The Living Dead
Summary: Harry Potter has finally defeated Voldemort, but at a terrible price. Both he and his arch-enemy died at the final battle.or so the wizarding world thought. Seventeen years later, Harry mysteriously comes back to life, along with the Dark Lord. Something's wrong with Ron, who has become the Minister of Magic, threatened to close Hogwarts, and even suggested siding with Voldemort. Harry discovers that there was more to the prophecy than Dumbledore told him. And above all, there is a mysterious hooded professor teaching Defense class, who has lasted longer than all the rest.
Disclaimer: Muahahahahaha! My evil, cunning, and college educated plan to dupe the world into thinking that I am the author of HP is nearly complete! But, sadly, I still have a few bugs to work out.
Prologue
Somewhere, in the depths of the Department of Mysteries...
"Well, well, well, so nice to see you, Harry Potter!" taunted the most feared dark wizard of all time.
Lord Voldemort.
"Voldemort," returned Harry, hating Voldemort for all he was worth. He struggled against his bindings fruitlessly before turning back to glare at his enemy.
"M-master," stuttered a bowing Death Eater. Voldemort turned to glare at him.
"What is it, you filthy little worm?" he hissed between gritted teeth, daring someone else to interrupt his taunting of his favorite enemy.
"M-my Lord, the O-order is on its w-way." Wormtail bowed again and stumbled away.
"Excellent," remarked Voldemort. Then, turning back to Harry, he said, "Now, why don't you be a good little boy and show me how to open the door." He indicated to the locked door to their left, the one that held Harry's power.
"Over my dead body," snarled Harry. Voldemort lowered his head so close to Harry's that Harry could feel his warm, stinking breath on his face.
"I'll ask you nicely once more," whispered Voldemort, "Open the door."
Harry's head felt like it had split wide open. There was a pain in his scar...a pain like one he had never felt before. It was as if it was trying to warn him of something. Open the door or it will happen. It will happen, happen, happen....
"Never!" Harry exclaimed. To his surprise, Voldemort laughed his high, cruel laugh.
"You have no idea how very much like your father you are. Equal in pride and stupidity," he taunted, "Maybe this will teach you a lesson...Crucio!"
The pain that had moments before been confined to his head had now spread to engulf his entire body. It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to keep from screaming out in pain. The pain went on and on, like it would never stop. Just as Harry felt that he was going to go mad, it halted.
He looked up at Voldemort, who was standing rigid, never batting an eyelash, his wide eyes staring straight ahead. Harry felt the bonds around him loosen, and he too stood up (against his will) and stared straight at Voldemort. Half of Harry wanted to bolt out of the room screaming, but the other half kept saying: Stay still. Focus on the door. Focus on Voldemort. Hate Voldemort and focus...
Suddenly, though Harry couldn't turn his head to see it, the locked door sprang open, and they were swallowed by a whirling silver vortex. Both he and Voldemort were swept off their feet and brought level to each other tens of feet above the floor. It seemed like forever that they stayed up there, staring at each other, unable to move even if they wanted to. There was a brilliant flash of golden light, and both of the wizard's lifeless bodies fell to the floor.
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Thanks all in advance for reading my fic! Now, then, there is one thing I require all visitors to this fic to complete. See that little box that says "submit review" at the bottom. That means that you're supposed to push the "go" button and type a reaction!!! Failure to do so will result in 1) 10 lashings with a wet noodle, 2) the subject being hung by their greasy eyeballs, and 3) no more future chapters!!! (Sorry, but the most reviews I've ever gotten was 2, and that's sad.) LOL, j/k. Seriously, though, please review. Flames welcome!!! I'll try to update as often as possible, but I am kind of busy. Thanks again!
~*~Ze Czech~*~
Summary: Harry Potter has finally defeated Voldemort, but at a terrible price. Both he and his arch-enemy died at the final battle.or so the wizarding world thought. Seventeen years later, Harry mysteriously comes back to life, along with the Dark Lord. Something's wrong with Ron, who has become the Minister of Magic, threatened to close Hogwarts, and even suggested siding with Voldemort. Harry discovers that there was more to the prophecy than Dumbledore told him. And above all, there is a mysterious hooded professor teaching Defense class, who has lasted longer than all the rest.
Disclaimer: Muahahahahaha! My evil, cunning, and college educated plan to dupe the world into thinking that I am the author of HP is nearly complete! But, sadly, I still have a few bugs to work out.
Prologue
Somewhere, in the depths of the Department of Mysteries...
"Well, well, well, so nice to see you, Harry Potter!" taunted the most feared dark wizard of all time.
Lord Voldemort.
"Voldemort," returned Harry, hating Voldemort for all he was worth. He struggled against his bindings fruitlessly before turning back to glare at his enemy.
"M-master," stuttered a bowing Death Eater. Voldemort turned to glare at him.
"What is it, you filthy little worm?" he hissed between gritted teeth, daring someone else to interrupt his taunting of his favorite enemy.
"M-my Lord, the O-order is on its w-way." Wormtail bowed again and stumbled away.
"Excellent," remarked Voldemort. Then, turning back to Harry, he said, "Now, why don't you be a good little boy and show me how to open the door." He indicated to the locked door to their left, the one that held Harry's power.
"Over my dead body," snarled Harry. Voldemort lowered his head so close to Harry's that Harry could feel his warm, stinking breath on his face.
"I'll ask you nicely once more," whispered Voldemort, "Open the door."
Harry's head felt like it had split wide open. There was a pain in his scar...a pain like one he had never felt before. It was as if it was trying to warn him of something. Open the door or it will happen. It will happen, happen, happen....
"Never!" Harry exclaimed. To his surprise, Voldemort laughed his high, cruel laugh.
"You have no idea how very much like your father you are. Equal in pride and stupidity," he taunted, "Maybe this will teach you a lesson...Crucio!"
The pain that had moments before been confined to his head had now spread to engulf his entire body. It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to keep from screaming out in pain. The pain went on and on, like it would never stop. Just as Harry felt that he was going to go mad, it halted.
He looked up at Voldemort, who was standing rigid, never batting an eyelash, his wide eyes staring straight ahead. Harry felt the bonds around him loosen, and he too stood up (against his will) and stared straight at Voldemort. Half of Harry wanted to bolt out of the room screaming, but the other half kept saying: Stay still. Focus on the door. Focus on Voldemort. Hate Voldemort and focus...
Suddenly, though Harry couldn't turn his head to see it, the locked door sprang open, and they were swallowed by a whirling silver vortex. Both he and Voldemort were swept off their feet and brought level to each other tens of feet above the floor. It seemed like forever that they stayed up there, staring at each other, unable to move even if they wanted to. There was a brilliant flash of golden light, and both of the wizard's lifeless bodies fell to the floor.
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Thanks all in advance for reading my fic! Now, then, there is one thing I require all visitors to this fic to complete. See that little box that says "submit review" at the bottom. That means that you're supposed to push the "go" button and type a reaction!!! Failure to do so will result in 1) 10 lashings with a wet noodle, 2) the subject being hung by their greasy eyeballs, and 3) no more future chapters!!! (Sorry, but the most reviews I've ever gotten was 2, and that's sad.) LOL, j/k. Seriously, though, please review. Flames welcome!!! I'll try to update as often as possible, but I am kind of busy. Thanks again!
~*~Ze Czech~*~