A/N: It's finally here, the last chapter. Sorry it took so long. I was planning on having it done before the New Year, but my inspiration went away. Like it usually does when I'm on vacation. But here it is. Neku and Harry finally face against the Game Master. And now you'll all find out just what Harry is doing in Shibuya.

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Chapter 7: Checkmate

"Today's the day," Neku said. "Day seven. The last day of the Game."

"Yeah." Harry took off his glasses, wiped them on his robes, and placed them back on his face. "I'm … kind of nervous. This Game Master … he is much stronger than the Noise we've been fighting this entire week."

"If we want our lives back, we can't lose to him." Neku crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of which, I wonder when he's going to send us the mission."

"Didn't you just say that today's mission is to defeat the Game Master?" Harry asked.

"But we don't know where he is, do we?" Neku replied, his voice tinged with a slight hint of sarcasm. "The day's missions don't officially start until they are issued by the Game Master."

Right on cue, Neku and Harry's cell-phones beeped simultaneously not even a second after Neku's statement.

"It's here." Harry whipped out his phone and flipped it open, reading through the text message. "Round 7. Defeat the Game Master at Spain Hill. Time limit: 600 minutes. Game over will result in erasure."

Once he had finished reading through the mission, Harry's palm surged with the familiar pain of the timer being burned into it. Neku's face held the same look as well. "There's the timer," the redhead muttered.

Harry placed his phone back into his robes pocket. "Well, it's our last stand. Let's win this. Let's do it for all the other Players who were erased earlier this week."

"Will do," Neku said, somewhat bemused by Harry's somberness – no doubt wondering where it was coming from. He turned to leave for Spain Hill.

"You know," Harry spoke up, not having moved from his spot. He took a good, long look of the scramble crossing, as if he would never see it again. "You and I … we haven't been the best of friends throughout the week. But I wouldn't have made it past the first day without you. You're not too bad, Neku Sakuraba."

"Humph." Neku shoved his hands into his oversized pockets, noticeably uncomfortable. "Yeah … you're okay too. Now come on. Let's take down that Noboru guy."

-

As he and Neku raced through the crowded streets of Shibuya, Harry noted the absence of the red-hooded wall Reapers. Perhaps they decided to be merciful and spare any remaining Players the pain of performing pointless tasks?

"Oho! You two are Players, are you not?"

Harry broke into a stream of mental curses. There went his hopes of making it through the final day of the Game without being harassed by wall Reapers. But when he turned to look at the Reaper that had called out to him and Neku, he realized that the Reaper in question did not wear a red hooded sweater. Instead, this one wore a black hooded sweatshirt, sunglasses, black sweatpants, and a dark red bandanna over his nose and mouth.

"We're in a hurry," Neku said flatly. "Move, or I'll be forced to move you myself."

The Reaper simply laughed at Neku's threat. "I don't think so. Today is Day Seven, the magical day when I finally get to attack you."

"What the –" Harry started.

"Get ready!" Neku shouted, his body tensing into a fighter's stance. "We're going to have to fight!"

The black-hooded Reaper laughed once again and sent a pack of wolf noise against Neku and Harry. Four of the wolves were a pale, sickly green with gray-blue tails. The remaining wolf had bright yellow fur, a flame red tail, and looked especially powerful. Harry felt the now-familiar sensation of being sent into a battle zone and found that he was facing against the wolves. Drawing his wand, he muttered a spell and made the ground beneath the wolves explode.

Get out of my face! Take that! The green light puck soon followed Neku's voice.

"Stupefy!" Harry shouted, the red jet of light paralyzing two of the green wolves. The light puck passed from Harry to Neku.

In Neku's battle zone, the veteran Player was busy fending off the wolves. His Kewl Line pin took too long to charge. By the time he had gathered enough energy to unleash his attack, the wolf noise would strike and he would lose his concentration and, with it, the stored energy. Switching out Kewl Line in favor of Onmyo, he let out a loud screech. The visible sound waves stopped the wolves in their tracks. He pulled Frozen Cool out of his pocket and released an icicle from belowground that speared through the wolves.

"Reducto!" A jet of light shot from Harry's wand, struck the four green wolves, and created an explosion that disintegrated three of them.

Good work! Neku, in his own battle zone, had used his Force Rounds pin to destroy the yellow wolf.

Now we only have this thing to deal with, Harry thought as he stared down the remaining wolf noise.

