A/N: Well, it's been a fun ride and a great exercise in writing. This is the final chapter / the epilogue of the story. Hope you enjoy it. Now I can take a shower and start working on The Golden Dragon.

Epilogue: The King

Harry walked down the corridor of the great mansion, careful not to step on the torn corpses of Death Eaters that had been dispatched in an overly bloody manner. The room stank of clean blood, unlike the dark porridge covering him, and he felt his hunger rising, although he refused to feed himself the blood of these idiotic wizards. Blood and soul were the holders of power, and he didn't want their weakness to seep into him. As it was, he didn't need most of the power he had, let alone more power. Voldemort was finally dead, and he regretted doing it so fast.

"Shit!" he cursed as he kicked one of the corpses on his way to the double winged doors of Malfoy Manor. His frustrations seemed to seep into his kick, because he didn't intend to kick the corpse ten meters down the corridor and out on the walkway to the door. He sighed as he continued walking. This was not how he envisioned killing Voldemort. He wanted the bastard to suffer, and not only in a physical manner. He wanted to slowly start killing off his followers, one by one, just as he had killed his loved ones. He wanted him to feel as helpless as he had been before he met Kain and Raziel, and he wanted him backed up to a wall, with no way out. He wanted to see the fear and frustration in his eyes. He wanted Voldemort to suffer as he had suffered.

And he also wanted the wizarding world to suffer a bit more. There wasn't enough death and destruction for them to appreciate peace. No matter. He would proceed as planned. He exited the manor house and looked on the front lawn. Of the twelve vampires he took with him, eleven stood. He frowned as he counted them in his head.

"Where is Sebastian?" he asked, referring to the youngest vampire on the council.

"He was hit with a spell, Emperor. He transported himself to his hideout during the fight. He said that he would be only a hindrance, and removed himself from the fight." answered Causus, the eldest of the Vampire Lords.

"Good. A handkerchief." Harry ordered, extending his right arm toward Causus. Causus removed one that only had a small blotch of blood on one corner of it and handed it to Harry. Harry blew his nose in it, and looked at the black splotch of blood, blood that looked more like ink; cover the center of the small cloth. He cleaned his nose thoroughly, not liking the smell in his nostrils, and handed it back to the Vampire Lord. The vampire took a look at the inky blotch in the middle, and discarded the handkerchief with a look of disgust on his face.

"Status report." demanded Harry softly.

"One injured and evacuated, zero dead. Found eleven prisoners, most of them injured, three dead. Evacuated the living ones. The spy vampire was found dead and Vlad was unaccounted for. All of his clan is dead, killed quite easily by the group that went through the front door. Target Bellatrix was resisting, so we had to knock her out. She was in the middle of a ritual, and when we interrupted it, she went limp in our arms. Dead." finished the vampire in an impassive voice.

"What kind of a ritual?" asked Harry suspiciously. There weren't many rituals that could kill you outright if you were interrupted.

"I don't know a lot about wizarding rituals, but she was in a bathtub full of blood, holding this amulet and chanting something." said Causus before he handed a necklace with a black stone on it. Harry took it in his arm, and looked at it carefully. A black aura with yellow blotches in it appeared around it, and he smirked before the Soul Reaver sprung in his arm, sucking up the soul fragment from it. He pocketed the necklace with a smile and looked up to the vampires.

"Distance yourself from the Manor. I want to… try something." he said with a coy smile. Causus didn't understand why that smile made his insides freeze, figuratively speaking, but he waved at the other vampires to follow him, and they all turned into swarms of bats, moving south east and away from the manor. Once they were half a mile away from it, the leading swarm descended and reformed into Causus. He turned around and looked towards the Manor, not paying mind to his fellow Lords as they descended behind him. What they saw next would forever be burned into their memory.

A small orange light ascended from the ground and into the skies, relatively slowly. It went up, up and up, until it was only a dim blotch in the grey clouds above them. Suddenly, it gained brightness, growing from a dim orange to a shining light orange, then to a yellow, then light yellow, then white, before finally settling on a bluish white light. Suddenly it speared downwards and onto the manor. They saw a blitz of white light from the manor before they heard an enormous explosion and felt the very ground beneath their feet shake. They looked with wide eyes at the manor where their lord was at, and saw only a big crater on the ground, filled with burning and melting debris. A small pop behind them made them start and turn around.

Harry Potter stood there, a grim look on his face as he dragged a crushed and distorted figure behind him. He tossed it before their feet, and they looked down to meet the black eyes of Vlad. The traitor's eyes were wide and glassy, and it was obvious that he was dying.

