Summary: After being hit by the killing curse for the second time in his young life, Harry finds himself trapped in another body. He finally gets the chance to see how his life would have been like without his popularity, and where is friends loyalties lie.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch
Chapter 1: In the Beginning
"You will never get ride of me, Voldemort!" Harry screamed as he stumbled back on his feet. This was the third time today that he was hit by the Cruciatus curse, and the affects were really started to get to his resolve. Voldemort stood above him looking like his personal disciplinarian. His scar was bleeding into his eyes giving Voldemort a surreal appearance through his blurred vision.
"Oh, is that what you think? Well you are quite a naive little brat then aren't you?" Voldemort said confidently as he looked down on the teenager. Voldemort was wearing all black robs with a black cloak that whirled around him like a cape. His clothes were perfect as if he had never moved in his life, which matched his holier then thee attitude.
The pain in Harry's scar worsened as Voldemort stepped closer and closer. Harry wiped out his wand to protect himself, and spoke the first curse that popped in his head. "Expelliarmus" The curse hit Voldemort directly in the chest, but appeared to have no affect on him.
"Oh, childish games, how I love them." Voldemort continued on his way over to Harry. Harry held his bleeding arm, and walked backward to get as much space in between them as possible. Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry, and spoke with an evil grin, "Now it's my turn to play."
Once Voldemort was right beside Harry, Voldemort cried out "Crucio" causing Harry to fall to Voldemort's feet again. He rolled around on the floor unable to control himself from screaming. His brave facade had been crushed after the second Crucio was cast on him, but he was not going to give up.
Finally, Voldemort released the curse on him, but Harry was no longer able to rise. He kept trying to pull himself up on his arms, but he kept failing and falling back to the floor. New bruises were forming on his arms and chest from each fall, but this would not stop him.
Voldemort smiled in realization that he had finally won. "Aww, too bad you will no longer be able to help your friends. I have heard that Hermione has become quite a dish. I guess I will now I will be able to find out for myself."
Harry knew he was just toying with his mind, but what he was saying was the exact things Harry feared most. He was deadly afraid that his relations would be hurt because of their connection with him, and he had sworn to them as well as to himself that they would never get hurt because of that.
Harry finally made it on his elbows and started to lift his body back up. As he got up he spoke, "You will never touch my friends, and I will personally make sure you will not touch a hair on Hermione's head or I will kill you." Harry finally got in a standing position and stood strong to face his archenemy.
Voldemort laughed in his face and looked down at the small teen. "But boy, how can you help her if you are already dead." In a blink, Voldemort brought up his wand and shouted, "Avada Kedavra."
The green light speed out of his wand and headed straight toward Harry. Harry tried to get out of the way, but his muscles screamed from the sudden movement causing him to no longer be able to move.
As the light finally came to rest on his heart, he made a vowed to himself and his friends. "I will never stop fighting, never."
Then with out any more warning, everything went black as a high shrill laugher enveloped Harry's senses.
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This chapter has been re-edited. Thanks for putting up with me.
Monday
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch
Chapter 1: In the Beginning
"You will never get ride of me, Voldemort!" Harry screamed as he stumbled back on his feet. This was the third time today that he was hit by the Cruciatus curse, and the affects were really started to get to his resolve. Voldemort stood above him looking like his personal disciplinarian. His scar was bleeding into his eyes giving Voldemort a surreal appearance through his blurred vision.
"Oh, is that what you think? Well you are quite a naive little brat then aren't you?" Voldemort said confidently as he looked down on the teenager. Voldemort was wearing all black robs with a black cloak that whirled around him like a cape. His clothes were perfect as if he had never moved in his life, which matched his holier then thee attitude.
The pain in Harry's scar worsened as Voldemort stepped closer and closer. Harry wiped out his wand to protect himself, and spoke the first curse that popped in his head. "Expelliarmus" The curse hit Voldemort directly in the chest, but appeared to have no affect on him.
"Oh, childish games, how I love them." Voldemort continued on his way over to Harry. Harry held his bleeding arm, and walked backward to get as much space in between them as possible. Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry, and spoke with an evil grin, "Now it's my turn to play."
Once Voldemort was right beside Harry, Voldemort cried out "Crucio" causing Harry to fall to Voldemort's feet again. He rolled around on the floor unable to control himself from screaming. His brave facade had been crushed after the second Crucio was cast on him, but he was not going to give up.
Finally, Voldemort released the curse on him, but Harry was no longer able to rise. He kept trying to pull himself up on his arms, but he kept failing and falling back to the floor. New bruises were forming on his arms and chest from each fall, but this would not stop him.
Voldemort smiled in realization that he had finally won. "Aww, too bad you will no longer be able to help your friends. I have heard that Hermione has become quite a dish. I guess I will now I will be able to find out for myself."
Harry knew he was just toying with his mind, but what he was saying was the exact things Harry feared most. He was deadly afraid that his relations would be hurt because of their connection with him, and he had sworn to them as well as to himself that they would never get hurt because of that.
Harry finally made it on his elbows and started to lift his body back up. As he got up he spoke, "You will never touch my friends, and I will personally make sure you will not touch a hair on Hermione's head or I will kill you." Harry finally got in a standing position and stood strong to face his archenemy.
Voldemort laughed in his face and looked down at the small teen. "But boy, how can you help her if you are already dead." In a blink, Voldemort brought up his wand and shouted, "Avada Kedavra."
The green light speed out of his wand and headed straight toward Harry. Harry tried to get out of the way, but his muscles screamed from the sudden movement causing him to no longer be able to move.
As the light finally came to rest on his heart, he made a vowed to himself and his friends. "I will never stop fighting, never."
Then with out any more warning, everything went black as a high shrill laugher enveloped Harry's senses.
*
This chapter has been re-edited. Thanks for putting up with me.
Monday