Harry Potter and Voldemort's Revenge

~*~*~CHAPTER ONE~*~*~

It was the year 997, at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For many years, the four founders of this unusual establishment had fought over the issue of non-wizarding families being enrolled for a magical education. And now, after so long, it all came down to good versus evil.

Godric Gryffindor stood only one hundred yards away from his best friend... and his greatest enemy, Salazar Slytherin. Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw were at Gryffindor's side. Behind them stood nearly a hundred witches and wizards, all intent on saving the school from the terror that was Slytherin's wrath.

Gryffindor and Slytherin locked eyes. Hatred filled their bodies. No memories of good times or hints of their past friendship was to be found. Helga Hufflepuff skimmed the grotesque army of Slytherin. They were all of Slytherin's own creation... by means of book; and an evil book it was. Chimeras, gargoyles, werewolves, giants, trolls, manticores, and Slytherin's latest creation: dementors, lined his ranks of the battle field.

Gryffindor's army looked at the sadistic beasts they were about to do battle with. Apprehension and fear paralyzed their bodies. Gryffindor was their leader...they could endure anything as long as they had him. None knew, however, that Gryffindor's mind was not on the foreboding event of tonight...but in the past.

Quick as a flash, Godric remembered the night Salazar had left with a threat that stayed in Godric's dreams for years:

"All witches and wizards are welcome to this school as long as I'm here, Salazar!" Gryffindor proclaimed through gritted teeth. Godric Gryffindor was a tall, muscular man with long, dark blond hair and ocean blue eyes.

"We shall see about that," Slytherin responded in a calm, but angry voice. Slytherin was also tall, but he had hair as black as midnight that went to the middle of his back, and dark, merciless black eyes that anyone else would have cowered under. Anyone else but Godric Gryffindor.

"What do you mean 'we shall see about that'? What did you do?!" Gryffindor shouted back. Throughout the whole argument, two witches had been standing back, watching intently.

"This issue is ridiculous, Salazar," the women with dark brown hair and hazel eyes said calmly. "I have never been able to see the logic in keeping a student from learning the magic they possess just because their parents weren't a witch or wizard."

"That is because you are a fool, Rowena!" Slytherin shouted to her.

"How can you call her a fool? I, too, can not see your reason for believing weakness is in those just because they are not pure bloods," said a plump, older woman with brownish-red haired, whose anger seemed to be building with every word that came from her former friend's mouth. Slytherin backed away. He had never thought he'd lose the loyalty of a friend who had never left his side before.

"Then so starts a war of weak versus strong. Allow those who you think are brave, Godric. My chamber will prove to be very useful in the future that looks most unavoidable." Slytherin said in a furious voice.

"Then leave! Finish the Army you started! I will fight to the death before I would ever join forces with something so evil!" Gryffindor shouted. Gryffindor reached for his wand, but Slytherin only smiled a horrible smile before disappearing.

"What are we going to do?" Helga Hufflepuff asked nervously as she watched the spot where Salazar Slytherin had just stood, looking as if she was afraid it would explode.

"I'll alert all the students," Gryffindor said, turning hastily to his loyal friends. "We will fight the first of many battles between good and evil. I will fight to the very end to protect this world from a terrible fate!" he said, steely determination in his voice. Gryffindor strode out of the office and walked down the stairs to the Great Hall, when Rowena Ravenclaw caught up with him.

"But what about the future?" she said worriedly. "Even if we beat Salazar, he will still have an heir that tries to conquer good. What will we do then? What can we do?!" Gryffindor turned to look at her with sorrow filled eyes.

"Then he will meet the future Light. And I only hope that he is strong enough to fight against the future evil that lies ahead. But right now," he said apprehensively, "we must prepare."

Gryffindor walked to the great hall, passing many students on his way. He stopped as he saw three Slytherins whispering excitedly under their breath. Godric sighed. He hoped that the Slytherins of the future would change in their hearts. He finally entered the Great Hall. All the students had been talking about the fight that had broken out earlier, before Gryffindor forced Slytherin and the other two into his office. Godric stood above the rest, a sullen look in his eyes.

"Students!" He called "I have important news." The students stopped talking immediately. "Salazar Slytherin has decided to break his connection with Hogwarts, and has left to start an army of evil." The hall broke out in gasps and worried looks. "I ask you to stay with in the school limits," Gryffindor continued, "and I feel that Slytherin's departure will bring about a war of good versus evil. And therefore we should proceed further into our lives with caution."
He finished speaking, and looked around the Great Hall. It broke out again in exited, worried, nervous, and scared questions. And everyone, including Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and lady Hufflepuff was asking the question: "What is going to happen next?"

