Harry Potter and the Undead Alliance

Remus Lupin paced along the edge of the graveyard watching the sky. It was now dusk and the person he was meeting should show up any time now. The next time the man turned around, he flinched in surprise by the figure of Altair Sinclair standing not two meters from him. "Did you bring it?" Remus quickly asked.

"Of course," the Vampire said, producing an ancient book and handing it to the Wizard. "This cannot fall into the wrong hands."

"It won't," Lupin said as he began to thumb through the book.

"Hand the book over werewolf," a voice demanded almost as soon as Remus opened the book.

When the men snapped to where the voice came from, they found themselves looking at a dozen cloaked and masked figures with two standing in front of the others. "Let's just take it from the foul creatures," an evil female voice said.

"Now Bella," Lucius Malfoy firmly said. "You can have your fun in a moment. And before you even consider it Lupin, apparation will be impossible for the next few hours. Our Master wanted to make sure we had enough time to thoroughly enjoy ourselves."

"I'll destroy it," Lupin said, pointing his wand at the book, trying to keep his true emotion from showing.

Bella hissed but Lucius calmly said, "This isn't like the prophecy. We'll save the book before it is totally destroyed."

"Where is your Master," Altair calmly asked.

"Ah Vampire," Lucius spat. "I expected much more of you. You've signed the death sentence for your people."

"We don't fear final death. And it will be your Master's fate as well," the Vampire simply said.

"You dare!" Bella exclaimed, and sent a curse at the Vampire who moved so fast Lupin only saw a blur.

"Bella!" Lucius scolded. "There will be time for that. I must admit that I am glad it's you Lupin. The Dark Lord won't allow us to kill Potter but taking those close to him will be good enough. Getting your head in the mail should be a nice topper to last year."

"Was your master afraid to come himself?" Altair coldly asked, drawing hisses from the hooded figures.

"You I can kill," Lucius said raising his wand.

"Now now Lucius," a cold voice said appearing out of thin air. "I've been told he is a great leader so I'm interested in what reason he could give for sending his clan to their defeat."

Back in the Hospital Wing, the four occupants seemed to visibly grow in stature. "Oh my!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. Each of the four felt a great surge deep within them.

"What happened mom?" Ginny asked, standing next to the woman.

When the woman didn't answer Dumbledore said, "That my friends is what makes Harry truly remarkable. I do believe Voldemort has just shown himself."

"That didn't feel like fear," Sirius said quickly.

"And it wasn't," Dumbledore said. "I would say the closest word would be determination. Focused, unwavering determination. Harry posses it in excess."

"What has this got to do with Harry? He's right here?" Ron bellowed.

Hermione looked at Harry on the table and then back to Ron. "The map..." she started to say but caught herself.

Hermione's eyes got huge as her hand went to cover her mouth, but Ron still looked confused. Before Hermione could answer Kari stood up and yelled, "That's not Harry! Harry's gone to kill Voldemort." Finally breaking down, the girl was quickly hugged by Tonks, who nodded in agreement to Hermione.

"Will someone explain to me what's going on?" Ron demanded.

Snape roared, "And why don't you have your wands?"

On the edge of the graveyard, Altair Sinclair stood proudly in front of the Dark Lord and said, "A few sacrifices are meaningless. Your time is nearly over. The prophecy will be fulfilled."

Remus could see the Death Eaters looking at each other and Voldemort must have noticed as well. "The prophecy is meaningless!" Voldemort bellowed. With the slightest of wand movements, Voldemort sent a slicing curse at the Vampire and split him in two.

Averting his eyes from the gore next to him, Remus Lupin felt more determination than he could ever remember. Dumbledore had told him that Altair fully expected to die and was prepared to do so but this didn't help the disgust he felt bubbling up. Trying to focus on the bigger plan, he stood silently watching the Dark Lord take pleasure in the destruction of the Vampire. "Now you werewolf," Voldemort coldly said. "If only young Harry could be here to see this."

Suddenly Remus felt a curse approaching and with a smooth, fluid movement; he slashed his wand skyward, sending the curse back towards Bellatrix. The evil woman had to quickly move to get out of the way.

While his attention was towards the woman, he missed a man transforming from a rat just off to his other side. It wasn't until he felt a hand begin to close around his throat did he realize he had been setup. Wrenching himself backwards, Lupin noticed the shocked expression on Wormtail's face and quickly fired off the strongest 'Reductor' curse he could. The powerful curse struck the silver hand and sent pieces flying in all directions.

As blood began to flow from the stump, Peter Pettigrew stumbled with his voice, "That's impossible...Silver....."

