Chidori: A Thousand Chirping Birds
Prologue: Victory, Death, and Reward
A/N: Yay! Boredom ruled my mind and I read a few stories where Harry was Kakashi so I thought, hey! Why not? Let's try only with a special twist. -Cheshire Grin- Anyways, you know the usual, I do NOT own Naruto or Harry Potter. If I did, Ron and Harry would have not been friends and so much stuff would have been as it would have been with a severely negleted and underweight child suddenly being thrust into a place where everyone knew him and could turn that backs on him at any moment. If I did, Naruto would have been more jaded and it would focus on Itachi. ^-^ OK... I believe that I have ranted enough.
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Key:
'This is a thought'
"This is a Summon or God or Demon talking."
"This is a normal human."
This is a Jutsu or Spell
"This is Japanese in an English environment." "This is English in a Japanese environment."
~~This is Parselftongue or some other none human-tongue language~~
Pain.
That is all he had known for quite some time. Even sitting still brought no comfort to his bruised and broken body. He never slept. He couldn't. They wouldn't let him. He had long since forgotten what it meant to feel rested and refreshed in a night's sleep without interruption by humanity or nightmares. He had no respite. Not even in the form of death. They always made sure he got the minimal treatment to at least keep him alive for their entertainment. Yet, today… Today he had a feeling this was it. October 31st… Halloween… The night his parents were killed and his descent into the hell he now resided in. Yes… He knew what date it was. His tormentors enjoyed letting him know because of the progress that his supposed 'eventual' rescuers were making, which was none at all.
He let out a dry chuckle. His throat long since ruined by his screaming. He may have screamed, but he never begged THEM to end it or to stop. He may have often cried to the gods like when he was young and his uncle had gone too far in those silent moments in between.
He shook his head, trying to clear it as his thoughts scattered and followed one thought after another in disjointed tangents. With a sigh, he leaned up against the cold stone blood spattered wall to gaze up through the window on the other side of the bars in his cell. The full moon, cold and uncaring, peered through the small square, high above where he couldn't reach it even if he could escape the rune covered bars. They hadn't sealed his magic nor chained him to the wall but who needed to with his wand snapped before his very eyes when he was first thrown in here.
His now long hair fell, covering his eyes as he bowed his head, one knee pulled up while the other was stretched out and one arm resting on his leg, the other, his wand arm, ripped off by that bitch Bellatrix a week ago. To his great morbid enjoyment, she suffered at the hands her beloved 'Dark Lord' for it. The robe he was given to at least cover him was in tatters and had faded to gray with dark stains covering it.
He didn't even move as he heard the door creak open, too lost in his thoughts. However, he did look up when he heard a voice begin to speak to him. He peered up at the man, if you could call him that, framed in the doorway through his long bangs.
"Harry, Harry, Harry." The man said, stepping fully into the room as the door slammed shut on its own behind him. "How pitiful the Boy-Who-Lived is now." He said, doing his best to antagonize his worst enemy, however, Harry had stopped caring a while ago. "Do you know what tonight is?" The creature continued, not caring if his prisoner spoke. "Tonight is the night that you shall meet your parents at last or at least… That's what I would like to say, but it is actually the night the Wizarding World begins to fall to me. Hogwarts will be torn down and built anew as my new Headquarters. The Mudbloods and blood-traitors within shall all die along with the Order of the Phoenix." He sneered. "Just like how I killed your stupid Mudblood mother and traitorous brash Gryffindor father. Begging for mercy and fighting a losing battle."
He twitched as Voldemort, the thing once known as the charming and handsome Tome Marvolo Riddle, went on to describe morbid details of how each of his friends would die or become slaves to his and his followers power. But somehow, instead of the rage he normally felt, calm filled him and his thoughts were clear. Tonight… This man would fall into the depths of hell as he himself faded away, released at last.
'Neither can live while the other survives…'
The words of the Prophecy that started it all echoed in his mind, reaching out to his very soul.
'Very well…' He thought, his goal, fate, and destiny out in the open for him to see at last. 'If that is how it is meant to be… Then that is how it shall be…'
With those thoughts, he threw his head back and laughed, startling Voldemort out of his typical 'I-Win-and-You-Lose' villain speech.
As the laugh trailed off, not even echoing in the barren room around them, he lowered his head to gaze with darkly amused Avada Kedavra green eyes to the one who had been connected to him since a Halloween night not too unlike this one.
"You truly think that you will win?" He began, a hollow chuckle escaping his dry cracked lips. "You truly believe…" He continued as magic that had kept away from him so long filled his body, flowing, moving, crackling… "That you will leave this room tonight…?" He finished as blue lightening-like magic made its self visible on his remaining arm and the chirping of thousands of birds filled the air.
Voldemort's eyes widened in terror, pulling his wand from his sleeves, a spell on his lips, but it was too late as Harry thrust himself from his position on the ground, moving with speed he had never had before and ramming his hand straight through Voldemort's chest, his black heart clutched in his hand, still beating due to the lightening encasing his hand.
Yet, as the lightening faded away, Voldemort could hear the beats of his heart slowing…
Bu-bump…
Bu-bump…
Bu-Bump…
Bu-Bump…
And finally, stopping as his body began to crumble away and his vision went black…
Harry crushed the heart in his hand and pulled it back through Voldemort's chest, allowing him to fall to his knees and turn completely to ashes.
Then, at last, he smiled and his eyes slid shut, his body slowly falling into a swirling vortex of shadows as a voice filled his last moments of life;
"Thank you my Chosen One… Come away from this place to your well-deserved Reward…"
A/N Sooooo... What'd you think? Remember, I am a human being just like you and thus very sensitive. However, flames will be passed on to my evil twin to pick apart quite cruelly and then posted on the next chapter with the name of said person for all to see along with my reply. ^-^ All other reviews and constructive critisism are welcome. ^-^ Please read, fav/alert, and review. ^-^