The next three years were met with deaths, tortures, victories, and defeats. The wizards and witches from Slytherin house were soon outcasts among the rest of the school. Rowena Ravenclaw insisted on creating a class in which the students would learn how to fight the dark arts, and so Gryffindor established it.

Godric had been sitting in his office, thinking of the fight that had taken place only three years ago. He thought of what he said, "Leave! Finish the army you started!" Gryffindor sighed. If only he had known what Salazar had been up to before then. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what the world would be like without Salazar. 'How will I defeat him?' Gryffindor thought to himself. He felt something land on his leg, and heard beautiful music.

"Hello Fawkes," Gryffindor said. There was a bird with brilliant red feathers sitting on his leg. Gryffindor closed his eyes, and drifted into an uneasy sleep. He could still hear the phoenix humming its beautiful music, but it was no longer humming. It was singing...

"Listen with your heart, you will understand.

Let the love inside you guide you to the end

Let the hope you hold inside let you trust again"

Gryffindor shivered. His eyes lit on to his friend, Rowena, who looked determinedly back. Though the summer sky was dark, and hardly lit with the watching stars... Gryffindor could see the large red and gold bird that flew high in the sky, humming it's beautiful song.

Gryffindor remembered the night he had met his guardian, Destiny, for the first time:

He was standing in complete darkness when a woman, a beautiful woman came into view.

"Your soul is troubled, wise Gryffindor," she said with a voice of warmth and understanding.

"A dark lord of unspeakable power is amongst my people and me. I feel powerless to stop him." Gryffindor replied.

The women opened her mouth, but she didn't speak. She sang. She sang the beautiful song again:

"Listen to your soul, it will show you truth

Powers inside of you, goodness will prevail

Two champions chosen, you and your heir."

His will became stronger, his mind more aware. The phoenix bird soared even higher as its last note reached a quavering note of sorrow.

Both sides were matched in capability. Gryffindor knew this was not the last time Good and Evil would meet, but he still had to fight, for his family, for his friends, for millions of others who deserved light in their life. And finally, for his heir, who ever that would be; destined for the same fight. 'I'll do this for them,' thought Gryffindor. He raised his sword, and cast one last glance upwards at the bird.

"Watch over my heir, Fawkes," he breathed. "Make sure he is guided to the torch!"

With that, Gryffindor pointed his sword straight at Slytherin's heart, and yelled, "Charge!"

~*~*THE ULTIMATE PREDICTION~*~*~

It was the year 1994, on a dark night in the middle of July. Dumbledore stood in his Hogwarts office, adding his worried thoughts into his Pensieve while Professor McGonagall informed him that the Death eaters had attacked Auror Michael Whitecheaster and his family.

When she finished, the stern, black- haired woman stood and watched Dumbledore intently, waiting for an answer to her long-wondered question.

"What were they looking for?" she asked, worry evident in her determinedly calm voice. Dumbledore looked up at her. For a moment, the woman thought she saw a flicker of fear in the man's elderly face, but the fear was quickly replaced with a look of bemusement.

"I assure you, Minerva, what ever it is that they are looking for is perfectly safe," Dumbledore responded reassuringly. Minerva didn't buy it.

"How do you know?" she cried, wringing her hands. "How can you be so sure?"

"Obviously, they haven't found it," he said gently. He returned to the pensieve, removing the less important memories from his mind to make room for much more important ones.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Before Dumbledore had a chance to say anything, the door impatiently swung open, revealing a tall man with long greasy black hair.

"The Death eaters have failed to gain knowledge of the Green Forch from Whitechester," he informed the other occupants of the room, sounding relieved.

"I doubted that Whitechester would know anything about it," Dumbledore said, sighing deeply. "How is his family?"

"Dead," the man answered shortly.

Dumbledore sighed again, and turned again to the pensieve. He added another thought of worry and remorse. The three of them sat in the office, the two professors watching the old headmaster.

'What is he keeping hidden from us?' Professor McGonagall thought.

A few minutes later an old, gray owl landed on the window with a piece of parchment tied to its leg.

"Would you be so kind as to open the window, Severus?" Dumbledore asked. Snape stood up and walked over to the window to let the owl in, which promptly flew into the room and landed on Dumbledore's desk. Dumbledore read the letter silently:

"Dumbledore- I have contacted another member of the order, Amy Davidson. There are five more to find before we can begin our mission. -Snuffles"

Dumbledore rolled up the piece of parchment and set it on his desk.