Remus was just about to send another curse when he caught Voldemort's slight movement and he conjured the most powerful shield he could just in time to deflect the curse from the evil Wizard.

"Well, well, yet another surprise," Voldemort said, studying Remus closely. "Lucius, Bella, other faithful; we have been doubly blessed tonight. First we will have the Tome of Renaul and second, Harry Potter himself is delivering it to us. How much longer will it be Harry?"

The Death Eaters began mumbling and when Voldemort realized Remus wasn't going to answer he said, "We can wait Harry. I don't want to kill you until I can see the life seep out of your own eyes. The real werewolf will soon follow. You've only bought him some time. I wonder though, why the charade?" After a moment Voldemort said, "Maybe I could have gotten the information out of the Vampire. Patience is not one of my virtues."

The queasy feeling started and Harry knew he was changing back into himself. If everything was timed correctly, Harry knew things were about to get very complicated. "Ah that is the face I've longed to kill," Voldemort said causing Bellatrix to laugh.

When Harry didn't make any movement or sound, Voldemort said 'Accio Book'. Harry had a strong shield up before the Dark Lord finished his spell and the book barely quivered at all. Dumbledore had stressed that Harry couldn't use any spell other than shields against Voldemort to make sure their wands didn't link again.

From the side, Lucius Malfoy sent a stunning hex thinking he could catch Harry off guard but Harry changed his shield to a localized one and instantly sent a slicing hex back at the man opening up a long cut on his leg.

Bellatrix made a move and Harry spun, prepared to defend himself from her attack but in that instant, the Dark Lord cried out 'Crucio!'

In the Hospital Wing, Ron had just demanded again to know what was going on. Surprisingly someone else voiced the exact same thing. "For once Weasley I concur. What exactly has Potter gotten into now?"

The Headmaster didn't rise up but softly said, "Bill could you explain. And thank our guest for his assistance."

"Of course sir," Bill Weasley said stepping closer. "First off we should thank the person responsible for setting this meeting up." The man turned towards Draco and said, "Without your help Draco, this opportunity would not have presented itself."

"What?" Draco spat back. "I haven't done anything to Potter."

With a cold laugh Bill said, "True. How does it feel to be played?" The look of confusion on the Slytherin's face said it all. "That's right Draco. It was a setup. Do you really think Harry is stupid enough to talk about real plans out in the open where traitors could overhear?"

Snape looked between the two in confusion but it was Draco who asked, "So Professor Lupin's not meeting the Vampire?"

Harry slightly rose up from his hospital bed and said, "That's right Mr. Malfoy. I'm not."

"Professor?" Ron asked.

"The map doesn't lie Ron," Harry said before laying back down.

"You can't be serious. The boy won't last a minute." Snape coldly said.

"We are betting he will," Bill firmly said and then noticed Remus Lupin was back to himself. "Welcome back Remus."

"I'm sure Voldemort already knew," Professor Dumbledore softly said. "Be prepared for anything."

"Why did I not know of this?" Snape demanded, looking furious. "And what are you four doing in bed?"

"Harry doesn't trust you!" Kari spat out at her head of house.

Before Snape could say anything Bill said, "Harry refused to go along with the plan if you learned anything about it. He really doesn't trust you."

"Why should he trust you?" Draco questioned and then suddenly realized the real situation. "You're a spy! Filthy traitor. Wait 'til my father hears."

"You won't remember any of this anyway," Snape calmly said. "Besides, you led the Dark Lord into a trap. If he doesn't kill Potter you'll be at the top of his list." Draco paled noticeably. "Not that Potter has any chance of surviving," Snape added shaking his head. "You'll finally see the Prophecy was all a fairy tale!"

As many heads in the room snapped to the man, the people in the bed all arched their backs in obvious pain. Molly Weasley cried out but the others kept the screams suppressed. "Mom!" both Ron and Ginny said and then Ginny turned to Bill. "What's happening to her?"

Bill grimaced and said, "They're taking some of Harry's pain. That's why they're here." The four dropped back onto the bed breathing heavily.

"How much do they take?" Hermione asked, watching the others trying to recover.

"Hopefully one fourth in total," Dumbledore said.

"Then H...H...Harry's are worse?" Ron asked gulping a bit.

"Undoubtedly," Dumbledore replied.

"The Prophecy's about Harry and Voldemort isn't it?" Hermione questioned. "That's why he wanted it so bad."

"Of course it's about Harry and Voldemort!" Kari exclaimed jumping up. "Merlin how hard is this to figure out. Harry is the only one who can stop him!"

After a moment of silence Ginny turned to her brother and asked, "Is it true?...Bill?"

