The last three years had been complete hell for Harry Potter and his
friends. Lord
Voldemort had indeed risen more powerful and more terrible then before. Ever since
Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts the Dark Lord had been killing people left and right. The
Order of the Phoenix worked as hard as they could to work against him, but not even they
could stop his steady rise to complete power. So many deaths! So many betrayals.
People no longer trusted their own families. Bother against brother, father against son.
The world was in turmoil. If something was not done soon, all would crush under Lord
Voldemort. Three years had taken their toll on the great Harry Potter. The now 18-year-
old wizard had a look in his eyes that said he had seen things that 50-year- old could not
take. The once boyish face and cheerful face was hardened. Harry Potter was no longer
a naïve little boy. The once trusting, loving boy had become a hard man that showed no
emotion. He had seen to much death to remain the same. To much suffering. Felt too
much pain. Though they had met several times in the last years, the Dark Lord still had
not managed to kill Harry, but not from lack of trying. No, the man once known as Tom
Riddle had almost succeeded several times. He had killed the Dursleys right in front of
Harry. Harry admitted that he had never liked his relatives, but that did not mean that he
had wanted him dead. His trusty Firebolt and his father's cloak had saved him that time.
Next Voldemort killed Remus Lupin. Actually, it had been Wormtail who shot the curse
at his old friend. Harry had then gone to stay with the Grangers. Somehow, despite
Dumbledore's charms the evil man also killed Hermione's parents and her newborn little
sister. The summer before his 7th year Harry had stayed with the Weasley's, only to
discover that Percy had become a deatheater. Charlie Weasley had been killed protecting
his mother. Bill Weasley joined the ranks of missing people. Fred and George had gone
into hiding with their wives, Alicia and Katie to protect any babies on the way. Ron and
Ginny remained at Harry's side. Hermione too had always been there for Harry. If there
had been time, Harry and Ginny would have been married already; the same for Ron and
Hermione. But they feared what would happen if they were to even try o make it public.
Though there had been many looses there had also been many gains. Draco Malfoy had
come over from the dark side, becoming a strong ally for the light. Sirius Black had been
freed after Peter got arrested for killing Remus. But it had to come at some time. After
three long years of fighting Harry's moment finally came. He would be able to avenge
his parents, Remus, the Dursleys, Bill, Charlie, McGonnagal and Hagrid (who had also
been killed in war), Snape, who had been caught as a spy, the Grangers and their young
daughter. Yes, Voldemort would pay for the pain he had caused Harry Potter and his
friends. The battle was at Hogwarts. After completely destroying Hogsmeade
Voldemort made his way up to the castle. He was armed with dementors, deatheaters,
and several other powerful dark creatures. It looked as though the battle was lose for the
light side. It all came down to a final duel between Harry and the Voldemort.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? The-Boy-Who-Wont-Die alone without any
friends to protect him? Tisk tisk Mr. Potter I thought you had learned better by now."
"Riddle, don't give me crap. You started a duel with me three years ago and I want to
finish it. Or are you to much of a coward?" Harry said in a cold voice.
Voldemort was not pleased. "I will finish what my ancestor never got to do to yours.
The great heir of Slythrine will triumph over Gryffindor's pathetic boy of an heir. You
will not win. Avada Kedavra!"
Green lighted shot out of the wand and was heading straight at Harry. It would hit him
and he would die. Strangely Harry felt at complete peace with himself. Closer and closer
the light came towards The-Boy-Who lived as if in slow motion. Slowly, slowly...
AN- And so starts my next fic. Some of you may have read my last one, but I will tell you that this one is very different. This, like my last one is also being posted on HP.com. Also I would like all to note that I totally came up with all ideas by my self and I have never seen anyone write a fic like this one, so I don't want anyone to think that I am coping. Oh year and my:
DISCLAIMER: I hate doing these, I mean really who is going to think that I am JK Rowling? So just to get it out of the way for the rest of the fic, I do not own any of the characters except for a few OC's, and the plot is completely my own.
