Main Pairing: HPDM
Rating: T – language and violence
Warning: AU. Disregards HBP completely. Future slash. Good! Malfoys.
Author's Note: This is my first slash fic, so I'm sorry if it's awful. R&R please.
Everlasting Devastation presents:
Elaborate Deception
Prologue
"Well Potter, it seems that we meet again and hopefully for the last time," said Lord Voldemort. They were in a circle of Order members fighting Death Eaters, circling one another. Outside the circle, countless other members were fighting amongst the bodies of the dying and the dead. Ron Weasley had forsaken his wand in favour of physical violence while Hermione Granger was unconscious a few feet away.
"How does it feel, Potter," sneered Voldemort. "How does it feel to have failed your precious Wizarding World?"
Harry scoffed. "I haven't failed Voldemort; the war isn't over yet,"
"Oh but it will be; sooner than you think," said Voldemort. "I'm going to allow you some semblance of dignity as a token of my generosity. How would you like to die, Harry – slow and agonizing or quick and painless? You know what, you don't have a choice anyway," He pointed his wand at Harry. "Crucio!" he cried, a red beam of light hitting Harry in the chest. Harry fell to the ground, writhing and contorting in pain yet refusing to cry out.
At that, there was a loud explosion to their left. Voldemort spun around, his concentration lapsing for a single moment. That was all Harry needed. He fought off the remaining effects of the curse and stood up while several supposed Death Eaters – namely Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott; began shooting several spells at the Death Eaters.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?" yelled Voldemort and while his back was turned, Harry aimed his wand at Voldemort. "Hey Voldemort," said Harry. Voldemort whirled around, his wand poised to fire a curse but before he could utter a word, Harry yelled "Avada Kedavra," A beam of startling green light hurtled towards Voldemort's chest.
The green light flared and for a moment, everything was still and silent. Voldemort's body fell to the ground with a soft thump. The Death Eaters looked upon their master's dead body in horror. One by one, they fell to the ground in defeat and several attempted to flee the scene; but unfortunately for them, they were quickly subdued by Stunning spells.
Harry, with blood running down his face, scarred and bruised; was triumphant. He smiled before his eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted.
Note: I know, I know. There isn't any slash in the chapter. But there will be in the next one, I promise.