Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, anything you recognise isn't mine, anything you do not, is :-)
A/N The first chapter of my rewrite, a drastic change from the beginning of the original story I tell you! Hopefully this will turn out better than it did originally, let me know your thoughts?
.:Text:. = Parseltongue
Itallics = Spells
From Shadow
Harry Potter, once known throughout the whole of Magical Britain as the boy who lived, sat alone in a large, empty room. If somebody had told him at the age of seventeen that this would be where he spent the vast majority of his current life, he would have laughed at them and had them sent to St Mungo's. For at this very moment, in the year 2015, he found himself seated at the head of the long table that once made up the section heads of the Order of the Phoenix; a Vigilante organisation set up by the late Albus Dumbledore during the Great Wizarding War of 1939-1945 to combat the threat of one Gellert Grindelwald. However, upon his defeat another dark wizard emerged eager to take his place as Dark Lord: A young man by the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Over the years, he fashioned himself a new identity and became the most feared dark wizard of the age, and so the Order was recreated in order to combat this new threat.
However, this wizard was not to be so easily defeated: Since his first uprising began in the 1970's, Voldemort, as Tom Riddle became known, killed hundreds if not thousands of wizards and muggles in his quest for power. Now, Harry was all that remained between Voldemort, and his total control over magical Britain. The rest of the Order had been killed off over the years by the Dark Lord and his servants the Death Eaters, until there was only a handful of the senior members left. And so, to protect the resistance, the Order's leadership banded together, and sought a new headquarters, and so they found one. A location so crazy, that nobody believed Voldemort would ever think to attack it: Azkaban.
They had no idea how wrong they were.
Five years after they first arrived at the isle, one of the leaders, a battle hardened Neville Longbottom, was captured by the Dark Lord's forces and tortured until he revealed the location and names of each Order leader. Once Voldemort heard, he summoned his forces to his new base of power at the ruined Ministry of Magic, and launched an all out assault on Azkaban Isle. Hundreds of witches and wizards were killed that day, decimating the Death Eater ranks, but also all but wiping out the last of the resistance against Voldemort. The only man not to be killed that day, was the then 30 year old Harry Potter, who was out on a mission in the United States, attempting to find international aid to combat the dark wizard. When he arrived back at the ex-prison, he was met with the sight of his friends and colleagues bodies in various states of damage; from blissfully unblemished, to ripped into almost indiscernible pieces, it was a bloodbath.
From that day on, Harry Potter delved further into the dark arts than any except perhaps Voldemort and Morgana herself, looking for a way in which to end the Dark Lord's existence once and for all. Three years into his research, he discovered what he had been searching for: how Voldemort had maintained his life force even after being defeated at the Battle of Hogwarts. His research told him of a ritual that would change the effects of a horcrux, meaning that upon being destroyed they are simply transferred into the original hosts body once more. Using this, one who created enough horcruxes to fracture their soul so much that the regular method for reabsorbing the portions became impossible, would be able to continue to exist as a wraith-like being after death not dissimilar to the form caused by the horcruxes themselves. The being would then be able to regenerate over time until finally developing a corporeal body of its own once more.
Armed with this knowledge, he set about devising methods to totally obliterate what was left of the Dark Lord's form, searching for well over a year before once more having a eureka moment; something so impossibly crazy, that nobody would ever be able to try it. But Harry Potter is no regular person, and he no longer had anything to lose. So he began to plan his final mission, bring down Voldemort at all costs, and take down as many Death Eaters as he can with him.
After surveying the main hall of Castle Azkaban one last time, he disappeared without a sound, leaving no evidence that anybody had ever stepped inside the main hall after the prison first fell.
Reappearing in the once grand village of Little Hangleton, he stood and once more considered his life and all of the pain he had gone through, before his face set and his stance hardened.
Raising his holly and phoenix feather wand towards the sky, he muttered an incantation that had been seldom heard since the fall of the Ministry: 'Morsmorde'
And with a burst of light, a large spectral face appeared in the sky, a snake appearing from out of it's mouth and slithering around the sky.
