Tears of a Phoenix

By- ainaak ka-lyrra

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.

Summary- what would happen if Voldemort hadn't just possessed Harry at the ministry?

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Harry's scar burst open. He knew that he was dead; it was pain beyond imagining , pain past endurance-

He was gone from the hall, he was locked in the coils of a creature with red eyes. They were fused together, bound together by pain, and there was no escape- And when the creature spoke, it used Harry's mouth, so that in his agony he felt his jaw move.

"Kill me now Dumbledore."

"If death is nothing then kill the boy."

'Let the pain stop' Harry thought. 'Let him kill me... end it Dumbledore... Death is nothing compared to this... And I'll see Sirius again'

"It is the only way you can kill me Dumbledore" Voldemort hissed maliciously.

At Dumbledores confused look Voldemort continued "I am in his body Dumbledore, I have entwined with his very soul" He paused. " The only way you can kill me, is to kill the boy."

A horrible and frightening laugh tore from 'Harry's' throat and echoed through out the entire room.

Gasps followed the exclamation as Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, some aurors and the minister entered the room.

Suddenly Harry's right eyes turned to it's brilliant green hue while his left eye, which showed evilness and hate, stayed it ruby red color.

Dumbledore was heartbroken to see such pain in it's green iris. It said Kill me... end it now. Then the onslaught came:

"Kill the boy"

'Kill me'

"If death is nothing!'

'Kill me'

"Then Kill the boy!"

'Kill me!'

Dumbledore suddenly remembered when he had held the newly born Harry to his chest while Lily and James smiled proudly albeit tiredly.

He remembered the same child that he had kissed on the head as he laid the toddler on the doorsteps of his aunts house.

He remembered the wide eyed first year who walked through the great hall doors, not knowing what was in store for him.

He remembered the second year who was obviously hiding something from him.

He remembered the third year who was confused about his very mysterious past.

He remembered the brave fourth year who won, the tri-wizard tournament with a death on his too young shoulders and his battered mind.

He could still picture the beginning of the year, the boy who was angry with everyone because noone would tell him anything.

And he knew he couldn't do it. But then a voice echoed through his head- Harry's voice.

'End it Dumbledore... Death is nothing compared to this...'

Dumbledore came to his decision, and he raised his wand, which had fallen to his side helplessly.

Relief spread through the right eye that reflected Harry's soul and horror and shock came to not only the reflection of Voldemorts soul but also everyone there.

"NOO!" He faintly heard Hermione scream.

"I'm sorry Harry" Dumbledore whispered softly.

"Avada Kedevra!"

THE END