Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related materials are property of J.K. Rowling
Summary: Harry obtains the Necronomicon, and uses it to empower himself and ultimately defeat Voldemort, story is Dark!Harry and as far as ships, will be Harry/Luna.
Author Note:
This is my first fanfic, and really my first foray into any kind of extensive writing, so while you my feel free, in fact I encourage you, to rip me apart with your reviews, try and keep the flames to a minimum.
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Harry Potter, depending on who you where, this name could being to mind many different things. To some, he was the savior of the Wizarding world, an untouchable, almost mythical figure, shrouded in rumors and fantastic stories. To others, he was a close friend, a fiercely loyal companion, and almost frighteningly self sacrificing. To others still, he was truly hated enemy, a target of brutal attack after brutal attack, a thorn in the side of a most evil entity.
But to Death, he was none of these, he was simply another mortal, perilously close to ending his own existence. Unfortunately, Fate had other plans, and had set Death the task of ensuring that young Mr. Potter lived to fulfill his part of the prophecy.
Now, despite a slightly sadistic sense of humor, Death isn't truly evil, he really didnt wish to cause any undue trouble for Harry, in fact, in a way he even wished to help him. Unfortunately, he also didn't have any problem with doing whatever he could to harass Fate for meddling in his affairs, and so he set about preparing a gift for young Harry, a gift that would impart the tiniest fraction of his power to the young wizard. This gift would spell the doom of many plans concerning the boy, it would effect every facet of his life, but also assure he emerged victorious.
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Harry Potter lie fully clothed on his unmade bed in the smallest bedroom of number four Private Drive, he was still, as he had been for the past half hour. He wasn't asleep, exhausted yes, but the last few days his nightmares had become so intense that even in this state he couldn't bare to think about going to sleep. So Harry had no other choice but to brood, he thought about everything that had happened to him as a result of Voldemort, he thought about the loss of his godfather, the loss of his parents. Every time he had gathered the strength to get up and move around, to do anything, the hopelessness of his situation had come crashing down on him, forcing him into another depression fueled brooding session .
If things didn't change soon, Harry Potter was not going be among the living much longer...
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Death contemplated a book floating before him in the void, this book, one of the more harmless in his collection, held knowledge that had been lost to the wizarding world for thousands of years. The Egyptian 'Book of the Dead' had been the last incarnation of this particular tome to reside on Earth, the only remnant still in exitance manifested as the killing curse. The book itself was actually rather plain looking, simply a thick, leather bound book, with a single word embossed on the front in black lettering... Yes, Death decided, the Necronomicon would serve Harry well.
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Author's Note: I know this first bit is really short, but i don't want to risk getting burnt out, or losing interest in this, besides, I want to know if anyone even wants this to continue.