Disrupting the 'norm'
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
12,910
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1 Shock
A/N Yay 206 hits!!! No reviews though (pouts) not that there is much to review so I don't really blame you, tehehehe
On with the story!!
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The day was cold, the wind blowing briskly, fog hanging in the air distorting the images of a decrepit manor. All was silent, the small village below still at rest, safe in the land of dreams, completely oblivious to the horror taking place in the old Riddle mansion.
An explosion shattered the stillness of the early winter morning, the east side wall of Riddle mansion crumbled as the light and sound of curses filled the air. Two warriors were thrown out in the debris, each male, one old and snake like, the other young and beautiful, scrambled through the wreckage, searching for their most important weapon the extensions of their selves, the focus of their equal awesome power.
"Accio wand!!" 16 year old Harry Potter-Malfoy screamed in desperation, as Lord Voldemort stood up in triumph holding his wand aloft. A slender stick of ebony wood shot into the young wizards hand as he rolled to dodge the stinging curse sent his way. Struggling to his feet the young man pointed his wand at Voldemort, trying to ignore the screams the reached his ears from the fighting going on in the manor. Harry pushed the worry for his loved ones away and focused on the monster in front of him.
"You can't defeat me, boy!" Voldemort screamed, maniacally. " The killing curse will have no affect on me now!! What could you possibly hope to accomplish, continuing to fight?"
"I have no intention of casting the killing curse on you, Tom," said Harry in a chilling voice, "I want to make sure you remain dead!!" Harry took his eyes of Riddle briefly to watch as his mentor, Albus Dumbledore (duh) snuck up behind the dark lord, opening a dark portal. It would seem that the fates were with them, Voldemort was in the perfect position to have his soul banished to hell. At the same time Harry yelled out his incantation, Peter Pettigrew screeched at the Dark Lord to move.
"Expello id infensus(1)!!" Harry screamed. The spell hit Voldemort square in the chest, but instead of the evil soul being banished to hell, it left Voldemorts body and shot to the closest living host, one Wormtail. Shaking the shock of what happened off, the Voldemort possessed Wormtail screeched in rage and dissaperated. The remaining Death Eaters that had stood watching followed their 'fearless' leaders example and fled for their lives. The eyes of the remaining fighters, the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry Aurors, watched in horrified fascination as the body of Voldemort began to change, deaging(for lack of a better term) and becoming the beautiful boy that Harry remembered from his brief jaunt into a bewitched diary. The know 18 year old looking Tom Riddle looked over the crowd, whispered something, and collapsed in dead faint. The words he spoke shocked his audience to the core.
"I'm free."
(1)Latin for 'Banish this Dark/Hostile Spirit'
A/N I know this is short I just wanted to see what everyone thought. Please review it would be greatly appreciated.
On with the story!!
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The day was cold, the wind blowing briskly, fog hanging in the air distorting the images of a decrepit manor. All was silent, the small village below still at rest, safe in the land of dreams, completely oblivious to the horror taking place in the old Riddle mansion.
An explosion shattered the stillness of the early winter morning, the east side wall of Riddle mansion crumbled as the light and sound of curses filled the air. Two warriors were thrown out in the debris, each male, one old and snake like, the other young and beautiful, scrambled through the wreckage, searching for their most important weapon the extensions of their selves, the focus of their equal awesome power.
"Accio wand!!" 16 year old Harry Potter-Malfoy screamed in desperation, as Lord Voldemort stood up in triumph holding his wand aloft. A slender stick of ebony wood shot into the young wizards hand as he rolled to dodge the stinging curse sent his way. Struggling to his feet the young man pointed his wand at Voldemort, trying to ignore the screams the reached his ears from the fighting going on in the manor. Harry pushed the worry for his loved ones away and focused on the monster in front of him.
"You can't defeat me, boy!" Voldemort screamed, maniacally. " The killing curse will have no affect on me now!! What could you possibly hope to accomplish, continuing to fight?"
"I have no intention of casting the killing curse on you, Tom," said Harry in a chilling voice, "I want to make sure you remain dead!!" Harry took his eyes of Riddle briefly to watch as his mentor, Albus Dumbledore (duh) snuck up behind the dark lord, opening a dark portal. It would seem that the fates were with them, Voldemort was in the perfect position to have his soul banished to hell. At the same time Harry yelled out his incantation, Peter Pettigrew screeched at the Dark Lord to move.
"Expello id infensus(1)!!" Harry screamed. The spell hit Voldemort square in the chest, but instead of the evil soul being banished to hell, it left Voldemorts body and shot to the closest living host, one Wormtail. Shaking the shock of what happened off, the Voldemort possessed Wormtail screeched in rage and dissaperated. The remaining Death Eaters that had stood watching followed their 'fearless' leaders example and fled for their lives. The eyes of the remaining fighters, the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry Aurors, watched in horrified fascination as the body of Voldemort began to change, deaging(for lack of a better term) and becoming the beautiful boy that Harry remembered from his brief jaunt into a bewitched diary. The know 18 year old looking Tom Riddle looked over the crowd, whispered something, and collapsed in dead faint. The words he spoke shocked his audience to the core.
"I'm free."
(1)Latin for 'Banish this Dark/Hostile Spirit'
A/N I know this is short I just wanted to see what everyone thought. Please review it would be greatly appreciated.