Phantom Hope
Hey This is my new story, To tide people over until Dark Angel is updated, and hopefully to let more readers enjoy a great story. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my brain even the computer I typed this with isn't mine.
Voldemort smirked, he had been right, the link he shared with the boy had led him straight to the boy's home, now the problem that had stopped him 14 years ago would end.
15 year old Harry Potter knew that something was wrong when his head felt like someone had beaten it fiercely, and while the Dursley's were bad they were not quite THAT bad, so only one explanation remained: Voldemort.
Harry ran down the steps with his wand clutched in his hand seeing Voldemort there smirking at him reminded him of Cedric and of the fact that it was his fault Cedric was dead. Only a month after the scene at the graveyard it was all going to end here.
He looked at Voldemort. "So it all ends here." The Dark Lord said coolly.
Harry nodded and noticed that Voldemort did not hold his own wand but that of Wormtail, the loathsome creature that had betrayed his parents and had apparently come to see the end of the Potter line himself.
"As you know our wands will not work on one another due to the Priori Incantatum. I have decided that Wormtail, who so faithfully allowed my return should have the honor of your death from his wand." Voldemort explained before shooting a quick stunner at Harry.
Harry felt like a fool, the final battle had come but he had been hit by the first curse sent at him, he was an idiot. He fleetingly thought of Snape and how every insult about his incompetence had been right.
He looked up, and even though he knew he had no chance at fighting back, he struggled to his feet. He was not going to die kneeling he would stand on his own two legs and face death.
"How noble" Voldemort said malice shining in his eyes, "most beg for mercy by this time."
"I see no point begging for something I know doesn't exist" Harry said evenly, waiting for the inevitable.
"Nonsense in fact I am feeling very merciful, if you join me you needn't die."
Harry was so disgusted by the offer that he spat viciously in parseltongue, "To be in the sssservice of the sssslime of the earth would ssserve to place me lower than that of the murderersss you foolissshly call followersss"
"I see mercy is wasted on the righteous, AVADA KEDAVA!" the last words spun out in a searing green light that brought Harry to his knees but miraculously had not killed him.
Harry looked up again still wreathed in the green light spoke "You speak as if you think it will be easy to rid yourself of me Voldemort but remember this if I die another will stand for all those who have died, your followers aren't the only ones willing to die for a cause."
Ignoring these words Voldemort spoke " I grow tired of this game Potter this time I make sure that not even your ashes remain."
Voldemort strode out the door of the house pushing Wormtail back inside when he tried to follow. "You little fool did you really think I'd brought you with me to honor you? I brought you so I could be rid of you. Weakling you serve as much of a purpose to me as Potter does, but since you did help me return I'll leave you your wand, it won't let you escape before the flames I'm going to cast devour you but you can use it to save the pain of burning to death."
With that he set fire to the house, Wormtail turned to Harry, a look of pure madness in his eyes. "You. You caused this, I'm going to die here but you won't I'm going to bind your soul to this earth and force you to wander the earth never knowing the sweet oblivion of death. Humos Rues phasma phasmatis Numquam Liberitas!"
Using the last of his strength Wormtail cast the spell that tied Harry's soul to the earth and as the flames engulfed the two Wormtail died thinking he had sentenced Harry to a life time of ensnarment, while in reality he had in, trying to damn him, become his saviour. For while Harry's body was incinerated his soul remained untouched and very much alive.
Later the same day:
"My God." Professor Minerva McGonnagol gasped at the wreckage before her.
Albus merely shook his head sadly and nodded to Severus Snape.
Snape, the hated potions master and spy for the order had once again been too late to saveanyone with the information he gained through spying. While he never showed his emotions to anyone except Albus all present at the sight of the attack knew that every death that he had been forced to witness weighed on his soul. This one he had not been witness to, but still the guilt was there beneath the cold mask of indifference.
The Order members scoured the sight of the attack but found no useful information other than the undeniable truth that Harry Potter was gone.
Snape stood on top of a pile of seared timbers when a flash of green caught his eyes; looking in the direction of the light he saw nothing. Shaking his head to clear it, he walked away; obviously his mind was so fatigued that it was playing tricks on him still, he had thought for just a second that he had seen Potter standing there, but that was impossible.
Harry was surprised, for the last three hours he had wandered among the order members hoping someone would see his ghostly form. Obviously someone hated him, as the person who hated him a bit less than Voldemort had looked straight at him. Harry could see that the only way he would ever return to his original form was in Professor Snape. He felt Doomed.
Short I know but it felt right to end it here it's pretty good I think. But what about you? Do you like it? Tell me in a review! Oh by the way the spell Wormtail used VERY roughly translated means "earth bound spirit never freed"