I got it. Neku turned to the green wolf, Force Rounds clenched tightly in his fingers. "Any last words?" he shouted, blasting the noise with the pin's full strength.

The wolf burst into static as the energy beams hit their mark. Harry and Neku were pulled out of their respective battle zones and returned to the street where they had originally been. The Reaper that had challenged them was nowhere to be seen.

"Blast! We don't have time for this!" Neku swore, scowling at his palm. "The sooner we take out the Game Master, the sooner we can be done with this."

"Then we should go already!" Harry said, checking the vicinity for the presence of any more reapers. "Let's not waste any more time!"

"Right."

-

The path to Spain Hill proved to be rather uneventful after the battle with the black hooded Reaper, until Neku and Harry reached Molco. There was a large crowd gathered outside the department store, which the two Players ignored, but guarding the entrance to their destination was a wall Reaper. He appeared to be mumbling to himself.

"This is boring," the Reaper was complaining. "I've had it with these walls, standing here all day. I'm so hungry … aha! Want past this wall?" he asked, addressing Harry and Neku. "Then bring me a double burger!"

Harry turned to his partner, looking more than a little perturbed. "Is he sane?"

"Reapers more often than not give out really strange requests." Neku sighed and shook his head. "All right, back to the scramble. There's a burger place by the statue of Hachiko."

Shooting the wall Reaper another glare, Harry followed his partner as they retraced their steps back to the scramble crossing. Luckily, there were no other Reapers around waiting to ambush them or send them on ridiculous quests. They entered the Shibukyu Stationside in the Hachiko district, bought the food to give to the Reaper, and headed back outside.

As they headed back to Molco, Harry took the time to observe the people of Shibuya, to reflect upon the city's energy. Never had he seen a place of such chaos and diversity, where thoughts and ideals clashed and competed against one another. His neighbors from Privet Drive were all the same. They thought alike; they built off each other's opinions; they were all the same – unlike Shibuya, which seemed to be a breeding ground of people of all types imaginable.

He had been so lost in his mind that Harry didn't even realize that he and Neku had returned to Molco until his partner's voice broke though his musings.

"Here's your food," Neku growled, tossing the takeout bag at the Reaper.

"Sweet!" The Reaper grinned, reaching into the bag and pulling out the burger. "Thanks for the food. Objective complete. Wall clear!"

As the red Reaper abandoned his post, Neku and Harry lingered by the entrance to Spain Hill, unsure of whether they wanted to enter the district so soon.

"Well … this is it," Harry said. Despite the challenge that lay before him, his voice was calm and devoid of fear. It was almost as if he had already accepted the events that would unfold.

"Hang on, Shiki, I'm almost there," Neku muttered, just as determined as Harry was to put an end to the Reapers' Game.

The two Players turned to each other and nodded, in acknowledgement of the other's skills and readiness for the impending fight. Without looking back, they stepped into the district of Spain Hill.

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"Well, well … I see that the finalists have finally decided to show up."

Hajime Noboru, the Game Master, stood at the opposite end of Spain Hill from where Neku and Harry had entered. He looked unchanged from the day that the Players had first met him, dressed in his logo-imprinted T-shirt and jeans. However, he was wearing an almost feral grin that made him look deranged.

Neku glared at him coldly. "Your time is up, Noboru. We will win this fight."

"I was hoping you two would survive," Noboru said, his voice dripping with malicious anticipation. "I couldn't wait for the change to defeat you myself. This will be a game to truly test my abilities."

Harry's hands clenched into fists. He had disliked Noboru when they had first met on the third day, and he disliked the Game Master just as much as he did then. "You call this a Game," said the bespectacled boy, "but these are real people and their lives that you are toying with! I will never forgive you for that!"

"It is not merely my existence at stake, but Shiki's life too," Neku said, shifting into a fighter's stance. "As long as you stand in my way, I will erase you myself!"

"Come at me, then!" Noboru declared, laughing. "Show me what you've got!"

And then, suddenly, the Reapers' wings on Noboru's back began glowing and growing, until they were as tall and wide as he were. The Game Master's body began to change as well. His humanoid appearance began to melt away, revealing his noise form – a dark blue wolf that was about a foot taller than Neku, capable of standing on only its hind legs as well as all fours. Noboru let out a wolfish howl as his transformation completed itself.

"W-what just happened?" Harry shouted.

