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A potter's death: Last chance
Voldemort's won & Harry is dead. Yet Fate has decided to give him one last chance. Adopted by a mysterious man and casted into the world of bounty hunters & mercenaries. Super Harry! HP/OC, Eventua...
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Disclaimer: None of the Harry Potter's universe characters is mine. However Drake Firefang, Giselle SilverFang as well as Marco Giovanni (and his family) are characters from my books... therefore I own them. (Actually almost all other non-Harry Potter serie's characters are mine and original; ask in case you wish to use them)
AN:This is my first challenge fic & my first Harry Potter fic... let's see how it fares.
In another note: This is my response to Reptilia's "Don't fear the reaper" challenge from portkey... sorry if I didn't mention it before
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It had been the worst month of his life.
Ever since Dumbledore’s death everything had gone down the drain; With Lupin, Tonks and Mad-Eye moody’s deaths at the hands of Snape, the Order of the Phoenix was gone and with it Harry’s last hope to find the remaining Horcuxes.
It wasn’t long after that Dumbledore’s Army fell when Ron turned into a Deatheater, breaking Luna’s heart and body at the same time.
Since that day Harry and Hermione had been outlaws, fighting Voldemort’s increasing forces every other day; but as another week came by their exhausted bodies and spirits started to give up and they were ultimately captured.
For five long days they were tortured into near insanity, that’s until the boy had to see his best friend being raped over and over again by nameless Deatheaters.
It had broken his heart, but knew better than to argue when she asked to end her life.
“Ah! If it isn’t Harry Potter” came a hissing voice from somewhere inside the darkness of his cell “What a pleasure to finally see you” Voldemort appeared above the boy’s broken body “… finally sleeping on the mud from which you came from” the older wizard sneered.
As the kid below him was unable to protest without his tongue the Dark Lord smiled at his own joke “But I tire of this; It was once a thrill to see you squirm and cry in pain” his smile faded “but no more… since your little mudblod friend died, you no longer possess the spirit I longed so much to break. The fire is gone from you, Harry Potter. And soon you shall be gone too.” Harry’s lifeless eyes left the spot where Hermione’s body once laid to meet the newcomer only to see a green light approaching him at impossible speed.
Riddle stepped over the dead body and sighed disapprovingly.
“Good bye boy, we shall never see each other again.”
AN:This is my first challenge fic & my first Harry Potter fic... let's see how it fares.
In another note: This is my response to Reptilia's "Don't fear the reaper" challenge from portkey... sorry if I didn't mention it before
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:1:
It had been the worst month of his life.
Ever since Dumbledore’s death everything had gone down the drain; With Lupin, Tonks and Mad-Eye moody’s deaths at the hands of Snape, the Order of the Phoenix was gone and with it Harry’s last hope to find the remaining Horcuxes.
It wasn’t long after that Dumbledore’s Army fell when Ron turned into a Deatheater, breaking Luna’s heart and body at the same time.
Since that day Harry and Hermione had been outlaws, fighting Voldemort’s increasing forces every other day; but as another week came by their exhausted bodies and spirits started to give up and they were ultimately captured.
For five long days they were tortured into near insanity, that’s until the boy had to see his best friend being raped over and over again by nameless Deatheaters.
It had broken his heart, but knew better than to argue when she asked to end her life.
“Ah! If it isn’t Harry Potter” came a hissing voice from somewhere inside the darkness of his cell “What a pleasure to finally see you” Voldemort appeared above the boy’s broken body “… finally sleeping on the mud from which you came from” the older wizard sneered.
As the kid below him was unable to protest without his tongue the Dark Lord smiled at his own joke “But I tire of this; It was once a thrill to see you squirm and cry in pain” his smile faded “but no more… since your little mudblod friend died, you no longer possess the spirit I longed so much to break. The fire is gone from you, Harry Potter. And soon you shall be gone too.” Harry’s lifeless eyes left the spot where Hermione’s body once laid to meet the newcomer only to see a green light approaching him at impossible speed.
Riddle stepped over the dead body and sighed disapprovingly.
“Good bye boy, we shall never see each other again.”
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