Chapter 1 - The fall of a boy, the rise of a Necromancer.
Harry Potter does not belong to me in anyway. It is all owned by J.K Rowling so please do not come knocking on my doorstep. I suggest you finish watching the events of OOTP before reading this particular piece of work or you would be extremely lost.
It was chaos in the Department of Mysteries. Spells rebounded off the shelfs that held long forgotten Prophecies yet to be fulfilled. The crashing of glass could be heard everywhere, a cascade of glass pieces twinkling as it fell to the floor, and in the process, reflecting the desperate face of the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter.
"Potter boy is here to witness the death of this dog! Hurray!" Bellatrix Lestrange screamed madly, spit flying everywhere from her mouth as she launched a Reducto at Sirius Black, causing him to lose balance as he tried to side-stepped.
Harry Potter knew that Sirius was doomed the minute he tripped as what was behind him was a never-ending pit. Many wizards called it the Veil, supposedly the birth place of the horrible Dementors. Anyone near the Veil could fear a strong aura of dark energy and a sense of foreboding. All explanations and experiments regarding the Veil had failed miserably, the only thing they had managed to decrypt was the Runes by the side of the Veil. It read "Sacrifice, Prophecies and the Ultimate Power".
Many had tried sacrificing their own blood and kin to obtain the so-called ultimate power, but all had failed and died for their thirst of power. After the fifth incident, the Ministry had sealed it up as they feared that if this power was somehow obtained into evil hands, it would spell the end for both the Wizarding and Muggle world.
"NO!" Harry Potter shouted desperately as he refused to let his last link to his family die like that. It just can't end like this!Harry thought to himself. In a last ditch attempt to save his godfather, Harry summoned up all his emotions into one move. To swap his position with Sirius. Harry thought of the unfairness of not having to meet his parent's, the cruelty of the Ministry, his beatings from the Dursleys. A black mass of negative energy he had not thought possible in him swirled around Harry Potter's magical core, and what happened next was an incident that no one would ever forget.
Harry potter had switched places with Sirius, and fell backwards into the dark Veil. The last thought before being consumed by the darkness was that Sirius was going to live and he had sacrificed himself for him. Oddly, Harry had no fear of dying as he felt himself disintegrate into nothingness. If anything, Harry was grateful. He finally had a form of release, all his worries and pains were finally gone. He could rest in peace...
The Veil spewed out dark energies and gave a tremendous BOOM before settling down like nothing had ever happened. The Boy-Who-Lived became the Boy-Who-Died. Everyone had stopped and looked in incredulity as it happened, although some for different reasons. The members of the Order looked on in horror and disbelief as the implications of the happening set in. Harry Potter, their loyal friend, companion, had died at the young age of 15. Dumbledore face was also in a picture of horror, although for an entirely different reason. Working furiously with his brain, Dumbledore realized that the Wizarding world was doomed and all his careful manipulation of Harry was gone. He alone in this room knew the prophecy.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."
He also knew that any hope of defeating Voldemort was for naught, as it died with Harry. Ironically, the Veil had given the ultimate power to the Death Eaters. By killing Harry, the Dark Lord and his forces could now move without fear of Harry's troublesome meddling. It was only a matter of time before the Dark Lord Voldemort fulfilled his goal of eradicating the Muggles and controlling the whole of the Wizarding world.
The Death Eaters were ecstatic, the troublesome boy had finally died! Bellatrix Lestrange gave off her parting shot as she and all the other Death Eaters apparated away to give the good news to the Dark Lord. "Aww, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, thank you for killing of harry for us! I'll be sure to give you a present in the upcoming future!" She taunted Sirius while waving her wand madly in the way, looking in malicious glee as she watched Sirius begin breaking down and blaming himself for his godson's death, the twelve years of imprisonment in Azkaban had not helped in the least.
"Is the possible? Is Harry really dead?" Neville, managing to sound both fearful and uncertain.
"Yes, the Harry we know is now died. Killed by none other than Bellatrix Lestrange." Dumbledore replied sadly, sighing and shaking his head at the same time.
With that, Neville moaned under his breath, collapsed on the floor and began muttering "Its not possible... Its not possible..."
Everyone stood still and not a single word was uttered as they paid tribute to possibly the bravest and greatest under aged wizard. Hermione and Ron looking especially forlorn as they could not comprehend never meeting Harry ever again. Dumbledore's eyes had lost their customary twinkle and even Luna lost her dreamy look. Sirius however, was affected the most. He could not help but crying, tears spilling down his face and splashing onto the floor, heavily burdened with the guilt of not being able to save Harry, his only godson.
Needless to say, this day was a devastating blow to the Wizarding world as they had lost their only weapon against Voldemort. Harry's death made the headlines quickly, affecting all wizards one way or another. Every light-sided wizard mourned his death and a waste of the great potential that could have been. Every Death Eater celebrated and even You-Know-Who was rumored to be celebrating by massacring a village full of Muggles. Even Fudge was at a loss, as he was now forced to admit You-Know-Who was back and his reputation went downhill from there.
Unknown to everyone, Harry would forever be the Boy-Who-Lived even after his 'supposed' death.
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