"The Game Masters can transform into noise," Neku answered. "That's how they fight us. Be on your guard!"

"You don't have to tell me twice," Harry said, his fingers wrapped around his wand. "Now let's get our lives!"

"I won't make it easy on you!" Noboru growled. His voice seemed to have been distorted with his transformation, sounding husky and much deeper than before.

With the promise of a fight about to start, Harry and Neku were pulled into their respective battle zones, for one last time. Noboru, like all other noise, was able to be present in both zones simultaneously. Neku reached into his pockets and drew out a handful of pins; Harry began mentally compiling a list of spells that would prove useful in battle.

Noboru made the first move. In his wolf form, he was much more limber and agile than either of the two Players. Neku reacted in time to use his Crackle Pop Barrier pin, creating a wall of flame that shielded him from Noboru. Harry wasn't as lucky. While Noboru had attacked Neku with a physical attack, he had launched an ice spell towards Harry. The wizard was unable to dodge or defend, and was sent flying backwards, crashing into the hard asphalt.

Be careful! Neku snapped at him.

Deciding not to respond to his partner's reprimand, Harry lifted his wand and screamed, "Stupefy!"

The jet of light struck Noboru square in the forehead. Screaming in pain and anger, the Game Master drew his paw back and slashed Harry's chest, shredding the wizard's robes and shirt. Harry winced from the blow, but when he looked down he was surprised to find that he was not bleeding.

Of course, I suppose the dead don't bleed. Pushing the morbid thought from his mind, Harry fired another spell at Noboru.

In the second battle zone, Neku was using Velocity Attack to deal damage to Noboru while using the enhanced speed from the pin to avoid the punches and kicks that the Noise sent his way. His strategy had been working flawlessly until Velocity Attack ran out of power. Neku came to a screeching stop, only to be flung backwards when Noboru's kick connected with his face.

You okay? Harry asked.

I'm just fine. Worry about yourself. Neku managed to regain his stance before he crashed into the asphalt. He then took out his Konohana Sakuya pin and used it to heal both Harry and himself.

Suddenly, in the midst of the battle, Noboru let out a howling laugh. "You won't defeat me that easily!" He swept his left arm in a wide arc, shouting, "Second Level Fire Blast!"

A small orb of fire began flickering and forming in the center of each battle zone, then it expanded outward into a dome of flame and heat almost as intense as that of the sun. Harry and Neku both received the full blast of the spell, but were able to remain standing.

We'll have to finish him as fast as we can, Neku's voice echoed in Harry's mind. Let's focus our attacks and use the light puck to finish this!

Right. Harry had belatedly noticed that the light puck that was usually exchanged between him and Neku in their battles had yet to appear. Neither had the Players been attempting to synchronize their attacks.

"Taste my blade, newbie!" Noboru lifted his arms into the air. Swords and lances and various other weapons began raining from the sky.

Harry pointed his wand at the weapons, ready to blast them into dust, but changed tactics at the last minute. "Protego!" he shouted, creating a barrier that protected him from being impaled.

Neku wasn't as lucky as his partner. A dagger cut his right arm as it fell dangerously close to him, and a lance left a slash on his pants. The redhead growled and used Enju to inflict a few slashes and cuts of his own on the Game Master. The light puck floated from Neku and drifted towards Harry.

Got it! Harry exclaimed once he received the light puck.

Noboru was unfazed by the light puck, too confident in his power to believe that it would make a difference. "Can you keep up at the next level?" he taunted, his eyes narrowing. The Noise hunched over and adopted a fighter's stance, and then he began throwing kicks and punches at Harry, who reacted too slowly to dodge.

Feeling their joined health as it drained away, Harry used the Konohana Sakuya pin once again to heal. He then turned his attention on Noboru, who had paused briefly in his assault. Taking advantage of the situation, Neku drew Local Fire, Distant Sea from his pocket and channeled the pin's powers to pick up a nearby car and launch it at Noboru.

The vehicle smashed against Noboru, hitting him in the face. Furious, the wolf Noise snarled as he shifted his position to stand on all fours. He then pounced at Neku, teeth flashing, ready to sink his fangs into the Player's throat. Neku quickly moved out of the way, then used Force Rounds to attack the Game Master from behind.

