Chapter One: The Forest Again
"Avada Kedavra"
With those two words both Harry and Voldemort had been knocked instantly unconscious onto the forest ground. Just as fast as they had fallen Lord Voldemort had begun to stir again.
"My Lord . . . my Lord . . ." Bellatrix pleaded wistfully.
Death Eaters hustled around their master to help him up.
"My Lord . . ." Bellatrix echoed.
"That is all," replied Voldemort callously.
As commanded, all of Voldemort's followers slowly backed away from him as if he might fall over again. However, Bellatrix remained knelt beside him.
"My lord, let me-"
"I do not require assistance," he half-shouted as he pushed her hand away. He did not need help from his followers. He could not show weakness , not after he had finally finished off the boy-or had he? "The boy . . . Is he dead?"
No one spoke a word. Every eye had landed on the lifeless Harry. They had known if Harry was alive there would be hell to pay for all of them. After what felt like a minute of silence an icy voice spoke.
"You," shouted Voldemort with a wave of his wand. Narcissa screamed in pain. "Examine him. Tell me whether he is dead."
As Narcissa slowly sauntered over to Harry. Everyone watched as she stooped beside him, opened an eye, checked for a heartbeat, and then began checking for breath. Soon after, she stood up and declared "He is dead!"
Before she even finished the last word cheers erupted from the Death Eaters as they shot sparks of red, silver, and yellow from their wands. The noise was deafening compared to the previous silence and tension. Voldemort silenced them and went on.
"You see?" shrieked Voldemort. "Harry Potter is dead by my hand, and no man alive can threaten me now! Watch! Crucio!"
Voldemort had started to bounce Harry around as easily as flicking his wrist. His followers laughed and jeered all three times Harry was thrown into the air. His glasses had fallen off which only made Voldemort realize that Harry was finally dead by his own hand. He felt more powerful than he had felt in the last 16 years. He was not done displaying his prize though. He needed to end hope for all by showing him at the castle lying at his feet in his poor helpless state.
First though, he needed to think of who would carry Harry through his death march. He could choose some Death Eater at random but he felt he could have more of an effect on Harry's friends by choosing someone else. He looked around and saw no- he found just the man to do it. Hagrid.
He knew if he chose Hagrid to do the job it would be done well. That blubbering half-breed wouldn't be able to hold it in and would walk up to the castle bawling his eyes out with tears the size of golf balls. Voldemort had hoped that this would bring Harry's death to his supporters like a smack in the face and would possibly confound some of them.
"Now, we go to the castle, and show them what has become of their hero. Who shall drag the body ? No-Wait-" said Voldemort as he slowly pointed at Hagrid. All of his Death Eaters laughed as he did this.
"You carry him," ordered Voldemort. "He will be nice and visible in your arms, will he not? Pick up your little friend Hagrid. And the glasses - put on the glasses - he must be recognizable -"
Rowle ambled over to Harry and thrusted his glasses on carelessly.
Once Hagrid had Harry in his arms Voldemort shouted "Move," and everyone started to walk up to the castle