Sometimes Prophecies are Wrong: Part 1
Voldemort Glared out the window, he had found out that one of the few remaining horcruxes had been destroyed by the insufferable Potter, and was in a foul mood.
A commotion outside of his door made him get up and draw the elder wand, he started edging cautiously towards the door when it was blown off his hinges. Immediately, Voldemort got ready to attack,
"Who are you? Do you know who you are disturbing?" said an angered Voldemort in a silky voice.
"My name is not important, but do know who you are the great Lord Voldemort" the mockery in his tone was clear.
While Voldemort would have killed anyone else for speaking to him in that way, he restrained himself. This newcomer felt…odd, very dangerous. Instead he inspected the man. He wore a red overcoat, a black suit, a red bow tie, leather boots and a large red fedora. His eyes were obscured by orange tinted glasses. He looked like a Victorian gentleman, and even by wizard standards, he was odd. Despite this somewhat silly appearance, Voldemort was cautious, this man had subdued, probably killed the Death Eaters guarding the hideout.
"What do you want?" he asked
"I know of your plan to attack a certain wizarding school, and I wish to aid you" replied the man in red
Voldemort blinked, how did he know? "And what makes you so certain that I would accept you?"
The man didn't seem at all unnerved by the menace in the Dark Lord's Voice, "because you haven't attempted to kill me yet. You also know that I would be of great use to you in battle, after all, I managed to get past your guards."
The man had a point. "What do you expect to gain by aiding me?" questioned Voldemort
"The school has several magical barriers, and as strong as I am, I am not able to pass unless I am…led." The man seemed dissatisfied with having to be led anywhere, "Also, I wish to have the castle when you are finished."
"You wish to be the headmaster?"
"You could put it that way, yes"
Voldemort was still not convinced, but decided to go along with it, he could be helpful. Of course he had absolutely no intention of giving up Hogwarts, instead he would just have the red man killed after he was no longer useful.
"Ok, I accept" he answered with a faint snake smile on his face.
The day of the attack: The Forbidden Forest
"He is dead!" Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.
The Death Eaters around him started to cheer and shoot spells into the air. Voldemort allowed himself a brief moment of satisfaction, he had done it! He had finally managed to rid himself of the accursed Potter.
"You see?" screeched Voldemort "Harry Potter is dead by my hand, and no man alive can threaten me now! Watch! Crucio!"
Voldemort enjoyed himself as he threw Potter's body around.
"Now, we got to the castle, and show them what has become of their hero. Who shall drag the body? No—Wait—"
Voldemort pointed to Hagrid, "You carry him, He will be nice and visible in your arms will he not? Pick up your little friend Hagrid, and the glasses—put on the glasses—he must be recognizable—"
They now headed for the castle.
Now at the edge of the Forbidden forest, Voldemort commanded them to stop, and many anguished cries could be heard over the fallen Potter. Yet they still defied him. Why?
The Longbottom child was the only one to actually attack him, and was easily fended off,
"You show spirit and bravery, and you come of noble stock. You will make a very valuable death eater. We need your kind, Neville Longbottom
"I'll join you when hell freezes over! Dumbeldores Army!"
once again the crowd broke Voldemort's silencing charm, and once again Voldemort forced himself to restrain his anger.
"Very well, on your head, so be it"
He summoned the sorting hat and placed it on Longbottom's head, where it burst into flames. As Longbottom screamed a commotion could be heard, and Centaurs came galloping out of the forest, shooting death eaters with arrows. In that moment of distraction, Voldemort's body bind weakened, and Neville broke free. Ripping the burning hat from his head, he reached into his robes and drew a familiar sword. The sword of Gryffindor.
For Voldemort time seemed to pass very slowly, he saw the blade come up, then brought down, yet he was unable to do anything about it. He watched as the sword cleaved his precious Nagini and his horcruxes, head off.
"NO!" The angry cry burst from his lips even as his eyes saw that it was too late. Now only the diadem remained. In the heat of battle, no one realized that Potter had disappeared, and even as he was about to rush at the Longbottom child, Voldemort heard something very odd behind him…