A/N: This is shorter than I meant it to be, but later chapters will be longer. I just wanted to be able to explain the back story a bit, because it just felt wrong just to jump striaght foward to Azkaban (trust me, I tried). Like I said in the preview, this is my first story, so PLEASE critique it. Anywho, enough of my rambling. R&R (I have no idea what that means, but everyone says it....I'm assuming it means read and review)!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people, that's all JK Rowling!
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Harry Potter made his way across the grounds of Hogwarts, and Lord Voldermort followed. Harry kept replaying the prophecy again and again in his head. "...either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..." Harry was terrified. Tonight, his purpose-his reason for existence-would be fulfilled. Or he would die... Harry shook the thought from his mind. All he had to worry about now was finding Dumbledore, or at least some type of cover! He put his wand behind his back and yelled "Immobulus" just as a streak of green light narrowly missed him.
All of a sudden, Harry fell to his knees. He was cringing and screaming, pain shooting through every inch of his body. He felt as if his skin was on fire. All he wanted to do was die. "I could grant you that wish," a voice told him inside his head. "N-never..." Harry felt a fresh burst of pain throughout his entire body. "Are you sure boy? It would easy...oh so easy. Maybe if you agree now I can make it quick?" Harry closed his eyes. The pain was unbearable, but he couldn't give up, too much was resting on his shoulders. "It won't be me," he said hoarsely. "What did you say?" Voldermort asked, fresh pain shooting through his body. "IT WON'T BE ME!" Harry yelled as he got to his feet, almost falling over again. His joints screamed with pain, and his scar felt like it was ripping open. Harry knew he had to act quickly, before Voldermort could attack him again, so he cast the first spell that came to mind. "This time it will work-it has to..." Harry pointed his wand at Lord Voldermort's chest and yelled "CRUCIO!" Even though Voldermort was on the ground, Harry could already feel himself loosing power...he was too weak.
Voldermort picked up his wand and quickly got to his feet. "You are just like your father, he too was foolish" Voldermort sneered, and held his wand at Harry's heart "He was crying in the end, you know, crying for me to spare his life, spare his life and took yours and your mud-blood mother's as well." "YOU LIE!" Harry yelled, though his throat burned with every word he said. "Do I, Potter? Deep down, you know it to be true. Your father was a coward, whose ego caused his death. Voldermort cackled as Harry grabbed his scar. "Don't worry, Potter. The pain will be gone soon enough. But enough talk. I've waited seventeen long years for this moment...time to follow in your father's footsteps, Harry." Voldermort raised his wand to Harry's chest, and started to mutter the curse that would end his life.
Harry stood still, frozen in place. There was no use in trying to block it, he knew it was impossible. He couldn't run, it was his destiny to face Voldermort. He just stood completely still, waiting for death.
Just as Voldermort completed the unforgivable curse, a tall, red-haired boy jumped in front of Harry. Harry stood, wide eyed, in Ron's shadow as he was engulfed in the bright green light, feeling powerless and alone.