Eiyū

Author: Xerphena (Avengersfan4ever)

Disclaimer: I own nothing 'cept for parts of plot!

Of course he had to survive, fate hated him, and he knew it. It just LOVED to fuck him over in everyway possibly imaginable. Harry James Potter was upset, tears made their way down his face as he patted the dirt that he had just dug up and buried Ginny. The black fire flickered around the remains of his home, in London, number 12 grimmauld place.

His life had been amazing; he had a beautiful wife, great kids and the best auror of his time. But sadly this had changed when the dark empress had come. She called herself Amaieran (1). They had under-estimated her... by long shot. Sure she was small, cute and seemed like little threat, yet her voice was amazing. Not only that she was a veela. Men fought for her affections by attacking the aurors, she had already bewitched the muggles into using there weapons as well in order to destroy the various governments and take over a the ruler of well everything. It had been futile to try and stop her she was just to much.

With a sigh Harry stood and stopped dead in his tracks. "Why hello there, chosen one." A smooth voice said from behind. With no weapon Harry spun and brought his hands up in surrender when he saw Amaieran. "So, Harry. I do apologize for meeting under such… circumstances but you see I don't have much choice."

"…"

"What no come back?" she said with a shake of her head. "I prefer… Livelier prey. Oh well. This is going to happen eventually. Any last wishes Harry?"

"…"

"No? Okay then, Goodbye, Golden boy. Avada Kerdavra!" Ginny here I come…

"Potter! Potter! POTTER!" Harry woke with a start. "Finally you're awake." He glanced over at the person talking to him and jumped back when piercing red eyes burned into his green.

"Vol- Voldemort?!"

"Yes, you twit. It is I lord Voldemort the most powerful wizard!"

"Wow, you are a megalomaniac, anyways, aren't you dead? I distinctly remember killing you."

"I could ask the same of you Potter, to answer you're question yes and no." Voldemort said, glaring at Harry. He looked the same as Harry had remembered dark cloak, bald with red eyes and slits for a nose. "You see I had horucruxs, yes but I may be what you call paranoid, basically you see… I have another way of coming back."

"And what might that be? Hnngn…"

"Necromancy."

"I am confused!"

"Do you recognize this place?" Voldemort asked waving his hands around the white expanse.

"Not really... what is this place?" Harry said glancing around and then looked back at Voldemort when he answered "Technically it is nowhere… but you may think of it as limbo."

"Ah, the world between worlds," Harry agreed to Voldemort's earlier statement "Why am I here then?"

"I do not know."

"Why are you here?"

"I already told you that Potter, I had another safe guard; necromancy. When you 'killed' me I was sent here to wait until I was reborn." Voldemort answered with an air of impatience, the man hadn't changed a bit.

"So you're going to be reborn."

'Yes eventually, and given that you have decided to grace me with your presence, you will most likely going to come along with me."

"Cool, then… does it ever get boring looking at white expanse?"

'Is that what you see?"

"Do you see different?"

"This realm does not exist; therefore it can be changed, not dramatically, but changed."

"What do you see?"

"I see a library that never ends."

Harry looked around at the white room and thought of something familiar. Before he even knew it the room had changed into a model of the quidditch pitch he could even feel a slight breeze coming from nowhere. With a sigh of happiness Harry sat down on the ground.

He spun his head around and glared at Voldemort.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Are you blind Potter, I am making a circle."

"Yes but… Why?" Harry asked looking confused; Voldemort finished his circle and plopped down in the middle.

"Potter this," He gestured at the circle and the area inside "Is my space. You do not enter here unless you have a death wish."

"Fine whatever."

Time passed differently in the world between worlds. The time Harry and Voldemort spent in there felt like an eternity to harry; while to Voldemort it felt like a few minutes. Soon the end of their stay would come; they would enter the better world of the living. A funny thought that is.

Harry glanced around the white expanse disguised as a quidditch pitch, and looked at Voldemort (no Tom, Voldemort had told him to call him as such) he was pacing around his small circle. Harry bored with Tom continued to look around, though he saw nothing, he felt it a strong presence, a dark presence.

*Harry…* A raspy voice came out of nowhere harry spun around looking for the speaker. "Who…" Tom spun around looking at Harry who had just spoken when Harry said nothing more went back to his pacing.

*Silence! No one may be alerted to me… I will be… quick. I am… death. You… Harry James Po… tter are my… master. You cannot… die. Yet… you are… not immortal. I am… unable to… explain further, soon you... and… Tom will be reborn. Master… I will come when… summoned. Use… the hallows.*

"Bu-"

*No! You will aware him… of my… presence-. Goodbye master… have fun in the… world of the living.*

The voice disappeared and Harry glanced around I though he said I would return to the world of the livi-.

Harry hurt. A lot. He cracked open his eyes and looked around; he was lying back in the yard of Grimmauld place. It was exactly the same as before only, Amaieran was nowhere in sight. He groaned and got up. Looking around he saw three objects sitting in the grass some 20 feet away. Grabbing them he headed to the house, hopefully she had gotten what she deserved.

America was nice. His house was nice white brick house with dark brown shingles. Many other houses like it were around. He sat outside with a glass of lemonade and was just basking in the warm summer sunlight that was native to Los Angeles.

As he sat there a nice looking man began to walk up the pathway towards his house. Said man was dark haired and pale he had beautiful teal eyes and looked to be about 25.

"Mr. Potter?" the man inquired when he got close.

"Yeeees…"

"you fucking wanker I am going to kill."

"Please to see you to, Tom"