"I found this disgrace to our race hiding under an invisibility cloak in one of the rooms, one he no doubt stole from one of the Death Eaters as soon as he heard the fighting start. While he was under it, he killed our informant." Harry said, before he jumped ten meters in the air and landed on one foot under which Vlad's head crunched as it was crushed like a nut . Half of it buried in the ground while the other half got compressed under the power of Harry's descent. Blood and brains oozed from under Harry's boot, and he lifted it before scraping the undesirable matter on his shoe sole from the soft grass below.

"You seem disappointed Emperor." said Causus carefully.

"I am disappointed, but not by you. I just wish it didn't end so fast. The war should have lasted at least until Christmas. That way the wizarding world would be more… thankful to its savior. But I had no idea that a copy of the History of Nosgoth survived the Great Burning. Voldemort's plan forced my hand tonight, and if it was anything other than the Unspoken, I would have stayed put. I feared, however, that his plan would be successful, and that the Unspoken would be unleashed again. What was the name of our informant?" asked Harry curiously.

"Daryl Ashcroft was his name. A freshly turned vampire. I believe he was an American tourist that visited England in the eighties." answered the Vampire Lord. After all, it was his informant, so only he knew the name.

"Daryl Ashcroft will be rewarded posthumously with the Emperor's Hand, as will you all. It was the highest distinction the last time I was Emperor, over two thousand years ago. The last Vampire to gain it was Damien. Daryl will be remembered as a hero among vampires; one that knew who the traitor was and stuck by his side, while leaking information to the Emperor. Only a week remains before the Empire is complete again. Until that time, I will be taking over the so called wizarding world. Now, since dawn is coming, I have an entrance to make. Goodbye gentlemen." he said with a small bow before he disappeared with a pop.

The Vampire Lords looked curiously at each other. They didn't know how the Emperor would achieve to singlehandedly overthrow the ministry of magic, but they understood that they were but children in the eyes of the Emperor, and even all of them put together couldn't fathom his genius. After all he had been killing gods and wraths in old Nosgoth before they were even born. And not even immortals should question something that could kill a God.

===== Three Hours Later =====

Harry Potter, his clothes torn and bloody, walked imperiously toward the Double winged doors. Witches and wizards stepped back and covered their mouths as their savior walked confidently down the corridor, and some that were weak at heart even vomited at the sight.

"Sir, I'm afraid that I can't allow you to…" said the nervous Auror that guarded the double winged doors, but he was quickly blasted sideways with a single swipe of Harry's hand. He kicked the doors open, Kain style, and strolled in the Wizengamot Chamber as if he owned the place, which he now technically did. A roar of disapproval met him on the other side of the doors, and the Wizengamot members all yelled something or other at him.

"SILENCE!!!" he roared over them, his voice slightly louder than it should have been. The noise stopped immediately.

"As of three hours ago, I, Harry James Potter, defeated and killed the self proclaimed Lord Voldemort and the bulk of his forces." he said in a clear and loud voice. Noise started again, cheering this time, and he had to sigh before he took a big breath.

"SILENCE!!!" he yelled again, and it had the same effect as the last time.

"How do you know that he is dead and will not return like he did last time?" yelled a member of the Wizengamot, and soon afterwards the noise exploded again. Harry was through yelling, and used his wand to create a canon-blast noise. The Wizengamot immediately quieted down.

"Who is the Supreme Mugwump?" he asked impatiently.

"We haven't selected one yet!" one of the wizards in the back yelled. Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Who is the oldest among you then?" Harry asked. There was silence in the room, before Madam Marchbanks, a lady even older than Dumbledore was, stood up and said "I believe I am, young man."

"Then please, be the voice behind this insufferable crowd, and take the mantle as Supreme Mugwump temporarily." said Harry. Madam Marchbanks slowly descended down the stairs from her hereditary seat and stood at the stall where the Supreme Mugwump usually stood.

"Good. Now, I have come to inform you that the self proclaimed Lord Voldemort has been eradicated by myself, Harry James Potter, along with the bulk of his army." said Harry loudly again.

"How do you know that he won't come back again?" asked Madame Marchbanks.

"Simple. I undid all the steps that he took in order to be immortal, and when I faced him, he was mortal." answered Harry.

"Well, that is very good news. You will surely be awarded Order of the Merlin First Class because you defeated the Dark Lord, as soon as we elect our new Mugwump." said Madam Marchbanks.

