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Starless night	By : Flare Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 3428 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary- Harry after defeating Voldemort for the final time finds himself suffering yet another huge betrayal. Where all those that he called family and friends turn their backs on him and throw him into Azkaban. But what happens when after living a year in the hell hole called Azkaban Harry escapes? Where will he go? Will the wizarding world be able to find him when he ends up somewhere totally untraceable? And what changes will be brought because Harry is there?

I do not own Naruto, One piece, Inuyasha, YYh or Harry Potter nor do I make any profit off of any of them.

I am rewriting this story and all of my other stories because the computer I had all my outlines on burned out and I lost all the information on it. Meaning I had to rewrite all of the stories out lines I had. Because of this I have to go through all of my chapter and make some changes, some small, some large, so they better fit in with their new outline. This story is going to have a large change in it I am completely changing what type of crossover it is because I am tired of twilight crossovers. Also with the skill of fighting he may seem like some Mary sue if I put him in the twilight world…Anyway while I am doing this I am also trying to add a new chapter with each story I update as a way to apologies.

CHAPTER ONE

Cursing under his breath Harry continued to fight his was thought through the numerous death eaters in front of him; all of which seemed to be determined to stop him or at least slow him down in some way. Seeing this and knowing he couldn't let this happen Harry keep giving his all too all the fight he was in. Because of this Harry, was quiet literally, cutting himself a clear path to Voldemort.

It seemed that no death eater, no matter how hard they tried, could even make Harry simply pause as he ducked, dodged, and twisted his way into the center of the battlefield. Where Voldemort was clearly standing, watching the chaos around him and obviously waiting for Harry to make his way to him.

Panting quietly Harry pulled himself once more into a fighting stance. He had finally made his way through all of Voldemort's death eaters and was now standing directly in front of said dark lord; his wand in his right hand and a blood covered dagger in the other.

"So Potter, I see that you are finally prepared to die; that you've accepted your fate to die by my hands!" Voldemort hissed out as his malicious red eyes glared out at the slightly panting sixteen year old boy in front of him. A boy, who really more of a young man then anything. A young man who had already single handedly took out nearly a fourth of his army, and a young man who was looking at him emotionlessly. Before deciding to reply back to the taunt he had said; in a chilling cold tone.

"Tom I'm always ready and always will be because I don't fear death. But can the same be said about you? Are you ready?" After saying this Harry wasted no time as he sprang right at Voldemort; ready to end the monsters life once and for all.

Only to have to immediately throw himself in the opposite direction when Voldemort cast a severing hex at him. Harry retaliated against the severing hex that Voldemort sent at him by letting loose a rapid fire of hexes and curses; all of which would have severely maimed, killed or humiliated Voldemort if they had hit him. Unfortunately it seemed that not only did Voldemort look like a snake but he could move like on as well because he was able to successfully dodge all the spells Harry had cast; even if some of them were just barley. Seeing the Harry narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on his wand ready for what he knew was going to be the most difficult fight of his life. On the other side Voldemort did the same thing having learned from experience that underestimating the teen in front of him was a bad idea.

Lights flew from Harry's and Voldemort's wands as both sides continued to fight neither giving up; both sides giving their all into the fight they were currently in. Harry with his superior speed, flexibility, creativity, and just pure power was doing everything he could to defeat Voldemort.

But the same could be said about Voldemort, who was using his cunningness, cruelty, knowledge, snake like agility and control to the best of his ability; in an attempt to get the upper hand over Harry. But nothing he did seem to work because no matter what he did him and Harry all ways seemed entirely equal to one another. Neither seemed to be able to get an upper hand in their duel; no matter what dirty trick or creative spell use that they did.

That is until Voldemort decided to do something very stupid, and something that he would regret doing only seconds after doing so; he did was he almost always did when he was losing, or not winning as quick as he wanted, and cheated .Voldemort, who was getting very frustrated that he couldn't defeat what he believed to be a simple sixteen year old boy, decided that he needed to do something to distract or devastate Harry.

That in mind Voldemort quickly pulled his wand away from Harry and pointed it at Luna; who was fighting a couple of death eaters that were trying to attack Harry's back. And who Voldemort knew was Harry's secretly blood adopted sister; though he had only just recently found this out. But none the less he knew that her death would tear Harry apart and make him an easy target to kill. So with that in mind Voldemort quickly cast the killing curse at her; hitting her and making her fall dead where she stood. Once he did this he quickly turned towards Harry to get a good look on his face; hope to see a broke look of total devastation on his face as he did so.

Unfortunately, Voldemort's plan didn't go quiet as he hoped it would of. Because instead of being devastated and not paying attention to what he was doing, and therefore being very easy to kill. Harry, after seeing his sister fall to the ground dead, became completely and totally enraged.

Harry was so infuriated at the death of the last of his family, or at least the death of the only person he willingly called family, that he didn't notice the incredibly dark aura that had suddenly engulfed him. Nor did he take notice of the fact that the entire battle field had swiftly stilled and became silent as they all watched the enraged man, in front of them, in both terror and awe. Harry also took no notice of the fact that Voldemort himself had taken a step back and had a look pure fear on his face as he did so; looking as if he was facing death itself at the moment instead of Harry. No, all Harry took notice of at that moment was the dead body of the girl he had happily at one point called his little sister. That and the voice in the back of his head that screamed at him to make the fucker who did that to his sister pay and pay back hard.

