Reborn by JustCantGetEnough
A/N: This is a fic of mine that just popped up in my head! Hope you all like!!!!!!!
It felt cold, almost bone-chilling, here at the graveyard. My fingers tightened around my wand, feeling the smooth, cool wood under my skin. Even though my head is bent, my eyes gaze around alertly, my ears pricked for any sound.
The wind blew gently, caressing my skin, my clothes. For a moment, oh-so-brief, I felt at peace, but it disappeared quickly, leaving my guard up.
My eyes glanced at the dead bodies scattered around the ground, both of the Light and of the Dark. A question interrupted my thoughts: Am I the only one alive?
"Damn…" I muttered under my breath and I stepped over mangled limbs as I made my way down to the gates. The others will arrive soon. Too late to save anybody. The war has ended, taking hundreds of lives along the way.
I heard sirens. Flashing lights of red and blue. The muggles must have heard the cries of pain and battle and phoned the police. Maybe a few more murders wouldn't hurt after the others who have died for the Wizarding World.
"Harry!" I heard someone cry at the gates and I lift my head. Victoria Aiden stood there, clad in black velvet, her face holding grief and anxiety.
"Are you okay?" she whispered to me as she stroke my face lovingly. Her eyes held an emotion I have far rid myself of since my fifth year: Love.
I lower my head again and pull away from her. She reached out in protest but she knew better and held her hands to her chest, looking at me sadly.
"Leave, Victoria. The police are coming." I said, knowing that these words confused her so.
"Police? Harry, what-?" she said, holding my hand and clutching it tightly.
My expression darkened. "I said GO! Leave here! They will see you!" I barked and I twisted out of her grasp.
"Harry!" Victoria yelled out, reaching out for me. I did not look back. I ran fast, into the graveyard, among the graves and the corpses and I hid in a mausoleum.
Flashlight beams searched among the grounds and I heard confused voices.
"Who could have done this, Chief?"
"It's a massacre. The others are not yet in rigor mortis. The killer has gone."
"Another one, Chief? The victims hold sticks, some a foot long. Plus most of them have not wounds. As if they weren't harmed."
"Confusing but we will never know the answer." The chief said. "Call the men. I found something."
I waited in the dark as one policeman signaled the others to come. They were slow and I could feel the ache in my bones growing more painfully.
Finally, all of them, ten all in all, assembled in front of Tom Riddle's grave. I smiled. A smile of darkness and evil.
I took out my wand and pointed it at them. I muttered a Dark Curse, pronouncing each Latin word with strength. A black jet of light shot out of my wand and split into a huge dome that surrounded the policemen.
I heard their pleas, their cries for help, their shouts of utter confusion. I could barely see them from the black smokiness of the dome but I knew very well what would happen.
"Die, you filthy muggles. Die, all of you…" I whispered and I heard shouts of pain. Screams sliced through the air like a knife and the curse had done its job.
I walked over to them, all dead and contorted. An unearthly laugh erupted from my throat. Yes, killing them. Killing those who deserved it. Muggles.
I kept laughing and laughing. It pleasured me to see these muggles suffer. It was wonderful…for one fact remained in my mind.
Lord Voldemort is reborn inside Harry Potter…