-1Chapter 7-The amulet

Harry's head pounded as he regained his senses. Slowly he pulled himself up and began to observe his surroundings. He was somehow in a rundown city. The buildings barely remained standing , the windows boarded up. The streets were covered in grim. Where ever he was, it was a dark place.

He slowly made his way down the street, occasionally stopping to scratch his aching back. Eventually he reached a four way stop and looked for any life. He found none, as the silent echoes reached his ears. The streets were named after torture methods once he determined where he was. To his left and right, down a street called "Skinned" he saw gruesome sights. Bodies hung from buildings with no skin, hinting the name of the street.

Harry gagged and continued straight through "Impaled" hoping to find some life. Only a few blocks down did he finally see a human being. Only the human wasn't alive. The body laid impaled on a pike lining the sidewalk along with dozens of other bodies. Whoever was responsible for such horrid murders Harry hoped to not cross his path.

Harry circled the spot hoping to see anything that would be helpful. Only then did he notice the lights on in the church. Not wanting to stay in one spot, he made a bee-line for the sanctuary. Once to the safety of the chapel grounds did he slow. With a sigh of relief he opened the heavy oak door and entered.

Inside was a small group of people, who looked worse for the ware. They wore bloodied clothes and dirt covered what skin could be seen. As soon as the door closed behind him did they turn and stare in horror. He must have looked no better having been covered in grim from the street and his back bloodied from his still itchy scratch.

"You are not welcomed here beast." A man from the front said. He wore a worn robe and seemed to be in charge. "I'm sorry for intruding but I woke up here and need some information. Anything would be helpful." Harry replied still standing in the entrance. "If you will leave then so be it." He said stepping down and approaching Harry. The others in the pew keep a wary eye on Harry but continued to pray to whatever god they believed would save them.

"You are in the city of the damned. Lost souls come here to be found." He said. This struck him as odd. Why was he here? He hadn't died, unless the amulet did this to him, but he hadn't woke up with it anywhere nearby. "Sir, I haven't died. At least I think so. I woke up here after I opened this amulet." As soon as the words left his mouth the man freaked. "The amulet brought you…YOUR ONE OF HIS…..GET OUT…..LEAVE OUR HOLY PLACE." His screams alerted the others and they soon made their way to attack Harry. He reached for his wand but didn't find it, only to relies it hadn't been on him before he was transported here. So doing the only thing he could, he ran right out of the church and found the nearest, safest building.

Hermione and Ron stayed up late during the nights looking through every book they could hoping to find answers as to Harry's disappearance. It had been a week and as each day passed they grew tired from worry and some were losing hope that he would be found and brought home safely. Some believed he was captured by Voldemort and dead by now, or that he had been sucked into the amulet. Both possibilities brought little hope to the friends of one Harry Potter.

It had been twenties year since Harry found himself trapped in this strange world of torture and fear. From what he had gathered this version of hell was inside the amulet created by Voldemort to house the fragment of his soul. In fact that piece ruled this plane of existence and had ordered all the tortured deaths that filled the streets. However much time passed, his body remained the same; growing in strength but not in age. By now Harry didn't remember his home, or his friends but knew their was another world he once lived in. He fighting his way back.

Harry had hidden in an deserted building close to the church where not many foul things ventured in fear of what survivors their were. Whenever a creature did get to close Harry would take it out before anyone was hurt or killed. The few people knew of his heroics and would bring him food. However during the full moon the would avoid the area. They knew that Harry was no ordinary human, but had enough of a soul to keep them safe, so in return they fed him.

Just as Remus feared, Harry had been consumed by the poison of the moon. Every full moon he would change, and lose all humanity in the process. If hungry he could be found feasting on the fresh victims on the street. However during the last few months he had fought for control and was slowly winning the battle against his inner beast. This month was the final test to see if he could completely control it. If so the living humans would help him find Voldemort's soul fragment and if destroyed Harry would be sent home and they would be freed.

The moon came and Harry battled for control. The painful process finally subsided and Harry remained human. The struggle had its toll as Harry fought to breath, and even stand. His hunger was brutal and his sense beyond an animals. The control was their giving Harry newfound strength. With it, the dark lord stood no chance. Not in this hell at least.

Two weeks after his beast was calmed the humans lead him to a castle high above the city. The large walls house the foul beast the dark lord controlled. With inhuman strength Harry jumped the 50 foot tall walls and made his way inside. Tonight was the night that fear and suffering died.

