The Marauders' Legacy

by RipSlayer

So, Harry died! Well, kind of... In one world he died but as he died in one he was reborn in, the same one, just about eight years earlier, to the day he got his Hogwarts letter. Returned for two reasons, one to save the world, and the more important one. to continue the legacy of the Marauders.

1. Chapter 1

Just for fun

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING

Harry Potter was proud to say he was the son of a marauder. The title say ten years ago meant nothing to him, but he was about to die at Lord Voldemort's hands, and he was the last remnant of the marauders. His father died a long time ago, and Sirius died when he was still in Azkaban as far as James would have been concerned. Wormtail, we all know he doesn't count. Remus Lupin however, Moony, had died last night. Defending Hogwarts against an evil the wizarding world had thought was vanquished. By him. Harry James Potter. Prongslet. The chosen one, blah, blah, blah.

Soon to be the dead one.

Lord Voldemort pointed his wand at him, the words, he uttered quickly, a maniacal, smug, victorious smirk on his face. "Avada Kedavra." He shouted, and the green light approached Harry, who stood still, embracing his fate. The two were both thrown back and as Bellatrix helped Lord Voldemort up, her sister, Narcissa approached the chosen one, now the fallen one, "Is he dead?" Riddle asked, and despite being a malicious, hardcore, murdering death eater, Narcissa couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret, and sadness, as she revealed the truth. "Yes, milord, the boy who lived, is dead."

"You bitch!" Lord Voldemort exclaimed, "That was my line!"

The Shortest Intro ever is out, but as I hope you can see this will be the tone of the story, I do not promise completion, regular updates or anything, but considering how fun I find it to write this kind of thing, and the fact that I'm on holiday for a month and a half, then there might be quite a lot of this story more to come.