'I wondered where she had gone,' was his only remark, to the confusion of the other two present. He didn't elaborate.

The room faded from view and was replaced with a town swarming with Death Eaters. Curses were being thrown back and forth between Voldemort's servants and Ministry Aurors who had been called to stop the "werewolf" attack, as Fudge had called it. Lord Voldemort stood above the rest, watching with a satisfied grin as his servants tortured and killed wizards and Muggles. Five Death Eaters separated from the crowd, with them the dragged a very elderly man, a man much older then even Dumbledore. They tossed the man on the ground at their master's feet, forcing him to bow to the evil lord.

"I believe you have information considering a certain torch," Voldemort said almost sinisterly. "Of course, you would think it foolish to tell me, of all people, where the torch is hidden, but it would be a wise decision if you wanted to remain in possession of your life."

"Never!" the old man spat. "I will never help you destroy the light!" he choked out, spitting at the ground in front the evil lord.

"Very foolish-- did you really think I would give you a choice?" Voldemort raised his wand and yelled "Crucio!"

The old man curled up on the ground in pain, screaming, and then he stopped. He stood bolt upright; his eyes flashed blue, and then a blinding white. A white aura was emitted from the man, and deadly sounding words came from his mouth:

"The Champion of Light has risen to fight the evil that's lurks in this world. The 'Pure Light' will light the Green torch and all evil shall be destroyed, never to return. Unless the Green Torch is destroyed before the Champion discovers the powers that lie with in, the darkness will fall into light. All goodness shall prevail!"

The man fell to the ground and passed out. Lord Voldemort seemed to grow in size, so great was his anger. The Death Eaters slowly backed away in fear, and a black glow surrounded their master as he approached the old man and magicked him into the air. The man hung limp in the Dark Lord's magical clutch, waking enough to be dimly aware of where he was and what was happening.

"WHERE IS THE TORCH?!" Voldemort screamed fiercely. The man simply lay stiff in the air. Voldemort dropped him to the ground , raising his wand again. The last thing the old man remembered was praying that the 'Pure Light' would destroy the evil. Voldemort's eyes were nearly popping with power and hatred as he yelled, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The man died a split second after the words left the lord's mouth.

Not too far away, a fourteen-year-old boy woke up clutching his scar in extreme pain.

~*~*~THE SUMMER~*~*~

Harry clutched his scar in pain, breathing deeply. After a few moments the pain faded. He got out of bed to look at his scar in the mirror. This wasn't the first time Harry had woken up in the middle of the night with a terrible pain in his scar. He knew that it was because of dreams of Voldemort, but he could never remember what the dreams were about. He could remember something about this dream though. It was something about lighting a torch, and it seemed oddly familiar.

Harry sighed as he stumbled across his room looking for his glasses. He felt his hands touch a stack of letters he had received since the end of the school year. He had gotten a lot more then usual. Sirius wrote him often telling of his searching around for members of an Order created to fight Voldemort, and how it was difficult because many of them had scattered after Voldemort fell from power.

Hermione wrote Harry regularly to tell of her travels around Europe with her parents, always making sure to ask how Harry was and if he needed anything.

Ron, on the other hand, wrote Harry almost daily. His letters contained information about his dad and Percy's spying in the ministry. Ron's dad, Arthur, was trying to get as much information about what Fudge was doing about Voldemort's return. Of course, Fudge still refused to believe that Voldemort had risen to power, and therefore did nothing. Percy was trying to climb fast through the ranks of the Ministry, asking those of high power what they made of the attacks.

Someone that hadn't written Harry quite as often was Hagrid. His letters were usually short and would only tell Harry that his "secret business" with Dumbledore wasn't going as well as planned, that his "clients" were very stubborn, but he and Olympe were starting to make progress.

Finally Harry found his glasses and put them on, now able to check his scar. The pain had completely faded, and as far as Harry could tell, it looked perfectly normal. Then a terrible thought crossed his mind--Voldemort had killed someone again. The person had probably died as pointlessly as Cedric.

Harry frowned as he thought of Cedric. He knew in his head that he wasn't really responsible for Cedric's death or for Voldemort's return, and yet he felt guilty. Hagrid's words came to mind: 'what will come will come, and we will meet it when it does.'

Harry sighed and looked closer at himself. He had grown a couple inches since school had ended... His attention was diverted to the mane of hair on his head, sticking up worse then usual. Harry tried to push it down, but eventually gave up. He took his glasses off again and laid back down, falling asleep almost immediately.

