Realizations and a Plan
Harry let out a gasp. Those were the worst memories that he possessed. The day he had betrayed all his friends and his loved ones. The day he had turned dark, the day he took over the role as the next dark lord. No one knew exactly what happened that night after the Weasleys left Harry that night. The only ones who were left to witness what happened were in no mind to actually tell what happened there. Except for one person. Harry Potter. He alone knew what had happened there that night and he had refused to cooperate with all the Ministry Aurors. Nobody allowed dare force him in fear of his dark powers. As he thought about this his thoughts migrated to that fateful night.
After his friends had left Voldemort had performed the initiation ceremony Harry fell unconscious. As Harry came back to his senses he found lying on the ground and a pair of red eyes glaring at him. He got up and looked up at the crooked face of Lord Voldemort his most hated enemy. He pulled up the sleeves of his robe and saw the Dark Mark glowing tar black. He turned back at his nemesis whose twisted to a menacing smile and spoke," Very soon Harry Potter I will show you my full Dark Army. As soon all of my faithful Death Eaters arrive we will set out to capture the world. Together we will do great things."
He turned around and muttered,"Crucio!"
Albus Dumbledore shrieked out in pain. "No." Voldemort faltered hearing the authority in Harry's voice. "N-No!" he stammered. "I don't think I heard you properly. You do want to see me torture this old croony Mudblood loving fool, don't you? Imperio!"
But Harry remained calm and spoke "No. I don't want you to torture Dumbledore."
Voldemort was furious. "You have chose to join me and I don't like people questioning me. Crucio!"
Again Harry was unperturbed. He remained calm. "You know that I am greater than all of these curses Voldemort. Like you I also wouldn't be affected by the mere curses."
By now all of the Death Eaters had arrived and were watching curiosity at the conversation between their Dark Lord and his archrival. Harry looked around and feeling a little confident of his speech now that Voldemort was looking at him with a new understanding. "Today you made me join your companionship. I regret to say that may have been one of the worst decisions of my life but do not doubt that I will take full advantage of it." He added menacingly. Voldemort was still looking at him with a new look in his eyes.
"Very well if that is what you want."
"Then you will appreciate if I send him back at Hogwarts."
"Never. I will never allow you to that." Voldemort spat. He raised his wand threateningly.
"Very well if it has boiled down to this."
"You will die Potter. I planned it as a surprise after I had you dealing with some work I thought I would finish you off. But I underestimated your strength. Even the Dark Mark has been nonetheless just a tattoo in your case. But it doesn't matter. You were right about that Potter, it does end tonight. Tonight I will finally avenge of my suffering by killing you in front of my faithful Death Eaters."
"Well I have to disappoint you but guess again." Harry waved both his hands at the Death Eaters and there was a ear splitting crash and there was a huge wave of dust and smoke. Voldemort cowered and as the smoke cleared and the dust settled he looked up. Harry was floating up a few feet in the air. There was a strange powerful magical aura emanating from him. "Wh-What did you do just now Potter?" There was a hint of fear in his voice.
"That was an Explosion Hex from point blank range."
"B-But yo-you di-didn't"
"Use a wand? Voldemort I don't need a wand anymore to perform magic anymore. I have power that you can only dream of. You cannot stop me anymore."
"I don't believe it." He was positively terrified that Harry could do wandless magic now.
"You better. Because now I would finish what you started today. I told you it would end one way or the other before dawn. I hope now you are ready to face death."
"You cannot kill me. I am the only Dark Lord. Unless there is another ready to take my place I am unstoppable. You cannot kill me now even if you had the power to do it. It will destabilize the entire magical world. The entire world will collapse. You cannot kill me. You cannot kill me." Voldemort laughed a maniacal high-pitched laughter that was enough to turn anybody's blood run cold.
To Voldemort's amusement Harry continued to smile.