In Harry's battle zone, Noboru's barrage of fists and feet had finally ended. The wizard had taken a rather painful beating, but he was still able to fight. Not waiting for Noboru to make the next move, Harry sent a Reducto spell at the Noise. He felt the light puck as it left him and went for Neku. Noboru, who was finally starting to look as worn out and tired as the Players felt, knocked Harry off his feet with a sweep kick.

"Stupefy!" Harry shouted, keeping himself from falling onto the pavement with a midair recovery. The spell hit Noboru in the chest and paralyzed him for a few short seconds. It was all the opportunity that Harry needed to unleash his strongest spells and curses on the Game Master.

"Out of my face!" Neku yelled as he released a fully charged attack from Kewl Line. The blade of energy made Noboru stagger back, but it also angered him even more. The wolf Noise sent a flurry of punches in Neku's direction, the last of which struck Neku in the face. The teenager flew back and landed on the asphalt.

Are you hurt? Harry demanded of Neku, warding off a second round of Noboru's raining weapons attack with a Reducto spell.

I'll be all right, was his partner's response. Neku got to his feet and took hold of Flames Afar, Foes Aflame, in his hand. The pin blazed a trail of flames that burned any enemy in its path. Once its power had run dry, Neku switched to the Onmyo pin, releasing a high-pitched screech that paralyzed the wolf Noise.

Too occupied to be annoyed with Neku brushing off his concern, Harry fired another Reducto spell at Noboru. It missed, and Noboru managed to kick him in the face, but Harry recovered faster than Noboru. The wizard screamed, "Expelliarmus!" and sent his enemy flying backwards and skidding against the ground.

The Game Master was nearing his defeat, and Noboru could tell. The two Players were no pushovers – that much was for certain. His desperation beginning to show, Noboru screamed, "I won't be defeated! Meteorite Hailstorm!"

A vortex opened up from above and started to rain meteors on the world below. In both battle zones, Harry and Neku felt the biting pain of the space rocks as they either struck them directly or smashed into the ground throwing up fragments at them. By the time the meteorite storm had ended, both Neku and Harry were extremely drained and weakened as well. It was true that the dead Players didn't bleed, nor would they have to worry about broken bones, but the pain that accompanied every blow and attack that made contact didn't disappear afterwards as it usually did. It was a lasting, distracting pain.

We're … almost done for, Harry thought. He glowered at Noboru, who glared at him back. The bespectacled boy saw a hint of movement from the Game Master, and hurriedly raised a Protego charm to defend himself.

No, we can't lose! Neku retorted angrily. We can still win this. It's time we used our fusion attack.

Fusion? Harry had all but forgotten about Neku's fusion pin. You're right. Let's do it!

Neku quickly activated the fusion pin, before Noboru could move to attack him. A flash of light blinded Harry for a second, and then he saw Neku standing beside him.

"It's not over yet!" Harry said.

"Then let's finish this!" Neku yelled.

Once again, the two battle zones merged into a single zone. However, it was also pitch black – so dark that Harry couldn't see anyone or anything. Suddenly, a flash of green light surged through the battle zone. It was for an extremely fleeting moment, lasting not even a second long, but Harry had seen both Neku and Noboru when the zone was lit up.

That green light … Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity from the light. A bad sense of familiarity, as if it should bring back unpleasant memories. He shuddered.

Harry blinked, and then he realized that he and Neku had been returned to their respective battle zones. The pain from Noboru's final attack was gone. He and his partner had been healed from the fusion attack. The Game Master was nowhere to be found.

And then, he was back in the UG and no longer in the battle zone. Neku was beside him, looking extremely tense and on guard. Wondering what was causing his anticipation, Harry turned in the direction that Neku was facing, and was startled to see that Noboru was still standing in their way.

But we defeated him! Harry was about to voice his objections, but Noboru spoke first.

"Well played …" Noboru's voice was labored and strained, and he was wincing as if it hurt to breathe. "I lose. You are … victorious." And with those final words, Noboru burst into static and disappeared from existence.

For a few seconds, neither Neku nor Harry dared to speak. The two Players stood in silence, until Harry broke the ice. "It's over. We won."

"We've defeated the Game Master," Neku agreed, finally relaxing. "The Reapers' Game … is over."

"I'm glad," Harry said, lowering his wand and sighing. "But the other Players … we're the only ones who made it through …"

"There's nothing we can do about it." Neku's voice sounded detached, but not cold. "All we can do … is live a little bit more. For their sake."