He woke at about eight o'clock the next morning, completely forgetting about waking up in the middle of the night. He walked down stairs to the kitchen to see his Aunt Petunia cutting three grapefruits in half and serving her husband and her massive son two of them. They all ignored Harry as he entered the room and sat down to eat his usual nibblets for breakfast.

Harry laughed to himself as he thought of the first morning of the summer, when he had come down to breakfast. His Aunt Petunia had already sliced a grapefruit and placed it in front of the chair where Harry sat. Harry frowned and said, "Since I don't need to go on a diet, might I have a bit more grapefruit? Or," he had added thoughtfully, "Might I have some biscuits?" He had asked very politely, but his aunt, uncle, and cousin had reacted in a way that might make you think Harry had threatened to blast them into oblivion.

Harry came to breakfast every morning after that to find a plate full of nibblets.

He looked up at his Uncle Vernon, who was reading the newspaper and was grunting at whatever was in the Muggle news. As Harry returned to his meal, he caught sight of Dudley watching Harry's food intently with his piggy eyes, obviously waiting for the perfect moment to steal some nibblets.

'A moment that would never come,' Harry thought with some satisfaction. Dudley's diet wasn't going very well, but it wasn't really failing either. He hadn't gained any weight, but he most certainly hadn't lost any. Harry knew that Dudley must be sneaking food out of the fridge at night because Harry didn't hear his snoring until late, and would sometimes hear his aunt shriek in the morning when she saw how half the food in the fridge had "disappeared".

The Dursleys had done their best to completely ignore Harry all summer and had succeeded greatly. Although this was a vast improvement to every other summer he had spent in number 4 Privet Drive, Harry had quickly become bored with the practice.

He finished his breakfast and headed back up the stairs to his room to continue working on his extensive homework. He had been given much more this summer than usual, since it was the year he was going to take his O.W.L's. (Ordinary Wizard Levels)

Harry looked up at the clock that read 11:14 pm; another long, uneventful day had passed. He decided it best to put away his essay for Divination ("Explain how the movements and positions of the stars help us to divine,") and go to sleep. He crossed off another day on his calendar counting down to September 1st, before drifting off to sleep.

A few days later, Harry was working on a rather nasty essay about a healing potion for Snape that had to be two and a half rolls of parchment long, when Hedwig flew into his room and held out her leg to show that she had a letter. Harry grinned at her.

'Finally, something to do!' he thought as he stroked her feathers and took the piece of parchment.

"It's from Ron!" He said excitedly. "I wonder why it took him so long to reply," he said thoughtfully, unrolling the parchment and reading.

Harry,

Hey, how are you? Things here are as boring as usual. Fred and George have been in their room all summer inventing new stuff. I think after they blew up our toilet, Mum came to terms with the fact that they're not going to go to work in the Ministry. It's odd though, they seem to have all this money to support their 'research' and Mum hasn't got a clue where they got it. They actually bought me two new dress robes; they're made out of black velvet and silk, and are a lot nicer then the lace one my mum bought me last year. I haven't tried them on yet-- I'm still in the middle of checking for hexes. I bet they put some charm on it where it melts away or turns invisible when I'm in public....

Harry laughed and continued reading.

My dad said there was another attack on a Muggle town and that Fudge claims it was an attack by werewolves. There were 38 casualties without a scratch on them. Those werewolves are getting awful tidy about their work... If I ever get bitten, I hope it's by one as clean as those. Fudge still denies You-Know-Who's return, obviously. Dumbledore sent an owl to my house last week asking Dad and Percy how things were going in the Ministry and if they had heard anything. I asked him to ask Dumbledore if you could spend a few days or so at our place... Which is why this took so long to get to you, because I was waiting for an answer. Dumbledore said that you MIGHT be able to come to our house in a couple weeks IF he thinks its safe enough.

I hope all is well. Are the Muggles treating you right?

- Ron

Harry wasted no time in writing Ron back. He searched his room for a piece of fresh parchment and a quill. A few minutes later, he finally found both and began to write:

Ron,

How are things at the Burrow? They couldn't possibly be as boring as the Dursleys, but I guess them ignoring me is better then having to actually talk with them.

I bet Ludo Bagman paid the twins back, and they don't want your mum to know they were betting. They probably bought the robes to apologize for burning a hole in your tongue with those acid pops. Then again, you never really know with Fred and George, so I would be on the look out.

I can't believe Fudge still can't face facts that Voldemort has returned. Where did the Death Eaters attack? Have your father or Percy heard anything new? I do hope to be able to come to your house, as it is very dull here. I'm perfectly fine though; Muggles aren't giving me any trouble. I hope all is well at the Burrow. Write back soon.

