Yay for not waiting AS long to actual edit. Fun fact: I'm actually in an editing class in college.

"Uh, what?" Remus asked, speechless.

"And did I mention I have to let him kill me as well?" Harry added as Bellatrix placed the bundle gently in the cauldron, tone even as he kept his eyes on the scene in front of him.

"Wait, you have to what?" Harry winced as Bellatrix paused, thinking she had heard Sirius, who was being louder than he should have been. But she simply summoned the bones of Tom Riddle Sr. and turned back to the cauldron.

"Just go with it, trust me on this, I've gotten us this far haven't I?" He cringed a little as Bellatrix brought a silver knife down on her wrist, he got only a glimpse of the stump at the end of her wrist before she wrapped it in thick cloth.

"We are not going to let him kill you, Harry!" Sirius hissed.

"You have to," Harry commanded in the same tone he used to speak to new recruits while Bellatrix made her way over to Harry, face lit up with the sick glee of a madwoman.

"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe!" Harry did his best not to cry out as Bellatrix sliced down his arm with the blade. She was much harsher with the blade than Peter had been, and Harry knew there would be a scar there.

Harry, Sirius, and Remus waited with bated breath as Bellatrix let several drops of Harry's blood fall into the cauldron. Light burst from it and sparks flew in every direction. Harry couldn't see anything in any direction. In an instant, the sparks were gone, replaced by a cloud of thick white smoke that covered Harry's vision. Through the mist, Harry saw the silhouette of Voldemort rising from the cauldron and a cold, high voice that Harry had not heard in nearly thirty years spoke.

"Robe me." Bellatrix did so without a sound and Voldemort stepped from the cauldron, looking as much the snake as he had thirty years ago. Lord Voldemort was back.

He took a moment to examine his new body before drawing his wand from his pocket and examining that as well. He turned towards where Bellatrix was standing, eyes shining and a manic grin on her face. He pointed his wand at her and blasted a tombstone not five feet to her right. She didn't even flinch, but she threw herself to the ground, bowing to Voldemort.

Satisfied by this, he moved in front of her and commanded her to stand and present her arm. Without hesitation, she was on her feet and offering her Dark Mark to him. She remained silent, waiting for him to address her.

"It has returned. They will know now, that I have returned." Harry could barely hear him but felt it as he pressed a single, bony finger to the Dark Mark, sending another bout of pain through his forehead. He refused to call out, biting his lip. Voldemort looked to the sky, "I wonder," He said, "who will be brave enough to return, and who will be foolish enough to stay away."

It was then that he seemed to notice Harry for the first time. "And you, Harry, stand on the remains of my late father." His voice was quiet, "A Muggle and a fool, very like your dear mother."

Harry knew he shouldn't, but it came out before he could help it, "Last I checked, my mum was a witch."

"Don't interrupt me, Potter." Voldemort snapped, then went on as if Harry hadn't said anything. "They both had their uses, insomuch as Muggles can have their uses."

Harry opened his mouth to correct him again, but felt a sharp jab to his side, presumably from Sirius or Remus. Harry scowled but remained quiet.

"Your mother died defending you, and my father has proved himself useful once again, in death."

Harry raised an eyebrow, had Voldemort just let on that he'd made Horcruxes?

Voldemort continued speaking about his rise, and Harry zoned out until several cracks sounded and he was surrounded by men in cloaks.

Harry only listened vaguely as he lectured the Death Eaters.

"Only dear Bellatrix and Bartimus returned to me completely out of loyalty. " He turned and with a wave of his wand, an elegant, gleaming hand appeared where Bellatrix had removed hers. Bellatrix nearly glowed from the praise.

Harry found it strange that she had said very little, but then again, he had never seen her in the presence of Voldemort outside of battle.

He then went on to address the Death Eaters individually. "Those who chose Azkaban rather than renouncing me shall be rewarded beyond their imaginations. And the dementors and banished giants shall join us as our natural allies. We are an army of the feared, and we shall continue to strike such fear into the hearts of all."

Harry wondered idly if Voldemort had always been so elaborate with his speeches. It would certainly explain why he had so many followers.

He felt a jab again and noticed that everyone was looking at him, "It is thanks to him that our young guest has joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go so far as to call him my guest of honor."

He went on to explain, again, how he had lost his powers in the first place. Then he touched Harry's forehead. It felt as though his head was exploding, and it took everything in his power not to scream out. Voldemort chuckled softly before removing it and returning to the story of his life for the past fourteen years. It sounded boring, in Harry's opinion, but his followers listened with rapt attention, heads following Voldemort as he paced the graveyard. Harry didn't know how long he talked for, but it seemed like it went on for at least an hour. Harry wondered why no one had been sent looking for him.

An intense pain broke through his thoughts and brought his attention back to his current surroundings. Judging from the level of pain he felt, it was the Cruiciatus Curse. "You see," Harry heard Voldemort saying once the pain subsided, "it would be foolish to assume this boy could be stronger than me. Now, I want there to be no mistake in anyone's mind. Harry Potter has escaped time and time again by lucky chance alone. But now, I will prove my strength, I will kill him now where there is no Dumbledore and no mother to protect him. But the Dark Lord is merciful, I shall give him his chance, he shall be allowed to fight. This will leave you with little doubt as to who is stronger." By some miracle, he had not yet noticed that Nagini hadn't moved since he returned.

