The Dark Lord Rises Again

It’s been ten years thinks Hermione, since Harry finally defeated Voldemort. Ten years since things started to go wrong, and almost ten years work and research trying to find a way to help my oldest and dearest friend. It wasn’t supposed to be like this; Harry was supposed to defeat Voldemort and they were supposed to live happily ever after. A tear falls down her face onto her notes. Harry and I were going to be apart of the Weasley family, Ron had finally told me that he loved me and Harry got over his damned chivalrous attitude towards Ginny, how could it have all gone so terribly wrong…?


We were winning the war, we’d found all of Voldemort’s Horcruxes with Snape’s help of all people, and Harry and I had found out how to destroy them thanks to Dumbledore’s portrait. The only glitch was being ambushed by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. We narrowly escaped death thanks to Wormtail, who demolished a wall with that hand of his and then stepped in front of Voldemort’s killing curse allowing us to flee.

We were planning the final battle, Ron the tactician, God I miss him, had created a masterful plan. He had figured out the perfect location, the tactics and formation to give us a huge advantage, I loved him so. Another tear hits the parchment. God Damn Harry, once Ron told him that it would take the full resources of the Order and the DA, and that we had to expect at least a fifteen percent loss, he got this look, didn’t say anything, just sort of fell into himself.

I knew something was up; thank Merlin for that tracking charm. I couldn’t sleep that night, I saw him and followed. Harry apparated to some hovel of a house near a clump of trees, I thought he just needed some time to think, he’d needed it a lot back then, but we never left him alone, never left him unguarded. I don’t know how many times I’ve gone over it in my mind, picking it apart piece by piece.

“I’ve had enough people die for me Tom, it should be just you and me,” said Harry conversationally.

Talking to himself, she thought. Not unusual for him these days.

“Come to meet your doom Harry Potter,” said a soft merciless voice, as a tall, pale nightmare of a man walked out of the house.

“No Tom, an end, at least for one of us, and unlike you I’m not afraid.”

“Afraid Harry? Why should I be afraid?”

“I don’t know Tom, why are you so afraid? Afraid of the dark, afraid of death, and most of all afraid of love.”

A cackle of shrill high pitched laughter cut through the air, “Harry I am afraid of nothing, I am immortal, I need not fear what can’t hurt me, you least of all.”

“How do you think I found you Tom, I can sense you, I can feel you, I have opened the gateway between us, I know your fears Tom, and I pity you.”

“Pity like love is for the weak,” spits Voldemort like a curse. “You will die like your father, on your knees begging.”

Harry cast an anti-disapparition charm around the area.

“Stupid boy, removing your one chance of escape, do you wish to join the old fool, is that why you are here”.

“No Tom,” said Harry in a dejected voice. “I am here because you chose to believe a prophecy, a prophecy foretelling the birth of the one who could defeat you, you brought me here Tom.”

“And now I will kill you.”

“One thing Tom.”

“Does the condemned have last words?” mocked Voldemort.

“Just thought you would like this back Tom, it was your mothers after all,” said Harry, as he threw something to Voldemort.

“What is this?” shrieked Voldemort.

“You should know Tom, it’s the locket of Slytherin, it’s one of your Horcruxes that I’ve destroyed, I would have brought Slytherin’s ring with me but I don’t know what Dumbledore did with it.”

Voldemort looked absolutely furious, but his eyes betray the fear building inside of him. “You Potter are going to die, Avada Kedavra,” screamed Voldemort.

I remember moving steadily toward Harry during their conversation, sliding through the trees without a sound. I leapt out in front of Harry without thinking, closing my eyes, thinking of Ron. After a few seconds I opened them to see an absolutely stunned Voldemort. I turned to face Harry, taking a fearful step back; his eyes were burning, green and gold flames almost leaping from his eyes, wand still at his side.

“Move Hermione,” commanded Harry in a calm voice, “this is between me and Tom.”

I moved back toward the trees, staring at my best friend, scared for the both of us.

“Nothing can stop a killing curse,” chocked Voldemort.

“You have always underestimated the power of love Tom. That and your inability to understand there are worse things than death have always been your greatest weaknesses.”

“Avada Kedavra,” screamed Voldemort flinging another curse at Harry.

Forcing my eyes open this time, I saw a green and gold shield appear in front of Harry absorbing the curse and disappearing.

“What is this, how are you doing this?” screamed Voldemort, sending another curse at Harry to no effect.