Demons traveled the hall. Each its own gruesome sight. Some oozed pus and acid, others were skinned and slimy. Each fell at Harry's feet, heads removed from the body or their chest cleaved in two. Either way Harry's path was clear to the throne room.

Voldemort sat in his throne surrounded by skulls of his victims. His eyes narrowed into slits as Harry entered stained by foul and inhuman blood of his loyal servants of hell. "Harry Potter." He hissed out in venom. "Voldemort." Harry replied his voiced laced with just as much hatred. No other words were spoken as Harry lunged across the room, changing into the beast he was in mid-leap.

Voldemort didn't know what happened as a large wolverine pinned him to the marble floor. Claws ripped his guts from his insides and he choked on his own blood as two yellow orbs pierced his soulless gaze. The world around them became fuzzy as the source of its existence faded into darkness. Harry changed back and smiled at his dying form. "It begins." was all he said as the fragment of Voldemort's soul was destroyed and the world around him imploded as the amulet was inflicted by a massive amount of magic causing it to dissolve. Where it once laid in the safety of his old room, Harry now stood.

The year passed by slowly. With news of Harry's disappearance Voldemort grew brave and began his mass attacks on the muggles. The people would call for Harry's help but none would answer except for the Order and what Aurors could. The death eaters grew cocky and made more gruesome attacks. In the process young Ginny Weasly had been rapped by a death eater and Ron had sought revenge only to have been nearly killed in the process. With his survival he was left with a nasty scar down his left leg. Ginny had never recovered.

Remus, Tonks, and the Weasley's did the best they could against the onslaught but the death eaters surpassed their numbers. Hermione would help when she could but they feared she would be number one target once Ginny had been messed with. So instead she helped train the D.A. to help in the fighting along with trying to find Harry haven given up that he was trapped in the amulet. Her current belief was that the amulet transported him to another plane of existence but she had yet to figure out how to reach him their. After all Horcruxs and their abilities weren't really common knowledge and harder to aquire without Voldemort learning of her activities.

Tonight everyone sat in the living room of # 12 when the attack accrued. Death eaters swarmed the street outside. With innocents at risk they rushed to the rescue. Unbeknownst to them that Voldemort had joined on this raid, believing the Orders headquarters to be nearby.

Part of the street had been blown to bits and many of their own lay bleeding. They had managed to take down a dozen of the death eaters but the strongest still stood. No one knew what to do now, they feared the end was here. When Voldemort joined his followers side, the fear spiked to such high levels the death eaters were thriving in its glow. "The end is here, at last I am victorious." Voldemort spoke to the group of fallen heroes a sick grin upon his snake-like face.

Harry returned to hear a massive battle take place outside the old house. Afraid he had entered another hell dimension he climbed out the window and got a birds eye view of the battle taking place below. He found what appeared to be the good guys losing horribly. He could smell their fear before he noticed the new arrival. A growl escaped his throat as Voldemort relished in his soon to be victory. "The end is her, at last I am victorious." He said.

Harry smiled as he apperaited to the center of the street. Voldemort stood shocked, his wand arm falling to his side. The death eaters around him stared at Harry with shock and disbelief. They had been lead to believe he was dead, yet here he stood in front of them and between their enemies. "I'm afraid today is not that day." he said summoning a wand from a fallen body. Voldemort finally regained his sense as Harry fired a stunning spell at him. The feel of using magic again eased his soul as the two of them began to duel. The order regained their footing and provided back-up. They dealt with the death eaters as the two forces dueled. Within minutes Voldemort retreated leaving his minions behind. Some managed to apperaite away, but those next to Harry were not so lucky resulting that they were in vice grips from his hands around their throats and some stunned and placed in full body binds. The ones in his grasp were killed as his snapped the bone clean in two.

He dropped the bodies and turned to his comrades. Remus and Tonks stood in shock,and Ron tended to the fallen D.A. members who were in need of medical attention. Hermione approached Harry and touched his cheek softly. Harry recoiled at touch, not haven been touched for him in twenty years, although back home he had been gone a year. "Harry." She said before passing out from shock and relief that he was alive.

Authors Note:

I'm sorry for the long wait for this update. The past amount of months have been emotionally tiring considering my father left us. I just haven't been able to sit down and write along with trying to graduate. Hopefully this update made up for it. If anyone has any ideas please let me know. It would be nice for a fresh view since I want to continue this story. However I had planned for this to be the last chapter but changed the ending so it was left open. Anywho, please review and I can't wait to hear from all of you.

The Wigster

Once again sorry for the long wait.