AN – Gaaa! Sorry, first fic and all that so I forgot the disclaimer. Okay, here we go:
Disclaimer
Everything in this fan fiction belongs to JK Rowling (including, but not limited to; characters, places, etc) except for the plot . This was not written for monetary gain, merely for my own creative pleasure. This disclaimer refers all chapters in this story.
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Chapter 1
Blackness. Dizzying pitch-black oblivion. This was all Harry could see, and all he could feel was excruciating pain, as his soul was ripped from his body. Harry could still hear Voldemorts triumphant laugh, echoing in the oblivion that now surrounded him.
And then it ended. All sensation was finished, and lifeless green eyes were turned up to the sky, as the newly resurrected Dark Lord and the Death Eaters laughed their victory up to the sky.
Harry Potter was dead.
:FLASHBACK:
'Kill the spare.' A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night.
'Avada Kedavra!'
:END FLASHBACK:
Cedric was dead. Harry was dead. Both bodies were sent to Hogwarts, in a twisted piece of mercy from the Dark Lord. Their deaths could be mourned properly. An old man in his office, sobbed into his waist length beard. Two of his best students, murdered by Voldemort in the same night. And then the prophecy. The reason Harry was dead now. The reason James and Lily were dead now. The reason why, with Harry's death, the world was doomed.
'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...And the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while other survives...The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...
Both the Potters and Longbottoms had defied Voldemort three times, both had sons born at the end of July, But the boy of the prophecy was not Neville. Neville was not marked as the Dark Lord's equal. Harry was. The lightning scar that brought him so much fame and popularity, was now what ultimately condemned the world, for the scar marked him as the boy of the prophecy. And the boy of the prophecy was dead.
The world would fall into Voldemorts grasp, now the prophecy had been fulfilled in dark's favour. The light was Doomed.
Or so he thought.
AN – First fic! Do you like? It was a rabid plot bunny bounding around in my head and giving me a headache, so I had to let it out :). Based vaguely on Coexistence by darkcyan but only because that's the only other fic I've seen where Harry actually dies. Send me lots of reviews, and I'll be very very happy. Although... please try not to flame cringes. I'm rather new to this and I really could do without being told I can't write. Constructive criticism's fine (in small doses), but just don't flame. If you don't like, don't read.
Cheers,
JVS