A/N: See, one of my favorite things to write about is zombies… Yeah. That's right. I love watching anything that includes zombies. I love playing zombie video games, I love zombie books, and I love writing about them too. I know it doesn't sound quite that interesting but you should give it a chance if you like scary stories too… Although I'm not sure how scary it will be, but I'll try. :P I've somehow come up with an idea that I can incorporate this nice little theme into a Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Everyone fic. And no, it's not a gay story:). I've been trying to come up with this idea for forever and now I've finally figured out how to write it. All I ask is you give it a chance and review it to tell me if you want more and if you liked it. Another thing. This is merely an intro for things to come. Hope I catch you. I love new readers and old ones.

-Jessie

What Voldemort Left Behind

His snake like eyes stared around his damp surroundings, the stone walls dripping and making soft trickling sounds. He shut his eyes against the light green glare of the magical torches.

"Master…" came a soft whisper from his right.

Ah yes… That must be Lucius Malfoy.

"Master?" the voice came again, only a bit louder.

"What do you need?" he hissed, taking in a deep breath.

"It's time to take your potion my Lord," Lucius Malfoy replied. The pungent smell filled Lord Voldemort's slit nose and he cringed away from his most valued servant.

"Not again," he said, reaching out and clutching Lucius' wrist.

"Yes. It will prolong your life for another month," Lucius replied, putting the black goblet down on Voldemort's armrest.

The Horcruxes had been destroyed a few years before and Albus Dumbledore had been successfully murdered by Lucius' offspring. Draco Malfoy had made history that night and would always be remembered as the teenage wizard who'd cut down one of the most powerful elderly wizards in the world. And everyone knew that power only increased with age. So it was a wonder that Draco Malfoy could even muster up the strength to cast an adequate Avada Kedavra curse. The youngest existing Malfoy was now feared world wide among the world of magic.

Harry Potter was actively hunting down Voldemort, who was no longer strong enough to fight him in a final duel. But Voldemort had other plans in mind. He'd succeed in what he'd always wanted to do and more. It was a marvelous plan.

He reached out for the goblet and shakily lifted it to his lips.

"Down the hatch," he croaked, taking a large gulp and cringing, his colorless face turning a nice shade of magenta as he gagged. The potion tasted as though he'd just bit into a rotting piece of meat as his slid thickly down his throat in one long sticky pile of goo.

"Swallow it, my Lord," Lucius Malfoy said. "You will need your strength for the final battle. And it seems Severus has made this potion much stronger than before. It should allow you to walk again for the full month and restore your magical power to its full extent."

"Yes," Voldemort choked out, his face twisted in a sickening grimace. "Yes. Thank him for me will you?"

"I cannot tell if you're being sarcastic or sincere," Lucius said with a small smirk forming on his lips.

"Honestly," Voldemort said, his voice suddenly taking on a much youthful and silky tone. "A little bit of both."

Lucius Malfoy watched as the Dark Lord's eyes filled with their familiar yellow pigment, when they'd been white and unseeing before. The pupils like slits against their background, as though he were peering through two golden curtains to the darkness beyond them. Lucius felt a familiar shiver go down his spine. One he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Welcome back," Lucius drawled with a nasty grin.

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"No!"

Harry Potter sat up in his bed, clutching at his forehead, cold sweat cascading down his body as he shivered, his breath unsteady and labored. He blinked a few times so that his eyes could adjust to the darkness of the room. He'd had a strange dream.

Draco Malfoy had been in it and he'd been dressed in all black firing a muggle pistol, his perfect white teeth gritted together. He'd had a black bandanna covering his hair. He wore a pair of combat boots and it looked as though he had grenades strapped to his belt. I guess he looked like one of the G.I Joe kind of guys…

Then he'd stopped and looked right at Harry, who was watching from a distance.

"It's him Potter," Malfoy drawled. "The Dark Lord…"

And all of a sudden Malfoy was gone and he was replaced by yellow eyes that were gleaming in the darkness. He could hear wicked laughter as the eyes became brighter and brighter, until he was blinded and he began to run but he wasn't going anywhere. And suddenly he felt cold clammy hands wrap around his throat and they began to drag him down…

A/N: No, I haven't forgotten my other stories. I just am having writer's block on some of them. Unfortunately it's the more popular ones. But I will get a new chapter up for most stories soon. I know I say that a lot but if you're a writer, you know you can't just pump chapters out of your ass because then they sound like crap. Ha:D Love you all. You know what to do… Review… :)