The Path of a Rider

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Ghost Rider.

I just saw Ghost Rider and I had to write this story. I hope to continue this but that means that I need reviews to keep writing. Also, I am taking all my information from watching the movie Ghost Rider only once, so if there are people out there who spot errors in my information, please tell me kindly in your reviews.

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Prologue

She was dying. Her blood was seeping into his robes, staining them a dark crimson. He could see the light dimming in her amber eyes. Her pale face was smudged with dirt and grime and her robes were torn. Tears fell from his face, landing softly on the ground.

Around them, the battle carried on. Tom was gone, his lifeless body laying a few feet away from him. But it should have been him, not Ginny, who was dying in his arms. She had jumped in front of the spell, sacrificed herself to save him. When he saw her crumpled body, he lost control. His magic, killing curse green, had wrapped around Voldemort's body. Voldemort had screamed and tore at his skin but the magic seeped into his body and tore out his soul. Voldemort's body had fallen to the ground, but unlike last time, his soul was still trapped within Harry's magic. His soul had fought against the invading magic but it was a futile battle. Voldemort was gone forever as his soul was sucked down to Hell.

Harry spared no thought that the man who had plagued his life for so long was gone, but knelt down next to Ginny's crumpled body. He held her body gentle in his arms.

"Ginny, please, you can't die. I need you." Harry cried to her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I love you Ginny."

He looked at her face but her eyes were closed, she was almost dead. He laid his head on her shoulder, sobs wracking his body.

"Harry Potter." A rumbling voice said next to him. Harry looked up to see a tall man with slicked back grey hair and a long face glaring down at him. In his hand was a long black cane with a silver skull. He wore a black coat that went to his knees.

"What do you want? Get away!" Harry hovered over Ginny protectively.

"Do not worry. I do not want to hurt your little girlfriend. I have come here to make a deal." His voice was like thunder.

"What kind of deal, can't you see she is dying?!" Harry cried desperately.

"Precisely." Harry looked up to see the man smirking. "I can save your girlfriend. I can keep her alive. All you need to do is sign this contract." The man pulled a rolled piece of parchment from within his coat.

"What do you want in return?" Harry asked suspiciously. He knew it would not be as easy as that to save Ginny.

"Your soul." The tall man grinned.

Harry didn't even hesitate. "Fine, give me the contract." The man handed it to him. Harry unrolled it and began to read the first sentence but a thorn pricked his finger. He pulled back his hand but a drop of blood landed on the contract.

"That will do." The tall many hastily grabbed the contract from Harry's hands. "Your girlfriend is healed, she is only sleeping. I must leave now, but I will meet you again soon." His eyes held a maniacal glint as he turned away and disappeared into thin air.

Harry looked down at Ginny and was relieved to see her breathing normally. Her features peaceful instead of twisted in pain. He laughed with joy and happiness. Not even noticing the battle was over, already forgetting the strange man and the contract he signed. All that mattered was that Ginny was alive.

He didn't notice the people gathered around him until they began asking him what had happened. He saw the Weasley's staring at Ginny, fear that she was dead evident in their faces.

"She's not dead, she's only sleeping!" Harry cried happily. "Voldemort's dead! We won!" Harry began to feel the effects of losing so much magic, his vision started to go black at the edges, his head felt like a lead weight on his shoulders. He fell back to the ground, his last thought was when he woke up Ginny would be next to him, alive and well.

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"How long will he be out?" A voice asked. It was too fuzzy for him to make it out. He tried to open his eyes but he was too tired. He strained his ears as another voice started to speak.

"It's hard to say. He lost so much magic."

"Perhaps it is a good thing he is not awake. He was under the impression that Ginny was perfectly healthy I'm afraid."

"Poor boy. It will be quite a shock for him when he wakes up."

"We must hope that he will be able to make it through. He really loved her, Poppy."

Harry couldn't process a word they were saying. Finally giving up, he drifted back into unconsciousness.

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Several days after the final battle, Harry Potter woke up. His first word was Ginny but he was told he could not see her yet. Impatiently he waited and after a week the nurse let him out to see her.

Harry Potter was worried. He had to travel to St. Mungo's to see her. What is wrong with her, he asked the people. No one would tell him. They took him to the long-term ward. Harry's stomach felt like a huge knot as they approached a door that he had been through once before. They entered and Harry ran to the bed on which she lay. He eyes stared at the ceiling, glazed over. She made no movement towards him, she didn't even know that he was there.

Harry Potter cried by her bedside. After several hours, he stood up. He remembered the tall man, he had done this, he had tricked him. He ran out of the hospital and he kept on running. He stopped quickly at Gringotts and withdrew all of his money. He converted it to muggle money before buying an airplane ticket to New York City, using a little magic to get past security without a passport.

It was a few hours after Harry Potter arrived in New York, that he was currently riding on a brand new motorcycle. He had always enjoyed riding on Sirius' flying one and since he didn't know how to drive a car, he had decided to purchase it for his transportation. He was well out of New York City and was somewhere in the country. There was no one around for miles.

He was riding on a dirt road when he stopped abruptly, for standing in the middle of the crossroads in front of him was none other than tall man who had tricked him.

"You lied to me!" Harry yelled.

"The deal was that she would be alive, I never said she would be healthy." The man smiled.

"I can't believe I trusted you!" Harry yelled, rage filling his voice.

"Ah, but you did." The man smirked. "And know you are mine to do my bidding."

"Never!" Harry spat.

"Oh, but you signed the contract Harry. You gave your soul to me. And when I need you, I will call for you." The man placed a finger over Harry's heart, Harry tried to scream but couldn't as fire ran from the man's finger to Harry's head, the fire searing his brain. "You are mine, Harry Potter. Forget your friends, forget love, forget your family. You sold your soul to the Devil."

The man disappeared with an evil, thundering laugh echoing around him. Harry fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face. What had he done? Realizing he couldn't stay where he was, he got back on his bike and rode deep into the night.

He decided then and there that he was starting over. He pushed all his memories from his previous life to the back of his mind.

That night, Harry Potter died. Josh Hunter was born.

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Remember this is only the prologue so it is shorter than most chapters. I will try to make them longer, but that also means updates may be slower. Hopefully I will have my next update up by tomorrow. I have some free time for a few weeks but then track starts so updates may come a little slower.

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