A Change of Heart

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter related. JKR does though.

(This is my first fan fiction. Take it easy on me, people.)

The Great Hall

Bangs, lights, and yells. That is probably the best way to describe the situation. It was the final battle between the Deatheaters and the Order. Voldemort had expected this final confrontation to be easily won, but it was far from easy. Only a handful of Deatheaters remained; including Bellatrix and himself. There was a huge bang followed by a crash. A Reductor Curse had just taken out half of the ceiling of the Great Hall. The remaining Deatheaters excluding Voldemort and Bellatrix, were taken out with the ceiling. Bellatrix was in full out battle with Ginny, Luna, and Hermione. She was still able to keep all three at bay.

"AVADA KEDAVRA", screamed Bellatrix. The Killing Curse soared an inch above the yourngest Weasley's head. There was a scream of outrage from her mother.

Voldemort was forced to turn his attention back to his own problem. He had members of the Order firing multiple spells and curses in his direction. He conjured up a shield which reflected every spell and curse. Each spell and curse impacted their caster. With those Order members out of the way, he turns his attention back to his remaining ally just in time to see a spell fly through her arms and hit her in the chest. He lets out a scream of outrage. The air in the Great Hall crackles with magical energy emitting from his body. Everyone in the Great Hall is knocked off of their feet, but one person who seems to have appeared out of thin air. It's Harry Potter. All activity in the Great Hall ceases immediately as everyone notices that The-One-Who-Lived was still alive.

"Nice to see you again, Tom." Harry smirks.

Voldemort is so shocked to see Harry that it doesn't dawn on him that he's just been called by his muggle name.

"Coming to face me was a stupid thing to do Potter. You may have survived my Killing Curse AGAIN, but you will die here."

With that said, Voldemort sends a series of curses at Harry. Harry barely has time to drop to the ground in order to avoid them.

"Come on Tom. You can do better than that" Harry calmly says as he jumps back to his feet.

More curses are sent at Harry. This time the curses are merely reflected with a flick of Harry's wand.

Potter's gotten stronger, but he's still no match for me. I am Lord Voldemort. I am the strongest wizard alive. I will not be embarrassed by a teenager. Let alone be beaten by one. The muscles in Voldemort's face stretches in an attempt at a smile.

"The time has come Harry. You will be joining your Mudblood of a mother and your blood traitor of a father soon. This time I will make sure you die. If you give up now, I'll even make sure there's something left of you to be buried."

Anger flashes behind Harry's green eyes. The air begins to vibrate with the magical energy emitting from both wizards.

"This ends now Tom!"

And with that said, there's a flash of green and red. The two spells collide in midair and there's a deafening bang that resonates off of the walls. The force of the collision of the two spells is so powerful that everyone is once again knocked off of their feet. There's another loud bang and the ground underneath the two wizards seem to explode sending both Voldemort and Harry through the air. The entire castle vibrates from the outflow of energy and more bits of ceiling begin to fall toward the crowd of people below. There's immediately a chorus of "Wingardium Leviosa". Harry's fall is broken by a Cushion Charm cast simultaneously by Ron and Hermione who had been behind him the entire time. Voldemort isn't so lucky. He's slammed into the wall on the opposite side of the Great Hall where his wand falls from his hand. Harry immediately jumps to his feet and crosses the Great Hall to stand over Voldemort. He points his wand at the face of the man...no..animal that killed his family and many of his friends.

"Aren't you going to beg for mercy, Tom? Unlike you, I actually show my enemies mercy.

"Harry, you really are a fool if you think I would beg for forgiveness. I am not sorry for any of the murders I have committed. I expecially enjoyed watching your Mudblood of a mother beg for mercy before I killed her." Voldemort smiles as he sees his last comment struck as nerve.

Harry's eyes seem to glow with hatred as he points his wand at Voldemort's face. All he wants is for Voldemort to feel the pain he's caused. He wants Voldemort to suffer. Flames exit out of the tip of Harry's wand; licking at the face of Voldemort. Voldemort lets out a scream of pain and rolls on his stomach to protect his face.

"That looks like it might have hurt Tom. But nowhere near as much pain as you deserve." Harry seems to hesitate for a moment before yelling "CRUCIO"!

Voldemort writhes in pain, letting a high pitched scream escape his lips. Harry looks down at his enemy who is screaming in pain...and feels not one ounce of pity. Voldemort deserves this pain and more. He killed my parents and countless other people. He will suffer before he dies. All the anger and despair he's felt the past seven years pour through his veins. All this anger and despair seems to exit through his wand.

"CRUCIO", Harry yells again. He has never wanted to cause as much pain to a person other then Voldemort.

