Harry Potter and the Clone Wars
A Star Wars/Harry Potter Crossover by Leaf Head
Warnings: Character Death, Violence, Mild Language.
A/N: Fear the Leaf!
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Prologue: The Battle
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Sirius Orion Black
Death Room, Department of Mysteries
Bellatrix Lestrange
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Astronomy Tower, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Severus Snape
Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody
Kings Cross Station, London
Voldemort
Remus Lupin
Kings Cross Station, London
Rodolphus Lestrange
Nymphadora Tonks
Kings Cross Station, London
Antonin Dolohov
William Weasley
Kings Cross Station
Bellatrix Lestrange
Neville Longbottom
Kings Cross Station
Voldemort
Fred and George Weasley
The Burrow
Lucius Malfoy
Charles Weasley
The Burrow
Antonin Dolohov
Arthur and Molly Weasley
The Burrow
Antonin Dolohov, Lucius Malfoy
Ronald Billius Weasley
The Burrow
Lucius Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Senior, Gregory Goyle, Senior
Died protecting Hermione Jane Granger
Hermione Jane Granger
The Burrow
Lucius Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Senior, Gregory Goyle, Senior
Rubeus Hagrid
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Severus Snape
Minerva McGonagall
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Voldemort
Ginerva Molly Weasley
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Voldemort
Died protecting Harry Potter
Memories of his friends deaths flashed through Harry's head. Their screams of terror, cries of pain, and bellows of rage filled his mind as he strode through the ruins of Hogwarts. Piles of rubble and broken glass were everywhere, cluttering the once-pristine corridors. Harry came to the Great Hall, rage growing by the second, every second he remained in the broken shell that used to be the greatest school of magic in all of Britain. His lightning-bolt scar was throbbing rhythmically.
Harry pushed back the burned piece of wood that was once one of the oak doors of the entrance, stepping inside. "I know you're here, Tom. Come out!" he said loudly, hate beginning to boil in his veins.
"Well, well, it seems that you've grown up, Potter. No longer are you the defenseless boy who needs sacrifices to survive. Oh wait, I'm wrong. How shocking." Voldemort said maliciously, smirk evident in his voice.
Harry started towards him, but stopped and let out a bitter laugh, more at himself then anyone. "I know what you're trying to do, Tom. You're trying to get me angry, so that I'll be distracted when you attack. It won't work. Not anymore." Harry said quietly, but somehow his voice still echoed clearly throughout the room. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Harry felt the blinding anger slowly fade, and he was calm. All that was left was the raw power pulsing gently inside his body, telling him that yes, he was ready for this duel.
Harry stepped forward and the two greatest wizards of their time bowed to each other, drawing their wands simultaneously. And then.. the the battle of ages began.
"Expelliarmus!" They cried in unison. Harry was blasted back by Voldemort's spell, his wand flying out of Harry's hand and falling to the ground with a clatter some fifty feet away. Voldemort was hit as well, his wand landed next to Harry. They both scrambled over themselves, seizing opponent's wand.
"I've got your wand, Potter!" Voldemort cried triumphantly.
"And I yours." responded Harry, who simply grinned in return.
Voldemort scowled. Once again, they screamed, "Expelliarmus!" After a moment of confusion, they picked themselves (and their wands) up again. Voldemort sneered. "Quite a 'compassionate' move Potter, to get both wands! Very Gryffindor-like!" he cried.
Harry looked back calmly, more stating then asking, "Were you not trying to do the same?"
Voldemort shrugged. "It's in my nature, though, while you.. EXPELLIARMUS!" He caught Harry off guard, the jet of red light hurling the young prodigy into the wall. Voldemort smirked as he casually strode over and picked up Harry's wand, quickly snapping it in two between his long, spider-like fingers.
"Oh, no!" Harry whispered.
"Oh, yes." Voldemort snickered, raising his wand. Harry did his best to get up, but before he was standing, Voldemort shouted out, "Plenus Subsisto!!" Harry's body froze in place. He couldn't move, save for struggled breathing. Voldemort's smile grew. "Oh, Potter, you have no idea how long I've waited to do this, how many long, painful years I've waited to enact my revenge."
Harry's eyes screamed, 'What are you going to do to me?'
Voldemort sighed happily, savouring the moment. "I may have had to sacrifice all my followers, but it was worth it, it was all worth it to be here, finally. Of course, even though your wretched friends gave us a few new scars-"
Harry roared with laughter inwardly, remembering with mixed delight and sorrow when Ginny had given Voldemort a taste of her infamous Bat-Bogey Hex. He relished the proud moment Neville had avenged his parents by taking out both Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. The wonderful memories washed over him for a second, then Voldemort interrupted his train of thought.
"-they've been repaid in kind. And now, for your fate Mr. Potter. Do you happen to remember a little incident about fifteen years ago when you ripped me from my body? Yes, I thought you would. Do you want to know what it felt like?"
Harry, unable to move or speak, simply stared at his foe, waiting, and watching. He was beyond fear, now, and had been since the end of his sixth year.
