Summary: Voldemort's not defeated but the Battle of Hogwarts had happened. Somehow, he had survived the Avada Kadavra. The two parties had fled, one side weakened, the other side stronger and more ruthless than ever. Hades gets pissed at the amount of backlogged paperwork, and gets the other gods to help him with this. They send demigods into England, four joining the Order of the Phoenix.
Chapter 1: Annoying Hades will give you Hades.
The lights dimmed and the dust settled.
Wizards and witches recoiled in shock as Voldemort got up slowly from the ground, the slits of his eyes narrowed dangerously at Harry Potter. It wasn't possible-he shouldn't have survived the killing curse. But impossibilities happened; Voldemort did manage to make himself immortal for the past few decades already.
He dusted his tattered robes slowly, and frowned as he rubbed the spot that his rebounded spell had hit. "Potter," Voldemort hissed. "You foolish, foolish boy. Did you actually think that you could've defeated me? Did you truly think that I was a fool to not realize that you were destroying my Horcruxes? I'll admit, I had not known that you were one. But no matter, we would end this now."
Harry stared at Voldemort, bewildered. He couldn't believe that Voldemort was still standing there, alive. He was sure he had destroyed all the Horcruxes, even if one of them was himself. Even if he hadn't, the last time the killing spell had rebounded Voldemort had been so greatly weakened that he couldn't exist as something finite and solid.
Before he knew what he was saying, he screamed, "Retreat! Get out of here!"
It wasn't the most Gryffindor act he ever did, but at times like this, he had to turn to his Slytherin side and trust his self-preservation instincts. And his instincts told him to flee, lest fall by the hand of a vengeful and murderous psychopath.
No one needed more encouragement. Chaos erupted as people began to scream, grab those that they knew and apparated with loud cracks and disappeared from the ruins of the Great Hall.
The Death Eaters stayed-with the exception of the Malfoy's; Narcissa Malfoy having lied to their Dark Lord just a moment ago.
Even he, the Chosen One, had to flee. He couldn't stay-it was suicide. Voldemort wouldn't, couldn't die. Something was wrong, and he knew it. He didn't know what made Voldemort immune to the killing curse, but he wasn't going to stay and wait to see if he had the same immunity as well. He didn't exactly remember being blessed with immortality in his entire life before, even if he did survive two killing curses.
But he doubted he'd be so lucky to have his mother's protection, or a fragment of Voldemort's soul embedded inside him. Oh the irony of it-Voldemort had saved him from Voldemort-just plain nasty business.
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"HECATE!" Hades roared, jumping to his feet as he threw a stack of papers to the side. "WOULD YOU LIKE TO EXPLAIN THIS?"
Hecate appeared in a swirl of colored light and shadows, her usually white face paler than ever. "You called, Lord Hades?"
"YES! WOULD YOU TELL ME WHO IN THE WORLD TOM MARVOLLO RIDDLE IS? HE'S GOT TONNES OF PAPERWORK! BY TONNES, I DO MEAN TONNES," Hades continued yelling. When he stopped, he breathed heavily as he glared at Hecate, fury burning in the dark pits of his eyes.
In the throne next to Hades', Persephone twirled a flower in her hand nervously.
Hecate squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as she breathed. "I'm sorry, Lord Hades. It seems as if one of the descendants of my… failed products… had created something to split his soul such that he wouldn't die immediately. He had then revived himself and continued his mass murders… whichever."
"That much I do know. But how did he manage to survive? He should've been greatly weakened," Hades growled.
"I'm already having Exitara look into it. She'll succeed in finding out the reason soon enough. I suspect that he… was too flawed a container of magic to die of magical means. I believe he would die quickly enough if Celestial Bronze pierced him though," Hecate bowed, her voice quivering slightly.
"Explain," Hades returned to his throne and sat down. Persephone sighed in relief.
"You remember that I've always been experimenting with humans to contain magical essences, do you? Yes, you do. In Europe, I've messed with them the most-their Dark Ages was an especially good time to kidnap young children and test their magical capacities. Unlike my children, these humans were simply containers of magic, they need something else to utilize that power. Wands come in handy. But you also remember that my children use different magic from those containers.
"Anyway, those that were good containers survived, and continued the wizarding lines. However, even those good containers had flaws, and I had to keep creating more, in hopes of finding a perfect companion for myself, living in the Underworld does get lonely at times, you know," Hecate remarked dryly.
"It has its perks," Persephone retorted, speaking for the first time since Hecate's arrival.
