Intro

This prompt was given to me by my hubby. I wasn't entirely certain how I'd accomplish this so I left it be for a while and suddenly a thought came to me. I wasn't overly certain it would work... still not entirely certain but let's see, shall we?

- Day 16 -

The pain tore through him, it was so intense that he couldn't think let alone breathe. His head felt like it was splitting in two. First Ron was attacked by those creepy, slimy brains. Then Hermione was practically cut in half by some mystery purple spell, Neville's nose was broken, something happened to Ginny's ankle and Luna... Harry wasn't sure where she disappeared to, but the worst of it all was Sirius getting hit by some spell by Bellatrix and falling into the Veil.

Moments ago Voldemort was dueling with Dumbledore. The two wizards were fighting with such flare and advanced magic that Harry was told to stay hidden where he should have been safe. Bellatrix was nearby. Harry thought to take a pot shot at her. He hated her for what she had done to his godfather... but every time the teen poked his head out, a spell came too close for comfort forcing him to duck for cover once more.

When the dueling came to a stop, Harry waited and stared up at Dumbledore waiting for some sort of sign as to what to do next. That's when the pain came. Voldemort was attacking through their connection. Harry screamed. Not just about the physical pain of having Voldemort nearby, but the mental anguish of having the wretched man invading his mind and the emotional gutting of having lost his godfather. Tears were streaming unbidden. He didn't care. It hurt so much he writhed on the tiled floor of the Ministry lobby.

Suddenly the pain ebbed, Harry looked up at his mentor from the lobby floor. The boy pleaded with his headmaster, begged the man to end him, end his pain and Dumbledore dropped to his knees beside his student, "Harry! You must fight him. You can. You can beat him."

Harry snorted in amusement and closed his eyes for a brief respite. The teen's eyes snapped open. Their color had changed, his pupils deepened to a dark red and another voice came from him, "Beat him?" The teen slowly, painfully pushed himself from the tile floor, "Why would I ever do such a thing?"

Voldemort stumbled and gasped, grabbing his head and cried out, "No! No, no, no..."

Dumbledore stood quickly, spun around and raised his wand to his enemy, "Tom, what have you done?"

The Dark Lord snarled, "Don't..."

"My Lord," Bellatrix gripped his arm. He looked at her in surprise as she clung to him, "We must go."

Voldemort looked at the numerous Ministry employees spewing forth from the floo network in confusion. They were screaming and pointing at him. He turned his attention back to Bellatrix and looked as if he wanted nothing more than to hex her, but was side along apparated by her instead.

When things began calming down, Dumbledore moved forward in his capacity as leader of the Light and before he allowed anyone to question why either he or Harry were at the Ministry or why the lobby was utterly ruined as if there had been a huge battle just moments ago, the headmaster created a portkey and sent Harry off to safety.

When the boy landed at the school, he stood in the middle of the Dumbledore's office. He looked around and realized what happened... and he laughed. Fawkes heard the commotion and thought to greet his new friend, but was greeted instead with a killing curse. Harry smirked at the bird as it fell into the ashes. The portraits in the office began crying out, but the boy ignored them, sending the entire room up in flames.

"Fools," He said as he made his way out of the headmaster's office.

Voldemort had a new body. He was young once more, but his memories were still intact. He knew every secret of such deep dark magics that others would never dare learn. The transfer of souls was not something he had intended, but it was a fortuitous happenstance. Voldemort had a second chance. He could carry out his plans with a new generation and what's more... he was in the body of the Savior of the Wizarding World.

Life just got interesting...

Day 16 - Prompt: Good Tom, bad Harry

Word Count: 10,990