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This is a short (5 chapter) fic, an idea that only went so far.

Chapter I

It was supposed to be a moment of relief, of happiness, in time of war. It was the wedding day of Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour, which had been scheduled for just before noon.

Most of the Order of the Phoenix was attending, including of course Harry Potter and most of his friends. Percy Weasley, only partially reconciled to his family, was there, along with his boss, the Minister of Magic. There were also some other high officials who were friends of Arthur.

Several goblins were in attendance, superiors of Bill or Fleur at Gringotts. Fleur's family and friends were of course at the Burrow in force, along with many of the diplomats of magical Europe.

In short, it was a prime target.

Knowing that, the Ministry, the Order, and even the goblins put aside most of their differences and divided the responsibility of protecting the occasion.

It had not helped.

At the height of the ceremony, thirty-three Death Eaters, six giants, two dozen attack trolls, and several hundred dementors had made coordinated attacks. Now, only some six minutes into the attack, the attack had turned from a fiasco for the defenders into a rout, and it was fast becoming a massacre. Only one lone Patronus, keeping almost all of the dementors at bay, had kept that from happening so far.

It was a silver stag.

A shift in the battles exposed the caster, and a dozen killing curses made their way towards him. Draco Malfoy's missed everyone, and was so poorly cast that it wouldn't have hurt anyone in any case. Severus Snape's also missed, hitting one cast by Peter Pettigrew, which deflected both of them into the ground.

Still, nine Killing Curses hit Harry Potter within less than a second of each other -- and their casters (Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband and brother-in-law, Dolohov, Rookwood, Macnair, Nott, and Crabbe) all smiled to themselves as Harry's body twisted and somersaulted to the ground. The other Death Eaters managed a ragged cheer, and there were moans, cries, and screams from the defenders.

And then there was total silence. Even the dementors and giants froze in amazement, which had made the trolls stop for a moment.

Harry Potter, a sickly green glow surrounding him, was staggering to his feet.

Somewhat in a daze, Harry pointed at a random Death Eater and just screamed in anger.

Crabbe Senior exploded.

Harry pointed again.

Severus Snape ducked, and the right leg of one of the giants exploded, as he was next in the line of fire.

In less than twelve seconds, Harry destroyed the remaining giants, three trolls, and eight more Death Eaters.

The dementors fled first, and they fled fast. They had no idea what had just happened, and did not want to find out if the teen they had called 'The Light' amongst themselves for over three years could turn this new weapon on them.

Then the Death Eaters left, taking the trolls with them. Harry looked around for someone else to kill.

Only three people had the nerve to quickly run towards Harry, knowing he was acting largely on instinct, and hoping he would somehow recognize them as friends. Hermione reached him first, and Luna a second later.

Remus had the longest distance to cover and was slightly injured, and before he could reach the trio, they simply disappeared.

Everyone wondered what had just happened, and where Harry and the two girls had disappeared to. However, there were too many injured for them to be able to do anything about it just yet.

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The three teens fell on the floor. "Harry!" Hermione begged.

"At least he's alive," Luna wheezed, wriggling out from under the other two. She frowned. "While I understand why you're as happy about that as I am, may I ask why you aren't as surprised?"

Hermione sat back on her heels and shrugged. "Harry's always breaking the laws of magic, and somehow, I've known from our First year that he is a truly great wizard." She looked around. "His pulse is slow and steady, so the next question is, where are we?"

"A male wizard's cabin," Luna answered.

"Why?"

"It's dusty, but this month's Playwizard is on that chair," she answered.

Hermione accepted this logic. "I don't see a sofa. Let's get Harry off the floor and onto whatever bed there is."

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'Where am I?' Harry thought.

'You are in between,' a familiar voice answered. 'You are not fully alive, but you are not nearly dead.'

Harry glared at Dumbledore, realizing as he did so that Dumbledore was the only thing he could see. It was as if everything else were blank. 'Another half-answer?' he asked bitterly.

Dumbledore nodded. 'Yes, I realize now how much I failed you.'

'A little late, isn't it?' Harry demanded. Then he frowned. 'What happened to me, anyway?'

'You were hit by nine Killing Curses.'

Harry blinked. 'Then why aren't I completely dead?'

'Oh, Harry,' Dumbledore said, 'only Voldemort's Killing Curse can break through your mother's protection. As for what else happened. . . . Magic is all around us. Most people cannot sense it, however. Some people can sense it, but that is all. Some of us have magic inside us as well. How well our body is attuned to magic, how deep the magic is inside us, the interplay between those two things regulate how powerful we are.'

Harry nodded.

'You were very powerful before. Now, however, your body is perfectly in tune with magic, something which has never happened before. The Killing Curses, in a sense, burned off the dross and left the pure gold of your magic. You were in pain, and destroyed some of your enemies, before passing out in the arms of two of your friends. Sirius and I were able to direct you three to a safe haven.'

'Sirius?'

'He was closer to the next level than I. While he was able to direct your pain into attacking Tom's forces, and provided the impetus to transport you and your friends to Remus' cottage, all that pushed him across.'

