(A/N: Hello everyone! Yes, I am finally back and ready to release the next chapter of "Harry Potter and Voldemort's Revenge". Now, for all of those who may be worried that the *real* fifth book could have an affect on my story don't be ridiculous! My story has been planned well in advance, and despite any differences and proven-wrong theories of mine, this fanfic is just something to occupy our time. And since it will be so long until the next book comes out, here at least is one more chapter! I know I promised you this chapter back in April, and I deeply apologize for being 4 months over-due. But since you've waited long enough, I'll stop babbling and allow you to read this! A big thanks to everyone who reviewed last time, and further more to those who are still willing to read this fanfic! And the biggest thanks of all to my beta-readers Tracy and Kjirstyn! On with the story...!)
Disclaimer: Well, obviously I own the plot...being as it's so completely different from J.K's version. But I nicked the characters and places. But *shhhh* don't tell anyone! *Warning: no spoilers from "Order of the Phoenix" ahead*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The Tragic Hero*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~~~~~~~~~~~ The Present ~~~~~~~~~~~
Mr. Weasley crossed down the dark corridor quietly, checking over his shoulder to see any movement. It seemed to be deserted in the late hours of the night, though some portraits would watch him walk past suspiciously. His eyes and ears were alert; if anyone caught him...
Carefully, he placed the key in the lock and turned. *click* the door swung quietly open.
"Albus", hissed Mr.Weasley quietly. "Albus..."
~~
"Where can he be!" Ron snapped angrily, kicking the stone gargoyle menacingly.
"Oh no, oh no," muttered Hermione, frantic. Hermione had been unnerved by the notion of Rita Skeeter coming out with Sirius's story; now that Harry had been reported missing. "We should go to McGonagall..."
"No, she'll just yell at us for being out of bed this late, and I am..." Ron trailed off. A faint silver glow came gliding toward them down the corridor. It was the Bloody Baron on a midnight stroll. Hermione seized Ron by the scruff of his neck and the crouched down by the gargoyle, hiding as best they could.
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********** The Past ***********
"I knew it!" hissed Sirius in a deadly whisper. "He is the evil twin!"
Moony's teeth were gritted together, his skin darkening. His hair was lengthening, slowly but surely he was becoming a werewolf. A torrent of growls issued from him through his shallow, rapid breathing. James stood; looking braver then he felt.
"You can't do this," said James in an unsteady voice to Harry. "You can't kill us to save yourself."
"I'm sorry," said Harry breathlessly. He didn't know what else to say, and feared opening his mouth anymore would make him vomit.
"Time for you to prove yourself," said Voldemort, a smile curling upon his lipless face. "How I initiate my followers, Harry, is to allow them to kill," Voldemort paused at the look of horror on Harry's face, "someone that they consider an enemy. Only then, by purging themselves of innocence, can they be marked."
Harry turned his head stiffly to the side, and saw one of the Death Eaters was carrying a red hot poker with the Dark Mark engraved on the end. However, there was no fire around. How could it be hot? Harry's hands began to shake slightly.
"Bring forth the rat," hissed Voldemort, his voice full of mirth. Two Death Eaters seized Wormtail around the arms and forced him forward, away from James, Sirius, and Remus whose nose was turning into a snout with whiskers. Peter fought, but was quickly elbowed harshly in the gut; he was winded and gasping for breath. The Death Eaters tossed Peter on the ground at Harry's feet.
Harry locked eyes with the pathetic being at who was weeping at his feet. "Please," gasped Peter. "No, don't!"
"Kill him Harry," said Voldemort quietly. "You want to; I can see it inside you."
James, Sirius, and Peter were rooted to the spot holding their breath. The surrounding Death Eaters were barely able to control their anticipation. And as though he couldn't control himself, as if he had been planning to do it ever since he was thirteen, Harry reached in his pocket and pulled out his wand. Harry was mesmerized by Peter's watery, overly bright blue eyes. He couldn't see the scared 15-year-old kid laying at his feet begging for mercy. He couldn't hear the frightened squeaks begging for compassion.
"It has happened, My Lord" said a voice in Harry's ear. "The Potter's have made me their secret keeper."
"You killed my parents," said Harry, his eyes widening to a breaking point. He pointed his wand at Peter, blood flowing to his head. Power surging through his veins. "I can save my parents", thought Harry manically. Harry opened his mouth to say the words...
"NO! You can't kill him! You can't!" a voice suddenly erupted inside Harry's head. It was Harry's own voice from three years ago...when he had stopped Peter being killed by Sirius and Remus
Harry stopped. Terrified about what he was going to do.
"Kill him, Harry." hissed Voldemort sharply. "Kill him or I will kill you!" Voldemort threatened, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Harry. Harry didn't hear any of this.
His eyes strayed slightly, and he saw Sirius. White-faced and looking terrified. "Think what he did..." Sirius had implored Harry on that night nearly two years ago.
Harry gripped his wand tighter, ready to cast the spell. Then he caught sight of his father, standing there, his hands shaking.