Growling Harry decided to do just what the voice said so with that in mind Harry quickly turned his killing curse green glowing eyes toward Voldemort. His body language screaming only one thing to the snake like man in front of him and that was death. Voldemort, who had by now gotten over his first reaction to the aura Harry was giving off, had his wand out with a curse flying from it; flying directly at Harry chest. It was the killing curse of course.

When it became apparent that Harry wasn't planning on moving out of the way of the brilliant green curse heading his way Voldemort became incredible gleeful as he began to believe that what Harry had been (and still was) doing earlier was just grandstanding. That is until Harry still covered, in the now purple, pulsing aura reached up and grabbed the killing curse like it was a ball. (Or the snitch.) Shocking the already stunned fighters around him and completely terrifying the dark lord in front of him; a dark lord who was now really starting to begin to regret angering the young man in front of him.

Knowing now, especially with Harry in the state he was currently in, that he could not win Voldemort became despite. Because of this desperation he began to start throwing ever curse, spell and hex he could think of at the pissed off power house in front of him. Only for every one of them, every single one of them, to be bashed aside, reflected back at him or absorbed into Harry's aura; making said aura even stronger than it already was. Seeing this and knowing no way to deal with it Voldemort went insane (or even more insane the he already was.) from fear; he knew his death was drawing near.

Voldemort knowing this, and knowing he had no way of stopping this, turned to flee. But as soon as he attempted to do this he found that escaping was impossible because of the numerous wards someone had set up around them. Realizing this and realizing that he just seriously fuck himself over Voldemort Screamed in pure frustration. Before he spun around and started firing curse at random people in the crowded war zone around him; determined that if he had to die then he would do his best to take as many of people around him as he could with him. Suddenly Voldemort stopped mid curse and blood dripped down his lips as he looked down at his own chest in complete shock.

What Voldemort saw the moment he did this was Harry's dagger lodged deep into his chest' so deep that only part of the hilt could be seen. After seeing this Voldemort couldn't help but turn wide eyes towards whom said dagger came from in the first place. Doing this looked Voldemort found himself looking into the unmistakable emerald eyes of his killer; into the eyes of Harry Potter.

Harry seeing that Voldemort was dying. From a muggle dagger of all things, began to let loose a serious of spells to insure that no matter what Voldemort wouldn't have another chance of coming back to life. Then when Voldemort finally gave one last shake breath of breath before death claimed him Harry did one last spell to burn the body to ashes; just to make sure.

Harry seeing that Voldemort was gone for good released his magic and let go completely of the magical aura that had been covering him. Once he did this, the now beyond exhausted, Harry stumbled brokenly over to where his sister's dead body laid. When he got there Harry did what Voldemort had wanted him to do from the beginning and broke down; ignoring the fighting that was still going on around him as the last of the deatheaters were being rounded up as he did so.

Gently Harry picked Luna up, sobbing quietly as he did so. As soon as he had Luna up he carefully place her head on his lap and began to softly stroke her head; all the while remembering the great time he had had with his sister while he was doing so.

The sound of someone clapping loudly suddenly interrupted Harry's memories and caused Harry's hand to stop midway through Luna's hair long blond hair. Spinning around, wand in hand, Harry quickly looked to see just who was clapping.

Only to faultier and nearly drop his wand when he saw what, or more like who, was behind him; with the clapper his headmaster, Dumbldore, as the leader of them. Highly confused as to why they were all behind him and why they were looking so smug Harry cautiously asked the group; that was now in front of him instead of behind him like they had been.

"Ron, Hermione, Dumbldore, Minster Fudge…why are all of you here? Shouldn't you be helping round up the rest of the remaining deatheaters that are out there?" Harry after saying this watched with confused but wide eyes as Ron sneered hatefully at him. Then, to Harry's horror and complete disbelieve, Ron march over to him until he was standing directly in front of him and spat out in the most hateful tone he could manage words that Harry was sure he would never be able to forget. Those words were.

"We are helping Potter. After all we're attempting to put a very dangerous thing, behind bars where it belongs. We are trying to get a murderer who kills everyone he is near put away for good. And who just so happens to be here right in front of us!" Harry understanding what Ron was getting at quickly got up to his feet; preparing to fight for his freedom. Even though he knew that it would be a fight he wouldn't be able to win; especially with the condition he was currently in.

The others seeing this all raised their wands at the exhausted boy and fired multiple curse all at once at Harry, over and over not giving him any chance to rest or really dodge any of the spells.

Because of this it was a battered, spell damaged and betrayed sixteen year old Harry that was thrown into Azkaban; by those he once happily called friends and family.

In his cell, rolled into a corner, an out cold Harry clutched something to his chest; as if it was the most important thing in the world. And at the moment it likely was because at the moment it was most likely the only thing he had that could keep him sane in the hell he had been thrown into.
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