“I,” chuckled Harry, “I love, Tom”.

“Love? There’s no power in love, only death.”

“Yes there is Tom, let me show you,” said Harry in a calm remorseful voice, “at least you will feel love before you die.”

I watched as a green and gold light traveled from Harry’s eyes to Voldemort, causing Voldemort to scream in agony before falling to his knees. “Nnnnnnnnnnoooooooooo”.

Still in his calm sorry voice Harry spoke. “This is love Tom, this is what you have denied, the power you have forsaken, that you alone are vulnerable too. The same magic that made you immortal, that fractured soul will be your end. This is your end.”

I can still remember the open, shocked look on Harry’s face, and the slight red tinge to the light as Voldemort, terrified and utterly defeated screamed his last words. “You will never know love again! Everyone you care for is dead. I ordered them killed, every last one.” Voldemort, dead at last, rotted before our eyes, as if aging a thousand years in mere seconds.

I looked at Harry, the line of light disappearing, and the fire in his eyes fading, leaving a gold corona shimmering around the green.

“Are you alright Hermione?” He asked me.

“I think so.”

“Better get back to the others, I don’t believe him, but they’ll want to hear the good news.”

From that point on everything went wrong. Returning to find the Burrow burnt to the ground, searching everywhere for survivors but only finding more wreckage. The twins shop destroyed, Hagrid’s house crumbling. Finally we walked into Hogwarts; we could hear voices from the great hall, excited we ran in expecting everyone scared, maybe injured, but alive. We ran in only to be confronted by an army of Death Eaters led by Draco Malfoy, and all our friends dead, laid out in a row in front of us. There was the large form of Hagrid, the frail form of Minerva, the graying Lupin and grey Moody, the weird Luna and wonderful Tonks. Then, worst of all, a collection of red heads. Author, Molly, Bill with his wife Fleur, Charley, Percy, Fred, George, and finally the lifeless forms of Ron and Ginny.

“I was wondering where you got to Potter,” sneered Malfoy, “been off fucking the Mudblood have you? As you can see, we’ve arranged a party and invited a whole ‘heap’ of people.”

The next thing I knew, I was thrown out of the room and the doors closed behind me. I rose gingerly to my feet and started pummeling the door, screaming to get back in. I stopped to listen because I could hear maniacal laughter and someone talking. “You’ve cracked Potter, you can’t save the Mudblood,” laughed the voice of Malfoy. “I’m going to kill her special, like I did the little red head bitch.”

Malfoy stopped laughing at this point; instead he screeched “What the fuck?” I could only hear screaming from that point on and people trying to beat down the door. After what seemed like hours the doors finally opened wide and what I saw still haunts me to this day. Harry standing in the middle of the room covered in blood. The Death Eaters were scattered around the room, literally. Legs, arms, hands, feet, and in pride of place were the heads, placed along the Head table.

All except for Malfoy, who had been skewered bottom to top by an eight-foot metal spike coming out of the ground. I stood completely frozen, unable to scream, run or even move the smallest part of my body. Harry turned to face me, with his eyes aflame again, only this time green and red, with a look that could have killed the dead.

Before leaving, Harry turned to stare at me for a moment, and said in a calm and even voice, “The giant they bought sure did a number on them, didn’t it”.

He just stood there waiting for my reply; eyes still alight staring into me. “Yeah,” I managed to croak out, knowing I was agreeing to lie for him. He was the only one I had left; I thought it was over at last. How wrong was I?

Over the next few years I didn’t see Harry at all. I had already started to research what happened that night, just my questioning mind I suppose. Harry was rising through the ministry quickly, through Auror training in a record year, head Auror in another, department head in two. People were yelling for the youngest Minister for Magic in History, the Savoir of the Wizarding world.

All the while rumors were creeping around, about a new order forming. In another two years and with a few changes in the Auror offices, including tripling their numbers and new powers of authority, Harry rose to the prestigious and venerable position of Minister for Magic.

I was invited to his coronation, and for the first time in years we were face to face. I could see he had changed, and not for the better. He was pale and almost malicious, but still very handsome. What worried me most was the red infecting his eyes, not the whites but the deep green so many girls have lost themselves in. He was courteous and polite, you could never call him a conversationalist but on the rare occasions that he smiled I noticed it didn’t reach his eyes.

Four years on, and the Minister now has his own army, the wizarding and muggle communities are under curfew, and there are strict new laws governing the use of magic. I have been researching what happened that night for nearly a decade, trying to work out how to help Harry for half that time. Voldemort must have transferred part of himself to Harry that night, I just need to figure out how to erase or banish him.