Harry

Satisfied with his letter, he folded it up and sent it back out with a tired Hedwig.

Two weeks later was July 31st, Harry's 15th birthday. He woke up to find six owls sitting on his window, bed stand, and in Hedwig's cage staring down at him. He was a little shocked at the sight at first, but suddenly realized that it was his birthday.

A broad, mischievous grin spread across Harry's face as he jumped out of bed to open the gifts and letters that each owl carried. He took the small package from Errol, the Weasley's family owl--who had obviously been coerced into another mission that was slightly too much for his limited strength--and Pig, Ron's own tiny owl. He opened Ron's parcels to find a large, orange Chudley Cannons Quidditch book that had "Chudley Cannons Greatest Moments- 348 to 1789" written across the top in prominent gold writing. Harry grinned at Ron's gift, and set it on his bed. The next owl carried what Harry instantly recognized as a book, and was therefore from Hermione. Harry unwrapped the packaged parcel to find "Hogwarts, A History" in front of him. Harry raised his eyebrows and read the note that was attached:

Dear Harry, Happy Birthday! Now you will be able to know the History of Hogwarts! It took me a while to think of this gift. I knew you probably had enough Quidditch stuff lying around, so I got you this! I know it will be as useful to you as it was to me! Hope you're well!

Yours truly,
Hermione

Harry grinned at Hermione's enthusiasm.

'You have to hand it to her,' Harry thought in amusement. He set the second book on his bed next to his Chudley Cannons book and turned to the next owl, which carried a large envelope that had "Mr. H. Potter" written on the front in green writing. Harry untied the parchment from the owl, and opened it to read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross station, Platform Nine and Three-quarters, at eleven o'clock. A list of books for next year is enclosed.

Yours sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress

Harry skimmed the piece of parchment which contained his list of books, and then set the parchment down. There was another letter inside the envelope, which Harry opened with curiosity.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederacy of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been appointed a Gryffindor prefect, starting on September the first of this year, 1994. You are to be observant of the conduct of your fellow students, and uphold the rules written in the Hogwarts School Code of Conduct. We expect nothing but the best from our prefects.

As a prefect, you will be allowed certain privileges such as access to certain facilities not open to the general student population. You will be required to attend regular meetings of all of the prefects in the fifth, sixth and seventh years, which are directed by the Head Boy and Head Girl. I hope to see you at the welcoming feast on September the first! Congratulations on receiving this honor!

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Me? A Prefect?" Harry said in bewilderment. Then a grin swept across his face. He was a prefect, just like his parents. Harry looked to the next owl, which was very small...and rather ruffled looking. Harry knew immediately it was from Hagrid, as Hagrid tended to keep his owls inside one of his many coat pockets. Harry off took the bag the owl had tightly bound to it leg, and looked inside to see a beautiful blue stone that looked liked the morning sky and ocean all mixed into one. There was a note stuffed harshly inside the bag with it.

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday to ya! I didn't have a lot of time to find a good gift, but I thought this amulet would have to do. I hope you like it. It's supposed to protect you from evil and sickness- or anyway, that's what the store manager told me. I hope you are having a good birthday.

Hagrid

Harry looked at the amulet and its beauty closely. He tied the string the amulet was bound to around his neck, and hid the amulet beneath his over sized shirt. He was definitely in a good mood today.

He finally reached the last gift, which was a carried by an aging gray owl that was carrying a parcel as small as Harry's palm. He opened the parcel and slid the three rings it contained into his hand. Harry examined them closely: one was a sparkling diamond ring, with a green crystal lily surrounding it. The other two were simple gold ring bands, one smaller than the other. Harry opened the parcel to see that its' packaging was actually a letter. Harry read the last letter with more curiosity then any of the others. It said:

Dear Harry,

I couldn't decide on a proper gift to get you, as you deserve something good... I finally decided to have Moony search my vault for your parents' wedding and engagement rings. I would have gotten them to you sooner, but the circumstances wouldn't allow that. I hope you are having a good birthday, and I hope you like your gift; it's from me and Moony both. I'll see you sometime soon. My search is nearly over. I hope you are having a good summer. If you need me for anything, send your owl and I'll be there as soon as I can.

Sirius

Harry sat down on the bed, re-reading the note and looking at his parents' rings for hours... He skipped breakfast and lunch, completely lost in thought.

Finally, Harry grinned. This was the best birthday present anyone could have ever possibly given to him.