Rating:: PG-13
House:: The Dark Arts
Characters:: Original Male Wizard
Genres:: Adventure Action
Era:: Multiple Eras
Spoilers:: Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Half-Blood Prince Deadly Hallows (Through Ch. 36)
Stats:: Published: 09/30/2007

Updated: 09/30/2007

Words: 985

Chapters: 1

Hits: 192

Elgar Lockwood at Hogwarts

alicec00per

Story Summary:: It could have been over. The dark side could have been defeated for good.

Chapter 01

Posted:: 09/30/2007

Hits:: 192

Everything would be over very soon. Everything was going to be normal. He had found and destroyed every remaining horcrux. He had been willing to die, and Voldemort's soul was no longer part of him. Nothing stood between Harry Potter and the wizard that had taken so much away from him. Voldemort lay there motionless, his wand quite a few meters away. The only thing Harry wanted was for him to die. He would kill him, just like he killed his parents. He raised his newly repaired wand, preparing to end Voldemort's life...

''Harry. Do you really wish to kill me? Think about it. Think about all the great things we could do together. Join your power to mine, and we could impose my views. Wizards could stop hiding. We are not the ones who should feel ashamed. Aren't muggles the ones who persecuted you during your childhood? Didn't they always manage to make you feel worthless and stupid?''

The Dark Lord's words echoed in Harry's head. He knew exactly what Voldemort was doing. He was trying to escape death, to postpone his judgment. Even though he was aware of Voldemort's plan, Harry found a bit of truth behind what he had just heard. After all, before he went to Hogwarts, he was never happy. He had never earned his uncle's love nor did he ever feel accepted in his own house...

He regained his senses. Never would he think like Voldemort again. He was better than this. Voldemort had brought sorrow and tears. He murdered, destroyed, did terrible things. He had followed a prophecy that had lead him to kill Lily and James Potter. To make Harry The Boy Who Lived instead of the boy with parents.

Voldemort opened his mouth to speak again.

''Harry, you can't kill me. Every time you thought you had defeated me, I came back stronger. Why should this time be any different?''

''This time, you have no exit door, no alternate way. All your horcruxes have been destroyed, you are no longer immortal.''

To Harry's surprise, Voldemort said no more. Instead, he took a vial out of his pocket, and put it on the floor. Harry knew exactly what was in it.

''Why are you giving me your memory? No matter what's in it, no matter what is shows, it will not save you from death.''

''I am not giving you this to spare myself. Perhaps I am the greatest wizard of all time, but I know when there is no hope. Now kill me.''

Whether Voldemort thought Harry would follow his order or not didn't change what followed. Harry raised his wand, and the last thing Voldemort saw was a flash of the brightest green.

Harry walked over to Voldemort's body, contemplating the man who had made him an orphan. He took the vial, and looked at it. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he leaned over anyway. He experienced the familiar feeling of falling down, and after a while that seemed like a very long time, his body fell against the floor.

He was in a gloomy room, with unwashed floors and broken mirrors. Harry immediately knew he was in the girls' bathroom when he saw the stall in which Hermione had prepared the polyjuice potion. Someone was in it, he could hear someone sobbing. He looked around him, trying to figure out how Voldemort could have entered in Hogwarts, when he heard a hissing voice. He understood what he was going to witness.

A young, handsome Tom Riddle advanced until he was almost next to Harry. He looked nervous, perhaps scared. Harry was sure he'd hear him call his pet, and shortly after see a long, green snake blast open the bathroom stall and kill the girl that was hiding in it with a single gaze, but he never came. Harry was beginning to think that nothing would happend. Suddenly, Tom broke the silence.

''I know you're there, Myrtle. Come out.''

Harry saw the door of the stall open, and a tall girl with tear-stained cheeks came out.

''What do you want, Riddle? This is the girls' bathroom! Go away!''

Tom looked at her disdainfully. Myrtle continued speaking.

''Who are you, looking at me like that? I've had a bad day enough, there is no need for you to make it even worst.''

She started crying again. After a few minutes, she spoke again, her voice higher than usual.

''Why are you still there? You could try to make me feel better, or at least go away! Didn't your father give you any education? Or did he ran away? It wouldn't be surprising, with you as a son.''

His delicate features darkened, and there was something scary in the way he looked at her. Harry was sure he had seen Tom's hand twitch, as if he was reaching for his wand, but he just walked away. Harry had to run to keep up with Tom. When he finally stopped and turned around, Harry knew from his demented expression that something would happend very soon. Something tragic.

The walls around Harry started turning, and he was lifted from the floor. His surroundings faded to black. A few seconds after, Harry was back in the forest. Voldemort's dead body was still next to him. But when he looked at it, he noticed that he didn't only hate Voldemort. He also felt pity, and understanding.

He spent the next hours looking at diverse moments of Tom Riddle's life. When there was no more to be seen, Harry started thinking about how similar they had been. After all, Tom didn't hate muggle-borns and muggles because of their blood status. He hated them because he had never met one who didn't let him down. He had never met one who wasn't horrible to him. He didn't kill to kill. He killed for the greater good. And so would Harry.