He began to countdown in his head:
10
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All at once, over a hundred pops and cracks could be heard as Death Eaters and Aurors alike apparated into the village to hunt for the one who dared to conjure their Lord's mark. Upon spotting the culprit, the lead Death Eater in the group called out.
'Harry Potter! The Minister of Magic has decreed that for crimes of High Treason, Murder, Theft, Terrorism and countless charges of other more minor crimes, you are to be executed on sight, do you have any last words?'
'Just two...' Harry called back 'Avada Kedavra!'
A green light left his wand and sailed towards the masked leader who simply summoned a lesser DE into it's path. 'Kill Him!' he cried.
At his words, it was as if somebody had flipped a switch and hundreds of curses of varying power and effect flew towards Harry. Instead of running or hiding as the small army had hoped, he simply raised his arms and created a golden magical shield that absorbed each and every curse thrown. The army looked on in shock as Harry dropped the shield and moved a stray strand of hair out of his face
'That the best you can do?!' With another wave of his wand, he summoned forth wave after wave of Fiendfyre and sent it towards the large group. After only just two minutes, all that remained was a handful of Voldemort's most trained fighters who had managed to work together to prevent their deaths. As they regained awareness of their location, Harry began to walk towards them, batting away the curses that they sent at him as if they were flies. As he reached each one in turn, he flicked his wand at them and they fell to the ground, their internal organs frozen in place.
Upon reaching the leader, he halted. Deciding to have a little fun, he allowed the man to climb to his feet and bowed. Seeing what Harry was doing, the Death Eater also bowed before adopting a traditional pureblood stance. They both stood staring for a moment, before the leader swung his wand forward and let out a bone breaker curse aimed at Harry's arm. Harry simply pivoted out of the way before returning fire with his own entrails expelling hex.
'So it would appear you've changed Potter, who would have thought Dumbledore's golden boy would resort to using dark magic!' goaded the leader, as he flicked his wand forwards 'Crucio!'
'War changes everything, even an idiot knows that, although I wouldn't have expected it to change you this much old friend' replied Harry as we waved his wand at the still masked Death Eater, hurtling him backwards whilst causing his wand to fly out of his hand.
Before the Death Eater had even landed, Harry was walking towards him, both wands in hand. As he reached the fallen leader, he snapped the captured wand in half and threw it to the floor. 'Don't want you trying anything tricky now do we' Harry muttered.
He reached down, and pulled off the leader's mask, throwing it to the ground
'Now then Mr Wood, your arm if you will?'
Oliver Wood simply sat there and glared at him, crossing his arms as he did so.
'Very well' Harry sighed 'Imperio!'
Harry watched as the curse took hold and Wood's eyes glazed over 'I'll ask again, your arm, if you would?'
Wood presented his arm forward, Dark Mark revealed for all to see. Harry pressed his wand into the mark, summoning Voldemort to his location.
Within seconds a black cloud appeared, and when it dissipated it left behind the main target of Harry's assault: Dark Lord, and all around mass murderer Tom Riddle.
'At least we meet again Harry Potter' Hissed Tom 'It has been a while since I've had somebody worthy to duel against'
'Sorry to disappoint you Tom, but I'm not here to duel, I'm here to kill you, and yes, I've found a way to do so.'
'Try all you will Harry, we both know I will be victorious!'
.:Infernum:.
A ring of fire appeared around Voldemort and Harry, trapping them within
.:Aquis Sanctum:.
A dome of water caputured the fire within it and surrounded the air above the duo, as Voldemort stood, watching the magic occur with a glint of amazement in his crimson eyes
'What do you plan to achieve with this parselmagic Potter? It won't work against me!' Screamed Voldemort, firing a killing curse towards Harry who simply batted it away with the palm of his hand
'Impossible' he muttered, shocked at the display of power.
.:Interficio:.
And Harry began to float towards the centre of the dome, a golden light appeared around him, and radiated to fill the dome with it's glow. Then, suddenly the dome of water, ring of fire, and the two occupants were gone, leaving no trace of their existence other than a smoking crater, and ashes billowing in the wind.