Welcome to, well this isn't my first fic, but it is here. If you check out my profile you'll see I have another account, I created this one specifically for HP fics. This is my first one. Hope you enjoy.

Summery: Takes place after DH. Lord Voldemort crafted only 6 Horcruxs, and one more unknowingly. But what if after Nagini, what if he made one more that was not destroyed? Odd things are happening now, Malfoy is no longer sending his son to school, in fact no Malfoy has been seen in public for quite sometime…. Harry who is now an Auror finds this odd, and even more so when Malfoy eventually becomes DADA teacher at Hogwarts and spends an increasing amount of time in his office and Moaning Myrtle's bathroom… will this turn out to be a repeat of HBP? What is Malfoy after in the Chamber of Secrets? More importantly, what is Voldemort after?

Note: It's oblivious this will contain spoilers for Deathly Hallows! Also I am changing the end of DH around in this prologue, Voldemort needs one Death Eater to survive and escape. Since I happen to like Bellatrix Lestrange… it's gonna be her.

Harry Potter and the Emerald Sword

Chapter 1: Prologue

Voldemort spun with ferocity, dueling three opponents simultaneously in the entrance hall of Hogwarts, while Bellatrix Lestrange fought off Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood. Harry meanwhile crept past the gathering crowd hidden under the invisibility cloak as Voldemort's opponents were thrown back. At the end of the circle around the dark lord Harry threw off the cloak, revealing himself to Voldemort who growled viciously.

"You survived?!" Voldemort cried. Several shouts of awe issued from the crowd and for a moment all eyes were on him. This gave Bellatrix the chance to take out one of her opponents.

"Avada Kedavra!" the last of the Death Eaters shrieked loudly. All eyes, including those of Harry and Voldemort, fell upon her. Harry gasped as the jet of green light missed Ginny by inches. Then the loud, shrieking voice of Mrs. Weasley burst out of the crowd just as Harry was about to jinx Bellatrix in blind fury.

"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!" Mrs. Weasley cried madly, shoving her way through the crowd until she was in front of Bellatrix who cackled loudly and aimed her wand at the new opponent.

"AWAY!" Mrs. Weasly bellowed. "All of you, she's mine!"

Harry's attention directed to Voldemort as Mrs. Weasley began to madly shoot hexes, curses, and jinxes at the Dark Lord's last follower that had not been defeated.

"How?" Voldemort asked as the two began to circle one another. "How did you survive?"

"Don't you get it Tom?" Harry taunted.

"You dare!"

"Yes, I dare." Harry retorted, leaving Voldemort speechless. "When you used my blood to return from the dead my mother's protection went to you as well. You couldn't kill me!"

"But the wand…" Voldemort hissed, trailing off as he looked at the Elder Wand that had once belonged to Dumbledore in his pale white hand. The wand that was supposedly all powerful, one of the three Deathly Hallows.

"The wand won't work for you. Don't you get it?"

"Explain!" Voldemort cried, threatening to send a curse Harry's way. Several people drew their wands.

"No!" Harry shouted at them. "No one join in, this is between the two of us! Yes Tom, it won't work for you, you are not its true master."

"But Snape—"

"Snape was not its master either, don't you get it? He killed Dumbledore, but Malfoy disarmed him, and I defeated Malfoy. It doesn't matter that you killed Snape and took the wand. I reckon I'm its master now, Tom." Harry explained, doing his best to taunt Voldemort. He could almost sense the curse building; Voldemort's desire to kill was growing stronger, not much longer now….

"You—dare!" Voldemort growled in utter fury, not much longer….

"Yes, I dare!" Harry snapped once again. "Now Tom, let's try for a little remorse."

Neither Harry, Voldemort, nor anyone else in the crowd could believe the words had just come from his mouth. Everything became virtually silent for a moment, all that was heard were the sounds of Molly and Bellatrix throwing all the curses they could possibly summon at one another.

"Remorse…" Voldemort repeated.

"Yeah, remorse, regret what you have done Tom… give it at try."

Voldemort's red eyes widened in fury and surprise, never had there been such insolence…. Harry could see it coming now, the curse was practically on the tip of his tongue… it was almost time.

"You, Harry Potter, such insolence, you speak like your idol Dumbledore. Lord Voldemort has never seen suffered such humiliation!" the Dark Lord spat.

Harry could feel it in his very bones now, it was nearly—

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort's shriek pierced the air and echoed throughout the—

"Expelliarmus!"

Two jets of light, one scarlet like the blood of his parents, the other green, the color of his heritage, flew towards one another. The whoosh of death filled the air, disturbed by the sounds of curses fired by Bellatrix and Molly, and when both the streak of crimson and emerald collided the sound like a gunshot seemed to echo throughout the entire castle. Golden flame, like molten gold, erupted when the two spells collided. Voldemort sneered and growled in rage as Harry gritted his teeth. Then the Dark Lord's curse broke as the Elder Wand flew into the air, arching above the streaks of red and green lights and towards the outstretched hand of its true master. Harry caught it just as Voldemort's own killing curse flew into him as well as Harry's jinx. The Dark Lord's scarlet eyes widened, he took his last break, and then fell to the floor.

Bellatrix and Molly ceased their barrage of spells; everyone's eyes were on the pale, white body of Lord Voldemort. A black smoke began to pour from his open mouth, encasing the hall in darkness. No one would have known that Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy sprinted across it at that moment unless they had been madly shouting for their son. As quickly as the smoke had filled the room, it faded. The room erupted in emotional, choked cheering, and the scream of rage and terror from Bellatrix,

"YOU—FILTHY—SPAWN—OF—A—MUDBLOOD!" Bellatrix shrieked, aiming her wand at Harry.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" she bellowed, before spinning on the spot and Disapparating, the enchantments protecting the school broken, allowing her to pass. The streak of emerald light flew at Harry, McGonagall gave an involuntary squeak, everyone gasped with fear that their savior would be killed, but as Ginny Weasley's horrible, bloodcurdling yelp filled the air Harry ducked, the deadly curse overshot him, ruffling his jet black hair and missing him by an inch, if flew towards the wall, hit it, and blew out of giant chunk of stone. Cheering erupted once more. Voldemort was no more, vanquished, nothing more than a horrible white corpse on the floor of Hogwarts, and Harry was alive and well.

Savior of the Wizarding World.