Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters belong to J.K.Rowling, Warner Brothers and its affiliates; it does not belong to me.

Rating: M.

Note: At the request of some reviewers and peers, I did make some alteration in the narrative, so this is the revised version; though the majority of the content will be the same as the previous chapter, bar for few lines and scenes. Tell me if this one is acceptable or not; see a request made by me at the Author's Notes.

Chapter 1: Harry Potter's Death

For the last few months, without any warning, the environmental conditions of Wizarding World changed. All these changes commenced towards late November and were in full-effect by early December. Though the winter days were shorter, but it became darker, colder, and very tempestuous. Dark and cold were ordinary during winter months; nevertheless, thunderstorms and tempests were not usually seen much during wintry weather. Even in the Muggle world was not spared. Hurricanes, tsunamis, heavy rainfall, and floods, including severe seismic activities were taking place simultaneously at several parts of the world; the wizarding meteorologist, and other people who studied the weather and other climatic conditions, were at a loss, for they had no explanation for the sudden change in ambient factors.

Today is 31st January. Ginny took out a diary from under her desk, tears and melancholy evident in her visage; the journal was generally placed in the second box on the right side of the desk. After that Ginny took one of the pens, which was commonly placed on the left side of her writing table and the table lamp on the opposite side; then she went to her bed and slowly she began to write…

I will miss you, Harry; Harry, you were the one and only love of my life, even though you didn't love me that way. You loved me as your own surrogate sister, a friend, and for that I'll always be thankful and indebted. How many times you have endangered and jeopardized your very life, just to protect others. You gambled and risked your life, so that others won't go through the same loss and pain, which you went through. So that others, especially your friends and loved ones, would be happy and content. But you didn't know that amongst your friends, some of them were wolf under the sheep skins.

Few teardrops fell from Ginny's eyes on the diary, onto the ink, splotching her writing. But she didn't care. She had to vent her anger somewhere...

I had learnt of Ron's, Hermione's, and everyone else in my family, excluding me, and even some of the Order members' betrayal and treachery against you. Damn, more than half the Order people follow Dumblefuck, as if he is the mother hen and they are the chicks. I hate Dumbledore, just as much as I hate Tom for murdering you. They both were accountable and liable for your death. I never knew why Dumbledore wanted to you dead. Maybe it's because of your money; after all my entire family and Hermione are certainly enjoying their lives, with the money they had gotten from your will; but I didn't take a Knut. I hate my family and the Light side. I will hate them forever.

My family didn't care that you almost got yourself killed to protect the Sorcerer's Stone. They didn't remember that you had almost died just to protect me from Tom Riddle and Salazar's Basilisk. They didn't recall how you fought with him in the fourth year to bring back Cedric's dead body back to his parents. All they did was bad-mouthing you; criticizing about you, saying that you were fork-tongued snake, since you could speak Parseltongue, and spewed false news about you in the "Daily Prophet." They said that you were a dark wizard in the making, after Sirius died, to the newspaper correspondents. The Order members, my family, including Hermione, Neville stooped far lower than Snape. I will never forgive them. NEVER!

P.S. I gave up my family name after I had learnt of their deception to you.

Ginny no name.

Harry Potter was dead; he had been dead for four months. Harry Potter was buried near Godric's Hollow, where his parent's tomb dwelled. His crypt was a mixture of whitish-grey colour and was made of granite. Entire Wizarding World was plaintive and alarmed at the same time; somber and mournful because a bright young boy died, who himself led a very disconsolate and unhappy existence. Alarmed and dreaded because he was the "Prophecy Child;" the only child who could save the Wizarding World from the terror known as Lord Voldemort.

In October 31st of Harry's sixth year, Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape, under the orders of Lord Voldemort, had succeeded in abducting him right under the nose of Dumbledore. When the evidence of Harry's kidnapping was found, Dumbledore and his members of the Order of the Phoenix had launched a huge search to find the boy. They were little late to find the boy; he was dead.

Lord Voldemort murdered Harry Potter. There was full evidence that Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters tortured him, abused and tormented him before his death. He had been raped, violated, defiled at least multiple times, by multiple and different people, including Tom himself.

Unfortunately, the entire Wizarding World didn't know that Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters weren't the only people who wanted to see Harry Potter dead. Some people from the so-called purified "Light side" also wanted to see Harry Potter dead, other than the Ministry. Amongst them were Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix members.

Voldemort, the terror of the Wizarding World, who was too much feared to be named the by the many inhabitants of the Wizarding population, was very exhilarated and contented. He along with his followers, called Death Eaters, were celebrating the death of their number one adversary, after Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter.

"Ha!" What did he utter to me?" As he recollected the last minutes of Potter's demise, "I will rue his DEATH! I'll never RUE his DEATH!" Tom talked with himself. He never realized how wrong he was.