"I'm afraid I won't have the honor to receive the award madam Marchbanks. The Wizengamot will not exist by the time I leave this room." he said politely.

"Is that a threat, young man?" asked madam Marchbanks with a raised eyebrow.

"No. None of you will be harmed in any way but politically. As soon as I leave this room, the Wizengamot will lose all of its credibility." he said with a smile.

"And why would that happen, Mister Potter?" asked Madam Marchbanks loudly, her voice above the murmurs that started up in the benches.

"Because, Madam Marchbanks, I, Harry James Potter, hereby claim the title Heir of Merlin, and subsequently claim the title Ruler of the Wizarding World. With this power invested in me, handed down from the blood heir of Merlin himself, I hereby disband the Wizengamot, which sole purpose was a temporary governing body until a single Heir of Merlin surfaced!" said Harry, his voice loud. The Wizengamot roared in disproval again, but they were quickly quieted by a canon-blast charm, courtesy of Madam Marchbanks this time.

"I do not quite understand, Mr. Potter. The title Heir of Merlin was held by two families, Slytherin and Dumbledore. With the Slytherin line dead, wouldn't that make the current Head of Dumbledore House the Heir of Merlin?" she asked confusedly.

"Yes, you are quite right. However, you do not know what happened more than a month ago. What you do know is that the last Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Dumbledore, one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was sentenced to life imprisonment, and had all his legal titles stripped away from him and given to his brother, while all of his financial assets went to me. As I went to the Hogs Head, a bar that came in my possession on the day of the trial, I was attacked by the brother of Albus, Aberforth Dumbledore, who was then Head of the most Ancient and Noble House of Dumbledore. I was subdued and I learned that he was going to torture and then kill me in revenge of his brother's imprisonment and subsequent death." said Harry. The Wizengamot gasped as one and started murmuring quietly, but Harry cleared his throat, and they continued listening to the story.

"Now, I managed to turn the tables, so to speak, and had Aberforth at a disadvantage. The man had attacked me on what was then my property, along with his eldest granddaughter, Anastasia, and now I had them both disarmed and subdued. By wizarding law, I had the right to deal out any punishment, even death, to the people who had attacked me on my own property, but I was more lenient towards the people. I had Aberforth sign over his seat in the Wizengamot to me and the title Heir of Merlin, and sell his eldest granddaughter to me for an undisclosed amount of money and properties. I have the documents here. As you can see everything is legal." said Harry, handing the documents to Madam Marchbanks.

She looked over them, nodded once and returned the documents to him.

"So that is how I got the title Heir of Merlin, and that is what gives me the power to disband the Wizengamot, since I am the only Heir left." said Harry. Just as was saying that, all of them noticed that the shields in front of them that represented their power in the Wizengamot had been fading away, before they disappeared completely.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, former members of the Wizengamot, I guess our duty is done. We can all go home now." said madam Marchbanks, quite cheerfully, as if she was a teenager that just informed her schoolmates that the rest of the classes for the day were canceled. There was an uproar by several wizards and witches, ones that held a little too much love for their power as members of the Wizengamot. Some tried to cast spells at Harry, but they were all rebuked by a silver shield Harry cast. Several Aurors filed into the room, and came to arrest the said wizards and witches, which by the time their spells left their wands were subdued by the other ex members of the Wizengamot. Harry smiled as he left the room and flooed to his tower.

===== Several months later=====

"Ah, Monsignor Delacour, welcome, welcome. Please sit down. Make yourself comfortable." said Madam Bones after she received two kisses on the cheeks by her friend. The sandy haired wizard sat down on one of the sofas and instantly an enchanted teapot poured some tea into a cup for him, and then another cup for his friend.

"So, Amelia, how are things doing in the old kingdom? News reached me that the Dark Lord had been defeated." said Dumont Delacour as he took a sip from the hot tea.

"Oh, things have been splendid. My niece is to be married in a year and to the King no less." said Amelia with a tinge of pride in her voice.

"The king? Amelia, I thought that the Wizengamot and the Ministry of Magic were the ruling bodies of the Wizarding Britain. I wasn't even aware that there was a king!" exclaimed an astonished Dumont, who was a liaison to the British Ministry of Magic from the French Ministry of Magic.

"Well, all of that was true, in a sense, before the happenings of the morning after Halloween. That was the morning the Dark Lord was defeated, by the king, before he strolled into the Wizengamot and declared himself as The Heir of Merlin." said Amelia before she took another sip of her tea and continued, seeing as Dumont was already immersed in her speech.

