into Hogwarts, Sirius had gotten impatient and decided to go in to see if he could help. Remus had followed him to keep him from doing anything stupid. Ophelia had been in the middle of a monologue fit for a movie when the two arrived, calling the Order the Order of the Chickens for their cowardice and saying they could have done something before things with Voldemort had gotten to this point and had instead done nothing. She then had thought it would be a good idea to turn all the students into chickens. The professors hadn't known what to do at that point. If they had helped the students, it left them open to attack by the four women, but they couldn't fight back without potentially hitting a student as they had all been flapping around in a panic. Snape had been the only one to try to attack with a Stunner, but Forsythia had sent it back to him using her frying pan like a tennis racket. He would be waking up with a massive headache later. Dumbledore must have slipped out the back at this time because they didn't see him after that in the great hall. Sirius also added that one of the students, one who had been turned into a white hen with pale silver eyes, had hopped up to Ophelia and demanded to be turned into something else, not back into a human. Ophelia had turned her into a white rabbit instead. Remus asked how Ophelia knew what the student wanted and Ophelia shrugged and said that great minds think alike. The twins were disappointed that they missed out on witnessing the great hall being turned into a chicken coop. Ophelia then preformed an encore, turning Fred and George into roosters.

Harriet filled them in on finding the horcrux and facing Dumbledore and his rant about how she needed him to defeat Voldemort and fulfill her destiny. She breezed over it like it was nothing though Sirius, Remus, and the twins stared at her like she was crazy for taking on Dumbledore.

"What was I supposed to do?" Harriet asked them. "He was in my way."

The four women brushed it off like Harriet did. They were the ones who trained her and hadn't been concerned that she had to fight Dumbledore alone. If anything, they were disappointed that she hadn't done anything more restrain the headmaster.

After stories were swapped, they decided to watch a Halloween movie. Since the twins hadn't seen a movie before, they didn't want to traumatize them. Harriet set up the smart television to play the movie from the laptop she brought along. She chose a movie about three witches being revived by a candle and needing to suck the life out of children to keep them young. Fred and George were both fascinated and insulted at how non-magicals portrayed witches, but they had a good time. After the movie, Harriet logged in to a live video streaming site to watch a group of friends play her favorite asymmetrical horror game. They watched a couple rounds together before the twins decided to leave. Harriet gave them both hugs and said she would keep in touch.

After the twins left, the celebration started to wind down. Margarita and Forsythia went to bed first, followed by Remus. Ophelia, Ursula, and Sirius stayed up with Harriet watching the stream for another hour before heading off to bed themselves. Harriet ended up falling asleep on the sofa and didn't wake up until her phone alarm started going off.

"Riding hard every shooting star, come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox!"

Harriet turned off her alarm and immediately got a message from Nee-san, his peacock picture popping up on her screen. He was clearly upset with her over something, but she couldn't read what he was messaging because he continued to send messages and his coworkers and a few other people she knew in those circles were messaging her right along with him. Pictures of peacocks, sharks, minks wearing crowns, snakes, and chameleons were dancing on her screen. She finally got fed up with it and put her phone on airplane mode so she could read Nee-san's messages in peace.

He messaged that he wasn't sure if he should be impressed or insulted by what she did and that if she needed someone taken care of that he and a few others would have happily done it for her. He added she left quite an impression with the prince, but Nee-san always felt that Harriet was such a tidy person. At least she could have called them for cleanup.

Harriet had no idea what he was talking about. She moved on to the other messages. Everyone else pretty much said the same thing and asking if she was okay in their own strange ways.

Ophelia strode into the room with a twisted smile on her face. "Oh, you need to see this." She turned the television on a news channel.

Early in the morning, someone's severed head was found on a spike at London Bridge. People had thought it was a Halloween decoration as the face didn't look human. When someone had taken a closer look at it, they discovered the head had been real and the face had been subjected to dramatic cosmetic surgery for the person to look snake-like. Also in the news, there was a gruesome discovery in Little Hangleton where almost a dozen people had been found murdered in a house. Police were trying to figure out if the head found at London Bridge belonged to the headless body found in Little Hangleton.

Harriet stared at the television for a long moment before looking at her phone. She now understood what Nee-san and the others were talking about. She turned off airplane mode so she could start sending replies. When she did, a message came through with an unknown number. Opening it up, Harriet let out a small shriek. The picture was of Voldemort's head on a spike at London Bridge, but the picture was taken some time in the middle of the night. There was a watermark on the picture - a circle with an X through it. Below the picture was a two word message.

Game Over.

Ophelia looked over Harriet's shoulder to see her phone. "Hmm, someone took the saying about cutting off the head of the snake literally. Nice job. I'd like to see him try to come back from that. Do you want breakfast? I'm going to order room service."

"No, thank you," said Harriet, feeling her stomach turn over at the thought of food.

Ophelia sauntered out of the room.

Another message came through, this time from Geek.

All taken care of. The guys had fun last night.

Harriet understood and messaged Nee-san and the others.

It wasn't me, but I know who it was. You have your secrets. I have my secrets. And they have their secrets.