Looking very sad Bill said, "I'm afraid so GinGin. It all comes down to him."

"Harrumph," Snape threw in.

"You're kidding?" Draco sneered. "Potter defeating the Dark Lord." Ron stepped toward the boy but Draco didn't back down. "C'mon Weasel. Even you can't be stupid enough to buy that." Ron couldn't stand the boy talking bad about his best friend but also couldn't imagine Harry defeating Voldemort by himself.

"So what's going on here?" Ron questioned.

"Voldemort has Harry's blood," Bill quickly said. "Blood magic is the strongest there is."

"Almost the strongest," the Headmaster said while trying to catch his breath. "Bonds of blood can and are occasionally broken. However bonds of selfless love are never broken. Bent maybe, but never broken. The Tome of Renaul showed us how to tap into that magic. We are now bound to Harry."

When the spell hit, Harry immediately recognized it and was prepared for the worst feeling of his life but the pain was noticeably reduced. He still rolled around in agony but didn't cry out as he had after the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Once the spell was lifted, Harry saw the book lying just out of reach and he quickly pulled it back in. "You can't hold onto it forever Harry," Voldemort said causing Bellatrix to laugh again.

"As much fun as this has been," Voldemort said. "You seem to have a knack for squirming out of tight spots so I'm afraid we'll have to say goodbye...Well maybe one more...'Crucio.'"

After a few more moments of writhing on the ground, the pain stopped again. Harry really began to doubt the intelligence of their plan but suddenly he felt a slight, distant comforting feeling and realized the second part of the plan was about to happen.

"Any last words Harry?" Voldemort said stepping closer.

Harry pulled himself up onto his knees and said as firmly as he could, "I know the whole prophecy. You're going to die tonight."

There was total silence as the Death Eaters didn't know what to say. Even Voldemort seemed a bit taken aback by the statement. "I will miss your bravado Harry," Voldemort hissed. "But it is time for...."

His statement was cut off by yelling coming from the woods around the cemetery. Dozens of Vampires began charging down the Death Eaters. Voldemort actually looked frightened for a moment before yelling "Destroy them!" Harry started to make a move for the book when he felt a curse just miss his head.

In that time, Voldemort summoned the book and said, "This is mine Har....."

When Harry felt the pull of the portkey he was linked to, the last thing he noticed was the shocked expression on Voldemort's face. Harry took some pride in knowing the Dark Lord realized he was not completely in control.

The hospital beds bounced when the sensation of being portkeyed finished. "What?" Ginny asked. "What just happened?"

"I believe Harry and Voldemort have left the cemetery," Dumbledore said, the worry obvious in his voice. "Focus on Harry," the old man commanded and then closed his eyes.

"Of course, everything's about the brat," Snape spat out. "If this is what it takes for you all to realize he's nothing special than so be it."

"Harry's already twice the Wizard you'll ever be Snivellus", Sirius said.

Snape quickly raised his wand but Tonks was faster and disarmed the Potions Master before the man could stop her. "I don't think you'll be needing this," Tonks forcefully said.

Snape was just about to protest when the four either cried out in pain or groaned loudly and grasped their left leg. "Shut up all of you!" Kari exclaimed. "Harry needs you!" Madame Pomfrey was already tending to the damage done to each person's leg.

After hitting the ground, Harry looked around to see tall weeds and what looked to be the remains of a destroyed building. Before fully being aware of his surroundings, Harry's leg exploded with pain and he collapsed onto his side. Looking at his left leg, Harry saw a bone protruding through the skin. Instinctively he threw up a shield just as another blasting hex came his way. "I don't know what you had planned boy," Voldemort roared, "but it matters not. There's no one to help you." Harry saw the book lying on the ground not far from him but before he could make a move towards it, Voldemort destroyed the ancient Tome in a ball of fire.

"Ha!" Harry tried to laugh through the pain, "You destroyed it!"

Voldemort growled in anger and said, "And you will be next. There's no way out for you now." With a quick slash, the man sent a powerful curse at Harry. Surprising even himself, Harry's shield was able to deflect the curse.

Shuffling a bit, Harry tried to set up, hoping to defend himself better. "You're going to die alone Harry. No one's coming to your rescue this time." After looking around Voldemort said, "I recognize this place. How fitting..." Now the evil Wizard stood directly above Harry and said, "This time you won't be so lucky."

Harry had tried to prepare himself for what he knew was coming but still hearing 'Avada Kedavra' from the Dark Lord's mouth, and seeing the green light streaking towards him was terrifying. Without thinking, Harry threw up his left hand in a vain attempt to stop the curse, but to no avail.