"And he was, but not by blood. You see, back when Merlin still walked the earth, he was by far the most powerful wizard of them all. Anyway, a dark threat loomed on a horizon, a Dark Emperor had amassed an army of demons and vampires, and the only one who could stop him was Merlin himself. He jumped at the chance, but in the battle, just as he had dispatched the dark Emperor, he was mortally wounded. The people had wanted him to take over as their king and unite the wizards and witches, but he had died before he could even designate an heir. He had two wives, with sons that were born on the same day, so the wizards of the time formed the Wizengamot, the first ruling body in the history of wizard kind, to rule over the wizards and witches until such a time a single heir of Merlin emerged, with none other that could claim the same title. Eventually, it boiled down to two people, Albus Dumbledore and Tom Marvolo Riddle, who was the last of his line. Dumbledore had figured that there was a curse on the heirs that would not let one heir terminate the bloodline of the other heir. So, through manipulation, murder, theft and extortion, he influenced a young boy, Harry Potter, to kill the last heir of the other bloodline, so he could claim the title as king." said Amelia before she took another sip of her tea. Dumont's tea had already gotten cold, so he put it down on the coffee table.

"What happened then?" he asked interested. It seemed like a story straight out of a fairytale.

"Well, Harry Potter unveiled the crimes that Dumbledore did, and on the trial, the Wizengamot decided that all assets Dumbledore had were to go to Harry Potter who had suffered all his life because of Dumbledore." said Amelia.

"Including the title of the Heir of Merlin?" asked the French wizard.

"No, the titles were passed on to his brother, Aberforth, before Albus Dumbledore practically committed suicide when faced with a life of imprisonment with Dementors." said Amelia. The French wizard shivered at the name of the foul beasts. He had once in his life visited Azkaban to see how the British wizards handled their prisoners, and that visit had left a scar within his subconsciousness.

"So you say that your niece is to marry an old man with no teeth?" Dumont asked incredulously when he remembered how Albus Dumbledore looked, and how his brother, no matter how younger, should look.

"Oh, good heavens, no! Let me finish the story. Now, when touring his new properties, Harry stumbled into a bar, the Hogs Head, which was by now his. He told the patrons to leave the building, and he found that Aberforth Dumbledore still lived there, along with his two granddaughters. Aberforth wanted revenge for his brother, and engaged Harry in magical combat. After Harry subdued him, he had all the right to kill the man, and his eldest niece that had joined her grandfather in the fight. However, he showed mercy, and gave the man a small house to live in and some money, in exchange for all the titles Aberforth held, a magical contract that would insure that the man never conspired against or attacked him ever again, and his eldest granddaughter as a slave. The old man accepted the deal, as he had no choice. Afterwards, we could only guess what Harry Potter was doing, until Halloween night, where he stormed Malfoy Manor where the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters were hiding; killing everyone that attacked him or that carried a mask, before dispatching the Dark Lord himself, and finally raising the building to the ground. The next morning, he appeared in the Wizengamot, and I was there let me tell you, covered in black blood, his clothes torn and his hair singed. He told us what happened, and claimed that he was the only remaining Heir of Merlin, and the ancient spells that held the Wizengamot as an authentic ruling body faded into nothingness." said Amelia, watching Dumont's open mouthed expression of disbelief for a second before she continued.

"After that, he disappeared for two days, before he strolled into the ministry and told everyone that since he was the king of the British wizards, he discarded every law of the land ever written as null and void, and presented a new set of laws, laws that declared every sentient magical race with near human intelligence, equal with wizards, except in education, as Hogwarts remains as it always been, a school for witchcraft and wizardry. Special clauses were made for werewolves until a cure for their inflictions was found. A new judging body was handpicked by him, all of the suspicious characters and supporters of the former dark lord were immediately fired and scheduled for trial, and there are even rumours that he has his own trusted people in every department of the ministry, that inform him of any unlawful and shady dealings that ever happen. Just last week a witch was incarcerated because she took a bribe to have one of the underage detectors shut down. As of late, the king declared that the Department of Mysteries was no longer a part of the Ministry, since now the ministry is more like a regulatory body rather than a governing one." said Amelia with a tone of finality.

"Wow. That's just… wow. It all seems like a fairy tale. I mean, a young boy, not even of age, to become king?" asked Amelia's guest disbelievingly.

