Summary: An alternate ending to the seventh book. Harry finds himself in an odd position. He doesn't remember his past, and the only testament to his life is the pale, snake-like man standing before him. Collab between mischievous purple one and flippin-freak!
A/N: We, mischievous-Purpleone and me, have tried not to change anything major about the characters, or any that have occured. A few people who lived in the real one may be killed or sacrificed in our version, but only for reasons pertaining to the storyline we have created. Thank you for reading enjoy!
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter, just dedicated fans who wanted to add a bit that we considered interesting.
His body hit the ground with a muffled thump. His glass were twisted sideways, one of the delicate panes shattered. The ground was firm, but not hard, the smell of damp grass filling his nostrils. He lay still, confused, and filled with terror. A group of strangers dressed in abnormal clothing were crowded around a tall pale man.
This man had a pale face with no nose, almost snakelike in appearance, his fingers long and thin, like branches. The man pushed himself off of the ground and yelled for everyone to be quiet. The only noise left in the clearing was the not quite quiet sobbing of what appeared to be a half-giant. Harry turned his attention back onto the tall man, carefully stood up, and brushed off his jeans. As he did everyone in the clearing screamed or yelled in surprise and backed away from him, with the exception of the half-giant and the snake-man. The half-giant stopped sobbing and just stared at Harry from his position on the tree.
The snake-man raised a stick and pointed it at Harry, who, at long last could not control himself, and burst out laughing at the sight of a grown man pointing a stick at him. The snake-man hissed dangerously and raised the wand higher, it's bright tip illuminating the tall haired boy.
"STOP LAUGHING POTTER!" he thundered and Harry immediately stopped and just stared at him curiously with emerald green eyes.
"Who…are…you?" Harry asked haughtily. Snakey almost dropped his wand in surprise.
"What do you mean 'who are you?' I am the greatest, most feared, and most powerful wizard in this world!" he shrieked at Harry. Harry stared back even more confused.
"But, yet; you still didn't tell me who you are." He pointed out with a smirk. At this a woman with long black hair, and heavily lidded eyes stepped forward screaming.
"You will not disrespect the dark lord in that way, POTTER!" Snakey put out one arm to bar her way and looked at her, his eyes red eyes gleaming in anger and curiosity,
"My name is Lord Voldemort, Potter. Doesn't that name ring a bell?" he asked stepping forward; stopping about five feet away from Harry. The emerald eyes clouded for a minute as he tried to remember anything but spells. Finally he shook his head and stared into those crimson red eyes.
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A fire roared in the fireplace of the exquisitely furnished parlor of Malfoy Manor. A glimmer of green betrayed the position of Harry, who stood in the shadows in his black apprentice robes. The Dark Lord stood opposite him, his own robes flowing around him like water, a white bone wand held in his long pale fingers.
"Sir, what house was I in?" Potter asked eager to begin returning his past.
"Why, Slytherin of course. Your best mate was Draco Malfoy."
"And what about my parents?"
Voldemort stopped for a fraction of a second and then answered, slowly, as if speaking with great remorse.
"They were…killed… by Dumbledore. The old headmaster of the very school you used to attend." He turned, as if not wanting to see the young boys hurt face' a smile spread, like toxic waste, across his lips. He heard Harry punch a cushion and turned around expecting to see a tear stained face under the untidy black hair, but was pleasantly surprised to see a face as calm as his own, though the eyes showed glimmers of rage. 'This will be a fine investment…' the dark lord thought as he beaconed Harry to sit so that they could talk. In another room, they could clearly hear Bella laughing as she tortured the half-giant named Hagrid.
A/N: Please review, we hope you liked it. This is just the beginning and get very much more interesting in time, thank you.
From the purpleone: Sorry the chaps are so short, I'm writing this all on paper before hand so I don't plan on making seventeen pages long of one chapter. Just cause it short does not mean it not good. Read on and reveiw