"Live a little bit more," Harry repeated, pondering Neku's words. After a short period of silence, Harry turned to Neku with a real smile. "You know, I'm happy that you were my partner. We may not have started off so great, but you're a true friend, Neku Sakuraba."

Neku shifted uncomfortably, as if he didn't know what to think about Harry's words. Finally, he said, "Yeah … same with you. You're not so bad yourself, Harry Potter."

Just then, the world around the two Players began to glow with a bright, white light. Harry let out a startled cry, reaching for his wand. "What's going on?" he shouted.

"This light … it doesn't feel bad, does it?" Neku asked.

"What?" Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings that the light was giving him. "No … you're right. I don't think it's bad. It's almost … welcoming."

"Like a welcome back into the land of the living."

"Yeah … exactly."

The white light continued to glow until it reached its maximum intensity. As the world around him disappeared, Harry wondered about the events that would follow.

-

When the brightening luminescence of the white light had vanished, Harry deemed it safe to open his eyes. He was surprised to find that he was no longer in Shibuya, nor in any place he recognized. The room he and Neku were now in was both ordinary and fantastic. It contained all the furnishings of a normal room – a sofa to the side, a coffee table in the center, a shelf piled with various pieces of artwork in the back – and yet, the floor and the walls appeared to be made of water. Harry could see the shadows of swimming fish below his feet, beneath the floor.

"Welcome, Players." The cool, baritone voice seemed to come out of nowhere. Harry, anticipating an enemy attack, reached for his wand. Neku, on the other hand, didn't seem to be surprised. Rather, a look of noticeable irritation made its way onto his face.

The sound of soft footsteps reached Harry's ears. The wizard turned around and saw somebody stepping out of the darkness that concealed the other side of the room. Once the shadowy figure had walked into light, Harry saw the person for what he was: a tall man with long, black hair that reached his shoulders; his eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, and around his neck rested a pair of red headphones that looked very similar to Neku's, aside from the color. He was dressed in a black suit and a gray dress shirt that was mottled with specks of white. The smirk on his face exuded confidence and power.

Harry was suddenly gripped by an intense loathing for the man – no, not the man himself. Somewhere, in the deepest trenches of his mind, Harry associated the man standing before him with another man to whom he bore a striking resemblance to. A certain greasy git, or whatever that was supposed to refer to.

"I see you have once again made it through the Game," the man said, directing his smirk at an irritated Neku. "Well played, Player."

"Excuse me, but who are you," Harry asked, not caring how rude he sounded.

"Oh, have I not introduced myself?" It was now Harry who was feeling the intensity of that arrogant look. "I do apologize. I am Megumi Kitaniji, the Conductor of Shibuya. Allow me to congratulate you for surviving the Reapers' Game, Player."

His dislike of the Conductor skyrocketing immediately, along with his temper, Harry snapped at the man, "A game? Is this what it is to you, a game? How dare you toy with people's lives like this!"

"I do not argue with the Composer's rules, I merely enforce them," Kitaniji replied coolly, unaffected by Harry's rage.

"The Composer again," Neku muttered, so quietly that Kitaniji and Harry failed to hear him. He was beginning to wonder exactly who or what the mysterious Composer was.

"And, as per the Composer's rules, the number of Players from this round who will be restored to life is … one. Congratulations, Harry Potter."

"What?" Harry shouted, panic and anger settling in. Neku, who was standing beside him, appeared to be furious but not shocked. "Why only one? We both worked together to get this far! You can't do this!"

"Harry." The young wizard froze, stunned into silence as the second voice called out to him. It sounded so familiar … and yet, he couldn't remember whose voice it was.

A second person emerged from the confines of the darkness and made his way over to Harry. His elegant dress robes were trailing behind him and pooling on the ground that he walked on. It was evident that he was of a much greater age than Kitaniji, and yet his very being had more presence than that of Kitaniji's. He had snowy white hair that tumbled past his shoulders, and a matching beard that almost touched the floor. Pale blue eyes twinkled with what may have been amusement, and at the same time seemed to pierce one's very soul.

Just looking at the man made Harry's heart clench painfully. He knew this man. And yet … he couldn't remember the man.

"Harry," the older man repeated, "why don't you come with me? There are some things we need to talk about."

-

Even though he hated to leave Neku behind to deal with Kitaniji by himself – as it was clear that Neku seemed to dislike the Conductor for one reason for another – Harry was unable to resist the urge to talk to the strange man, the man who felt so familiar … whom Harry felt as if he should know.

