First of all I'd like to thank all the people who reviewed. Without further ado here's chapter two. **Harry Potter and all associated characters to done belong to me. But…this plot is mine and so any characters I choose to bring into the story.**
" Foolish boy, do you really think someone like you can stop my evil? Why do I even bother? My slaves kill this imbecile, show him who he's messing with." Voldemort ordered.
At once the fearsome fivesome of gargoyles charged at the mysterious youth with impressive speed.
And yet, the boy stood patient. His eyes were calm and cool for now but looked as if any moment they could strike. And then he did.
" Wisp!" hissed the boy.
A great wind entered the room; the sound it made was deafeningly high-pitched. All the Hogwarts inhabitants covered their ears while the stone gargoyles broke apart, a pile of pebbles sat where each of the five warriors happened to be.
Voldemort raised a brow; he was stifled but not surprised. He chuckled a bit and then began.
" Children, you're in for a double-feature, before I kill your beloved Harry Potter witness as I demonstrate a small increase in my power. You hear that boy, I've only been using 20% of my power."
" You're bluffing!" spat the boy.
Voldemort sensed his fear, " Let's see how you like a Voldemort that's five times as strong. Voldemort at 100% power!"
An aura of blackness encircled the Dark Lord. Voldemort began to scream, but not screams of agony, they were screams of the utmost pleasure.
Two horns sprouted from Voldemort's heads and a tail, shot from his back. At the very tip of his tail were spikes of bone. His body began to expand until he was at least nine feet tall! His eyes blended with his pupils and then became a putrid yellow. His skin color became a bloody red while his skin texture was as hard as diamonds. His fingernails grew until they were now claws and his teeth became an army of fangs.
Sometime during Voldemort's transformation Harry regained his lost composure. His teeth were clenched and he squeezed his fist as blood was still dripping from his nose. You could actually see the raw anger energy emitting from Harry's body.
" I'm tired of you Voldemort, you've hurt my family, my friends and all that I've ever held dear. Well enough is enough! Your reign of terror ends here!" Herry bellowed.
With that Harry wielded his wand and from his wand shot a crimson beam that represented all of Harry's hurt and anger.
All that were present watched in awe of the spectacular light beam that was closing in on Voldemort. Even Voldemort was caught awestruck by how such a young boy could have possessed this type of pure energy.
Quickly, the demon Voldemort came back to his senses. This was not the first time his greatest enemy had performed a miracle. But it would be his last.
As the beam neared Voldemort's face the dark lord opened his mouth wide and swallowed it whole. He concealed the energy beam into a ball inside his stomach where he absorbed and amplified Harry's own attack.
He then regurgitated the blast, redirecting it straight at Harry.
Harry couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't believe that Hermione was right along. It was all over.
He welcomed the blast, he took it fully without any type of shield. He just wanted it all to end quickly and painlessly.
As the energy ran through him he closed his eyes, and fell limp to the ground.
Voldemort, had a smug look on his face. This surely, proved that he was unstoppable. After all the legendary Harry Potter was finally gone!
The demon Voldemort turned back to the boy.
" You're not worth transforming for but it'll give me a little exercise. Take this!"
With that Voldemort hurled two fireballs at the strange boy. The boy backhanded both fireballs with extreme ease.
" Voldemort, I've given you three chances to try and kill me, you've attempted three times, and you failed three times. That means Strike Three and it my turn!"
At once a thunderbolt struck directly at the youth's hand, in a flash the bolt disappeared an in it's place was the Sword of Gryffindor.
The same weapon Potter used to defeat Voldemort at his second year at Hogwarts.
Voldemort threw his spiked tail at the boy. Again blinding lightning struck and Voldemort's tail simply fell off.
To Voldmort's amazement, the boy had been able to slash through his tough skin and cut off his tail.
Voldemort moaned in pain.
" Blast! You punk! Do you have any idea what you've done? That hurt! Grrr… fool…you're asking for a world of pain."
The demon Voldemort charged towards the boy, he tilted his head forward, exposing the zenith of his horns.