"You are right. Killing you would destabilise the magical community. But who told you that the next dark lord is not ready. Tom when you murdered my parents you already knew who your successor was didn't you? The one who would vanquish you? The one who would have unimaginable powers? The one who would defy you six times before finally slaughtering you? I think you know. Even if it somehow escapes your notice, well you are looking at your successor right now."
"You aren't serious?"
"Well guess again Tom tonight you die and my eighteen year long suffering will come to an end."
Voldemort was looking with a defeated look in his eyes. He was too terrified to move. Harry raised both his hands high above and spoke with a strange deep voice "Oh strong earth I beseech you tonight to awake from your slumber. Oh noble wind I beseech you to rise above the hearts tonight. Oh pure water I beseech you to rise above the oceans that you are bound by. Oh powerful fire I beseech you to rise from the grate. The elements of nature, I beseech you to share your strength with me to rid this mortal from the living world. I plead you to grant me my request."
Everything was quiet for a moment. Then a rumble sounded. The entire place started to rock and sway as the floor started to crack. The wind started to blow and whistle inside the room. The fire had arisen from the grate and now it surrounded Harry as a halo. From nowhere cracks appeared in the walls and the ceiling as water started to stream in. Harry opened his eyes. It was not green like his mothers', nor was it red like it was a moment ago, it was bright gold. He spoke with a menacing voice.
"You have resulted in many horrifying deeds mortal. Tonight you will surrender your soul and your life to the natural elements."
Voldemort was looking at Harry as if the very life of him was robbed of him. He was positively horrified. Harry raised his right hand and aimed at Voldemort. A jet of green light struck Voldemort straight in his chest. He screamed out in agony as if he had been struck by the Cruciatus curse.
"This is for my mum."
He raised his left hand and a jet of red light soared through and struck Voldemort straight in his chest again. He again let out a scream even louder.
"This is for my dad."
Then a thinner beam of golden light shot through his eyes and struck his face. Voldemort was now positively howling.
"This is for my suffering, for Cedric for Sirius and for Neville and for all of my friends."
He was pleading to Harry to release him from the pain. Harry looked at him through his golden eyes balls and noticed a certain enjoyment in this task. He was torturing his sworn enemy and he was making him speak the same words he had dreamed of. And...and he was enjoying it. He wanted him to suffer. He never was held under the Cruciatus curse. He wanted him to experience it first hand. But he wasn't suffering just from the Cruciatus curse. Harry had redirected all his frustrations, pain, anguish, and anger and vented it towards Voldemort and using the power of the elements of nature had amplified it many times over. Voldemort was experiencing the effect of a thousand Cruciatus curses at once. Even as he writhed on the floor in agony and his body started to split and the veins started to burst apart he showed no weakness. He was watching with an odd gleam of triumph in his eyes. He was enjoying Voldemort's predicament.
"Potter. Kill me. Death is less painful than this."
Harry laughed at this. An odd maniacal laughter escaped his throat, which sounded odd to him.
"Why scared of the pain, or are you afraid of death?"
Harry had no idea how long he remained there torturing his parents' murderer. Voldemort lay there on the ground thrashing wildly on the ground screaming aloud in pain. His body was starting to feel the pressure. The veins and the arteries in his body started to feel the pain. They started to swell till they slowly started to burst apart under tremendous pressure.
"Giving up already? I thought you would like to be alive for a few more moments. But if you are sure then..."
As he spoke a bright blue light started to emanate from his body pores and it slowly started to approach Voldemort. The light was pure pale blue. As it continued to approach Voldemort the Dark Lord spoke in a raspy whispering voice "You may be my killer Potter but I hereby curse you to all eternity." As he lay in a pool of his own blood the light touched him. It seized him and a blinding flash followed. After a loud blood-piercing scream Voldemort fell dead. The blue haze still glowed within his corpse. Then with another dazzling white light the body split apart to many pieces and his soul separated from his mortal remains.