"I don't reckon my dad would have wanted them to become killers -- just for you"
Harry dropped his wand, ready for the consequences.
"AVADA..." yelled Voldemort
"NO!" screamed James jumping forward, drowning out the last word. Harry saw his father leap toward him, heard a swishing noise blasting through the air, and his vision was obstructed by a bright green light"
And then there was nothing. Blackness. Darkness. Harry seemed to be nowhere. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound issued from his mouth; his couldn't speak. Where were the Death Eaters? Voldemort? His father? Sirius? All gone! Harry tried to speak again, and no sound could be heard.
Harry looked around. He had been here before, in this place consumed in complete darkness. He looked upward to see if his father, maybe even his mother, was going to scribble a message to get out. After a few moments, Harry was getting a little afraid. And he heard footsteps. Harry looked anxiously for who he thought it was.
It wasn't Lady Destiny, as Harry had hoped. It wasn't even Voldemort. It was Cedric Diggory.
"Cedric?" Harry was able to say finally. "Where....what?"
"Hello Harry," said Cedric, smiling weakly.
"What is this place?" Harry asked, awestruck.
"A 'tween." said Cedric. Before Harry could ask, Cedric went on. "A space. A doorway. The place between life and death."
"Have I...Am I...dead?" said Harry, feeling quite nauseated. But surely dead people can't feel nauseated.
"Yes and no," said Cedric quietly.
"How can I, are you...but didn't Voldemort ki, er, I mean take your life?" said Harry apprehensively.
"Yes," said Cedric heavily. "I am dead. And so are you, but" said Cedric quickly as Harry opened his mouth again. "You must go back..."
"I..." Harry began.
"This isnt your destiny, Harry," said Cedric sadly. "Your parents are waiting for you, but we're not ready for you. And them..." Cedric said, pointing over Harry's shoulder, "they're not ready to lose you. You must go back before you're trapped in the Valley of Death. Go! Grab the Green Torch and get back to your own time. Things will be different, but you'll be safe. Go, now!" yelled Cedric before Harry could say another word. Feeling very confused, Harry turned.
There was an ordinary wooden door facing him. Harry reached for the knob, and turned it. There was a white, dazzling light and Harry stepped through.
(A/N: *sigh* And finally the end of another chapter. Now, if you ever hope to learn what happens with MWPP, Dumbledore, or Ron and Hermione you must REVIEW! WAAAHHHHAAAAAHHAAA*cough*cough* damn cold...and in July! Anyway, I hope I haven't let you down, er..too much with this chapter! No, seriously, I won't threaten never to update again if I don't get a certain amount of reviews. That would make me not want to review. :\ but if your cursor should so happen to be near that little blue button below, I would deeply appreciate your thoughts. I'll admit that reviews do encourage me to update. *winks* Interestingly enough, I've already got a good idea for a sequel to this fanfic. *wink*wink* TTYL! Love ya! *Kara*)
Disclaimer: Well, obviously I own the plot...being as it's so completely different from J.K's version. But I nicked the characters and places. But *shhhh* don't tell anyone! *Warning: no spoilers from "Order of the Phoenix" ahead*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The Tragic Hero*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~~~~~~~~~~~ The Present ~~~~~~~~~~~
Mr. Weasley crossed down the dark corridor quietly, checking over his shoulder to see any movement. It seemed to be deserted in the late hours of the night, though some portraits would watch him walk past suspiciously. His eyes and ears were alert; if anyone caught him...
Carefully, he placed the key in the lock and turned. *click* the door swung quietly open.
"Albus", hissed Mr.Weasley quietly. "Albus..."
~~
"Where can he be!" Ron snapped angrily, kicking the stone gargoyle menacingly.
"Oh no, oh no," muttered Hermione, frantic. Hermione had been unnerved by the notion of Rita Skeeter coming out with Sirius's story; now that Harry had been reported missing. "We should go to McGonagall..."
"No, she'll just yell at us for being out of bed this late, and I am..." Ron trailed off. A faint silver glow came gliding toward them down the corridor. It was the Bloody Baron on a midnight stroll. Hermione seized Ron by the scruff of his neck and the crouched down by the gargoyle, hiding as best they could.
~~
********** The Past ***********
"I knew it!" hissed Sirius in a deadly whisper. "He is the evil twin!"
Moony's teeth were gritted together, his skin darkening. His hair was lengthening, slowly but surely he was becoming a werewolf. A torrent of growls issued from him through his shallow, rapid breathing. James stood; looking braver then he felt.
"You can't do this," said James in an unsteady voice to Harry. "You can't kill us to save yourself."
"I'm sorry," said Harry breathlessly. He didn't know what else to say, and feared opening his mouth anymore would make him vomit.
"Time for you to prove yourself," said Voldemort, a smile curling upon his lipless face. "How I initiate my followers, Harry, is to allow them to kill," Voldemort paused at the look of horror on Harry's face, "someone that they consider an enemy. Only then, by purging themselves of innocence, can they be marked."