They had entered into another room for privacy, one that was not as grandiose as the room that he and Neku had originally been taken to. The room was painted in shades of gray and black, and it seemed to stretch on for miles, as far as the eye could see. There were no noticeable features, other than the large double doors that Harry and the man had walked through … and what appeared to be a throne on the opposite side of the room.

"Harry." The gentle voice cut through his thoughts. Harry turned his attention to the man standing in front of him. "Do you know who I am, Harry?"

He was about to reply in the negative – no, he didn't know for sure, but it felt as if he should – when a name suddenly surged into his mind. "Albus Dumbledore."

"Yes." The man seemed to almost beam with delight. "Very much so, Harry. I see that your memories are starting to return."

And with those words, everything that he had ever considered important came rushing back to him. All the memories that he couldn't recall seven days ago in Shibuya's scramble crossing.

Ron. Hermione. Ginny. The Weasleys. Sirius. Lupin. Neville. Luna. Hogwarts. The magical world. The Death Eaters. Voldemort. The war.

"Why … why couldn't I remember?" Harry asked, a hint of anger finding its way into his voice. "Why couldn't I remember any of this until now?"

"Shibuya is a very different place from that of our world, Harry," Dumbledore said softly. "Death is a permanent thing where we come from. And yet – why, here in Shibuya, those who have great Imagination are given the chance to regain the lives that had been cut short."

"My partner, Neku, and I … we made it through, but no one else." Harry choked back the frustration rising from within him. "How could he treat this like a game?"

"It may seem cruel to you, indeed," Dumbledore answered, "but you must understand, Harry. It is a great opportunity to gain back the life that one has lost. An opportunity that many, unfortunately, do not get."

Harry took a deep breath, forcing his mind into calmness. "But then … why am I here?" he asked. "I'm not from Shibuya. I was hit by Voldemort's Killing Curse. I should have died!"

The mischievous twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes became all the more evident. "You were meant to do great things, Harry. Perhaps the Fates believed that it was not yet your time to go?"

If Dumbledore's statement was meant to be assuring, it only made Harry feel worse. An opportunity that the people of his world were not meant to have – and because of a twist of fate, he was granted a chance to regain his life that others had not had. His stomach wrenched.

The two wizards remained in silence, neither willing to break the tension, until Harry looked up at Dumbledore. "I have to go back, don't I?"

"It is up to you," Dumbledore said. "You could choose to move on. Or you could stay here in Shibuya. You could become a Reaper and participate in their future Games. Or you could go back. It is your decision."

Considering his options for a second, Harry made his decision quickly. "I'll go back. The war is still going on. And …" He trailed off, unable to voice his concerns about Ron and Hermione and the others.

Dumbledore nodded. "I believe you can change the outcome of the war if you go back. Very well. Let us return to inform Shibuya's Conductor of your decision."

"Wait, Dumbledore …" Harry's mind was racing with questions – questions that held no relevance to Shibuya but were everything to the wizarding world. "Before I return … there are things I need to know …"

-

His return to wizarding world and the land of the living was unpleasant, to say the least. Harry was lying on the forest ground, in enemy territory, surrounded by Death Eaters. He could barely make out the hushed whispers of some of the Death Eaters, and ascertained from the words that Voldemort had passed out as he had fallen.

Everything appeared to be the way it had been before his life had ended. Had seven days truly passed in the wizarding world? Or had his restoration to life turned back time in his world? Was the wizarding world on standby as he fought for his right to exist in Shibuya?

And what about Neku? What had happened to his partner? Was he going through yet a third round in the Reapers' Game? Harry felt guilty about taking away Neku's chance at regaining his life. He had been dead longer than Harry had been. And he was fighting for his former partner as well. Would Neku survive a third run of the Game?

Well, his thoughts and concerns would have to wait until after the war. A Death Eater was approaching him, on Voldemort's orders to check whether he was truly dead, and Harry was not going to die a second time.

The war would end with him.

-

A/N: I'm finally done! Sorry to keep everyone waiting for so long, but if I had put out this chapter as early as I was planning on doing so it would have been really low-quality work. Not half as good as what I have now.

I'm planning on rewriting and editing some of the chapters (especially the later three or so chapters) so if you care to read the improved version of these chapters, check back occasionally to see if they have been edited or not.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read "Another World Ends With You."