Hey everyone. This is my first fic. I got the idea when reading another story. I'm telling you right now that I do not own any of the characters that come from the Harry Potter series and I only own the things that come purely from my imagination. My cousin and co-author, Lori, won't help with the story so I'm on my own.

Summary: Harry Potter is dead. The Wizarding World has lost its last hope of redemption from Voldemort's reign. Or has it? With unexpected help and renewed hope, a pheonix rises from the ashes. Contains SLASH!!!!BOY ON BOY!!! Snape/Harry

Other Pairings:...you'll find out...haha

LONI

Chapter 1: Meeting the Maker...sort of.

Summer. Usually a time when students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were happy to have thrust upon then. The students ,by this time, would have been playing on brooms in the fresh air and sunshine, or swimming in a cool lake. They would have no cares, or worries, despite the threat of war hanging in the air. They would be sleeping in late and going to bed at odd hours in the morning. Indeed, summertime was what a student looked forward to the most. However, this summer wasn't as cheerfull for all.

Young Harry Potter, wizard extraordinaire and all around good guy, was having a miserable summer. He continually locked himself in his room when he could, thinking of despairing thoughts. He had lost the only person who could have offered him a safe haven from the miserable Dursleys. Sirius Black was dead. He had killed Sirius Black.

Granted, it wasn't his wand that had fired the shot to send Sirius plummeting through the mysterious veil, but it had been his actions which led to the man's involvement in the battle at the Ministry of Magic. Atleast that idiot of a minister, Fudge, had stated Voldemort's full return this time. It would have been difficult to deny, seeing as how the man had seen the Dark Lord himself, with his own eyes. Now the wizarding world was in a state of constant fear, awareness, and all around caution.

Currently, the Boy-who-lived was pulling the ever stubborn weeds in his 'beloved' aunt's garden. The weeds had grown back every summer that Harry had begun to suspect his Aunt Petunia had encouraged their growth while he was away, just to spite him. It wouldn't be the first time she had done something to make him suffer.

Harry straightened himself from his leaned over position to wipe the constant sheet of sweat from his brow, creating a smudge of dirt over his ever present scar. He sighed as he looked to his left. He still had about half the garden to do before he could take a break. He set his face into determined features and attacked the weeds with gusto. He kept telling himself 'just a few more and then I can get a glass of water. just a few more...'

Before he had realized it, his task was completed. He blinked dazedly for a bit until he realized his aunt's garden was free from any weeds she so often complained about. Harry turned his sweaty and tanned face to stare at the mid-July sun. The offending sphere seemed to glare at him and Harry could have sworn the temperature has risen a few degrees. It seemed the sun had formed an alliance with his enemies, to be bearing down on him like this. He sighed as he got up from his knees and made his way into the house, being mindful to take off his dirty shoes, lest Aunt Petunia berate him for tracking dirt into her house. Harry closed his emerald eyes as a rush of cool air attacked his face the moment he walked into the house. When Harry opened his eyes after shutting the door, he came to a shocking surprise.

There, sitting at the dining table, with a pan of what looked to be freshly baked brownies, was his whale of a cousin, Dudley, and his bully in crime, Piers Polkins. They both had strange looks on their faces as they attacked a brownie each had in their hand. It was a shock that either one of them had baked the brownies. Harry wasn't even sure if Dudley knew how to cook, much less bake brownies. His cousin had been the bane of his existance, or atleast one of them, for as long as he could remember. After all, games of Harry-Hunting and 'Who can punch him the hardest' ceased to be funny after the first hundred times. Atleast to him anyways. They always seemed to amuse Dudley and Piers easily enough. Then again, with brains the size of walnuts, Harry supposed they were easily amused. Therefore, it caught Harry Potter completely off balance when his oversized cousin held out a brownie towards him. Harry, after a few moments of hesitation, took the brownie. He glanced at Piers then looked back to Dudley.

"What's this for?" Harry was sure there was a catch. He just wasn't sure what. Dudley looked up at him fully ,and Harry noted the slightly wild, watery blue eyes of his cousin.

"It's for you. Duuuu-uuuh" Dudley's statement sent both boys into fits of hysterical laughter and resulted in Piers taking another bite of his brownie and Dudley seeming to swallow his whole.

Harry looked at the brownie with a curious glance and turned suspicious eyes to his cousin. "Aren't you supposed to be on a diet?"

Dudley just waved him off and held up another brownie eye level. "These are magi..er..special brownies. These help me lose weight and are good. It's a win/win brownie."

"Uh huh. Riiight." Harry just walked over to the sink, filling a glass with cold water, before leaving the kitchen. He took the brownie with him because, let's face it, he wouldn't have gotten anything had Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon been around. He was thankful that his cousin had been nice enough to share the brownies. He shut the door to his bedroom and heard a soft hoot coming from the owl resting on his desk. Harry tore off a small piece of the brownie, giving it to Hedwig. He made sure it wasn't too much because he didn't know if chocolate was good for owls. He set his glass of water down on his bedside table and plopped down on his bed. He looked at the brownie for a full minute before taking a huge bite out of it. After decided that it was actually pretty good -Piers must have made them- , he ate the rest of the brownie quickly.

He never registered the weird after taste of the brownie, though. He took a sip of water, getting up so as not to spill the cold liquid all over himself. After taking a big gulp, he looked at the water. His eyes shot wide open when he saw little mermaids swimming around in his water. A hoot brought his attention to Hedwig, who was repeatedly turning her head in full circles, as if possesed. Harry immediately shot up out of his bed and walked to her. Her owlish face soon morphed into one of his Aunt Petunia's. When he heard the gleeful hoot coming from his strict aunt's mouth, he began laughing his head off. Opening the cage to let 'Aunt Hedwig' free, he watched her fly out the open window. Mouth hanging open, he stared at what he saw.

Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were floating...FLOATING...outside his window. Not only that, but Hermione was dressed in a bright clown suit with dancing bunnies hopping everwhere on it. Ron had on a pink shirt with a picture of an elephant with wings moving around and a grass skirt that couldn't make up its mind which color it wanted to be.

Almost simultaneously, Ron and Hermione held their hands out towards Harry. Harry, in turn, moved closer to his two best friends. Hermione gave him a most dazzling smile.

"C'mon Harry. We need to get going or we'll be late for Voldie's tea party."

Harry looked curiously at Hermione. His attention soon focused on Ron though.

"Yeah, mate. Don't let the spiders beat us there. If we lose, we have to do the Macarena again."

At this, Harry smiled and took his best friends' hands, and stepped out of his window. He never registered the horrified scream of his aunt and uncle, who had just returned home, or the horrified look on his neighbor, Mrs. Figg's, face. He only just realized a falling feeling before the whole world was lost to him, a second's pain in his neck before he couldn't feel anything anymore.

3 days later

The wizarding world was in a state of shock. Their only hope, their salvation from the Dark Lord Voldemort, was dead. Harry James Potter was dead. That was why, on such a miserably raining day, people were outside. Sobs racked the small bodies of Harry Potter's classmates as each came up to his glass casquet to pay their respects. Many a silent tear fell that day as witches and wizards alike mourned for their savior.

Many had gone hysterical as they read the news of Harry Potter's demise. Many cried themselves to sleep for a week. Some people had a hopeless look about their face. Some looked as if they would never laugh again. A few people were in complete denial. One man in particular locked himself into his dungeons, making potion after potion after potion, trying to forget the death of Harry Potter.

Someplace Unplottable

The Dark Lord was in an indescribably happy mood. He re-read the Daily Prophet that Wormtail had so graciously delivered to him.

The Death of the Boy-Who-Lived

by Rita Skeeter

The Wizarding World is in mourning today as the tragic news of our dearly beloved savior's death is made publically known.The short life of Harry James Potter was snuffed out yesterday afternoon as Mr. Potter plummeted to his death from his relatives' second story bedroom.His aunt and uncle had left to go grocery shopping around noon, leaving Mr. Potter and his cousin alone. When they pulled into the driveway, his aunt was shocked to see Mr. Potter standing on his windowsill, arms outstretched as if reaching for an invisible person. Mr. Potter took an extra step and fell out of the window, breaking his neck as he landed on the ground. Mediwitches found traces of a muggle drug - Acid- in his blood stream. They believed it to have caused hallucinations, causing Mr. Potter to unknowingly commit suicide. Sources aren't sure if this was Mr. Potter's first time on this drug, or if he was an avid user.

Mr. Potter's funeral will be held on July, 23rd at 3:00 pm at The Potter Family Cemetary in Godric's Hollow. All are invited to attend. Visitation for family and friends will be on July 22, from 9:00 am to 2:00 pm, and public visitation from 2:00pm to 8:00pm.

Voldemort let out a gleeful laugh that shook his entire body. He didn't have to kill the boy now. The idiot had offed himself! With a muggle drug no less. Now, nothing stood in his way of conquering the wizarding world.

Someplace Undefined

Emerald eyes slowly opened as the youth stirred awake. His shaggy black hair fell into his eyes, stinging as the hairs grazed over the sensitive spheres. The boy jerked fully awake at the sensation and began furiously rubbing his eyes. A soft melodic giggling caught his attention and he began looking around, his hair flying wildy as he did so, exposing his lightning scar. His eyes came to rest on a girl around his age, if not older, sitting on a throne seeming to be made of pure obsidian onyx.He stood up shakily and took in the girl's appearance.

She looked very relaxed and seemed to gaze at him with an amused expresion playing her elegant features. Her silver dress was simple in design with a corset-like top, belled sleeves that hung off the shoulders, and a flowing skirt that swallowed her legs and feet. Her straight, ebony black hair seemed to be tied in a relaxed braid with a silver ribbon entwined in it. He noticed her skin was a creamy shade of ivory, and her features were sharp yet elegant. However, what caught his attention were her eyes. Her red, joyful eyes. He was used to red eyes being cold and maniacal, not amused and shining with life.

After studying the girl, he looked about the room. There seemed to be no doors, or windows, yet light seemed to come from somewhere. The walls and floor were made of the same onyx as the throne it seemed. He turned to her with a questioning look on his face.

"Speak your questions Mr. Potter. I will answer the best I can," said the girl in a voice fulled with mischief. Taking her encouragement to heart, Harry spoke.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

The girl smirked, as if he had played right into her hands. For all he knew, he did.

"You, Harry James Potter, are in Hell," at this, Harry's eyes widened," and I am known by many names, one of them being Lucifer." Harry's head rolled to one side, and his body went limp, falling to the floor. He had fainted.

The girl, now known as Lucifer, laughed a bit.

"Well, he took it better than I thought he would."

End chapter

BTW, sorry if you feel offended by Lucifer and Hell, but I must tell you that this story is not a reflection of my beliefs. I am merely using the ideas as entertainment. Fair warning, there will be loads more stuff in later chapters that might also offend people, religiously. Well, you've read my first chapter. I would be very appreciative if you'd review also. Thank you.