Harry turned his head stiffly to the side, and saw one of the Death Eaters was carrying a red hot poker with the Dark Mark engraved on the end. However, there was no fire around. How could it be hot? Harry's hands began to shake slightly.
"Bring forth the rat," hissed Voldemort, his voice full of mirth. Two Death Eaters seized Wormtail around the arms and forced him forward, away from James, Sirius, and Remus whose nose was turning into a snout with whiskers. Peter fought, but was quickly elbowed harshly in the gut; he was winded and gasping for breath. The Death Eaters tossed Peter on the ground at Harry's feet.
Harry locked eyes with the pathetic being at who was weeping at his feet. "Please," gasped Peter. "No, don't!"
"Kill him Harry," said Voldemort quietly. "You want to; I can see it inside you."
James, Sirius, and Peter were rooted to the spot holding their breath. The surrounding Death Eaters were barely able to control their anticipation. And as though he couldn't control himself, as if he had been planning to do it ever since he was thirteen, Harry reached in his pocket and pulled out his wand. Harry was mesmerized by Peter's watery, overly bright blue eyes. He couldn't see the scared 15-year-old kid laying at his feet begging for mercy. He couldn't hear the frightened squeaks begging for compassion.
"It has happened, My Lord" said a voice in Harry's ear. "The Potter's have made me their secret keeper."
"You killed my parents," said Harry, his eyes widening to a breaking point. He pointed his wand at Peter, blood flowing to his head. Power surging through his veins. "I can save my parents", thought Harry manically. Harry opened his mouth to say the words...
"NO! You can't kill him! You can't!" a voice suddenly erupted inside Harry's head. It was Harry's own voice from three years ago...when he had stopped Peter being killed by Sirius and Remus
Harry stopped. Terrified about what he was going to do.
"Kill him, Harry." hissed Voldemort sharply. "Kill him or I will kill you!" Voldemort threatened, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Harry. Harry didn't hear any of this.
His eyes strayed slightly, and he saw Sirius. White-faced and looking terrified. "Think what he did..." Sirius had implored Harry on that night nearly two years ago.
Harry gripped his wand tighter, ready to cast the spell. Then he caught sight of his father, standing there, his hands shaking.
"I don't reckon my dad would have wanted them to become killers -- just for you"
Harry dropped his wand, ready for the consequences.
"AVADA..." yelled Voldemort
"NO!" screamed James jumping forward, drowning out the last word. Harry saw his father leap toward him, heard a swishing noise blasting through the air, and his vision was obstructed by a bright green light"
And then there was nothing. Blackness. Darkness. Harry seemed to be nowhere. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound issued from his mouth; his couldn't speak. Where were the Death Eaters? Voldemort? His father? Sirius? All gone! Harry tried to speak again, and no sound could be heard.
Harry looked around. He had been here before, in this place consumed in complete darkness. He looked upward to see if his father, maybe even his mother, was going to scribble a message to get out. After a few moments, Harry was getting a little afraid. And he heard footsteps. Harry looked anxiously for who he thought it was.
It wasn't Lady Destiny, as Harry had hoped. It wasn't even Voldemort. It was Cedric Diggory.
"Cedric?" Harry was able to say finally. "Where....what?"
"Hello Harry," said Cedric, smiling weakly.
"What is this place?" Harry asked, awestruck.
"A 'tween." said Cedric. Before Harry could ask, Cedric went on. "A space. A doorway. The place between life and death."
"Have I...Am I...dead?" said Harry, feeling quite nauseated. But surely dead people can't feel nauseated.
"Yes and no," said Cedric quietly.
"How can I, are you...but didn't Voldemort ki, er, I mean take your life?" said Harry apprehensively.
"Yes," said Cedric heavily. "I am dead. And so are you, but" said Cedric quickly as Harry opened his mouth again. "You must go back..."
"I..." Harry began.
"This isnt your destiny, Harry," said Cedric sadly. "Your parents are waiting for you, but we're not ready for you. And them..." Cedric said, pointing over Harry's shoulder, "they're not ready to lose you. You must go back before you're trapped in the Valley of Death. Go! Grab the Green Torch and get back to your own time. Things will be different, but you'll be safe. Go, now!" yelled Cedric before Harry could say another word. Feeling very confused, Harry turned.
There was an ordinary wooden door facing him. Harry reached for the knob, and turned it. There was a white, dazzling light and Harry stepped through.
(A/N: *sigh* And finally the end of another chapter. Now, if you ever hope to learn what happens with MWPP, Dumbledore, or Ron and Hermione you must REVIEW! WAAAHHHHAAAAAHHAAA*cough*cough* damn cold...and in July! Anyway, I hope I haven't let you down, er..too much with this chapter! No, seriously, I won't threaten never to update again if I don't get a certain amount of reviews. That would make me not want to review. :\ but if your cursor should so happen to be near that little blue button below, I would deeply appreciate your thoughts. I'll admit that reviews do encourage me to update. *winks* Interestingly enough, I've already got a good idea for a sequel to this fanfic. *wink*wink* TTYL! Love ya! *Kara*)