Before Voldemort had reached the boy yet another radiant blast occurred. But it wasn't as long as the previous ones. It was more like a quick blink.
The crowd of students looked up to the platform to see Voldemort halted. He just stood there wordlessly not making a single move.
The mysterious youth didn't move either, the Sword of Gryffindor was still in his hands but it looked like both he and the Sword has revolved in 90-degree angle.
The disturbing silence was only broken when a smooth horizontal line could be seen in the demon Voldemort's waist. Before long streams of blood flowed outwards.
At last the truth dawned on the children. They had realized what had happened.
Voldemort finally managed to say these last words:
" You…sliced me…like an…onion! But…how—"
Before Voldemort could say anymore he was hacked to bits by the Sword of Gryffindor, the sword itself painted a ruby red due to amount of blood coated on it.
The boy wasted no time. He summoned forth a spell and from his hand emerged a large fireball on a direct crash course for Voldemort's remains.
The flames consumed all that was left of him, incinerating all but his blood that dripped off the Sword of Gryffindor.
In an instant the sword disappeared and the children rushed around the boy, pushing each other to reach the platform.
" You killed Voldemort!"
" Who are you?"
" That was amazing!"
" I've never seen you before."
" That was so cool how you called out his name right before You-Know- I mean Voldemort was just about to kill Harry."
" Can I have your autograph?"
" Are you a Ravenclaw?"
" No way, did you see him you that bad ass blade? He's gotta be a Slytheryn, duh!"
" You saw his grace and agililty, he has to be a Hufflepuff!"
" No! He's a Gryffindor!"
" Says you!"
" Can I take a picture of you…let me just get my camera real quick."
" What's your name?"
And so the questions continued. The boy was obfuscated. He had never seen so much children before in one place. He didn't know what to do as they started to crowd him and grab his clothing. It wasn't until a familiar commanding voice cried out:
" Children!"
It was Dumbledore, the faces on the children grew even wider to see their headmaster alive.
Before another question could be popped Dumbledore snapped his fingers and all but Harry Potter vanished in seconds.
" What did you do?" asked the boy.
"I merely sent them all to their beds and put them to sleep. Can you imagine the trouble they'd have getting to sleep with all this excitement."
" But why did you keep Harry here?" the boy said looking at the unconscious Harry.
" He's going to need a lot more than rest to cure him plus I don't want to move him yet without mending a few broken bone. But enough about that I have some questions of my own."
" Go on."
" I was the one who cried out Voldemort's name, I was just about to make my move when you came in a bolt of lightning. I also noticed several of your techniques dealt with lightning manipulation. Who are you and how did a young one like yourself know such complex spells?"
" Well, Mr. Dumbledore, I feel like I can trust you, but before I tell you anything I need your word that you won't tell anybody what I am just about to tell you.
" You have my word." Said the old wizard.
" Okay, here goes. My name is Zeus, my parents were both born Muggles. My father wanted nothing to do with Magic, but my mom…she lived for Magic. She knew a spell for everything and because of that I was born to inherit some of her spells. However, I was only able to inherit her elements of thunder and that's why my mother named me Zeus."
" Interesting concept…I noticed…you didn't have a wand at all but even Voldemort had a wand to battle you. Have you ever of the Magi, you know the ancient magicians who don't use magical artifacts, but insist on using raw magic?"
" Yes. I was trained in the art of Magi."
" What do you know of them?" Dumbledore pressed on.
" I'm sorry, I can't tell you that…"
" Very well, I see, well at least tell me your mother's name, maybe she was a student at this very school."
" Sorry, I can't do that either, any more info I tell you might change something." Zeus replied.
" Change something? Change what? I'll tell you my boy, never in my life have I met someone so young, who knew so much, who could tell me so little." Dumbledore chuckled.
" Well actually sir, I didn't come here to do lots of answering in fact...there's something very important you need to know. And that is, I'm not from here."
" What do you mean you're not from here?"
" I'm not from this time, I bare a warning from the future, possibly the Earth's last hope of survival."