Madame Pomfrey had just finished with Sirius' leg when the four's eyes snapped wide-open and they each thrust out their left hand, attempting to block an unseen curse. A deep breath was taken by each of them as their arms were thrown back, bleeding profusely. Each patient collapsed unconscious on their bed. "Sweet Merlin," Madame Pomfrey said over the cries of the younger Weasleys as she went to work on her patients.

The first thing Harry recognized while he fought to regain consciousness, other than intense pain was hearing the loud, almost maniacal laughing. Barely opening his eyes, he saw a twisted smile on Lord Voldemort's face as the Wizard seemed to survey his body to make sure he was still whole. Fighting to stay alert and moving as slowly as possible while the Dark Lord was busy examining his own body, Harry eased the grouping of four wands from the sleeve of his robe and held it in his bloody left hand. Finally he inserted his own wand into the center of the grouping and with that motion, felt a slight bit of strength return to him.

Holding down a choke from the blood seeping from his mouth, Harry saw Voldemort give a final look at his wand and attempt to apparate. In this moment, Harry pushed himself against the wall and sat as upright as he could with the grouping of wands pointed at the spot the man just disappeared from. As expected, Voldemort quickly reappeared looking quite confused. Professor Dumbledore had already placed an anti-apparation barrier around the location. "You can't leave Tom," Harry said with as much confidence as he could.

If the situation hadn't been so dire, Harry would have laughed at the look on Lord Voldemort's face. The most evil Wizard in a century looked totally lost and confused. That appearance didn't last long as rage took over the man. "Why won't you die?" he roared. "Well Bella's technique works as well," he spat and before Harry was ready, sent a slicing spell that tore through Harry's side.

Cursing himself for not being prepared, Harry tried to focus through the pain and began mumbling the spell he had prepared to use. When the next slicing curse came, Harry felt it open up a long gash on his leg but after a brief grimace, he continued with the spell.

Voldemort looked enraged and said, "It was good enough for the Vampire. You're friends will enjoy the sight of this. Goodbye Harry." Just as the man's hand was beginning its downward slash, a misty figure streaked from the rubble and ripped the flesh away from Voldemort's forearm. Harry felt a strange surge deep inside him as the part of Voldemort was torn away. Another shadowy figure came from the ground and tore a chunk from the man's face and again Harry felt something deep within being replenished and a slight rush. Voldemort screamed out in agony and started trying to curse the figures but missed each time.

Not fully prepared for what the spell had caused, Harry forgot about the warnings the Headmaster had given him and after seeing large chunks being ripped from Voldemort began to feel quite relieved and excited. It wasn't until he felt a piece of his own arm being ripped away did he realized what was happening. Three figures swooped in on Harry as he desperately tried to recall exactly what the Headmaster had said. One of the figures barred large teeth and was just about to bite when Harry felt a warmth from his chest. Looking down he saw something straining to burst through his shirt. 'The life-stone!' Harry thought. 'Kari!' snapped to his mind and then the words of Professor Dumbledore came through clear, 'You have the same blood Harry. The victims will not stop with him. You must show them a clear difference. Feel something Voldemort cannot.'

Grabbing the life-stone, Harry focused on Kari and Sirius first. The figures still took swipes at him but their claws just missed his skin. Continuing to think about Remus, Mrs. Weasley and even the Headmaster caused the forms to be kept even further back. Now able to take in the surroundings again, Harry saw Voldemort was down on his knees swatting at the figures as more and more hunks of skin were torn away.

Harry watched as Voldemort eyes went wide and he mouthed something before falling to the ground, wand rolling out of his hand. When the ghostly forms stopped tearing pieces of Voldemort away, they circled around Harry with a hungry look in their hollow eyes. With a final word, Harry ended the spell and the forms glittered slightly before vanishing. Without something to focus on, the pain he was in quickly hit hard and he slumped to the side spitting blood onto the ground. Noticing the almost skeletal hand stretched out, Harry saw Voldemort's wand just beyond the fingers. Trying to focus any strength he had left, Harry summoned the wand. Even though his left hand wasn't closing all the way, Harry gripped the wand as tightly as he could just in case something else bad happened.

Barely able to focus with so much pain Harry thought, 'At least it's over.' They hadn't planned on Voldemort destroying the book. That was the emergency portkey back to the hospital wing. As Harry drifted in and out of consciousness he felt strangely calm and whole.

It was chaos in the Hospital Wing as Tonks and Bill had joined Madame Pomfrey in attending to the patients. The three worked quickly but only Professor Dumbledore remained conscious at all. "Severus," the Headmaster groaned. "Take the portkey and bring him back. Quickly."

