Title: Missing Hero

Summary: Voldemort is gathering power and the magical world is seeing the dark cloud rolling in. The magical world now looks to their hero; there's only one problem he's disappeared.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or anything associated with the Harry Potter series, now or hereafter, they are owned by J.K Rowling and I am not claiming them as my own. This is a fan fiction piece, which means I am writing this for fun not money

Author's note: I hope you enjoy.

A scream echoed over the Hogwarts grounds chilling the hearts of anyone who heard it. Harry Potter watched in horror as he saw himself and Cedric's body arrive, holding the Triwizard cup, upon the Hogwarts grounds. He watched as the whole school population ran towards the two still figures. Bits and pieces of yells and screams echoed eerily over the grounds like the cries of distant ghosts or memories. Two lines, however, was heard above the rest, 'He's dead! Cedric Diggory is dead!'

The silent watcher of the scene, shuddered inside at that simple statement.

'He's dead!'

'Cedric Diggory is dead!'

The words seemed to plague and torment him as they played over and over like a broken record.

'He's dead, he's dead, he's dead! HE'S DEAD!'

Harry pulled himself away his self-pitying thoughts yet the words still played in the background.

His eyes followed Professor Dumbledore as he pushed through the crowd gathered around the two boys. Harry followed behind him his body eerily seen by him but by the reaction, or lack of, he guessed that no one else could see him.

Two Harry Potters would have caused more of a reaction, which would have included mass heart attacks from the Slytherins, especially Severus Snape.

He following closer and watched as Dumbledore knelt down next to his other self. The other Harry's eyes opened and stared up into the sky. Eyes glazed as they stared off into the heaven without recognition of his surroundings. Harry's eyes moved from the other him, which he dubbed double ganger, to Cedric's lifeless body, those eyes held no life and his stare seemed to be looking straight up at him as if accusing him of his fate.

Harry backed up passing through the people around him as if they were mists or he was a ghost. He couldn't take it any more he had to get away. He worked his way away from the crowd until he stood on a slight raise over looking the chaos.

He didn't want to hear the first words out of double ganger's mouth, he already knew that Voldemort was back. He didn't want to hear that statement again. His mind however seem to have disconnected from his wishes for the words were there in the background.

'He's dead!' they seemed to have adopted a singsong quality while had hadn't been listening. That or he had finally snapped, at least Rita Skeeter would have something true to publish.

He felt a presence next to him and he turned his head slightly to see Voldemort standing next to him. His red eyes were focused on the scene in front of them. He could see an evil smile curling his lips. Harry didn't move he felt empty inside, no fear or pain, nothing.

"What are you going to do now?" Harry asked of his enemy.

Voldemort turned and fixed his cold stare on Harry. No pain accompanied that action.

Harry knew at once that this was a dream, 'No, a nightmare,' he told himself.

"Gather my men and punish those that have abandoned me," Voldemort coldly said looking down at the boy, Harry thought he could have pulled it off better if he had a nose to look down. "Then I will come after you!"

Harry just shrugged his shoulders, uncaring, he knew that part was going to happen.

"If you had come to my side none of this would have happened," Voldemort hissed.

The snake-man spread his arms to indicate what was happening on the field in front of them. "I could have saved you from that pain and loss."

"You my have saved my from this pain but you would have loaded on some other kind later on," Harry bit back.

That being said didn't stop his eyes travelling back to the scene in front of him. Remembering anew the pain, confusion and sorrow that followed after his meeting with Voldemort.

His guilty and pitying thought returned to him. It was his fault that the man next to him existed again, to plague the magical world into terror. It was his fault that Cedric had died, causing the whole of Hogwarts to feel the pain of Voldemort's actions. He watched as he saw his double ganger be led away from the crowd leaning heavily on Mad-eye Moody.

"What are you going to do?" Voldemort asked watching the double ganger being led into the school by his spy.

"I don't know." Harry said head bowed.

Voldemort reached out a pale skeleton like hand and grabbed his arm.

Pain shot through Harry starting from where Voldemort's pale fingers where wrapped. Harry looked up at Voldemort shocked pain etched on his face as he slowly sunk to his knees.

"What? …How?" Harry asked through gritted teeth.

"Let this be a reminder." Voldemort hissed before darkness surrounded Harry, dragging him down into their welcoming depths.

Harry woke with a start covered in sweat in his four-poster bed. It took awhile for him to realise where he was, when he did, he layed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling in deep thought. He didn't hear the other boys wake and exit the room, heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast. In fact he was sure a bomb could go off right next to him and he wouldn't have blinked.

"Harry? Harry?" He could hear the soft voice of his best friend, Ron, calling him.

Harry rolled over and opened the curtains around his four-poster bed. There stood his red-haired friend a frown on his face. It was unlike Harry to sleep in this late. Harry smiled at him however inside he felt the opposite.

"I'll meet you down there, Ron," Harry told him getting out of the bed. Ron's frown deepened. "I'm fine Ron, don't worry." Harry added quickly.

"If you say so, mate. I'll meet you down there okay," Ron said heading for the door, he grabbed the door handle then stopped. "If Fred or George offer you anything don't take it," Ron warned. "They're testing out some new products."

Ron shook his head a smile on his lips as he disappeared out the door.

Harry looked at the door a smile on his own faced at the twin antics. Last night could easily be called entertaining as they had been offering lollies to anyone game enough to take them.

Neville had been the only one in the room to take one to sample the lollies. Harry laughed quietly at the memory, Neville had become a human lizard, tail and teeth were just a few of the abnormities that the lollies granted. The common room had been in stiches until some one noticed Fifteen minutes later that Neville hadn't changed back. The twins received a week worth of detention when McGonagal was called on the scene. Neville was carted off to the hospital wing and he hadn't come back, Harry noted as he looked over at the boy's bed.

Images of his nightmare and others like it, flashed through his mind. His amusement deserted him quicker that some one farting in a crowded room. These images were wearing him down.

'Maybe that's Voldemort's plan,' Harry thought. 'He will drive me crazy with waiting.'

No one had seen hide nor hair of Voldemort, not that anyone wanted to with a mug like his, the magical world still believed he hadn't come to power. They still lived in an ignorant bubble of lying politicians. Harry knew just how wrong they were for he was the one that had to feel the pain in his scar. His stomach would turn over whenever he felt that pain for he knew that some one some where were being tortured or killed. It was wearing him down.

His friends were the only ones keeping him from stepping over that line of sanity and into the unknown territory of insanity. He didn't know what he would do without them, a situation he didn't want to find himself in. That's what scared him the most, losing them at the hands of Voldemort.

Harry was now dressed in his school uniform he reached out a hand and grabbed the door handle. That was when the pain assaulted him without warning.