Harry Potter, the only one who had always stand in their way, was dead, for once and for all. This time there was no one who could protect the child, no! Not child, but the teenager. Not his father, James Potter; His Godfather, Sirius Black; and particularly his cursed mudblood mother, Lily Evans Potter. After all, it was because of his abominable mother, that the Killing Curse was deflected the very first time.

They all had participated in his last moments of his life. Everyone had taken his or her turn to rape him, violate him; to hear him scream and yell, beg for mercy. Most of them had participated in raping Harry, molesting and defiling him, while others had taken part in torturing and tormenting him. Severus Snape had a special delight in cutting him, bleeding him, pouring salt over those open wounds, before participating with others in raping him.

By the end, after all of them were done with him, Harry was completely broken and shattered. His spirit, his moral fiber and will live was completely broken.

Tom Riddle a.k.a Lord Voldemort, presided regally in his throne room, drinking red wine from his crystal glass; he looked like the younger Tom Riddle, when he was at Hogwarts, rather than the white chalk-faced, bald, skeletal figure. At present he particularly, reminisced the last moments of his adversary's life:

"Potter, how lovely do you look, don't you? After today, you'll no longer be an obstacle in my path. Neither in my path to gain immortality, nor in my path to destroy the Wizarding World." Tom waited for a few moments as if contemplating something.

Then he laughed cruelly, along with his Death Eaters who were either mocking him or chanting various obscenities at him. "Whore!" Someone said.

"The Boy-Who-Lived is our concubine!"

"Toy!"

"Whore! Slut! Such a fine name for you isn't it, my pet!" He laughed coldly and cruelly again.

Harry didn't say anything. Evidence of tears was on his face; his face was completely calmed, lifeless, and dull. Blood and some whitish sticky fluid mixed all around him on the floor, small amount of blood and whitish fluid streamed down from his own body even now.

"Darling, do you have anything to say, before I kill you. After all, everyone has a dying wish, so you must have one, too?"

When Harry looked up at him, he said in dull, indifferent, and a cold voice to him, "Tom, remember this: I'll never forgive you. NEVER! There will be a time, you'll come asking for my forgiveness, and I'll never forgive you. You'll do everything in your power to get me, to gain my mercy and absolution, and I will only give you HATE! Hate for what you've done to me; Hate for your ignorance. I'll give you DEATH! NOT IMMORTALITY! One day, Lord Voldemort, you and your Death Eaters, will curse the day you all have killed me. THIS IS A PROMISE!"

"Never ever call me TOM! I'm Lord Voldemort!"

Lord Voldemort had flown into a cold, aggressive, and venomous rage, when Harry had called him "Tom," and he defiled and tormented him once again. His Death Eaters had taken an additional turn for his disobedient and defiant conduct.

"Potter, know this, I will never rue your DEATH! Your demise and ruin is like quenching my thirst for water; I promise you that your death is the most beautiful thing, next to destroying Dumbledore. So prepare to meet your parents and Godfather, Harry"

"Avada Kedavra!" The jet green light flashed around him, and Harry body fell to the ground limply, without a sound.

What Lord Voldemort didn't realize at that moment was that he would one day indeed rue Harry Potter's death, both he and his Death Eaters. Harry Potter's dying words will come true; every single word he spoke. Not today, not tomorrow, but a year from now when Tom will come to know the truth that Harry knew. He, would at that time, would indeed curse at his pathetic, wretched, sorrowful life.

After all, truth always comes out; it never remains hidden. People may try to cover a truth with several white lies, but the TRUTH always had a way of coming out.

Dumbledore, the head of the Order of the Phoenix, as well as the Headmaster of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was currently sitting in his office and eating his Lemon Drops. He was truly very very happy, delighted, and gleeful; Harry Potter had finally died. Not in the hands of his enemy, Lord Voldemort. He died in the hands of his soul mate, lover, and mate, Lord Voldemort. Only Dumbledore and his Order members knew the entire truth (Harry Potter only came to know the complete truth, later on). Dumbledore was thinking and contemplating several things at once.

"Tom, by the time you understand this truth, it'll be already too late. Ha! Always thought of yourself as the clever one, didn't you; but like everyone, you're nothing but a complete dunce and a moron!" blather-ed Dumbledore calmly, although his tone sounded different. Most of his facial features were like that of a maniac or a lunatic, with his grandfatherly smile filling the rest of his face.

Lord Voldemort was never aware of this: Harry Potter was his bonded and destined soul mate. He had always thought Harry Potter as his enemy, his adversary. Tom considered him to be enemy because he was the only one able to deflect his Killing Curse not one times, but three times; Harry Potter was the only one who stood in his path, defeated him and prevented him from achieving his goals. But Tom, in reality, was a fool (Dumbledore thought); surely he prided himself for being Salazar Slytherin's heir, self-conceited himself for his cunningness and deviousness to know the truth. Nevertheless, he never realized this important truth. This truth, which not only had the power to give Tom immortality, but also the power to rule the entire universe itself for all eternity.

"If you had known the truth, you'd have done everything in your power to protect and defend him from me, not the other way round. Now, Lord Voldemort, you'll never gain IMMORTALITY!" He rambled on.

