Thunderbolts

Wormtail pulled open the robes on the ground, revealing what was inside them, and Harry let out a yell that was strangled in the wad of material blocking his mouth.

It was as though Wormtail had flipped over a stone and revealed something ugly, slimy, and blind - but worse, a hundred times worse. The thing Wormtail had been carrying had the shape of a crouched human child, except that Harry had never seen anything less like a child. It was hairless and scaly-looking, a dark, raw, reddish black. Its arms and legs were thin and feeble, and its face - no child alive ever had a face like that - flat and snakelike, with gleaming red eyes.

The thing seemed almost helpless; it raised its thin arms, put them around Wormtail's neck, and Wormtail lifted it.

However, just as Wormtail lifted up the thing, Harry felt it. A good few drops of rain hit his head. He turned his head up and saw that the night sky had now changed. Thick black clouds of gigantic proportions were above him and he heard thunder rumble all too close to the graveyard. And then it came.

Thick, fast rain slammed into the ground. A lightning bolt struck in the distance. The previously silent night air was now filled with loud rain, thunder, and lightning.

"Wormtail, you moron," screeched the thing. "Did you not check the weather before we did this?"

"Master," wheezed Wormtail. "Sorry, master. Forgive me."

"Put me in the cauldron now," it screeched. "I will not wait one more day before I have my body back."

And so the ritual started. A bone was summoned from Harry's feet and went into the cauldron and Wormtail cut his arm.

However it all went wrong when Wormtail took Harry's blood. Heavy rain went all over the dagger when Wormtail cut into Harry's skin. As he dropped the blood into the vial from the dagger the water from the rain still on the dagger went in too.

The water from the vial went into the cauldron when Wormtail poured it in a moment later. However, the thick liquid didn't turn into the colour that was expected of it. Wormtail only panicked for three seconds before he was killed in the explosion.

The water from the rain interacted with the magic. As the rain that night was joined by thunder and lightning the elements of the night targeted the rain that had apparently went into a magical body. The cauldron exploded from a mighty flash that filled the air of the graveyard.

Harry couldn't believe it though as a figure emerged from where the cauldron was a moment later. A very furious figure.

"You idiot Wormtail," the figure shouted, and started kicking the smouldering corpse. "Now I've got a thunderous cloud above me."

What, Harry had wondered. As the smoke cleared, he saw his answer. A black cloud hung over the now snake-like man in front of him. He quickly realised he was looking into Voldemort's face. Rain was falling incessantly from the cloud onto Voldemort's head, soaking the man all over.

"Harry Potter," drawled Voldemort, strolling up to him. "Well here you are, standing on the bones of my dead -"

Voldemort never finished what he was saying. The cloud above his head emitted lightning and struck the man, who fell to the ground screaming up a storm.

Voldemort had pulled the gag out of Harry's mouth before he was struck. Harry found himself laughing at the sight in front of him.

"What happened, Tom?" he asked sarcastically. "Surely you're not scared of a little lightning."

Voldemort snarled at Harry. And was then struck again by another bout of lightning.

Harry was in the graveyard for far too long. It took over an hour for Voldemort to talk to his summoned Death Eaters. Every time the man displayed the slightest bit of anger lightning struck. Harry could tell the man was almost sobbing by the time Voldemort challenged him to a duel.

But Harry knew how to make an easy escape. He goaded the man.

"Well, Tommy boy, you seem angry," commented Harry dismissively. "I take it you have daddy issues given what you've said here tonight. Is that why you became a Dark Lord and are always angry. Because your daddy didn't love you."

Voldemort's rage kept building with every word Harry was saying. When Harry finished talking the rage hit its peak. Thunder clashed from the cloud above his head and suddenly three strikes of lightning struck the man, sending him into electric shock.

"My lord," said Lucius, leaning forward to lift his still shocked master, and promptly went into spasms of electric shock when he tried touching the man.

Harry took the commotion to escape. He darted to Cedric's body, summoned Peter's corpse and afterwards the Triwizard Cup and disappeared.

When Voldemort came to, he noticed his victim was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Wormtail's corpse, the other corpse, or the TriWizard Cup.

Before he could help himself he exploded in a rage. And was then struck ten times.

IlIlIlIlI

When Harry got back to school he immediately told Dumbledore he had Pettigrew's body. Dumbledore told Minerva to guard the body and sent a Patronus to someone named Amelia Bones, requiring their immediate attention.

Harry told Dumbledore everything once they were back in the man's office.

"I see what has happened," said Dumbledore softly.

"What has happened, Professor?" Harry was still confused how this happened to Voldemort.

"It was raining when Peter took your blood, wasn't it." Harry nodded. "Well it seems that some rain went into the vial and got poured into the cauldron. It mixed in Voldemort's blood and it summoned the cloud above his head. Nothing like this has happened in living memory, so there would be no cure."

Harry laughed.

"And regarding the lightning strikes," continued Dumbledore. "It sounds to me that Voldemort's anger is summoning them. He has always had anger problems, so they won't go away any time soon.

Now both Harry and Dumbledore were both laughing.

IlIlIlIlI

It only took ten days to break Voldemort.

He was crying constantly through the pain of the lightning strikes. He couldn't understand what made the lightning strikes come. Mainly because they were coming all the time.

It had been a bad week not just for him, but for his forces too. The body of Peter Pettigrew and Harry Potter's testimony in the Emergency Court session the day after his return went wrong for his Death Eater's. Thaddeus Nott turned evidence in exchange for a lighter sentence when he was arrested and now no one was by his side. They were all now in Azkaban after a quick trial.

He scowled at Nott's cowardice. And was immediately struck twice.

"That's it," he raged. "I've had enough."

He got struck five times.

He turned his head and glared at the still thunderous cloud above his head.

"Damn you," he roared. His eyes hardly widened in horror as nine streaks of lighted charged at him and struck.

As he lay on the ground from the shock, he remembered a story about an American who got struck by lightning seven times.

"Maybe he'll have an answer," thought Voldemort.

Three days later he glared hatefully at the tombstone in front of him. And was struck thrice more.

He was a near twelve years too late. Roy Sullivan, the 'American Lightning Rod', had died back in nineteen eighty-three. Voldemort found out about the man through a few summoned manuscripts and newspapers. The man could never avoid the lightning. There were even rumours that this grave got struck by lightning from time to time.

But there's no lightning in death, Voldemort thought. He sighed. Death was preferable to this.

So he went back to the UK.

He tracked down most of the Horcruxes except for the locket. He personally broke Bellatrix out of Azkaban to ask for her help since she was a Black and cousin to Regulus. However, she was too insane from Dementor exposure and decided to touch him out of curiosity. She died when the lightning shock coarsed through her.

So he decided to kill himself the old fashioned way. He jumped into water and stayed underwater.

It didn't work.

So he approached Albus Dumbledore. After a week Dumbledore found his locket. He destroyed it and agreed to let Harry Potter kill him after he was told that a piece of his soul was within the boy.

As he felt himself disintegrate from Harry Potter's spell he saw the cloud vanish.

Thank god, he groaned as he descended into hell, where an amused Satan was waiting for him.

"What?" he asked him.

"It may be mainly fire here," growled Satan. "But I think we could use some water."

Satan clapped his hand twice and suddenly the black cloud reappeared over him. He got struck seven times.

"Welcome To Hell!"

AN: It started raining here in Ireland while I was rewatching the GoF graveyard scene. This idea came to me instantly as I thought "Voldemort's lucky his family isn't buried in Ireland." I just had to write this little gem. Hope you enjoyed it.