Harry scowled, and went on, to prevent Dumbledore from aggravating him further. 'And all this means?'

Dumbledore sighed. 'It means you are now the most powerful magical being in known history.'

'How powerful is that?'

Dumbledore shrugged. 'Who can say? You are amazingly powerful, but hardly all powerful, any more than I am all-knowing, even in this realm.'

Harry thought hard for over a minute. Then his jaw dropped, and he said, 'I can destroy Voldemort, but then I'll have to leave, won't I? I'll be too powerful to stay in regular society.'

Dumbledore nodded. 'I believe so, at least as yourself. Miss Granger will, of course, wish to research this herself.'

Harry scowled.

'There are some things you must be made aware of before you go back,' Dumbledore said. 'Twelve Killing Curses were directed at you. Three were deliberately miscast.'

Harry thought he knew how Dumbledore's mind worked. 'Besides Snape, who else do you claim missed on purpose?'

'I knew that Severus made that vow to try and fulfill one of Draco's missions,' Dumbledore said. 'We would have preferred he had helped with the invasion of Hogwarts, so that we could have misdirected it. Under the circumstances, if Severus had not killed me quickly, the others would have killed me slowly. I had no fear of death, but a slow painful death is always to be avoided.'

'You're claiming you told Snape to murder you?'

'To execute me, yes,' Dumbledore claimed. 'He has been passing information on to Alastor and the Minister, who have both survived the attack on the Burrow, although narrowly and with some minor injuries.'

'And the other two?'

'Draco and Peter Pettigrew,' Dumbledore said. 'Pettigrew now considers any debt to you paid. He will not miss again, at least not deliberately. Draco will not kill unless he is under observation -- he is very frightened, and is not fully to be trusted.'

'And Snape is?'

'He would very much like to see Voldemort fall, but he would prefer it not be at your hand,' Dumbledore admitted. 'While he may be trusted in many things, he still loathes you, I fear.'

'Anything else?'

'Let me tell you where the remaining four Horcruxes are, how you may now avoid wards and cloud your mind, and where three of Voldemort's lairs are. Then you should have time for some questions.'

Harry smiled.

It was not a comforting sight.

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"Luna! What are you doing? Put Harry's trousers back on! Luna! Put Harry's boxers back on -- oh, my!" Hermione was deeply impressed. She knew that a man's endowment had nothing to do with his personality, but if it did, it would explain why Harry was indeed an Alpha male. "Luna! Put your robe back on and get out of that bed!"

"No," Luna said firmly. "Harry saw many people he cares about die, and he will feel guilty he could not save them. He will need comfort. At the same time, he then killed nine Death Eaters and what? Six giants and three trolls? He will likely feel guilt about that as well, and need comfort. I also saw people I care about die. I need comfort. You saw the same." She looked at Hermione. "Why don't you join me?"

Hermione knew that she was running only on adrenalin, and that was fast wearing off. She needed to lie down, and yes, she needed comfort. She took off the remains of her dress robes, noting with a wrinkled nose at the dirt and blood on them. Off went the sensible shoes and the silk stockings, and the slip. She hesitated, and Luna flipped back the covers invitingly. Hermione slipped off her bra and crawled onto the small bed. She hugged her best friend, and a small bit of relief went through Hermione's body.

"Luna?"

"Yes?"

"Did . . . did you see what might have happened to Ron?"

"I'm so sorry, Hermione."

Hermione started to cry on Harry's chest, and Luna placed her hand on the juncture of Hermione's neck, back, and shoulder.

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'And that's all you can tell me?' Harry demanded, when Dumbledore went quiet a few minutes later.

'Yes,' Dumbledore answered. 'I can hardly speak from experience. You are likely as far beyond the power I held as I was beyond a student such as young Crabbe or Goyle. You must learn your limits.'

'No advice on politics?' Harry asked, almost pleading this time.

'No,' Dumbledore answered. 'I can say you can only fully trust Miss Granger, Miss Lovegood, Remus, and your elf friend, Dobby.'

'Well,' Harry said, resigned, 'at least that's something.'

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Pain.

For a moment, that was all Harry was aware of. Dull, throbbing pain.

Then he was aware of warmth surrounding him.

And then that someone was sobbing on his bare chest.

"Cho?" he muttered.

"I read once that it is the first duty of a gentleman to remember who he went to bed with." Pause. "Of course, since you weren't awake when I put you into bed, I think we can forgive you."

"Luna?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Why are there three of us naked in a bed together?"

"You and I are naked. Hermione has her panties on."

"Ah." Harry shifted and gathered Hermione in a hug and tried to comfort her.

"No," Hermione mumbled. She sniffled and tried to stop crying. "I love you and I'm so glad you're alive, but . . . so many. . . ."

Harry scowled. "I have to admit, my memory is a bit hazy. . . . Who, well, died?"

"Bilius, Fleur, Ronald, and Ginevra to start," Luna stated sadly. "At least a third of the guests were down, but I don't know if they were, well, how badly off they were."

"Remus was alive and mobile," Hermione choked out.

"This is supposed to be Remus' cabin," Harry said.