Also, I joined Snape’s not so small order. It turns out Snape’s also been following Harry’s progress since the final battle, and is now combating the Minster at every turn. We’re losing; Gringots is now under his control, the muggle ministry as well, and he’s had the Wizengamot in his pocket since he was department head of the Auror’s. We think his next move is off shore, he probably already has spies in most ministries around the world, however we haven’t been able to get reliable information lately.

Now here I am, reminiscing about the bad old times, but I think I’ve finally figured out how to banish the bastard, get rid of him forever and get Harry back.

*Bang*

The door smashes open, framing the Minister in the doorway. Hermione, startled and trying to fight down the fear threatening to overpower her, said, “You know, you could have knocked Harry, I would have let you in.”

“Sorry Hermione,” Harry said in a voice that transmitted no remorse. He lifted his wand and performed the movement for the anti-disapparition charm. “Didn’t want you to leave before I had a word.”

“Still, you could have just sent me an invite” Hermione said, then as an afterthought, “and left my door intact.”

“I’ve been visiting a few people tonight, and I thought I’d drop by.”

“Really?” said Hermione with building apprehension, “Who else have you graced with your presence Minister?”

“Most notably, our former teacher and current Headmaster, Snape, still with his permanent sneer in place. He was surprisingly valiant to the last.”

“Last?” asks Hermione with a bit of a squeak.

“I couldn’t have him or you interfering in my plans any longer Hermione. I have let you be because of our past together, always letting you escape when destroying your forces, but it ends now.”

“You killed him?” Hermione couldn’t keep the shock and horror out of her voice.

“I gave him a choice. Willingly give me the names of all his members and supporters, to disclose the location of their and your hideout, but he chose death. No matter, I was able to rip it out of him before he died. The look on his face when I took what I wanted from his mind, he thought he’d made his defenses impervious.” An eerie imitation of the long dead Dark Lord’s laughter filled the room.

“Harry we were only trying to help you! You’re not yourself, you wouldn’t want this.”

“What wouldn’t I want?” He sneered “to make the world safe, to make sure no more atrocities enter this world, to govern the world into an ever lasting era of piece?”

“Harry you are crushing your people, this isn’t you, you wouldn’t kill someone just because they were standing up to you. You didn’t even want to kill Voldemort, I was there, you felt so sorry for him” said Hermione with increasing hysteria. “I can help you Harry, Voldemort, he’s inside you, that night, he transmitted part of himself to you, he’s the reason your doing all this, I figured out how to banish him.”

Harry starts to laugh, slow at first, but it builds to maniacal quickly. “You really are the cleverest witch I know Hermione. Yes Tom did transfer some of himself to me, in a last ditch effort to live life immortal I think. Quite ingenious Hermione. However, I banished the bastard myself several years after that night. I could feel something growing inside me, but it wasn’t until I ridded myself of such distractions as remorse, hurt, and empathy, that I knew what it was. I couldn’t have him destroying the perfect world I was going to build, so I expelled him, finally completing the prophecy.” Hermione’s look of shock, hurt, and disbelief made Harry laugh even more. “Don’t you believe me? You wound me Hermione, come try your little hocus pocus,” he said laughing as he pocketed his wand.

Hermione withdrew her wand from her robes before turning to check her notes, then, returning to face Harry, she runs over the ritual in her mind. She begins by drawing fiery runes in mid air that circle around Harry; faster and faster they travel blurring to become a fierce ring of fire. She starts reciting the incantation, one which she’s been practicing for weeks, pronouncing each word, each syllable perfectly.

Finishing the incantation Hermione touches the tip of her wand to Harry’s scar, a physical manifestation of the bond the two wizards shared. The ring of fire constricts around Harry, binding him to the spot, and then it spreads outwards covering his entire body. Hermione, tense and expectant, screams as she watches the light begin to fade away instead of turning red, absorbing Voldemort and then shattering into oblivion destroying him forever.

Hermione turns to her notes, trying to focus as she is crying forcefully. It didn’t work, she thinks, I did everything perfectly and it didn’t work, the Harry I knew and loved is gone and there’s nothing left to do, except … Steeling herself for what she must do, she turns quickly, seeing the awful smile on Harry’s face she shrieks, “AVADA KEDAVRA” The curse hits Harry in the chest, she sees a shocked look break over his face, just as the force of the spell sends him flying across the room smashing him into the wall.

