A/N: Just a random story that I wrote out. I have a few other little fics that go along with this one though. A standard disclaimer does apply. Enjoy!

Compulsive Liar.

The Prologue:

"I have done it," Harry announced as he made his grand entrance into the Great Hall of Hogwarts. "I have killed Voldemort."

"I am right here, Potter," Lord Voldemort, himself, said.

Harry peered at the Evil Wizard holding the entire castle hostage by wand point. Various Death Eaters were spread throughout the Great Hall, their wands at the ready.

"Wow," Harry exclaimed, rocking back on his heels. "This is a great likeness."

"What?" Voldemort asked, losing his creepy smile.

"How did you do it?" Harry asked as he walked over to the Dark Wizard and started circling around him. "Is it a glamour? Polyjuice? Muggle makeup?"

"Neither of those things," Voldemort exclaimed, stepping away nervously from the Boy-Who-Lived.

"That really is Voldemort, mate," Ron shakily said, to frazzled by the Dark Lord to even notice his choice of words.

"Really?" Harry asked, tilting his head as he looked at Voldemort.

"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort cast, his wand lazily pointed at the middle of the Great Hall. Almost no one noticed as one of Voldemort's Death Eaters dropped dead from the misaimed spell.

"Oh," Harry said, pouting for just a second. He then began to pat himself down, rolling up his sleeves to check his arms.

"What now, Potter?" Voldemort asked, glaring at The Chosen One impatiently.

"I'm checking myself for hidden injuries," Harry absently answered.

"Why?" Voldemort asked, his voice almost curious.

"Isn't it obvious?" Harry almost yelped.

"No," Snape dryly muttered, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling.

Voldemort glared at Snape, this was his show, by gummit! "No, it is not," Voldemort said loudly, take that Snape!

"Well, when I killed Voldemort, he somehow managed to get back to that disembodied spirit state. Then he had his Bizarre Foods Experts kidnap me, and bring me back to the graveyard from the Third Task," Harry started to explain, while simultaneously taking off his shoes to check his feet.

"Then what happened?" Voldemort asked. He always loved a good story.

"Once at the graveyard, they must have mixed the bones of Voldemort's muggle father with Pettigrew's remaining hand, I hope he died of blood loss," Harry added in a dark tone. "And then they must have stolen some of my blood to complete the mixture and brought Voldemort back to life."

"Logical," Voldemort nodded, despite the fact that he should have known all of this already if it really had happened. He shot a distrusting look at the closest Death Eater, they had obviously acted without orders once again.

"They must have taken my blood from some hidden place." Harry started rolling up the legs of his pants to check if that's where they had hidden the injury.

"They could have healed you." Voldemort turned away from the Death Eater, who sighed in relief.

"You think so?" Harry tilted his head in consideration.

"Snape hates the sight of blood," Voldemort confided.

"And all of this happened so that Voldemort would be brought back to life once again." Harry sighed to himself as he rolled the legs of his pants back down. Killing some one just so that they could come back again in less than a day was tiring.

"So, I guess that means that I need to start planning out my third Reign of Terror." Voldemort also sighed, scratching his head with his wand, granting himself a full head of hair. It had come out as pure silver, which actually wasn't too bad for a Slytherin.

Unfortunately, Lucius Malfoy got jealous at such silver hair, he had only managed to get his hair to turn a pale blonde. Unnoticed, Malfoy turned his Lord's hair into a deep green color. Not quite Slytherin green, but it would do.

"I guess so," Harry answered Voldemort's question. He nodded his head along in thought with the Dark Lord.

"About how long do you think the Ministry will give me this time?" Voldemort asked, lips pursed in thought.

"Probably through to the end of summer," Harry estimated.

"Good, that will give me a few months to get my thoughts together and come up with another plan." Voldemort nodded decisively, he would come up with the best plan ever by the time the Ministry noticed he was back.

"Good luck," Harry cheerfully wished.

"All right, boys, it's time to go," Voldemort ordered. He wheeled around to face the doors and motioned for his Death Eaters to leave.

"I hate it when he calls us boys," Crabbe Senior muttered to Goyle Senior, who grunted in agreement.

"Let's go, let's go," Voldemort urged as he started to herd the Death Eaters out of the Great Hall.

"Bye, see you later." Harry waved as Voldemort and his Death Eaters left the castle. One of the Death Eaters dragged along the dead Death Eater, that had been killed by Voldemort, as he left the building.

Everyone in the Great Hall stayed motionless as the doors crashed shut behind the Death Eaters. Since they were so quiet, they could faintly hear Voldemort scolding the one Death Eater for slamming the door. The people in the Great Hall were still trying to figure out what had happened. One minute, Voldemort was about to kill them one by one until he had Harry, the next, Harry had convinced Voldemort that he had come back to life a second time. It was very confusing.

Harry was the only exception in the shock that had taken over the Great Hall. He calmly sat down at the Gryffindor table and served himself dinner. His socks and shoes were still on the other side of the Hall, ignored by the eating teen.

Ron was the first one to regain his voice. "What the Hell was that?"

"Harry, what was that?" Hermione regained her voice only a second later, not noticing that she was repeating Ron.

"Didn't you hear my explanation?" Harry looked up from his food. "I defeated Voldemort, Death Eaters kidnapped me, and brought Voldemort back to life."

"But, Harry, you've been in bed all day," Hermione exclaimed.

"I was?" Harry wrinkled his head in thought. He was pretty sure that he hadn't been, otherwise, how else would he have defeated Voldemort for the second time?

"Remember, you refused to get up because we had Potions class in the morning and went back to sleep?" Hermione tried to jog her friend's memory.

"Yeah, mate, we checked on you when we could, but you were asleep the whole time," Ron confirmed.

"Really?" Harry asked. He was so sure he'd remember blowing off Potions class.

"Yes." Hermione was firm, he had been in bed all day and there was no way that he would have been able to defeat a Dark Lord, let alone be an instrument in bringing him back to life.

"Huh." Harry blinked in confusion. "Are you sure it's not possible I killed Voldemort while you were in class, went back to bed when you checked on me, and then was kidnapped while you were in your next class?"

"We have spells on your bed from preventing that from happening again," Hermione informed him.

"I suppose I could have dreamed it." Harry shrugged before going back to eating. Whatever made Hermione happy made life easier.

"You convinced Voldemort that you had killed him and Death Eaters brought him back all based on a dream?" Hermione's voice wavered as she asked.

"I guess so." Harry shrugged. It really wasn't a big deal, Voldemort would believe anything at this point. Not having a physical brain for so long had really taken its toll on the Evil Lord.

Hermione thumped her head on to the table, just barely missing her plate.

"Wow, mate." Ron blinked, amazed at it all.

Harry leaned closer to his friend. "Between you and me, I think it did happen."

"How?" Ron asked.

"Apparition." Harry winked at his friend.

Hermione began to bang her head on the table. She wasn't going to try and explain again to Harry that Apparition in Hogwarts was impossible. It would be no use, Harry never seemed to get impossible things, no matter how many times she tried to explain.

Dumbledore finally got over his shock enough to stand up. "In light of Mister Potter's interesting save, classes shall be cancelled for the week, I think we all could use it."

Cheers erupted in the Great Hall as people slowly recovered from their shock and began to feel relief. The professors left the Great Hall, leaving to go get drunk while they processed what had happened. The students, left behind unsupervised, started partying even before the last professor had made it out of the room.

The parties lasted for the rest of the week before people had to get back to their daily lives. Another two days of classes were cancelled as people recovered, as there wasn't enough magical help for all of the students in the school. After that, life went on as normal.