Tonks obviously didn't like this idea and said, "I don't think he should go."

"I assure you Nymphadora that even though I take no pleasure in rescuing Potter, I won't enjoy seeing what's left of him," Snape spat.

"Just get him!" Kari exclaimed.

"Traitor," Draco coldly said.

Bill, Tonks and Kari instantly had their wands pointing at the man but only Bill hissed, "Get him now!" Snape seemed stunned at the level of hatred directed toward him, retrieved his wand from Tonks, took the portkey from Dumbledore's bed and disappeared.

When Snape reappeared, it didn't take him long to know where this was. It was actually a vision of a place that haunted his own dreams. What he wasn't prepared to see was the mutilated body of the Dark Lord or the bloody body of Harry Potter, shredded leg pointing at an odd angle, and with what looked like a grouping of wands trained on him. Ignoring the obvious injuries, the boy looked different and that look frightened the Potions Master.

"Get away!" Harry yelled with a wild gleam in his eyes. "You can't have him!"

"Listen Potter," Snape said with all the venom he could muster at the time.

That was all he got out because Harry sent an extremely powerful blasting curse at the man. Snape barely ducked to get out of the way as he felt the heat from the spell go by his head. "You're nothing but a Death Eater!" Harry yelled almost glowing. "I won't miss next time."

"I've come to take you back..." Snape started but then saw the wand tips start to glow so he re-activated the portkey and instantly appeared back in the Hospital Wing.

"Where's Harry?" Kari demanded.

"Severus?" Dumbledore weakly asked.

"He wouldn't come," Snape said and noticed Madame Pomfrey tending to Mrs. Weasley as the woman had just coughed up a good deal of blood.

"Told you it wasn't a good idea," Tonks exclaimed as she rubbed a gel on Lupin's arm.

"I'll go Headmaster," Professor McGonagall said as she stepped up.

"You must hurry Minerva," Dumbledore said as he dropped back onto the bed.

Before she could vanish, Professor Snape gave her a pained expression and said, "Prepare yourself." Minerva knew not much really bothered the Potions Master and it caused her heart to drop just as she activated the portkey. Her shock at the look in Harry's eyes as he had the wands trained on her must have shown because Harry dropped his arm solidly to the ground and instantly took on a frail, beaten look.

Holding down her sorrow for the young boy the Professor softly said, "Po...Harry. We need to get you back to Hogwarts."

"I just want it to end," Harry said in a raspy voice and made no attempt to move. "I don't want anymore..."

"Harry please," Professor McGonagall says stepping closer and getting a better glimpse at the torn flesh in his left side and the blood over his left hand. "The others, they can't break the connection charm without you. Molly isn't doing well."

"Mrs. Weasley!" Harry groaned. "She's hurt?"

"She'll be ok if we get you back quickly." She saw the lost look in his eyes as she got close and knew he couldn't last much longer. Harry made to rise but she shook her head, not counting on holding back her tears if she had to talk. Placing the device on Harry's hand, she wrapped both of her hands around his and activated the portkey.

Kari pushed everyone aside as soon as Harry was placed onto the empty hospital bed. "Oh no," she said looking at the damage. "You can't...."

Tonks pulled the girl back as Dumbledore painfully said, "Place their wands back into their hands." Ron had his hand squeezing his mother's fingers around her wand. Dumbledore said something and a blue light shot out of Harry's wand and then connected to the other four before returning to Harry's. The four patients gasped deeply as the light vanished but Harry visibly weakened once the spell was done and Madame Pomfrey quickly began pouring a potion down his throat.

In only a minute, Sirius and Remus were sitting up and even Molly seemed noticeably better. Dumbledore stood over the objections of Professor McGonagall and moved near Harry. "How is he?" the old man asked, holding onto the bed for support.

"It's not good...." Madame Pomfrey said, the concern evident in her voice as she worked frantically on her patient.

"My dear boy," Dumbledore sighed.

"No!" Kari cried trying to get out of Tonks' grip. "You can't let him die!"

"Albus?" Sirius asked, now trying to stand.

After a few more minutes tears were even starting to come down Madame Pomfrey's face. Getting slightly distraught she said, "It's too much...I don't think..."

That was as far as she got because Professor Dumbledore firmly moved her out of the way and commanded, "Harry Potter will NOT die today!" After some swift wand movements and soft murmuring, a bright orange glow emanated from the old man's chest, growing into a large shimmering phoenix. As soon as the form was clearly defined, a single solitary note was sounded and the glowing creature flew directly into Harry's chest. Harry visibly thrashed at the same time as the Headmaster collapsed onto the floor.