(A/N. Ok, first things first. Review response time! Yay! Somethingsable, though the rabbit would be cool, Harry's not much of a fan of it. Hehe. JaredLetoObsessed thanks you :D Dementor999, thanks, am glad you like it, I strive for awesomeness. HPfan29 yeah, I know. I like the idea too. This fic wasn't going to go down this path at ALL, but I love how it's coming along so far. It went from mediocre to $%#^!^ mind blowing in no time at all. And yes, I do have a big head. How could you tell? Bluetoads. I think so too. Don't you just wanna grab his cheeks and wiggle his head around? Kylie, I know, but when have Harry's impulsive unthinking actions ever surprised you? And the necromancy thing will be half explained, sort of, this chapter. Onyx, oh, stop it. *blushes* Nastiface, you made me giggle when you made a bad word. I'm twelve and what is this? Haha! Thanks for your awesome review :)
IMPORTANT! Well only a little important, but I do recommend you read this, lest you miss out. Lets start at the beginning, shall we? Last night, I went to bed. This is what I was thinking. 'La de da, I'm going to bed,' this was at about ten o'clock. As soon as my head hit the pillow, this idea hit me. And it didn't let go until nary on three in the morning. So today, as I sit here at six a.m, I am proclaiming that you won't be getting your usual two chapters. "BOOOOO," I know, I know. But don't you wanna hear the idea that practically wrote itself? Instead of a second chapter, you'll be getting a Ginny-centric one-shot, that will be giving way more detail about how Ginny coped with, and studied, her necromancy. For those of you who aren't interested, never fear, it's completely stand alone. And not necessary for the plot of LT. It's just for those of you who are curious. So look for that somewhere in the next twenty four hours. Though it will be much less than that, I assure you. Its eating my brain. Also, on my profile there is now a play list for LT. If you wanna check out what I listen too when writing and proofreading, there you go. Don't say I don't adore you.)
When Harry hit the ground, face first, he groaned. He stood up, and he and Voldemort stared at each other for a long moment, before Harry said;
"That was rude, you Asshat," The dark lord waved his hand in dismissal.
"I do apologize for the deception, but I knew you wouldn't come of your own volition." Harry snorted.
"Yeah, well, I trust you less now." The Dark Lord smirked.
"You trusted me before?" He asked.
"Touche," Harry said. Where in reality, though he would never say it out loud, Harry felt that the only two people in the world that he could put his faith in were Ginny and the Dark Lord.
Not that he would trust the Dark Lord with his life, or anything, but he was solid, and Harry knew what to expect of him.
"So, were you serious about the rabbit? Because if you were, this is a rather amazing skill you have acquired. Might I ask how you acquired it?" Harry tapped his nose.
"Mum's the word. Why on earth would I teach you to bring your army's back to life? That's even assuming it's teachable." Again, Voldemort waved his hand.
"It's not an issue, I suppose. But I was wondering if I could make a request?" Voldemort asked.
"Oh, feel free, but don't expect a positive reaction." Harry grinned.
"Can you show me?" Harry thought about it.
"Oh, I don't know. Are you sure? It might have a negative impact on your ego." Harry waggled his eyebrows.
"Yes, I'm sure." Voldemort deadpanned.
"Well, I need to have something dead, first. Oh, and no people, you psycho." Voldemort conjured another rabbit.
"Avada Kedavra," He said in a bored tone.
"Ok, I gotta tell you first, though, you might wanna hold onto something. And shield your eyes. And maybe cast a shield charm to help with the impact. I've been told it hurts. Oh, and when I'm rolling around the floor for roughly an hour, never fear! I'll be fine. Better then fine, actually. Oh, and I might be incredibly offensive. Please ignore that,"
Voldemort raised his hairless eyebrow, but said nothing as he cast a shield charm.
Harry shook his at his sides and cracked his neck and back.
"I'm so not looking forward to the back pain that comes with this," He gave the Dark Lord a forlorn look.
Again, he raised his eyebrow.
"Okay, here he go." Harry stared intently at the dead rabbit, as he had the day before.