Slowly the golden haze of his eyes subsided. The halo around him thinned apart. The winds stopped howling, the fire returned to glow in the grate and the earth stopped to growl and the water stopped streaming in the room. Harry collapsed on the ground. He stared at the pieces of Voldemort's body remaining behind. He looked around the room. It was devastated. The earth had cracked and steam was blowing through one of the fissures presumably from one of the sewer pipes underground. There was a huge crater in the centre of the room and there were about a thousand bodies lying around. The Explosion Hex sure did the job. He thought that most of them would be disfigured beyond recognition. Some were a mere pile of robes. Some on the other hand may still be alive but at a heavy price. He looked around and his eyes landed upon a tall person lying on the ground. He had totally forgot about Dumbledore. He hurried over and to his relief the Headmaster was still alive but barely. He was about to pick up Dumbledore and head for the school when a silver jet of substance shot through Voldemort's mangled body parts and entered Harry. It happened so fast that he didn't have time to react. He understood what happened. Voldemort had tricked him again. His soul had now passed onto Harry.
"You son of a bitch."
Maniacal laughter filled his head. He knew his soul was weak now from exhaustion. Voldemort will soon overpower his soul and take care of Dumbledore. He had to take Dumbledore away to somewhere safe. He turned to Voldemort's skull and quickly changed it to a portkey. He placed it in Dumbledore's hands and as Dumbledore opened his eyes slowly.
"Harry." He spoke in a raspy whisper.
"Just go before the transformation was complete."
With a whirl of colours Dumbledore was off to Hogwarts taking Harry's portkey.
Harry suddenly was brought back to his senses as he sat back in his bed. He was in Azkaban. Why were these memories coming back to haunt him? He vaguely remembered what happened next. Voldemort's spirit took control over his body. The Ministry soon arrived and then they faced the wrath of Voldemort in form of Harry Potter. Harry blasted off several hundreds of Ministry members before his own soul started to fight back and when he finally got control over his body he had laid down his defences and allowed to be stunned. Then he was sent off to Azkaban without a trial. Nobody had questioned this decision. Everybody seemed to believe that it was the only course of action left. Soon the Ministry had rounded off all the Death Eaters and they were all sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.
As Harry continued to ponder over this he felt a surge of anger. He recollected that none of his friends nor loved ones had come and stood beside him. He was struck with rage and fury. They all were guilty. They should be punished. None of them had voiced their feelings, they all thought he was the culprit and they all thought that he deserved every bit of that life imprisonment. They all thought he was the cause of the deaths of the five hundred aurors. Everyone apart from the remaining Death Eaters had abandoned him.
They will all pay for their mistakes. Harry swore under his breath. He was going to make them pay. It was not that he suffered much though. Unlike other prisoners in Azkaban he didn't feel the Dementors. Although he had many horrors in his past he had manage to camouflage all that and he remained with his better memories. Even when he thought of his better times in life the Dementors didn't seem to affect him. Then he felt it.
His soul was getting tired and the character of the dark lord was springing forth. He has been suffering from multiple personality disorder. And he felt it coming. He had so far exercised a little control over his dark personality but Azkaban was tiring him down. He felt it. He got down on his knees as his scar leapt in pain. He yelled. This was turning painful. He had never had this much amount of problem transforming into his dual personality. Perhaps he was losing control over it. Then he looked up and got to his feet.
He looked into the mirror and turned his attention to his red eyes. They were the same thin narrow slits. But with his dark personality it didn't have any comfort in it. It was pitiless and rage flowed through it.
He gave a terrifying scream.
"Dumbledore, you Muggle loving swine. I will destroy you for this. You convinced my friends to turn their backs against me. You're going to pay for this." He shrieked.
"Tomorrow 31st July on my thirtieth birthday I will escape Azkaban becoming the second ever to do so. And I will take over Hogwarts within a year and the entire wizarding world will know of the power of the Boy Who Lived. The Boy who survived will rule again. The entire community will face the wrath of Harry Potter."