Voldemort lets out an earsplitting scream and his body seems to shake as if he's having a seizure. Harry stands over Voldemort with the deadly look upon his face. Everyone in the Great Hall stares in horror as they witness the anger and power of Harry Potter. He opens his mouth as if getting ready to curse Voldemort again until a small voice stops him.

"H-Harry...Don't...T-that's enough..." The voice was coming from Ginny. She had a couple of scratches on her face and her hair stuck out at places. As Harry turns to face her, she jumps back as if he is about to attack her next.

"Ginny...", but he's not able to finish when a blinding white light illuminates the entire Great Hall. A warm sensation takes over Harry's body and then a feeling of falling. The last thing he sees before he blacks out, is Voldemort standing behind him with wand in hand.

Hogwart's Express

Eleven year old Harry opens his eyes and finds himself inside a compartment aboard the Hogwarts Express. How long have I been asleep? I don't even remember falling asleep period. He rubs his hand across his burning scar and screws up his eyes as pain shoots through it. He puts his face into his hands as the compartment door opens.

"So it's true..Famous Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." A male voice drawls from the door.

Harry looks up to see a boy around his age with blond, shiny hair. What...did his mother do his hair?

"Whose asking", Harry manages to say as pain surges through his scar again.

The blond boy's face darkens for a split second before he says with a smirk,"Draco...Draco Malfoy"

Draco?...What kind of name is that?

"What house do you think you're going to be inI know I'm

It must have been his mother's choice for a name.

going to be in Slytherin like my mother and my father. Unlike most people on this train...

That lady must have been pissed or something.

...my family is Pureblood and...Are you listening to me?!

"Yeah Dicko I'm-"

"It's DRACO",he yells.

"Sorry..Didnt mean to offend you." Harry states as he sees Draco's face reddening.

Draco shakes his head and takes a seat opposite Harry.

"It's ok. Just don't call me that again." Draco says with authority.

"Alright. Now that we have that settled, I happened to notice you said you were going to be in Slithering-"

"Slytherin-"

"Whatever...What is it any way?"

Draco sighs and then takes a deep breath.

"Hogwarts has four founders: Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin, and Helga Hufflepuff. Each of these founders created their own houses. These houses are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff. During the opening feast, a sorting hat will be placed on your head and it will put you into a house."

"Ohhh...So which house do you think I should choose, Draco?

"Definitely Slytherin. Gryffindor is full of nothing but people who sit around and do nothing. Ravenclaw is full of nothing,but people who sit around and read. Hufflepuff is full of losers and that's it."

"Ok...then Slytherin it is I guess." Harry says with a shrug.

The compartment door opens again, and there stands a red haired boy around their age.

"Uh...Hello." The red head barely says above a whisper.

"Ew...I smell a weasel." Draco says in disgust.

"A weas-" Harry begins before there's an angry shout from the door.

" The name's WEASLEY...RON WEASLEY."

"He's one of those losers I was talking about. And I don't mean he's in Hufflepuff. He's a POOR, loser weasel."

"I'll make you pay for that you stupid git!" Ron yells while pulling out his wand.

Malfoy pulls out his wand and points it directly at Ron's chest.

"Now, what are you going to do with that, Weasley?"

Ron opens his mouth then closes it. Obviously he doesn't know what he's doing. He gives up on trying to explain what he will do and instead glares at Malfoy.

"I thought so Weasley. Don't have the guts to do it...or is it the fact that that fat cow of a mother of yours didn't teach you any spells?"

Ron lets out a growl before lunging at Draco. Draco calmly side steps Ron and points his wand at his back.

"Impedimenta." Draco mutters with a lazy flick of his wand. Ron is thrown through the air and hits the window. Draco opens his mouth to send another spell at Ron, but is stopped when Harry grabs his wand arm.

"Just let him go, Draco." Harry glances out the window and sees the castle coming into view."Besides...I think we're almost there."

Ron struggles to his feet and slumps out of the compartment, but not without throwing Draco his darkest glare. The compartment door slams shut and Harry turns his attention to the looming castle. A couple of minutes later and the castle is in full view. It's the most beautiful place Harry's ever seen. The train lurches to a halt and soon people are gathering out on the platform. Draco and Harry soon find themselves on the platform being sorted into boats that will be crossing the lake. As the last student settles into their boat, the boats begin to slowly glide across the water as if being pulled by invisible ropes. Harry can't help, but marvel at the beautiful scene that is before him. The way the castle is nestled between mountains. The way the forest seems to protect the castle from the outside world. Even the lights from the castle seem to add to the breathtaking scenery. Before he knew it, the boats had made it across the lake. Draco and Harry lead the rest of the students into the castle. Before long, they are all gathered in front of a door that seems to vibrate with the force of the voices that are coming from behind it. The door slowly opens and they are ushered in. A feeling of deja vu comes over Harry.