Note: I do not own 'Harry Potter' but do own my own characters...I hope you've enjoyed this story and based on the reviews, a lot of you have...I realize I could have continued this story for a lot longer than I have but when I was writing it, I wanted something shocking and what better way than to kill off Harry Potter...Thanks again for adding it to your alerts/favorites and writing reviews...
"Come back here," she screeched.
"Why? Nothing you've done has hurt me. My friend saw to that before he died," Larissa said.
It was true. Since that day at the Ministry, nothing could hurt, maim, or sicken those who were loved by the Boy Who Lived. The Ministry tried to kill Anastasia but it did not work. When Draco Malfoy tried to trip Neville down a staircase on their first day at Hogwarts, what should have broken his neck did not. The blond would try unsuccessfully again and again to hurt Neville or any of the Weasleys but nothing happened.
Now years later, Lord Voldemort was back and trying to take over the wizarding world. A group of Death Eaters had attacked Hogsmeade during a scheduled weekend and the older students were fighting.
Larissa was paired up against Bellatrix Lestrange, Ron and Neville were dueling the Lestrange brothers, and Ginny was fighting Draco, while others were keeping the other Death Eaters from getting to the younger students. While word had gotten back to the castle, the teachers hadn't arrived yet.
"Oh, that's right. Little Harry Potter was killed by your mother. How does it feel to know she killed him?"
"I don't know about her but I'm grateful."
A boy, around the age of 16 with unruly black and red hair, stood behind Bellatrix. His unaided vivid green eyes stood out against his pale white skin. He stood as tall as a grown man and as muscular as a professional Quidditch player. He was dressed in Muggle jeans and a black wife beater. Magic could be felt rolling off of him as he looked at the witches in front of him. But no wand was in his hand or in a pants pocket.
"Why do you care?" Bellatrix yelled, whipping around and pointing her wand at the boy.
"Because being undead has its rewards," he smirked.
The look on her face meant she didn't understand what he said so he explained. The boy rolled his neck from side to side, cracking his neck.
"Now I'm known as Holden Romanov but once I was known as Harry Potter."
It was true. The Chosen One lived but only in a sense. Most of him died that day and in turn became like Anastasia. He is a vampire with the thirst but still aged like a human. Magic barely slowed him down and now he had the abilities that Anastasia and Larissa had. No one can be certain if it was from what Lily Potter had done all those years ago or from Professor Snape pouring blood replenishing potion after potion down his throat. Either way Harry Potter was dead and Holden Romanov is 'alive' and quite pissed off.