Hurricane – A Harry Potter Fanfiction

When I heard Hurricane by 30 seconds to Mars I knew I had to write this fanfiction... It just fit with the themes of the seventh book. This is not a songfic! My inspiration for this fanfiction was the song Hurricane and the idea that if it was Deathly Hallows that prevented Harry from dying, wouldn't they also save Voldemort's soul since the Horcrux is a part of Harry. Makes you think, doesn't it?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter because if I did, Ginny would have died in the Chamber of Secrets, Dumbledore would be either dead or in Azkaban Prison, Harry wouldn't be as naive and Ron would not be Harry's friend. And just so I don't get any lawsuits... all portions that are directly from J.K. Rowling's Book Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows are CLEARLY marked above each section as Cannon POV in BOLD and UNDERLINED for those who are blind... which I doubt because this website is specifically for reading fanfictions. Which, last time I checked, was impossible if one is blind...

This fanfic kicks off just before Harry is murdered by Voldemort. This fanfic is cannon up until that point and that is where my little box of riddles begins and reality ends. I hope you enjoy it.

-Marcielle-

"speech" – normal conversation

'speech' – thoughts

*speech* - parseltongue

Chapter One: Standing Before Death

Cannon POV pages: 702-704 of J.K. Rowling's award winning book Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"No sign of him, my Lord," said Dolohov.

Voldemort's expression did not change. The red eyes seemed to burn in the firelight. Slowly he drew the Elder Wand between his long fingers.

"My Lord -"

Bellatrix had spoken: She sat closest to Voldemort, dishevelled, her face a little bloody but otherwise unharmed.

Voldemort raised his hand to silence her, and she did not speak another word, but eyed him in worshipful fascination.

"I thought he would come," said Voldemort in his high, clear voice, his eyes on the leaping flames. "I expected him to come."

Nobody spoke. They seemed as scared as Harry, whose heart was now throwing itself against his ribs as though determined to escape the body he was about to cast aside. His hands were sweating as he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it beneath his robes, with his wand. He did not want to be tempted to fight.

"I was, it seems. . . mistaken," said Voldemort.

"You weren't."

Harry said it as loudly as he could, with all the force he could muster: He did not want to sound afraid. The Resurrection Stone slipped from between his numb fingers, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw his parents, Sirius, and Lupin vanish as he stepped forward into the firelight. At that moment he felt that nobody mattered but Voldemort. It was just the two of them.

The illusion was gone as soon as it had come. The giants roared as the Death Eaters rose together, and there were many cries, gasps, even laughter. Voldemort had frozen where he stood, but his red eyes had found Harry, and he stared as Harry moved toward him, with nothing but the fire between them.

Then a voice yelled: "HARRY! NO!"

He turned: Hagrid was bound and trussed, tied to a tree nearby. His massive body shook the branches overhead as he struggled, desperate.

"NO! NO! HARRY, WHAT'RE YEH -?"

"QUIET!" shouted Rowle, and with a flick of his wand Hagrid was silenced.

Bellatrix, who had leapt to her feet, was looking eagerly from Voldemort to Harry, her breast heaving. The only things that moved were the flames and the snake, coiling and uncoiling in the glittering cage behind Voldemort's head.

Harry could feel his wand against his chest, but he made no attempt to draw it. He knew that the snake was too well protected, knew that if he managed to point the wand at Nagini, fifty curses would hit him first. And still, Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the boy standing before him, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth.

"Harry Potter," he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. "The Boy Who Lived."

None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his -

Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear -

He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

End of Cannon POV

Harry POV

'Have you ever thought about how you would die?'

'Well, to be honest, neither had I until Dumbledore told me about the prophesy, the night Sirius died.'

'But it never was real to me. Sure, I complained about how unfair the world was, and how I must be fate's whipping boy. But I never really thought that I actually had to die until I was standing right in front of him; the one who murdered my parents, Voldemort.'

"Harry Potter," he seemed to whisper, as if my name had been stolen from his non-existent lips by the wind and carried far away.

"The Boy Who Lived," He suddenly spat out, seemingly surprised that I had the audacity to stand in front of him.

'You would have me on my knees if you weren't so happy that I was already at your mercy and about to be killed,' Harry sardonically thought as Voldemort stared at him over the fire with his ruby eyes, the colour of blood.

'My blood,' the little voice in the back of Harry's head whispered in reply.

Everything was silent. Not even the wind moaned as it passed through the clearing, lifting the embers into the air and blowing them into the sky, only to be sniffed out, moments later.

'Like my life...' Harry thought as the heavy silence of anticipation filled the air like poison, choking the will out of him to stand and face Voldemort, to not tremble in fear under his malicious gaze.

'I'm so sorry Ginny,' Harry thought as his mind brought up images of Ginny and her fiery nature. How her hair lit up like a bonfire if the lighting was right or how her spit-fire temper only seemed to make her more beautiful.

'And frightening,' the little voice uttered in reply to the images.

Suddenly Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as Voldemort raised the Elder Wand and pointed it at his chest, aimed at his heart.

'Oh Merlin! It's happening!' Harry thought as he tried to calm his breathing and stop the oncoming panic that clenched his heart in a vice grip. And with the panic came hysteria.

Harry tried to stop the hysterical laughter that was bubbling in his throat. For surely his laughter would lead to tears and begging for mercy on his knees at Voldemort's feet.

The only thing that was stopping his breakdown from occurring was his pride; his stubborn, Gryffindor Pride. So he remained standing, facing Voldemort, across the fire, looking into his blood red eyes.

And suddenly, without any warning from his foe, Voldemort said those fatal words: "AVADA KADAVRA!"

Harry watched as the green light approached him, everything seemingly happening in slow motion. And just as suddenly as Voldemort cast the killing curse, it struck him in the chest and everything went dark.

A/N: That was so fun to write! I know a lot of people have done things similar to this but I have a twist up my sleeve that is completely original. I also know that this wasn't a lot of writing on my part but I needed some background for my story before it could really start. And now begins Hurricane...