Harry Potter and the Power of the Void

Author: Anime Ronin

Rating: M

Summary: People say that there is no such thing as a coincidence. Harry is going to prove them right. SlightlyDarkHarry.

Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry, Blizzard owns StarCraft, I own… my dog. holds up dog

AN: An annoying little bunny that, quite frankly, hasn't let go in nearly four months, so I decided to write it down in hopes of it finally shutting up.

AN2: Semi-Dark Harry fic. This is the one warning you get.

(Headmaster's office – Hogwarts)

Albus looked at the list of names on the scroll in front of him and sighed for the fifth time in ten minutes – so many of the people on the list had been confirmed or suspected Death Eaters, but a few of the names had been people whom had been totally apathetic towards the cause but had stopped short of supporting Voldemort. All of them, though, had one thing in common – they were all dead, murdered within the past week, and the method used was the same. A single stroke from a bladed object that left no residual tear marks or magical impressions that could be tracked – this vexed Albus greatly and terribly.

Of course, this only compounded the underlying problem of his sleeplessness that night, a problem he had been having for several months now, since June in fact – Harry was missing. Now, Albus decided, it had gone beyond that – Harry James Potter had vanished off of the face of the Earth, right out from under the noses of the Order… and worst of all, it had happened and nobody had known a thing about it until the first day of school when he did not show up. It rankled Albus to no end that this had happened, but what was worse was that the majority of the members of the Order had laid the blame directly at HIS feet… as well they should have. It had been his responsibility to make sure Harry was safe, a responsibility that he'd not only failed MANY times in the past, given all of the facts that were coming out in the muggle investigation of the Dursleys, but also in the respect that time and again he had betrayed the memories of Lily and James by withholding the truth from their son, withholding that and so many other things…

The figure appeared out of nowhere only a few feet in front of his desk, looking like one of the ghosts in the school but far, FAR more intimidating in his black cloak and ethereal nature, but it was the blazing green orbs that he could see that scared Albus more than he thought possible, "Who are you? How did you get in here?"

The voice that spoke was vaguely familiar, but it was as dry as the deserts and colder than the arctic winds, "My name means nothing to you, Albus Dumbledore. As for how I got in, I simply walked in and asked Hogwarts for her admittance."

Albus' wand was out as he stood, pointed at the thing's chest, "You will not harm the children!"

The figure chuckled darkly as he withdrew something from within his cloak, "No child here needs fear me, Albus Dumbledore. I only hunt criminals who are long past-due for justice." It raised its hand and, hanging from the end of it, were two severed heads, "Do you recognize them, Albus? You should."

Albus stared in shock at the wide-eyed, horrified and very dead face of Peter Pettigrew, his stomach turning slightly as he did, but the other face… a reptilian face, he wasn't sure about, "Who is he?"

The figure snorted in disgust and dropped both heads on his desk, "Come now, Albus. You should always know the faces of your enemies, be they real or fictional. Behold! Thomas Riddle's head lay on your desk, Albus Dumbledore! Lord Voldemort is dead!"

Albus stared at the head in shock for several seconds as the figure started to approach, "No… it is not possible… only-" Albus never finished his sentence as a blade, blacker than any black before it, sprang forth from the ethereal person's outstretched hand and sank into his chest like a stick slid through water.

It wasn't until the next morning when Minerva McGonagall found Albus' body was it that the full stroke of what had happened the previous night had become apparent. His body was laid out with the word 'Puppeteer' written on his chest in his own blood, but the head of Peter Pettigrew was also adorned with a word, 'Judas'.

It was the head of Lord Voldemort, though, that brought the most concern as both of the eyes, the ears and the tongue had been removed from the head and a phrase was written in blood – 'I am all that remains of Lord Voldemort. To the world I terrorized, I bid you farewell.'

Minerva actually managed to scream once before she passed out.

AN: Hmm… that's a good place to stop. Yeah, I know, not very vague, is it? Reviews, please.