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Chapter #31: A new future.

Malfoy manor was a mess, the dark Lord was screaming and whimpering on the ground, but that wasn’t all, his supporters were in pain too because of the dark marks, and soon something crazy happened, the wards that protected Malfoy manor fell and now the house was visible, the thing was glowing, many people around magical Britain were able to see the glowing thing in the middle of nowhere.

“No… This can’t be happening!” Voldemort said. “It’s too much power… It’s too much light power!” He was on the verge of crying.

But no one would be able to see it because soon, even if the dark lord was trying to reach for his closest servants, it was useless; he was starting to fade, he was like disintegrating.

“No… It can’t be, my soul anchors!” He said desperately before finally disappearing for all eternity.

Slowly but surely, the light finally faded; however, the chaos was just starting as suddenly, the place was raided by Aurors who took everyone by surprise, and soon, most Death Eaters were captured, and the rest were dead. They couldn’t bear what they just witnessed… The dark lord was dead.

The only Death Eater that was left alone was Snape, yes, even if he was captured by the future ladies when Harry was moved to the Weasley home, they quickly explained the order about his circumstances, and how he gave Dumbledore mercy due to the curse that was killing him, so, he needed to come back to Voldemort and continue working as a double agent.

The witches from the future insisted that he had to come back to join the dark Lord today, he was shocked for what he had just witnessed, and now he understood why they wanted him in this place, especially today, he knew they were involved in this, the magic that took place was really powerful, he couldn’t help but admit he was worried it would kill him at some point.

However, on the other hand, he couldn’t help but start to laugh, and the Aurors looked at him with perplexed expressions. Not only was the situation not a laughable one, but Snape rarely laughed, which made the situation crazier.

“He’s gone… He’s gone, and he’s not coming back!” Snape was on the verge of tears; Lily had finally been avenged.

Hours later, back with Harry and the rest, the witches were completely dressed again as they kept a watch on Harry, who was on a bed. Some of them were sobbing, feeling guilty after what happened.

“Relax, he’s breathing, he’s just tired, really tired,” Hermione told them with a serious expression.

She was trying her hardest not to cry at the sight of her best friend/souimate's current state; however, he suddenly started to cough, and slowly, he opened his eyes. He tried to grab his glasses, but Hermione quickly helped him.

“Thanks…” He said in a sleepy tone. “Am I dead?” He questioned with a raised brow. “Of course I am, the room is full of angels,” he smiled at them.

The witches suddenly chuckled. Even in this situation, he was still quite the charmer.

“Don’t joke about your death, please,” Hermione sighed. “But no, you’re not dead,” she clarified, and he nodded.

“What happened?” He wondered, trying to recollect what he had gone through.

“Well… The ritual was a success, he’s gone, Harry… Voldemort is dead,” Tonks told him, and he remained neutral.

He was having a hard time believing what he heard.

“Dead? But… How?” He questioned with an arched brow.

“Well, it was because of the ritual. You know Harry? I’ve traveled around the world, discovering and learning many different types of magic. In South America, people have a way to deal with demons and spirits that try to possess people. I was inspired by their rituals to create my own to get rid of the horcrux on your forehead,” Luna spoke.

“But I thought I had to face him and kill him…” He couldn’t help but gulp.

“Oh, you did indeed face him, Harry… The link that you two shared and that he used to lure you to the department of mysteries at the end of your fifth year, that served as a channel, in fact, you powered the ritual with your own magic and…” Daphne explained.

“Sex!” Fleur and Susan said at the same time.

“What? Sex helped me to defeat him?” Harry couldn’t believe it.

“No! It's love and sex… You already know how powerful love is, Harry; after all, it was your mother's love that saved you. I know it sounds metaphorical, but in reality, love is a real powerful magic, and it was Voldemort’s greatest weakness. Let’s just say that you flooded the link you shared with him with your magic and love… The love shared between us, that combination was more than enough to destroy the horcrux inside you and to destroy him at the same time!” Luna explained, and Harry nodded.

What he heard made sense, but he was still in shock; he couldn’t believe that Voldemort, his greatest enemy, would be dead and that he wouldn’t have to face him.

“I know you were expecting to die at his hands, Harry, but we wanted to try one last trick before you faced him,” Susan tried to cheer him up, considering he had a lost expression. This was affecting him more than they expected.

Harry remained silent for a while, and then he started to sob, but then he started to laugh while there were still tears in his eyes.

“He’s gone… The fucker is gone!” He celebrated cheerfully. “Let’s celebrate!” Harry declared, and the women were more than happy to join him in the most incredible and longest orgy the magical world has ever seen.

One year later…

The school year had finally ended, and Harry had graduated with honors from Hogwarts. The Auror Academy was his next challenge. Right now, he was alone in his compartment. Something had happened that changed his relationship with Ron, Hermione, and well… Most of his female friends, but that was okay.

Long gone is the Harry who always puts other people’s interests over his own. If people want to be with him, that’s fine, and if they don’t, well, it’s their loss. Harry is his own person now, and he has to take care of himself because of the way his life turned out after the war.

“Harry… Congratulations!” He heard a known voice as he got out of the train and smiled.

He was greeted by a beautiful sight. The women who helped him, the witches from the future, were waiting for him at the station. Their hands were placed on their round bellies, and he couldn’t help but move quickly towards them to kiss them. Many people were looking at them with surprised expressions.

It was the scandal of the century. The Daily Prophet had a field day when they reported that Harry Potter not only had gotten six witches pregnant, but those witches were older than him, and so, the world knew about his lovers, which caused the current versions of his lovers to feel conflicted about the situation.

However, he knows he just needs to give them time; right now, he only wants to have a successful career in the Auror forces and to take care of his future wives and children. Yes, life was great, never in his life did he think a milf attack would happen, but he was glad it did.

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