Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter wise...Jk does...I just like manipulating them =] Read and REview? Please? I'm thinking of continuing this if I get a good response to it.
As he breathed in the damp forest floor Harry found himself caught in a wave of nausea. Though his parents and loved ones were beside him in spirit it couldn't distract him from the searing pain emanating from his core. The dark lord's laughter echoed in the empty woods, filling his head getting louder and louder until he screamed out, tears bursting forth from his eyes.
"Come to die Potter? How fitting an end, now grovel boy, just like your parents did." Voldemort's eyes glinted evilly in the dimming light. His wand raised Harry yelped as Voldemort's spell collided with his boy making him bow down before the powerful dark lord. Smirking triumphantly he kneeled beside the boy who lived and laughed softly, "If only you had listened to me your first year. Do you remember boy?"
Harry painfully looked into the eyes of the man that killed his parents and loved ones, the man that loathed everything that Harry ever cared about. The hatred seeped from his heart outward, spreading through his body until Harry leapt foreword. "You killed my parents!"
"Of course I did boy! Just like I'll kill you and all of your filthy muggle loving friends." Voldemort shoved him aside and stood over him, wand pointed straight at him. His smirk grew as he whispered, "After all, only one may live while the other survives."
Harry could only watch as Voldemort raised his hand, wand lithely, dangerously held in his hands. The hatred continued flowing but a sudden pain flared in Harry causing him to flail and scream out. Voldemort stepped back, confused but on guard as Harry continued screaming. As he growled in pain he began hissing and grabbing his head, shoving into the forest floor roughly.
"Acting strangely will not save you boy." Voldemort raised his wand once more but was stopped as Harry rose from the dirt. Blue eyes stared back at him, black hair lightened to a dark brown. Glasses eschew, Harry straightened and smirked at the dark lord.
"My Lord...what's going on?" One of the death eaters whispered.
"Potter?" Voldemort spat.
"Don't you recognise superior wizardry when you witness it? Surely I've been separated from you for too long." Harry's voice was dark, but chillingly familiar. A hush swept through the crowd as Voldemort stepped closer, circling Harry before staring him deep in the eyes.
"I only had six horcruxes." Voldemort hissed.
"Seven. The night you came to Potter's house and you fell from power a small fragment tore away and well, here I am my Lord." Harry explained. Voldemort was silent for a moment continuing to look in the boy's eyes.
"When did we kill my father then?"Voldemort asked.
"In 1943, as revenge for our poor mother. We later turned her ring into our first horcrux." Harry said bluntly. Voldemort leaned his head back and smirked. It was indeed himself reflecting back in Harry's eyes.
"Care to test out your new body then? We have an entire castle full of mudbloods and muggle lovers to deal with." The dark swarmed around the two as they departed the forbidden forest, Hogwarts castle looming in the background, unsuspecting and innocent.
"Attention Hogwarts Castle: The Dark Lord has attained full power. Harry Potter is no more. Come out of the castle and we will spare your lives." Voldemort's voice echoed through the halls of Hogwarts, Hermione and Ginny looked nervously at each other as everyone began shuffling out of the castle.
"H-he wouldn't bring the body back...would he?" Ginny whispered gravely as they stepped out into the hazy light. Hagrid, cuffed and silenced was standing just behind Voldemort, towering over him, tears streaming down his face.
"Where's Harry?" Neville shouted, pushing his way to the front of the group, hiding a few younger students behind him.
"Insolent boy. You need to be taught a lesson." Voldemort smirked. Bellatrix stepped out from behind him, her hair wild and her eyes thirsty for blood. "Ah, ah Bella. I think we offered this one up to our new member, don't you think?"
"Yes of course my Lord." She said bowing low as she moved out of the way. Voldemort smirked as the Death Eaters behind him slowly separated, parting as the newest Death Eater neared the front line.
"I hear he's a marvelous dueler, very agile and quick on his feet." Voldemort chuckled as he turned to the side. "But I suppose you all know his prowess now, don't you?"
Donned in black sweeping robes, eyes dark and cruel stood Harry Potter, Nagini wrapped around leg and torso. A twisted evil smile distorting his normally sincere face.
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked, hugging Ron tightly as tears formed in her eyes. He sneered at her and stalked foreward. Ron pushed her behind him and stood between his friend and Hermione. Ron glared as Harry's sneer turned from disgust to malicious.
"Ah yes, now I remember, pathetic Ron Weasley and his mublood girlfriend Granger." Harry laughed, "Figures you'd be protecting a muggle born you blood traitor."
Ron's ears began turning red as Hermione paled, this was obviously not the boy they had known since first year, the boy they had countlessly helped save Hogwarts over the years, This was not the Harry that started Dumbledore's Army or helped Sirius Black escape Hogwarts. This was a dark shadow of the being they one knew.
So absorbed in his own evil musings Harry didn't notice Neville stalk closer. This may not be the same Harry he had seen a few minutes before he departed to the forest but either way Harry entrusted him with a mission and that mission was currently wrapped around Harry's chest.
Bending down Neville snatched up the sword of Gryffindor which was poking out of the sorting hat and lunged at Harry. Quick reflexes Harry jumped back punching Neville down to the ground as he missed. "Filth! You dare attempt killing me? I am the Dark Lord you foolish boy." Harry ground his heel into Neville's shoulder causing the poor boy to yelp in pain and pull away.
"Harry!" Neville shouted as he thrust the sword upward, through Nagini and into the Boy Who Lived torso. Harry reeled backward and ripped the sword from his side as Nagini fell lifeless to the ground beside him. Glaring down at the boy Harry turned his gaze to Voldemort who flicked his hand to the side. With a burst of black smoke Harry disappeared and Voldemort advanced, students, teachers and parents fleeing as quickly as they could.