Harry Potter and the Blood Risen Moon (Completed)

Chapter 29: Death Becomes Him

The doors to the great hall burst open and the devil himself walked in. The hall erupted into chaos and spells bounced everywhere. Green flashes and red flashes collided. Death Eaters fell as did some students. No one was able to stop Voldemort from getting in. The fighting ceased when the werewolves came in. Silence filled the hall from fear and Voldemort smiled in victory.

"Now that I have your attention, I suggest you listen." Voldemort's voice rang out through the great hall.

Draco stepped forward, bloody sword in hand. "Draco? How did you get free?" Ginny asked stepping forward. Draco stopped himself from rushing to her side. She was bleeding from her temple and was hardly holding herself up.

"Draco here has proved his loyalty," Voldemort said, his smile wide.

"Care to explain?" Ron asked with a glare. How he ever allowed his sister to date that traitor. He would kill Draco with his bare hands.

"Harry Potter is dead," Voldemort exclaimed.

The great hall erupted into whispers and disbelief. Hermione stepped forward, "I don't believe you."

A group of Death Eaters parted and a rougher looking man stepped through the parted crowd. In his arms was Harry. "Is his body enough proof for you mud blood?" Voldemort asked.

The body in the mans arms didn't move to Hermione's defense. There was no way Harry was faking especially when the man dropped Harry on the floor. After a few seconds belief really sank in as a pool of blood surrounded the area around Harry.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered. Ron stopped her from rushing to his side.

"Now I suggest you all do as I tell you or I will unleash hell upon you all," Voldemort spoke, his voice ringing out in the great hall that was dead silent.

All eyes were on Harry's body that remained unmoving. The silence was broken by sobs as Hermione clutched onto Ron. The werewolves and death eaters moved further into the great hall leaving the bloody mess of Harry Potter to their backside. Voldemort immediately moved the key players to the front and lined them up. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Remus and Tonks all stood tall.

"The key players in Harry's life shall be the first to die in the new age. Any last words?" Voldemort asked raising his wand.

"I have something to say," A voice spoke from behind them all. Voldemort turned in disbelief. The death eaters and werewolves turned and stared wide eyed. Before them was Harry Potter in all of his gory.

"How? You were stabbed with silver," Voldemort managed to speak. Harry simply smirked.

"Draco finish him," Voldemort demanded.

Draco turned to Voldemort and grinned. He dropped his sword and turned to join Ginny. Voldemort screamed in rage and fired the first spell. Draco fell at Ginny's feet. A roar erupted through the hall and before both sides knew what was happening, a black mass was tearing through the death eaters. Harry had shed all humanity and fully changed. Screams of terror split the silence as death eaters were ripped to shreds. Bodies laid strewn and blood splattered the floors.

Harry was a killing machine as war erupted throughout the great hall. Everyone else realized what was happening and began to attack as well. Many bodies fell from both sides. As the last werewolf fell, Harry released a horrid howl. A few seconds later a worn

and bleeding Harry stood, only clad in ripped jeans. Voldemort was the last standing.

"Harry Potter, the bloody boy who won't die!" Voldemort screamed before chuckling. "I have precautions. You can't kill me." He let out a manacle laugh.

"Actually, Draco helped me fix that," Harry revealed.

"I'm sorry?" Voldemort asked confused.

"After I killed your pet all that was left of the Horcruxes…was me. Draco killed me and took care of that," Harry continued.

"Then how are you alive?" Voldemort asked.

"Scares you, doesn't it? The great Lord Voldemort brought to his knees." Harry said.

He hunched over and let out a growl. Voldemort raised his wand and began to fire. Harry moved faster than anyone had seen him move. Voldemort fired spells and tried to keep up with where Harry moved. Next thing Voldemort knew, his wand was flying across the room and he had a pair of strong hands around his neck.

"Riddle, your end has come. No more death, no more blood spill, no more pain. It's over," Harry said.

With a growl and a twist, Voldemort lay dead. Harry reared back and released a pain filled howl. Hermione stepped forward and watched as he struggled to gain his composure. His body slowly softened to his normal rock hard mass, and his eyes returned to its comforting green. What she saw behind his eyes held no comfort. She wasn't looking at the same Harry that she fell in love with, nor the same Harry that she had made love with.

"Harry?" Ron asked stepping forward.

His best friend fell to his knees and then fell the rest of the way to the blood stained marble floors. The hall was silent.