Voldemort smiled coldly. "I'll take that as a yes. Ingero Poena!" Black light streamed from the end of his wand. Harry sensed the extreme threat it carried and struggled against the binding curse, but couldn't get away. The light reached out and grabbed him, taking effect instantly.
Staggering, twisting pain surged through Harry, through to his bones. He cried out mentally, but couldn't move! The pain seared, growing more intense every second. Harry yelled and cried and screamed in his mind, but still it persisted. What cruel God could allow this pain to con-
And just as suddenly, it ended. A loud ringing noise sounded in Harry's ears. He lay there, panting on the cold hard ground of Hogwarts, struggling to catch his breath.
"Now, think back about five years to when you tore me from Quirrel.." And so it went, Tom 'punishing' him for everything Harry had ever done to him, and more. The spell had long since worn off, but Harry still could not move. This time, it was from pure exhaustion. His painful cries were audible now, but that only seemed to excite Voldemort. Harry's robes were damp with sweat, his throat hoarse from yelling. His body throbbed even when the terrible curse was not in effect; Harry's entire world was pain.
But finally, his torture ceased. Voldemort flicked his wand upwards casually and Harry was abruptly dragged to his feet by a massive, unseen hand.
"And now, dear Harry, you will die." The phrase was simple and condemning. The Dark Lord slowly walked up to the boy, triumph written on his face.
But when he neared, Voldemort received the shock of his life. Harry was shaking. At first, Voldemort thought it to be from fear, but upon closer examination, he discovered that Harry was laughing. It was a hearty, warm laugh so out of place it shook Voldemort, shook him to his core.
What was more shocking was the tendrils of magic reaching from the boy. It was pure, untamed magic, the like of which had not been seen for more then fifty years. It flowed freely through his veins and through every fiber of Harry's being. Harry had surrendered his will to that of the inner voice, the voice that calmed him and guided him, the voice that told him he would not survive this, but neither would Voldemort.
Harry's eyes changed from their normal dark emerald to a different colour. They were now a frosty light green, like the palest of jade. His tanned skin grew lighter, as it was when he was still young, still innocent. Still unmarked by this embodiment of evil. Harry felt the magic changing him on the inside as well, altering him in ways he couldn't even begin to comprehend.
As all this happened, he could feel Voldemort backing away slowly, feel anger and fear begin to rise in him. Harry sensed the man raising his wand and yelling, "Proprius Evanui!" But as disturbed as Voldemort was, he couldn't aim straight. It took several tries, wherein he hit the floor in front of Harry and the wall behind him. What appeared to be silvery-grey pools of liquid appeared where the spells had struck, their surfaces dancing with unseen movement. Finally, Voldemort finally regained his composure.
By then, Harry was ready. He thrust a hand forward, feeling the magic in his limb pushing the air, strengthening his push, making a ripple of wind that sent Voldemort sprawling.
Voldemort raised the wand again, calling vainly, "Incedere!" several times in a row. The cutting spell opened wounds in Harry's neck, arms, and torso that bled heavily, but he didn't mind. All that mattered was the voice now, listening to it and obeying.
The voice whispered to him gently and told him how to destroy Voldemort. Harry nodded in silent submission, and closed his eyes, focusing and feeling the magic flow through him. He beckoned to Voldemort, and the force behind his unspoken command brought the Dark Lord hurtling through the air towards him. Voldemort hovered in front of Harry, scared witless. Harry smiled and rested his bleeding hands on the mans shoulders.
The mere touch of Harry when he was in such a divine state, such a moment of power, caused a ripple through Voldemort's body. He screamed in shock, feeling his strength being stripped away from him until he lay the shattered shell of Tom Riddle. And slowly, Tom Riddle's body tore itself apart, unable to take the touch of such a pure force, the raw, untamed power of magic.
Harry Potter sat down in the middle of the remains of Tom's failed spell, the metallic pool of liquid on the ground. He smiled peacefully, almost absentmindedly, as the walls of Hogwarts began to crack and crumble, bringing the old castle down upon itself.
But Harry didn't care. He'd made peace with himself, avenged his parents, and was going to see his true love again. Harry lay back in the pool, exhausted from the battle and loss of blood. He didn't even notice when he began to sink into the pool. A large chunk of the enchanted roof of the Great Hall crumbled and began to fall onto the spot where Harry lay, threatening to crush him with the projected image of the clear blue sky.
But by the time it crashed to the ground, Harry was no longer there.
For years and years, wizards and witches across Britain would celebrate the day the Dark Lord Voldemort was defeated. But at the same time, they would mourn for those who died to make the world a better place, a safer place, for the generations to come. These names were honoured and eventually became sacred. But above all others, they honoured Harry Potter, the sixteen year old wizard who killed Voldemort and put an end to the age of darkness, the wizard whose body was never found.
The wizard who, in an instant, had been transported to a galaxy far, far away.
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End Prologue
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A/N: If you're interested, I did make those spells up off the top of my head, but not the names. Review if you wish me to explain what they mean! Constructive Criticism is much appreciated.
I'll try to update swiftly, but I have many things to do in life, so if I don't update before next week, gomen ne!