They all got the message to let the subject drop, understanding that Harriet may not be able to tell them everything.

The twins sent Harriet a copy of the Daily Prophet. The Wizarding World was in an uproar over Voldemort being alive and then defeated again. Fudge was trying to cover himself to not look bad, but people were angry at his denial of Voldemort's return and the smear campaign two years ago of Dumbledore and Harriet. Then there was the fact that non-magicals found the bodies of Voldemort and the Death Eaters and how the Obliviators were trying to Obliviate all the non-magicals involved before too many people knew. Harriet knew that was a futile effort. Reading on, she saw the Wizarding World was awaiting her return. Now that the threat of Voldemort was gone, it was safe for their savior to come out of hiding. Some were calling for her to return to fulfill her duty to the Wizarding World as an Auror. Harriet laughed out loud at that. She was going back to America and there was nothing the British Wizarding World could do about it.

The seven of them flew back to America that evening. Harriet slept most of the time on the plane, feeling free like the first time she left with the four women. Voldemort was gone and there was no coming back for him. Margarita had called a certain club owner in Los Angeles for her and he confirmed Voldemort was in a special place in Hell and he wasn't getting out. On top of that, Harriet had no obligations to the British Wizarding World and nothing to tie her there. It was over.

They had a layover in New York before getting on another plane to take them to Florida. Harriet spent the time on her laptop playing an online trading card game against someone with the username Herculeon. She won the match by a small margin. Herculeon immediately left the chat and Harriet was searching for a new match.

Her search for a new match was interrupted by an email alert. It was from the trading card game site. Harriet opened it up and saw there was a countdown on the email saying the code below needed to be entered into her scanner before midnight. The code was a series of numbers and letters similar to the codes on the trading cards. Harriet looked for more instruction or what the code was for, but the email didn't say. Since she didn't know what it could be for, she gave one of her friends knowledgeable in the game a call.

"Hey, Peyton. Sorry for calling you so late. I just got this weird code in an email and it says to type it into my scanner before midnight."

Harriet jumped as her friend whooped in her ear.

"About time! Type it in and whatever happens, keep your scanner on you at all times. I'll see you in Chaotic!"

Harriet heard him hand up. Could this be the code her friends had told her about? Harriet typed the code into her scanner and the screen went black. She pressed a few buttons, but it wouldn't respond at all.

"Great," she muttered. "Peyton, you better not have made me break my scanner."

"Harriet." Sirius reached over and tapped her on the shoulder. "Our plane is going to be boarding soon, pup."

"Okay." Harriet put her scanner in her pocket and gathered her carry-on. She would worry about her scanner later.

"Happy to be back in America?" Sirius asked her as they walked to their gate.

Ahead of them, Harriet saw Ophelia, Ursula, Margarita, Forsythia, and Remus waiting at the gate. She looked up at Sirius. "You bet I am."

His expression fell a little. "Are you sure you want them to get away with it all?"

"Hmm?"

"What Dumbledore, the Weasleys, and the Dursleys did to you, do you want them to get away with it?" Sirius clarified.

"They'll do themselves in," said Harriet. "I'm sure the neighbors have already found out that the Dursleys aren't the normal, hardworking family they've made themselves out to be since the payments have stopped. As for Dumbledore, Voldemort is dead and gone and it wasn't by his hand or mine. He doesn't get the satisfaction of being right about me being the only one to defeat Voldemort or defeating Voldemort himself. And he can tell the Wizarding World what he likes, but at the end of the day he knows the truth and he can suck on that sour lemon drop for the rest of his life."

"But the money he stole," Sirius went on.

Harriet stopped, causing Sirius to do the same. "What about it? I made it all back and then some helping Ophelia from last year's makeup collection. It's never mattered to me."

"You know the twins are putting aside money to pay you back," he told her. "They feel like they need to for their family's part participating in Dumbledore's plans."

"If they feel like they must, we'll work out some sort of a business deal," said Harriet.

Sirius shook his head and chuckled. "You really don't want revenge, do you?"

"Why would I need revenge?" asked Harriet. "Voldemort is dead, I severed my ties with the British Wizarding World, I have a family and real friends who see me, not the Girl-Who-Lived. And do you know the best part? I'm free."

"You're a better person than I am," Sirius said with a smile.

Harriet shrugged. "I try. Now judging by how Remus is trying to get our attention, I think we need to hurry up and get on the plane."

Sirius looked up to see Remus waving at them frantically to get their attention. They could see plane was beginning to board.

"Harriet! Sirius!" Ursula sang, her voice carrying over noise of everyone else. "Let's go!"

"We're coming!" Sirius yelled, grabbing Harriet's arm and pulling her along as he dashed for the gate.

Harriet laughed as they boarded the plane, happy to be going home.

End.

I hope this chapter has brought closure. I have been working on this for nearly two weeks and had to put Quote the Pauper Forevermore on hold again. I think I may have written a page. I will most certainly go back to that story now. I'll keep you updated on my profile page under my news heading. Thank you again for reading this story.