Harry let out a gasp. Those were the worst memories that he possessed. The day he had betrayed all his friends and his loved ones. The day he had turned dark, the day he took over the role as the next dark lord. No one knew exactly what happened that night after the Weasleys left Harry that night. The only ones who were left to witness what happened were in no mind to actually tell what happened there. Except for one person. Harry Potter. He alone knew what had happened there that night and he had refused to cooperate with all the Ministry Aurors. Nobody allowed dare force him in fear of his dark powers. As he thought about this his thoughts migrated to that fateful night.
After his friends had left Voldemort had performed the initiation ceremony Harry fell unconscious. As Harry came back to his senses he found lying on the ground and a pair of red eyes glaring at him. He got up and looked up at the crooked face of Lord Voldemort his most hated enemy. He pulled up the sleeves of his robe and saw the Dark Mark glowing tar black. He turned back at his nemesis whose twisted to a menacing smile and spoke," Very soon Harry Potter I will show you my full Dark Army. As soon all of my faithful Death Eaters arrive we will set out to capture the world. Together we will do great things."
He turned around and muttered,"Crucio!"
Albus Dumbledore shrieked out in pain. "No." Voldemort faltered hearing the authority in Harry's voice. "N-No!" he stammered. "I don't think I heard you properly. You do want to see me torture this old croony Mudblood loving fool, don't you? Imperio!"
But Harry remained calm and spoke "No. I don't want you to torture Dumbledore."
Voldemort was furious. "You have chose to join me and I don't like people questioning me. Crucio!"
Again Harry was unperturbed. He remained calm. "You know that I am greater than all of these curses Voldemort. Like you I also wouldn't be affected by the mere curses."
By now all of the Death Eaters had arrived and were watching curiosity at the conversation between their Dark Lord and his archrival. Harry looked around and feeling a little confident of his speech now that Voldemort was looking at him with a new understanding. "Today you made me join your companionship. I regret to say that may have been one of the worst decisions of my life but do not doubt that I will take full advantage of it." He added menacingly. Voldemort was still looking at him with a new look in his eyes.
"Very well if that is what you want."
"Then you will appreciate if I send him back at Hogwarts."
"Never. I will never allow you to that." Voldemort spat. He raised his wand threateningly.
"Very well if it has boiled down to this."
"You will die Potter. I planned it as a surprise after I had you dealing with some work I thought I would finish you off. But I underestimated your strength. Even the Dark Mark has been nonetheless just a tattoo in your case. But it doesn't matter. You were right about that Potter, it does end tonight. Tonight I will finally avenge of my suffering by killing you in front of my faithful Death Eaters."
"Well I have to disappoint you but guess again." Harry waved both his hands at the Death Eaters and there was a ear splitting crash and there was a huge wave of dust and smoke. Voldemort cowered and as the smoke cleared and the dust settled he looked up. Harry was floating up a few feet in the air. There was a strange powerful magical aura emanating from him. "Wh-What did you do just now Potter?" There was a hint of fear in his voice.
"That was an Explosion Hex from point blank range."
"B-But yo-you di-didn't"
"Use a wand? Voldemort I don't need a wand anymore to perform magic anymore. I have power that you can only dream of. You cannot stop me anymore."
"I don't believe it." He was positively terrified that Harry could do wandless magic now.
"You better. Because now I would finish what you started today. I told you it would end one way or the other before dawn. I hope now you are ready to face death."
"You cannot kill me. I am the only Dark Lord. Unless there is another ready to take my place I am unstoppable. You cannot kill me now even if you had the power to do it. It will destabilize the entire magical world. The entire world will collapse. You cannot kill me. You cannot kill me." Voldemort laughed a maniacal high-pitched laughter that was enough to turn anybody's blood run cold.
To Voldemort's amusement Harry continued to smile.
