Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, JKR does, so u can't sue me, wish I did own it though
A/N: This chap. is basically Pgs. 815-816, the Ministry scene, at the end of book five, I'm tweaking it, however.
The Boy Who Died
Ministry of Magic
Fawkes the phoenix swooped down in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak wide, and swallowed the jet of green light whole. He burst into flame and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled, and flightless. At the same moment, Dumbledore brandished his wand in one, long, fluid movement; the snake, which had been in an instant from sinking it's fangs into him, flew high into the air and vanished in a wisp of dark smoke; the water in the fountain rose up and covered Voldemort like a cocoon of molten glass...
For a few seconds Voldemort was visible only as a, dark, rippling, faceless figure, shimmering and indistinct, clearly struggling to throw off the suffocating mass of liquid. Then he was gone, and the water fell with a crash back into it's fountain.
Dumbledore bellowed, "Stay where you are, Harry!"
Lupin was scared pale white, Harry was sure he was almost as pale as Lupin. But what freaked Harry out the most was that, for the first time, Dumbledore looked frightened. Harry was not sure why it was unsafe, he only knew he was extremely uneasy, even though as he looked around the room, he saw no sign of Voldemort.
And then Harry's scar burst open. He knew he was dead, it was pain beyond imagination, beyond endurance. And he was gone from the hall, locked in a creature with blood red eyes, so tightly bound that Harry didn't know where his body ended and the creature's began. And when the creature spoke, it used Harry's mouth, so that in his agony, he felt his jaw move...
"Kill me now, Dumbledore"
Blinded and dying, every part of him screamed in release, Harry felt the creature use his mouth move again.
"If death is nothing, Dumbledore, then kill the boy"
Let the pain stop, thought Harry. Let him kill us... End it Dumbledore... Death is nothing compared to this pain... (End of book part, basically AU frome here on out)
"Dumbledore, if you think that death is nothing, then stop his suffering"
"You cannot intimidate me, Tom. You cannot control him forever."
"But I can kill him, old man, do you want me to do that?"
Yes...Harry screamed in his head, Kill me now, I'll be rid of this pain"
"You will not kill Harry, you do not know the prophesy, you will be making a mistake a massive proportions"
I don't care... Harry tried to tell the Professor, this was the worse pain he had ever endured, he was sure having a limb cut off would be much less painful.
"I don't care old man"
Arrrrrrgh...Harry yelled out in his own mind as he felt the life being squeezed out of him, it was almost as if he could feel his soul leave his body. Then Harry James Potter felt the pain go away, permanently.
A/N: So there you go. A very short teaser of what's to come, a prologue, if you will. I promise you that it will be great! I'm currently working on the official Chapter 1. Stay tuned, and drop me a line about what you think. This is the 3rd re-write of this story, so I know what to do with it. The previous two were the biggest pieces of crap. I haven't written for two years, and I've certainly improved since then.