"How do you know?" Hermione asked. "In fact, how did you bring us here?"

"I didn't, Sirius and Dumbledore did," Harry said. "I know," he broke in before Hermione could object, "they're dead. I was hit by nine Killing Curses. I wasn't all here for a while."

"You're all here now," Luna said, making Harry jump.

"Luna! Take your hand off that!" Hermione scolded.

"Watch where you slap, Hermione!" Harry protested.

"Sorry," Hermione said.

"Sorry," Luna echoed. "I just thought you should know how glad I am that you're here, that we're here together."

"I'm glad of both," Harry agreed, "but I need to tell you two something." Harry closed his eyes and held back his tears. "I know that, except for Remus, you two are all I have left in this world. So, I'm glad you're both here." Hermione and Luna hugged him close. Despite their situation and all the horrors of the day, Hermione almost giggled as she felt Harry respond and a hard hot bar grew next to her hip.

"Those Killing Curses did something to me. I mean, beyond making me feel like I was beaten by sticks all over. They did something to my magic."

"What?" Hermione asked, drawn back to Harry's face.

"I'm not sure," Harry admitted. "Dumbledore said that it purified my magic, burning off the dross, the impediments, and that I am now perfectly in tune with magic. It means that I am incredibly powerful. He likened it to saying that my power is as far above what Dumbledore's was as Dumbledore was above Crabbe or Goyle."

"That's . . . a lot of power," Hermione managed to say. "But shouldn't that mean you can defeat Voldemort?"

"Yes, unless I do something stupid," Harry agreed. "Voldemort is only slightly more powerful than Dumbledore was. Plus, Dumbledore told me where the other four Horcruxes are."

"Horcruxes are real?" Luna demanded, shocked.

"Yes," Harry answered, "and Voldemort created six."

Luna wrinkled her nose. "No wonder he's hardly human."

"Exactly," Hermione said. She looked at Harry. "There's something else, isn't there? I mean in addition to the fact that you nearly died, had a vision, and that . . . that nearly everyone we care about outside this room are, well, dead?"

Harry nodded. "Just think how powerful I am. What happens after Voldemort is gone?"

The two very bright young women frowned at that as they thought it through. Hermione suddenly paled and hugged Harry hard. "No! I won't lose you!"

Luna ducked her head under the blanket, and as she engulfed Harry with her mouth, he jumped again.

"Luna!" Hermione scolded, flipping the blanket off her, "stop that!"

Luna took her mouth off Harry and twisted herself to between his legs so she could look at the others. "I just want Harry to know he has something to live for." She went back to sucking Harry's cock.

"Luna! Look at me while we're talking! And take that out of your mouth! That's better. Harry would be leaving the magical world, not committing suicide." She frowned and looked at the somewhat stunned teen. "Right?"

"Uh . . . right. Ooo!"

"Luna!"

Luna stopped and pointed the crown at Hermione. "Would you like some? He's quite delicious."

"I'm sure he is," Hermione agreed with a huff. She had enjoyed going down on Ron a few times, and Harry did look even more tasty. "Still, that's not the point."

"The point," Luna snapped, which shocked both the others, "is that Daddy is dead. I saw him die. That except for you two, everyone I care about is dead. And that I've been in love with Harry since that DA meeting before Christmas a year and a half ago." Her eyes went to Harry. "We all three hurt right now. It would make me feel better if I could give you physical affection. It would make you feel better." Her eyes moved back to Hermione. "I am not doing this to claim Harry. If he prefers to go on alone, or to go with you or someone else, I will understand. If we all decide to share, I will be even more happy with that than with Harry alone. So, unless Harry objects, I am going to suck his cock. I suggest you wrap your arms around him and snog him, unless you want to share down here." She dipped her head back down.

Hermione shrugged and kissed Harry deeply. She was hurting, and needed the comfort. She figured Harry needed it even more.

Harry didn't stand a chance, and lasted less than thirty seconds.

"Thank you Harry," Luna said after she had swallowed. "Did I do it right?"

"I'd have to say so," Harry said. He shook his head. "I should go do, well, something, but it can wait. It's been one hell of a day."

"You were almost killed," Hermione said, hugging Harry tightly.

"We all lost loved ones," Luna added.

"And I had my first, well, orgasm," Harry finished.

Luna and Hermione frowned. "First?" Hermione asked.

"Your first, well, fellatio?" Hermione asked.

"Or did you mean ever?" Luna asked.

"Ever."

"What?" the two demanded.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked tiredly.

"Well, first of all, Ginny claimed she and you were shagging as well as sixty-nining," Hermione said bluntly.

"Shagging? She wouldn't let me feel her up, let alone, well anything else," Harry told them. "Secondly, when would I, well when would I? The Dursleys never gave me enough privacy to even think about it. You made me promise never to use silencing charms so that Ron could help wake me up from nightmares. Colin was always hanging around the showers. . . ."

"I get the idea," Hermione said. "Sorry."

"So am I," Luna agreed. "I shouldn't have forced myself on you."

"Come here, both of you," Harry commanded. He hugged the pair and said, "We're tired. Let's nap."

And so they did.