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Hello and welcome to the new and revamped addition of 'Fall of a Hero
Chapter 1:The-Boy-Who-Died
It was a nightmare, it had to be. Harry lay dying on the smooth, cold stone of the chamber of secrets. His emerald eyes were dulling. He couldn't believe what had happened!
He had went down there full of courage and determination, believing that he could save Ginny from the heir of Slytherin and the Basilisk! He should have known that it was not meant to be. He had started the battle and managed to kill the beast, yet was unsuccessful in saving Ron's sister who's life energy had been drained to return Voldemort to the land of the living…
And so, Harry is currently being forced to watch as the present and teenage Voldemorts merged together, allowing the two version's memories and personalities to connect and join.
"It is over Potter! I, Lord Voldemort have returned!" He knew then that it was not a nightmare, it was real.
Fawkes flew over towards Harry, but was struck down by one of The Dark Lord's Avada Kedavras.
The Phoenix, the symbol of hope, the icon of all that was light and good, was now a baby, withering at the feet of The Dark Lord Voldemort.
The chamber was dissolving in a whirl of dull colour.
The boy-who-was-about-to-die could hear echoing footsteps and a dark shadow moved in front of him.
"You're dead Harry Potter," Riddle's voice spoke above him. "Dead. Even Dumbledore's bird knows it. Do you see what he tried to do? He tried to heal you with tears!"
Harry blinked, remembering that Phoenix tears could heal anything and everything.
"I'm going to sit here and watch you die, Harry Potter. Take your time. I'm in no hurry."
Harry felt drowsy. Everything around him seemed to be spinning.
"So ends the famous Harry Potter," said Riddle's distant voice. "Alone in the Chamber of Secrets, forsaken by his friends, defeated at last by the Dark Lord he so unwisely challenged. You'll be back with your dear Mudblood mother soon, Harry… She bought you twelve years of borrowed time… but Lord Voldemort got you in the end, as you knew he must."
Harry always thought that death would be painless, turns out he was wrong. It was pain beyond pain. But then it seemed to retreat ever slightly, and it kept on doing so until there was no pain left. In its' place was a warm, comforting feeling, and in the place of the dark and ancient walls was nothing but light.
In front of him was a golden gate, and there were two figures on the other side, welcoming him. Two people whom he had pictures of. He knew he was joining his parents in Heaven. He knew he was dyeing his own death, and he welcomed it…
-Tom's POV-
He cackled evilly to himself.
He was in an exceptionally good mood.
He was back…
And his one, main adversary, his downfall was dead at his feet.
He laughed. But that laugh then turned into a groan. He could feel his two personalities' consciences awakening.
This was not to be confused with his souls and/or Horcruxes, as when a Horcrux helps a person regain a physical body, his or her main soul would extract the essence of the Horcrux. By this, he meant that the Horcrux-soul (which will now be what the soul in a Horcrux will be called) would be completely and utterly dead, only existing, whilst it's knowledge, experience, emotions, power, and all around being would be transferred to the main soul, and they would join together-
In most cases.
In others, if the souls were so different from each other after such a long period of time, gaining new experiences, split personalities would be formed, and the main soul, no matter the circumstances, would be the prime soul, and therefore in control. However, if the prime soul was somehow unable to control the body, the ex-Horcrux essence would take control until further notice!
That wasn't the case here however, as the essences joined together.
Tom/Voldemort was exceptionally happy. He had killed the brat-who-once-lived, and he had been the only chance the light had of victory. This meant that the war was irreversibly won…
And it had not even started. He could feel his two bodies merging. Conjuring a mirror (with the wand that had once been Potter's, and hummed pleasantly in his hand, yet not near the level of his precious Yew wand ), the first thing that he noticed was a fairly simple fact.
He was what many girls would call hot.
It was true! He had shoulder length black hair and was in the later part of his prime. His once full, pink lips had returned and his face once again had high cheek bones and angular features.
His eyebrows were thick yet the eyes… oh Merlin the EYES! THEY WERE RED AGAIN!
He really, really liked the eyes.
Now, the first thing to do was to make a list of motives and plans:
First, he had to recover his old wand. He decided that he would keep Potter's ex one as it was almost perfect for him, and he had it's allegiance.
Second, he should see about, for lack of better word, adopting a place of residence.
Also, thinking about it, he should let the world know he had returned! Before, he would have preferred to work in the shadows and manipulate everyone. However, it would lead people into a state of panic if, after one of the ministry's decisions, the boy-who-lived had been killed by a resurrected dark lord, via Weasly!
Yes… That would do. That would do just fine. And he would have to free his Death Eaters later. Now, he had plans to finish…
-The next day, no one's POV-
Boy-Who-Lived dead!
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Returns!
It is with a heavy heart and regret that we have to report that Harry James Potter, 12, and also known as the boy-who-lived, is dead.
It is with an eclipsing regret that this deed was carried out by You-Know-Who himself, who has been resurrected from the dead by unwilling participant, Ginevra Molly Weasly, 11. It is unknown, yet it is wildly speculated that she was under the imperious curse. Our condolences go out to Arthur and Mo-
Lord Voldemort did not read any more because the damage had been done. The front page had been dominated by the picture of a naked Harry Potter (surprisingly not censored for younger readers, he had no idea how that happened) , nailed to Gringotts with the dark mark carved into his chest. There was a picture of himself firing the dark mark into the sky, followed by him brutally cutting down the aurors with surprising ease. Also, there was a detailed description of how he had brought the old codger to his knees yet, being the merciful lord he is, had decided to spare him. This probably had to do with his temporally enhanced reflexes.
After all, it wouldn't do for the public to lose ALL hope just yet. No, he had damaged Dumbledorke's reputation enough for now and had destroyed the silly rumour that he was scared of the old coot.
Placing down the Daily Prophet, the Dark Lord quickly and expertly cut out the pictures of himself and stuck them in his personal journal, home to his Horcrux. The Dark Lord smiled. He would need to break into not one, but TWO prisons.
However, something caught his eyes:
Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasly's funerals will be held on the final day of the term at Hogwarts.
Tom smiled as a plan formed in his head to also annihilate the rumour that he was scared to take Hogwarts. Deciding to put on a long, black robe with silver highlights, Tom set out to continue his plan. He would give them time to grieve and then… Then they will be at war.
He came to an abrupt halt. What in the name of Morgana was he thinking? He couldn't just waltz into Hogwarts, with or without followers, not at a day where the place would be packed with aurors. As tempting as it was to attack a place which he was certain would be crawling with his most... 'Outspoken' enemies, he couldn't run the high risk of being de-bodied YET again.