He then reminisced the time when Harry came to know the truth; Minerva McGonagall and Molly Weasley's idiocy allowed to Harry to know the truth. They both were having an argument, which Harry had heard:

"Harry can't know this. Do you understand, Molly? If he does, then the Light side is doomed." Minerva was practically screeching.

Harry came down slowly and quietly from the upper rooms of the Grimmauld Place, after hearing loud noises from downstairs; he couldn't sleep because of the clamor and racket. From the voices, he could identify Professor McGonagall and Molly Weasley fighting about something, and Dumbledore trying to pacify them both; what he heard made both his heart and body go cold.

"Tom Riddle is Harry's bonded soul mate; if Harry were to know this truth, he will never help us to fight against him." Dumbledore answered.

"But it's not possible. You-Know-Who and Harry cannot be possibly be lovers, let alone life-mates. This is preposterous!" Molly shrieked, "What about the Prophecy you told Harry?"

"The prophecy I told Harry was a FAKE. It was a charade, a sham; I told him in such a way that Harry assumed that he was the only one who could defeat Lord Voldemort, which is true after all."

"You lied to him, Albus?"

"If Harry were to know the actual and the real prophecy, Minerva, then not only he will help Voldemort, but his power in combination with Dark Lord will actually have the power to destroy the Light forever. Not only that, but Tom will also gain immortality, by understanding LOVE."

"But-But..." Molly interjected, "What about Severus? Does he know the real prophecy?"

"The only thing Severus knows is what he heard of Sibyl Trelawney's saying..." Dumbledore told calmly, "And that was a part of another prophecy, not Harry's and Tom's..."

As they were talking, they suddenly heard a crash outside; they came out of the room and saw Harry near the door. Hate and anguish was evident in his eyes for all of them to see.

"How could you do this to me?" Pain and hurt evident in his words and voice.

Before Harry could run or do anything, Dumbledore stunned and obliviated him, so that he wouldn't remember anything.

Then turning into a cold stony face with emotionless voice he said: "You're nothing but a weapon to destroy your mate."

Slowly, McGonagall and Molly's face had also taken the same emotion; they both looked at Harry with disgust and abhor because he was Tom's mate.

Unluckily, the charm didn't work, but Dumbledore didn't realize this, not until too late.

Dumbledore then emotionlessly said his customary axiom while gazing at Harry, who was on the floor, unconscious:

"The only thing I care about is the protection of the Light. For that I will do anything and everything. Harry, you're nothing but a weapon to destroy Tom. You'll either destroy Voldemort or be destroyed by him. That's all I care about. I can and will sacrifice anything to defeat Tom! And no one will stand in my way!" Dumbledore said at that time.

Slowly, Dumbledore came out of his reverie and musings; what Dumbledore didn't comprehend was that his "Light side" was doomed.

Presently, outside the Hogwarts, the weather and the atmospheric conditions changed abruptly. Instead of being sunny mid-afternoon to combat the approaching cold night; the entire sky had gone completely dark. Not dark as nighttime black, but dark nonetheless; but generally speaking it was whitish-grayish-dark. Meaning on one side sun's light was reflecting through big heavy puffy white clouds giving the sky an appearance yellowish-silver-white colour; on the opposite side heavy dark clouds moved unexpectedly towards light side covering the light area with its dark clouds. Lighting and thunder cackled throughout the sky dangerously. Strong winds and zephyrs picked up fiercely out of the blue. The waves crashed against the rocks powerfully and forcefully. (An observer would say that it looked as if the nature was battling against and with each other) Elements of light and darkness were clashing against each other as if it were trying to bring about chaos and destruction on the entire world; especially, annihilation and devastation from which neither the Light Side nor the Dark Side would escape unscathed. The blood of the innocent one cried for justice and pleaded to obliterate them both.

Author Notes: After getting such huge response from the reviewers, I'll continue the story; moreover; it'll be HPLV.

Request: Although I proofread a chapter, before posting online, to the best of my ability, a beta-reader would be appreciated. The beta-reader should have knowledge few foreign languages like Latin and Greek etc (I don't know Latin and other foreign languages, hence I'll be making translations using Altavista site, so I need someone to check if my translation is correct or not). Secondly, he or she must know some of the anime/manga series, particularly, Inu Yasha, Yu-Gi-Oh! (Not the GX series), and Digimon, etc. Just leave an e-mail address at the review. Thank you.

By the way, I'm almost done with the chapter 2 of my story, so if anyone wants to beta-read my chapter, I'll happy to do so. Otherwise, the chapter will be posted online by next week.

Question: I want to incorporate a few of the anime and manga story themes into my tale would it be possible? Like for example, If I only want to use the Egyptian Gods (those who watch Yu-Gi-Oh! series should know, what I'm talking about) into my story, and not any other characters from that show. Can I do that, without making my story a crossover with that series?

Flames will be accepted if it comes with constructive criticism.