"Now, Bellatrix, untie him and give him back his wand." She obeyed without question and severed the ropes holding him with a quick charm. The charm also cut very near the cut from the knife. She handed his wand back to him and backed away.

"You have been taught how to duel, have you not, Harry Potter?" Harry nodded and Voldemort nodded back, satisfied. "Now, bow Harry Potter. Bow to your death."

Harry bowed and then dove behind a tombstone as a bright green spell soared past his left ear. He felt a poke in his side and he whipped towards who had done it, wand out. But it was only Remus and Sirius under the cloak. "Alright guys, this is where I have to let him kill me. But don't worry, I've done this before. I'll be back again soon, just stay hidden."

Before either of them could protest, Harry took a deep breath and slowly stood up, making sure to stay behind the gravestone with only his upper body exposed. Voldemort grinned, very similarly to how Bellatrix had smiled not a moment before, and said simply, "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry watched as the jet of green light raced towards him, and everything was gone.

When he woke, he realized he was once again at King's Cross Station, and he was naked. He quickly clothed himself, he had no desire for whoever he would be meeting here to see him without clothes. He looked down and saw that he seemed to be his forty-two-year-old self, rather than looking like a fourth year. He heard the voice of what he assumed was the pitiful remains of Voldemort's soul. He turned and saw that he was correct. Despite knowing what it was, Harry felt compelled to help it.

"You already know you can't help." A voice said from behind Harry. He turned and saw his parents standing side by side.

"Mum? Dad?" He had been expecting Dumbledore again, this was, after all, his subconscious.

"Yeah." James said, smiling, "Since Dumbledore isn't dead anymore, we're your image for who the dead are. Hope we're suitable substitutes."

Harry nodded with a grin, then realized something. "What do I do now? I mean, I don't think I can kill him, even though he's killed so many people."

"You don't have to." Lily said softly, "But you have to do something."

"But what?" Harry asked. "The Death Eaters outnumber us ten to one, even with Sirius and Remus."

"There aren't any Horcruxes anymore, and you have the invisibility cloak." James reminded him, "Use that to your advantage. Get rid of Bellatrix and Voldemort first, and a good amount of the Death Eaters should leave. They won't stick around if it looks like they lost their master. They didn't any other time, especially Lucius."

"I'd recommend taking down Bellatrix first. If you take down Voldemort first she's likely to start firing off curses in any and all directions." Lily recommended.

Harry nodded.

"And Harry?" Lily added, "We're proud of you."

"Of course, it would have been nice to see you guys use your future knowledge for a bit of mayhem," James added, "but you've done a good job. You've already changed so much for the better. Padfoot's free, Moony isn't brooding, Cedric's alive, and you've gotten rid of all the Horcruxes before the end of your fourth year."

"Thanks. I guess I have to go back now, don't I?" Harry asked.

"You know you always have the choice," James told him.

"And while we would love to have you, we all know you're to go back. Sirius and Remus would never forgive you if you didn't."

"Not to mention everyone else." James added.

Lily smiled, "One last thing." She and James stepped forward and pulled Harry into a hug.

"Good-bye. Thanks for everything." Harry said, pulling away. He waved as the mist curled around his parents and his vision went back to black. When he woke, he moved as little as possible.

"Harry?" He heard Remus say.

"I'm fine. What's going on?" Harry asked.

"Voldemort just collapsed when you got hit. Want to explain what happened?" Sirius answered.

"Later. Listen, I'm going to need your help. We need to knock out Bellatrix and then Voldemort and get out of here. The rest of them should bail when they realize what happened."

"Lucius, go examine the boy. Tell me if he is dead." Harry heard Voldemort say.

"Confund him!" Harry hissed as the man walked over.

Lucius reached Harry and bent down over him. As soon as he realized Harry was alive, Remus cast a quick Confundus Charm. Lucius paused for a moment before announcing Harry to be dead. Voldemort proceeded to gloat about his victory.

"Go, now!" Harry hissed, and he heard a slight scuffle as Remus and Sirius stood up. Harry finally moved from where he had been laying and sat behind the tombstone he had been standing behind.

He listened intently until he heard Sirius stupefy Bellatrix, sending the Death Eaters into a panic. Harry glanced out from behind the grave and saw Voldemort had his back turned. He shot up and sent off five stunning spells in quick succession. Three of them hit Voldemort in the back, and the other two missed but hit other Death Eaters. All three of them fell and were quickly bound.

The rest of the Death Eaters had made their escape and the graveyard was empty besides Harry, Sirius, Remus, Voldemort, Bellatrix, and two Death Eaters. Then Harry realized one of them was Lucius Malfoy.

"What do you want to do with him?" Sirius asked, seeing Harry had reservations about turning him in.

"We bring him in, but we defend him. He reformed once, in the original timeline. Hopefully, he'll do it again. If not, he'll end up in Azkaban.

Sirius nodded and moved him to where Voldemort, Bellatrix, and Alecto Carrow were laying.

"Alright, I'll summon the cup, everyone hold on tight." Together the three of them managed to connect all seven of them as Harry summoned the cup, "Accio!"

And they were whisked away to the Hogwarts grounds.

As I was writing this chapter, I realized that there is an entire chapter in The Goblet of Fire dedicated to Voldemort ranting about how amazing he is and his life story. And we thought Lockhart was a narcissist.