"It does, I can hide down here," Hecate agreed. "But never mind that, those flawed containers still contained a good amount of magic to do things normal mortals can't, they came to be known as witches and wizards. And you know, I did succeed in the end, I've got Exitara. She's the only perfect container, the one who lives with me forever. She's a perfect magic being. The others are still…humans that contain magic."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Then those wizards came up with the idea of splitting their souls-nasty business that is," Hades made a sound of agreement to that. "Horcruxes, they called it. They couldn't die unless all the fragments of their soul had been destroyed-more precisely, cast into the Underworld properly. I expect you've seen a few pieces of Riddle's soul in the Underworld as of late?"
"Obviously. Those fragments infuriate the Judges. They've collected them and caged them outside the Judgment Pavilion, but fragments can't exactly be judged if the main part of the animus is still stuck elsewhere," Hades grumbled. "Even that Shakespeare was astounded by the imaginations of your little creations."
"That's hardly relevant though," Hecate resumed once more. "The point is, Voldemort can still die, even if he had split his soul once more. No one knows how his soul can still be broken up, but that damaged the magic in him greatly. A perk for him is that magic can't kill him since he's supposed have ceased to exist after his soul broke up to such an extent. I don't think there's a downside for him, other than the fact you'll have him suffer horribly in death."
"True, that. Your… explanation sounds reasonable and truthful enough," Hades sighed wearily before his eyes flashed with sudden anger. "Riddle must pay for getting so much paperwork into my hands. That little flaw must be fixed. And you're going to be in charge of finding a solution."
"Me?" Hecate squeaked.
"Yes, you," Hades snapped. "Exitara can help you." Hades clapped his hands and a youthful looking girl appeared, in a manner not unlike Hecate's. She looked all too young to have white hair. Her eyes were the strangest shade of purple, somewhat like her lady's.
"Lord Hades," she bowed deeply. "What can the humble Exitara do for you?"
Hades and Persephone both rolled their eyes. "We know you're cocky as hell. You probably know what my husband has just ordered your mistress to do. I've heard you have this list of tasks Hecate and you must do together in your head," Persephone nodded at Exitara.
Exitara tilted her head to the side, "I do know. But I can't really skip the formalities with the King and Queen of the Underworld. I might be immortal even though I believe my animus to be in the Isles of Blest, but I don't appreciate being yelled at by Hades. As for the solution, you could ask the other gods for help."
"Explain," Hades frowned. "But the gods aren't supposed to meddle in mortal affairs."
"Neither am I," Exitara snapped. "But I could act as a messenger, as I have for many years, unless your memory doesn't serve you all that well anymore. I could tell the gods that some insolent descendant of Hecate's experiments had defied Ancient Laws. Then send demigods to settle it. Your own son might need to play a part in this. He'll be good at the job."
"Nico? You would send Nico?" Hades snarled.
"Oh, so protective," Exitara dismissed Hades easily. "Lady Hecate can simply give the demigods wands so that they could protect themselves, and pass off as ordinary witch and wizards. Then they can join those witch and wizards in trying to kill that imprudent man. I've even consulted an Oracle about this."
The eyes of the three gods narrowed at her, before Hecate finally spoke. "You've thought a lot about this, haven't you."
"Of course I had. I don't want another immortal container, I'd rather be the only one," Exitara sniffed in disdain. "And I'm perfect, don't forget that. I'll tell the gods about my idea now, if you wish. Lord Hades, you'll let that idiotic, pathetic, sorry excuse of a container remember what happens when one annoys you, won't you?"
Hades nodded grimly as his eyes flashed angrily once more. "I'll make that man sorry that Merope Gaunt ever gave birth to him. He'll understand the true wrath of Hades."
Exitara cackled, "Oh, you so will. Give him Hades, my dear Lord Hades. I see you've been studying his papers carefully though to know who his mother is. I'll go inform the gods about your little problem right now." She vanished in a similar swirl of light and shadows, leaving Hades' hand hanging in the air, which had been ready to blast a curse at her.
"Exitara 432, Hades 431," Persephone muttered.
"Oh please, can't you give your husband a few more points?" Hades exclaimed in exasperation.
Persephone smiled wryly, "No. My dear husband, I believe that you're losing your touch with that girl. She's beat you once more."
"I'll get her," Hades grumbled mutinously.
"I have no doubt that you will. Just remember, no cheating," Persephone and Hecate said that at the same time, repeating the same line for the 400th time. Hades had cheated in round 463.
A/N: Hello everyone, this is CanusFalcon-writing for the first time on Fanfiction. I've written K-pop fanfics… but they don't really count here. It's too fluffy over there. I've taken the liberty of making this sorta AU so Voldemort doesn't die immediately. And since my fav. HP character is Draco Malfoy, he needs some sort of redemption.
Thanks for reading the first chapter, (I don't update too regularly, I've got a lot of schoolwork) Do review if you want to-I know I'd appreciate that very much.