"You are right. Killing you would destabilise the magical community. But who told you that the next dark lord is not ready. Tom when you murdered my parents you already knew who your successor was didn't you? The one who would vanquish you? The one who would have unimaginable powers? The one who would defy you six times before finally slaughtering you? I think you know. Even if it somehow escapes your notice, well you are looking at your successor right now."
"You aren't serious?"
"Well guess again Tom tonight you die and my eighteen year long suffering will come to an end."
Voldemort was looking with a defeated look in his eyes. He was too terrified to move. Harry raised both his hands high above and spoke with a strange deep voice "Oh strong earth I beseech you tonight to awake from your slumber. Oh noble wind I beseech you to rise above the hearts tonight. Oh pure water I beseech you to rise above the oceans that you are bound by. Oh powerful fire I beseech you to rise from the grate. The elements of nature, I beseech you to share your strength with me to rid this mortal from the living world. I plead you to grant me my request."
Everything was quiet for a moment. Then a rumble sounded. The entire place started to rock and sway as the floor started to crack. The wind started to blow and whistle inside the room. The fire had arisen from the grate and now it surrounded Harry as a halo. From nowhere cracks appeared in the walls and the ceiling as water started to stream in. Harry opened his eyes. It was not green like his mothers', nor was it red like it was a moment ago, it was bright gold. He spoke with a menacing voice.
"You have resulted in many horrifying deeds mortal. Tonight you will surrender your soul and your life to the natural elements."
Voldemort was looking at Harry as if the very life of him was robbed of him. He was positively horrified. Harry raised his right hand and aimed at Voldemort. A jet of green light struck Voldemort straight in his chest. He screamed out in agony as if he had been struck by the Cruciatus curse.
"This is for my mum."
He raised his left hand and a jet of red light soared through and struck Voldemort straight in his chest again. He again let out a scream even louder.
"This is for my dad."
Then a thinner beam of golden light shot through his eyes and struck his face. Voldemort was now positively howling.
"This is for my suffering, for Cedric for Sirius and for Neville and for all of my friends."
He was pleading to Harry to release him from the pain. Harry looked at him through his golden eyes balls and noticed a certain enjoyment in this task. He was torturing his sworn enemy and he was making him speak the same words he had dreamed of. And...and he was enjoying it. He wanted him to suffer. He never was held under the Cruciatus curse. He wanted him to experience it first hand. But he wasn't suffering just from the Cruciatus curse. Harry had redirected all his frustrations, pain, anguish, and anger and vented it towards Voldemort and using the power of the elements of nature had amplified it many times over. Voldemort was experiencing the effect of a thousand Cruciatus curses at once. Even as he writhed on the floor in agony and his body started to split and the veins started to burst apart he showed no weakness. He was watching with an odd gleam of triumph in his eyes. He was enjoying Voldemort's predicament.
"Potter. Kill me. Death is less painful than this."
Harry laughed at this. An odd maniacal laughter escaped his throat, which sounded odd to him.
"Why scared of the pain, or are you afraid of death?"
Harry had no idea how long he remained there torturing his parents' murderer. Voldemort lay there on the ground thrashing wildly on the ground screaming aloud in pain. His body was starting to feel the pressure. The veins and the arteries in his body started to feel the pain. They started to swell till they slowly started to burst apart under tremendous pressure.
"Giving up already? I thought you would like to be alive for a few more moments. But if you are sure then..."
As he spoke a bright blue light started to emanate from his body pores and it slowly started to approach Voldemort. The light was pure pale blue. As it continued to approach Voldemort the Dark Lord spoke in a raspy whispering voice "You may be my killer Potter but I hereby curse you to all eternity." As he lay in a pool of his own blood the light touched him. It seized him and a blinding flash followed. After a loud blood-piercing scream Voldemort fell dead. The blue haze still glowed within his corpse. Then with another dazzling white light the body split apart to many pieces and his soul separated from his mortal remains.