"Oh, despite his age, every honest witch and wizard in the country seems quite pleased with him. The economy is blooming because he stopped the war that was dragging us into a depression and because he removed the outdated laws and introduced reform. There is not a single race ready to slit a wizard's throat now, since he made all the sentient races equal in the eyes of the law. He even petitioned house elves to give them freedom, but of course, the petition was unsuccessful, since no house elf wanted to be free. However, he did pass a House Elf Protection Act, in which all house elves get the benefits that a working wizard has, health, dental and all, and protects them from abuse and misuse. A wizard can now be punished severely for striking his house elf. Some of the more 'prominent' purebloods were sent to a visit of Azkaban for this very reason." she said with a smirk.

"A pureblood going to… that place, because he struck his own house elf?" asked Dumont incredulously.

"Yes. Even though house elves have no freedom, they were still given the rest of the rights a wizard has, bar the right to use a wand, which they do not need anyway." said Amelia smiling. She thought the act was much more than 'just' a protection act. Harry knew how the wizard's of the Malfoy sort treated their servants and other people, and it was a neatly devised trap. A wizard would hit a house elf out of habit, and he would be arrested, not just because he hit the house elf, but because he had been hitting it in the past. And if a wizard that had treated his own house elf like that, who knew how he treated those that were of little to no benefit for him.

"So, your niece is going to be the queen?" asked Dumont excitedly. He would have a connection to the king, as little Susan remembered her as 'Uncle' Dumont. He was not her uncle of course, but he had acted like one every time he visited Amelia in Britain.

"No. Er- the king is not monogamous." Amelia said, her cheeks blushing slightly.

"Not monogamous?" he asked curiously. This information could be of use to him.

"Yes, some wizards, when drunk of course, would refer to him as 'the sultan' instead of 'the king'. I myself find it quite funny. Even the Aurors are referring to him as the Sultan. The sultan says this, and the sultan says that. Of course, when he appears out of nowhere in front of them, they get this pale look on their faces, it is priceless" said Amelia with a small chuckle.

"Quite funny indeed." said Dumont, but the humour section of his brain wasn't working at the moment, although the politics section was nearly overheating. Thoughts of his younger, Gabrielle, flooded his mind, and thoughts of how great life would be if Gabrielle were to marry the new king of Britain. The king was just a boy, after all, and he doubted that he could resist her vela charm. She would rise up in the ranks of his harem, no matter how large it was, and would soon become queen of wizarding Britain, if there wasn't a vela with a stronger charm and more talents in the sexual arts than Gabrielle in the king's harem.

"I know what you're thinking, Dumont. I can practically see the gears spinning in your mind, and let me warn you right now. Your plan, no matter how well crafted, will not work." said Amelia with narrowed eyes. She was one of the more staunch supporters of the king, and in fact, she was a spy for the king.

"Why not?" asked Dumont, almost innocently, but the grin on his face was anything but.

"For one, the king is… immune to any mind altering magic. And I mean any mind altering magic. One of the darker purebloods requested a meeting with him, and while in the meeting, he cast the Imperious curse and ordered the king to make him king. The king just smiled and lifted his wand, killing the wizard on the spot. Since then, anyone knows that messing with the king's mind brings a fast and certain death. One second you are casting the imperious curse on him, and the very next second you are dead." she said slowly. Dumont paled, thinking what would happen to his daughter if he hadn't been warned by Amelia.

"Oh, he wouldn't do anything to Gabrielle. He has a soft spot for young, beautiful and innocent ladies. That's why he agreed on the marriage contract for my niece. And he would definitely accept a marriage contract from you for Gabrielle. I think he wants at least one woman from other humanoid races, as he accepted a wood nymph, a mermaid and a female vampire in his harem." said Amelia mischievously.

"A.. A vampire?" said Dumont, going even paler at the thought that he would just send girl little girl in a harem that had a vampire in it. It was no secret that French wizards feared vampires, as they had many wars and problems with them in the past.

"Oh, don't worry. Just after he sat on the throne, he immediately contacted the vampire lords, and had them all eating out of his hand in a matter of minutes. He promised to make it illegal for any race under his law to attack a vampire unless provoked by them, but reminded them that it would be illegal to attack any race as well without being provoked. It was a truce as soon as he said those words. I was on the meeting and, frankly, I could tell that they were sick and tired from all the secrecy. The vampire hunts had them hiding for most of their lives, and the freedom promised seemed very appealing to them." assured Amelia when she saw how devastated Dumont seemed.

"I... I'll have to think about this. A vampire!" said Dumont, his voice almost cracking. Amelia Bones just smirked at him.