Voldemort had indeed risen more powerful and more terrible then before. Ever since
Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts the Dark Lord had been killing people left and right. The
Order of the Phoenix worked as hard as they could to work against him, but not even they
could stop his steady rise to complete power. So many deaths! So many betrayals.
People no longer trusted their own families. Bother against brother, father against son.
The world was in turmoil. If something was not done soon, all would crush under Lord
Voldemort. Three years had taken their toll on the great Harry Potter. The now 18-year-
old wizard had a look in his eyes that said he had seen things that 50-year- old could not
take. The once boyish face and cheerful face was hardened. Harry Potter was no longer
a naïve little boy. The once trusting, loving boy had become a hard man that showed no
emotion. He had seen to much death to remain the same. To much suffering. Felt too
much pain. Though they had met several times in the last years, the Dark Lord still had
not managed to kill Harry, but not from lack of trying. No, the man once known as Tom
Riddle had almost succeeded several times. He had killed the Dursleys right in front of
Harry. Harry admitted that he had never liked his relatives, but that did not mean that he
had wanted him dead. His trusty Firebolt and his father's cloak had saved him that time.
Next Voldemort killed Remus Lupin. Actually, it had been Wormtail who shot the curse
at his old friend. Harry had then gone to stay with the Grangers. Somehow, despite
Dumbledore's charms the evil man also killed Hermione's parents and her newborn little
sister. The summer before his 7th year Harry had stayed with the Weasley's, only to
discover that Percy had become a deatheater. Charlie Weasley had been killed protecting
his mother. Bill Weasley joined the ranks of missing people. Fred and George had gone
into hiding with their wives, Alicia and Katie to protect any babies on the way. Ron and
Ginny remained at Harry's side. Hermione too had always been there for Harry. If there
had been time, Harry and Ginny would have been married already; the same for Ron and
Hermione. But they feared what would happen if they were to even try o make it public.
Though there had been many looses there had also been many gains. Draco Malfoy had
come over from the dark side, becoming a strong ally for the light. Sirius Black had been
freed after Peter got arrested for killing Remus. But it had to come at some time. After
three long years of fighting Harry's moment finally came. He would be able to avenge
his parents, Remus, the Dursleys, Bill, Charlie, McGonnagal and Hagrid (who had also
been killed in war), Snape, who had been caught as a spy, the Grangers and their young
daughter. Yes, Voldemort would pay for the pain he had caused Harry Potter and his
friends. The battle was at Hogwarts. After completely destroying Hogsmeade
Voldemort made his way up to the castle. He was armed with dementors, deatheaters,
and several other powerful dark creatures. It looked as though the battle was lose for the
light side. It all came down to a final duel between Harry and the Voldemort.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? The-Boy-Who-Wont-Die alone without any
friends to protect him? Tisk tisk Mr. Potter I thought you had learned better by now."
"Riddle, don't give me crap. You started a duel with me three years ago and I want to
finish it. Or are you to much of a coward?" Harry said in a cold voice.
Voldemort was not pleased. "I will finish what my ancestor never got to do to yours.
The great heir of Slythrine will triumph over Gryffindor's pathetic boy of an heir. You
will not win. Avada Kedavra!"
Green lighted shot out of the wand and was heading straight at Harry. It would hit him
and he would die. Strangely Harry felt at complete peace with himself. Closer and closer
the light came towards The-Boy-Who lived as if in slow motion. Slowly, slowly...
AN- And so starts my next fic. Some of you may have read my last one, but I will tell you that this one is very different. This, like my last one is also being posted on HP.com. Also I would like all to note that I totally came up with all ideas by my self and I have never seen anyone write a fic like this one, so I don't want anyone to think that I am coping. Oh year and my:
DISCLAIMER: I hate doing these, I mean really who is going to think that I am JK Rowling? So just to get it out of the way for the rest of the fic, I do not own any of the characters except for a few OC's, and the plot is completely my own.