Crying, sobbing, she leans against the table behind her, feeling as if she’ll break in two, she’s lost the last person she held dear, the last person left in the world that she loved.

“That wasn’t nice,” said a cold heatless voice lined with fury, “I didn’t think you had it in you Hermione.”

Hermione looking up sees Harry standing, pointing his wand at her. With a flick of his wrist Hermione feels her wand rocket out of her hand. “As you can see Hermione I have come further than any wizard before me,” said Harry slashing through the air with his wand, Hermione hears her robes tear and feels the sting of the gash along her shoulder, crying out in pain she looks pleadingly at Harry.

“You never did like the Sectumsempra did you Hermione,” he slashed through the air as he said the spell, tearing through her robes, and leaving another gash along her thigh.

“How are you not dead?” Hermione asked, struggling through the pain, with tears streaming down her face.

“I am immortal,” Harry said, his smile vicious as he slashes through the air again, this time cutting his own forearm. “I will rule for eternity.” Hermione, stunned into silence, watches as the deep cut along Harry’s arm heals itself, “I was going to give you the chance to join me willingly,” Harry said fiercely, repeatedly slashing through the air and shredding Hermione’s robes, cutting her again and again, “I never thought you’d try to kill me Hermione, I must confess myself impressed, but you will learn not to cross me.”

Walking towards Hermione, Harry waves his wand lifting her up and slamming her upon the table. Another wave and ropes appear around her wrists and ankles tying her to the table, her legs spread with Harry standing between them. Hermione winded and bleeding looks pleadingly up at Harry with tears in her eyes. Harry laughs at her, grinning evilly he pulls at her robes ripping them off easily, leaving her naked except for her blood soaked underwear.

“No Harry, please don’t do this,” Hermione screamed hysterically, “you were my best friend Harry. Don’t.”

Harry points his wand at Hermione, “Crucio.”

Hermione screams, it feels like every nerve is on fire, needles are piercing her eyes, her skin is being torn off her a piece at a time. Harry raises his wand and it stops, but she twitches with the remembered pain.

“You do not command me.”

He leans forward wand in hand and slips it under her bra. Hermione can feel extreme heat coming off his wand as it burns through her bra exposing her breasts. “Wow Hermione, who would have thought you had a woman’s body under your robes?” sneered Harry.

Running the heated tip of his wand down her torso he blisters her flesh rekindling her screams, smiling he quickly burns through her panties and throws them aside. Completely naked now, Harry drinks her in, slender body and legs, large full breasts, small brown nipples, and her little patch of brown curls above her soft pink lips.

A wave of his wand and Harry stands before her naked, pale skin taut over toned muscles, his cock obviously aroused, by either her close nakedness or the pain he’s caused her. Climbing up between her legs Harry bites hard on her nipple making her scream again. “And now you will be mine.”

He grabs the base of his cock and positions himself at her entrance, “You will obey me in everything,” he thrusts into her hard burying himself to the hilt, eliciting another scream of pain, “or you will die.”

He bites her on the neck drawing blood as he pulls out of her and drives back in. Hermione starts to sob, her throat too sore to scream anymore, she continues to cry as he has his way with her, slamming into her he raises himself up to look upon her. “Look at me,” he commands, Hermione keeps her eyes shut. “LOOK AT ME,” he yells.

Opening her eyes slowly she looks into his eyes, “You are mine to take, to fuck as I please, my whore in waiting.” Waving his wand, the ropes binding her legs disappear, then, grabbing her legs, he pulls them up and spreads her wide. Sinking into her deeply, he pounds mercilessly into her, reaching his climax he smiles as he spurts hot and deep inside her.

“You are mine, I will send someone along to clean you up and take you to your housing, if you do as I say you will live a comfortable life as my whore. If not, you will die. I will hold onto your wand for now.”

Dressing himself with a wave of his wand he walks to the door, looking back he smiles at Hermione’s sobbing, diminished form, “See you soon.”

Hermione continues to cry once he’s gone, unable to comprehend exactly how this all happened, how everything has changed in such a short spans of time. Suddenly she stops crying. Staring blankly at the ceiling she talks in a coarse, deep voice not her own.

“The one with the power to defeat the Chosen One will be sired by he who vanquished the Dark Lord, conceived by one that loved him and bore witness. Rising in the shadows, he will have powers the other has lost. The one with the power was sired this night.”

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