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Disclaimer: I do not, nor shall I ever, own Harry Potter. That honor belongs to JKR, not me.
Chapter One: Prologue
He was alone. The figures around him, his greatest friends and protectors, had vanished. He now stood, facing death, under cover of an object created specifically to prevent exactly that.
As he walked onward, coming closer and closer to the horde of Death Eaters ahead, he was filled with worry. Not worry for himself, but for what would happen to the others after his death. Would they be able to kill Voldemort? Why couldn't he do it himself?
That was it, he thought. If he himself was a part of Voldemort, than killing himself would be the same as his enemy doing it. Yes, thought Harry, he could kill Voldemort himself, and then finish the last remaining part of his sole in himself. It was the only way he could be sure it would end. The only way he could be positive Voldemort would be completely gone.
He stood there, feeling more reassured than before, and stared at the perso he was going to kill. He was close now. All he had to do was… just kill him.
"A-"
"WHAT WAS THAT!?" shrieked the people around him, everything suddenly in a state of panic.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" he shouted before someone could block his view of Voldemort.
Pain like nothing he had ever experienced flooded through his body all the way to his fingers and toes. He stumbled backwards, a diversion caused by the lifeless form of the Dark Lord.
The pain was beyond sound. There was only screaming in his head. But the screaming was not only his own. No, a shrill, evil cry echoed throughout his mind, drowning out the sound of his own. And then everything was black. The world he was lying in was gone, and he was face to face with Tom Marvolo Riddle. He did not look seventy years old, however, nor did he look like a snake. Neither of them were visibly screaming, but Harry was still aware of the sounds that seemed to be echoing from a far off place.
Both their wands were drawn, but they weren't dueling. Nor were they saying anything, the distant pain still pressing down on them.
Force and pressure suddenly collided from either side of the room. It was a battle of power and of will. They were now both in this body and fighting fiercely for control.
Waves of power, reminiscent of heat, swam in the air around them, and then everything was black once more.
Harry Potter awoke to a crowd staring at him in horror. His friends were closest to him, but they had never been so far away. It was as if he was seeing everything through a one-way mirror of some sort. He could hear everything happening, as well as see it, but they could not see him. He suddenly became very aware that the words being spoken were coming from his own mouth.
"-now you all see what become's of your great hero!? He was weak! And now, though my own body is destroyed, I shall reign over all of you through him!" He could feel Voldemort inside of him, quickly pushing him out of his own body and into a corner of his mind. The new occupant was jubilant. Things couldn't have turned out any better for him. And it was all his fault.
A/N ok, so I don't like the prologue much, but it'll get better I swear! I just thought this was a cool idea. Just for clarification: When Harry killed Voldemort, everything left of him was inside Harry and it took him over completely. Yeah. Just so you all know. PLEASE REVIEW! NEXT CHAPTER PROBABLY COMING LATER TONIGHT! IT WILL GET BETTER, I SWEAR!