Slowly the golden haze of his eyes subsided. The halo around him thinned apart. The winds stopped howling, the fire returned to glow in the grate and the earth stopped to growl and the water stopped streaming in the room. Harry collapsed on the ground. He stared at the pieces of Voldemort's body remaining behind. He looked around the room. It was devastated. The earth had cracked and steam was blowing through one of the fissures presumably from one of the sewer pipes underground. There was a huge crater in the centre of the room and there were about a thousand bodies lying around. The Explosion Hex sure did the job. He thought that most of them would be disfigured beyond recognition. Some were a mere pile of robes. Some on the other hand may still be alive but at a heavy price. He looked around and his eyes landed upon a tall person lying on the ground. He had totally forgot about Dumbledore. He hurried over and to his relief the Headmaster was still alive but barely. He was about to pick up Dumbledore and head for the school when a silver jet of substance shot through Voldemort's mangled body parts and entered Harry. It happened so fast that he didn't have time to react. He understood what happened. Voldemort had tricked him again. His soul had now passed onto Harry.
"You son of a bitch."
Maniacal laughter filled his head. He knew his soul was weak now from exhaustion. Voldemort will soon overpower his soul and take care of Dumbledore. He had to take Dumbledore away to somewhere safe. He turned to Voldemort's skull and quickly changed it to a portkey. He placed it in Dumbledore's hands and as Dumbledore opened his eyes slowly.
"Harry." He spoke in a raspy whisper.
"Just go before the transformation was complete."
With a whirl of colours Dumbledore was off to Hogwarts taking Harry's portkey.
Harry suddenly was brought back to his senses as he sat back in his bed. He was in Azkaban. Why were these memories coming back to haunt him? He vaguely remembered what happened next. Voldemort's spirit took control over his body. The Ministry soon arrived and then they faced the wrath of Voldemort in form of Harry Potter. Harry blasted off several hundreds of Ministry members before his own soul started to fight back and when he finally got control over his body he had laid down his defences and allowed to be stunned. Then he was sent off to Azkaban without a trial. Nobody had questioned this decision. Everybody seemed to believe that it was the only course of action left. Soon the Ministry had rounded off all the Death Eaters and they were all sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.
As Harry continued to ponder over this he felt a surge of anger. He recollected that none of his friends nor loved ones had come and stood beside him. He was struck with rage and fury. They all were guilty. They should be punished. None of them had voiced their feelings, they all thought he was the culprit and they all thought that he deserved every bit of that life imprisonment. They all thought he was the cause of the deaths of the five hundred aurors. Everyone apart from the remaining Death Eaters had abandoned him.
They will all pay for their mistakes. Harry swore under his breath. He was going to make them pay. It was not that he suffered much though. Unlike other prisoners in Azkaban he didn't feel the Dementors. Although he had many horrors in his past he had manage to camouflage all that and he remained with his better memories. Even when he thought of his better times in life the Dementors didn't seem to affect him. Then he felt it.
His soul was getting tired and the character of the dark lord was springing forth. He has been suffering from multiple personality disorder. And he felt it coming. He had so far exercised a little control over his dark personality but Azkaban was tiring him down. He felt it. He got down on his knees as his scar leapt in pain. He yelled. This was turning painful. He had never had this much amount of problem transforming into his dual personality. Perhaps he was losing control over it. Then he looked up and got to his feet.
He looked into the mirror and turned his attention to his red eyes. They were the same thin narrow slits. But with his dark personality it didn't have any comfort in it. It was pitiless and rage flowed through it.
He gave a terrifying scream.
"Dumbledore, you Muggle loving swine. I will destroy you for this. You convinced my friends to turn their backs against me. You're going to pay for this." He shrieked.
"Tomorrow 31st July on my thirtieth birthday I will escape Azkaban becoming the second ever to do so. And I will take over Hogwarts within a year and the entire wizarding world will know of the power of the Boy Who Lived. The Boy who survived will rule again. The entire community will face the wrath of Harry Potter."