Them plot bunnies attacked again.

I know this has been done before, but, meh. I might continue if it's requested.


Essentially Immortal

It was a cold, foggy afternoon at the Riddle Graveyard.

Harry struggled within his holdings, as the ghastly form of Voldemort rose from the cauldron.

"Voldemort," Harry said, stopping his useless struggle. "Before we go over this scenario again, tell me; why did you go after my parents that night?"

Voldemort glanced at the child, once his robes had been put on. Deciding to humour him, Voldemort smiled. "Well, there was - is - a Prophecy. It went something like...

The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches,

born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies..."

"Is that it?" Harry asked, his mind swimming. "That's it? Three lines of fake?"

Voldemort warily glanced at Harry. "What do you mean?"

"Prophecies are garbage and self-fufilling. Honestly! Professer Trelawny has made nothing concrete and true, and this is the end of the second year I've known her!"

Voldemort blinked twice. "So you're saying I chased after a false prophecy."

"No," Harry replied, rolling his eyes. "Calling it false implies that there is a such thing as a real one. I'm calling it words - a fable - a story that you fell for!"

Voldemort spun angrily and called his Death Eaters. Serverus was no where to be seen.

"Someone needs to get Serverus." He ordered. Immediately, Pettigrew left. "Potter. You know nothng more about this prophecy, other than what I told you, correct?"

"Yes, that's right." Harry said. "It's honestly not surprising that Dumbledore hid something like this from me. By the way, Born as the seventh month dies. In the really old days, there was no July and August - there were Ten months. September, with the prefix Sept, meaning Seven." Harry rolled his eyes again. "It doesn't even lable you by name! It just says The Dark Lord."

Voldemort scowled. Serverus popped into existance. "My Lord," He greeted, bowing deeply.

"Serverus." Voldemort replied, coldly. "Is it true that the prophecy you fed me was false?"

"I... I do not know, my Lord. I simply gave you what I had heard... the prophet wasn't finished when I had left..." Serverus gulped. "However, I was told later the full contents... by Dumbledore... after your defea-" Serverus cleared his throat. "Your retreat."

Voldemort glanced at Harry, then back to Serverus. "Tell me now, then, the full contents."

Serverus flexed his fingers, slowly weighing his options. Tell - and be spared, though yelled at by Dumblefore - or Keep - and be killed now.

"... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal," Serverus recited flawlessly. "but he will have the power that the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other... for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."

"Harry?" Voldemort asked, turning to the boy, who was by now swinging his legs impatiently.

"Marked as Equal - that's the scar I wouldn't have gotten unless you went after me. Must die at the hand of the other - I killed you that night, technically. Neither can live while other survives - why isn't one of us dead then?" Harry kept thinking for a second, then he had an idea. "Hey, Voldy, get me down for a sec."

Warily, Voldemort did as Harry asked. "Why?"

Harry handed Voldemort his wand, then he turned to Lucius.

"Kill me." He ordered.

"What? No!" Voldemort exclaimed. "Why?"

"It's a test - a theory, if you will. Do it."

Lucius looked to his Lord for confirmation. Voldemort nodded, unsure where this was going.

"Avada Kedavra!" Lucius said, the green spell smacking Harry right on the chest. He collapsed in a puff of dust.

Everyone held their breath for a minute, until they heard a cough. "Lucius, help him up." Voldemort ordered. He did so.

"So I was right." Harry said, a bit dazed. "Only I can kill you, and only you can kill me, Voldemort." Harry's face split into a smile, and he coughed again. "So, congradulations. We're essentially Immortal."


I still have plenty of ideas, if you care for more, and this was not meant to be Sirius.