The effect this time was instantaneous this time. He slammed backwards into the wall and noticed that this time, he put a large hole in it.
He writhed on the floor, howling like an animal. Harry didn't think it possible, but it was stronger this time. He felt his wrist break on impact, but didn't much care. Not yet, anyway.
When it passed, he noticed that the room was completely obliterated. That hadn't happened last time.
"The rabbit has a heartbeat and is currently hiding in the wreckage that was once my desk," Voldemort stated. Harry ignored him.
"Loook at my haand!" Harry cackled.
"It's totally facing the wrong way!" Harry laughed hysterically.
"Ow. It hurts. Fix it, would you, ugly?" Voldemort frowned.
"With that tone, I won't be fixing anything," He told Harry.
"Fine, geez. It's not my fault you look like a dead merperson." Harry watched in fascination as his wrist cracked back into place as he healed it wordlessly.
"I do not look like a dead merperson. This form is meant to be intimidating." Harry snorted.
"Weeeeelllll yoooou faaaaiiilllleedd." Harry sing songed."Wait, this form? You have another? I always thought you were permanently an ugly mother fucker." Voldemort watched him carefully.
"I'm going to ignore that last statement. And the several before it. Do you know your eyes are completely black?" He asked.
"Yes, because, unlike everyone else, I have the ability to see my own eyes without a mirror." Harry made a high pitched squeaking noise that the Dark Lord could only guess was a laugh.
Voldemort conjured a mirror and passed it to Harry.
"Woah, how wicked is that? I look pretty bad ass, right?" Harry grinned.
"I think the glasses kill the effect." Harry looked crestfallen.
"How could you say that! I just raised the dead and now I'm sitting here with wicked black eyes, and you go and say that? Well, your face kills the effect!" Harry spat spitefully.
Harry crawled across the floor on his hands and knees toward where the rabbit was hiding.
"Here, bunny, bunny, bunny!" he called. He pulled it out by its ears and looked it in the eyes.
It kicked frantically. Harry frowned.
"You should be more grateful. I brought you back from the dead." Harry pouted.
"You're not welcome," Harry said before smashing it's head into the ground.
"I'm tired," Harry told the Dark Lord. Using the once again dead rabbit as a pillow, he fell asleep straight away.
When he woke, the room was as it had been before the obliteration.
He was no longer laying on a dead rabbit, much to his relief. He was appalled at how morbid he was in that state. Instead, he was lying on a rather soft pillow.
He looked up at the Dark Lord, who was shuffling paper work at his desk.
"That was interesting. And you were right, you were quite offensive. Take a seat," Harry was about to tell him that there was no seat to take, when he conjured one before he could say anything.
He took the seat and crossed his legs.
"Yeah, that happens," Harry felt oddly ashamed of himself. Though he knew that he really had no control over himself.
"But you asked for it." Harry defended himself.
"Hmm, I suppose I did." Harry rubbed the back of his neck.
"Anyway, what's your opinion? What the hell is going on?" Harry asked.
"You mean you don't know? I thought you would. I was theorizing, and the only thing that I could think of is that you were born a true necromancer. And that when I attempted to kill you, for some reason, I think that Death gifted you." Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Well, I suppose it has some merits. I can't think of anything else, either. But why would Death gift me?" The dark lord shook his head.
"That's what I don't know," It was Harry's turn to shake his head.
"Is there a way to, I don't know, talk to Death?" Voldemort pulled a face.
"I don't know, you could try dying," The Dark Lord suggested.
Harry grinned. "Well, I'll die,"
The Dark Lord's eyes widened ever so slightly.
"You'll die, will you? And then what?" Harry smiled again.
"Didn't you pay attention to The Prophesy? It basically say that were immortal," Harry said.
"It doesn't say that at all. Not really. There could very well be a loophole. And prophesies are very subjective. But if that's what you want, go ahead. I could do it for you, if you like." Harry nodded.
"Yeah, thanks. Whenever you're ready." Voldemort shook his head.
"You are insane."
Harry smiled.
"I'm going with my instincts on this." Voldemort raised his wand and Harry took a deep breath in.
"Avarda Kedavera," The world faded to black.