OK so this was a request made by Queen Mab the Second, and I admit I wasn't entirely sure at first on this but I decided to listen and here we are .
Cedric's death unlocks an ancient power inside Harry Potter, a power that hasn't been seen for centuries past. He gains the powers of Anubis, and begins a new journey away from Hogwarts with his friends to take on a new destiny that could change the fate of all magic.
For those of you who've read my other fics, I will say now none have been abandoned but I'm afraid they're on hold for the time being. I have been trying to get back into them, but it's gotten difficult especially with my work increasing.
Updates might be slow because QMTS and I are both writing this, so please bear with us here.
There shall be bashing, slash, and whatever else we come up with so stay tuned if you're interested ;).
Neither of us own Harry Potter.
Enjoy!
Harry didn't know what was happening; he couldn't even comprehend how anything was happening at the moment. He didn't want it to be true, it couldn't be, but it was. The very proof was just several feet away from him, pale as a ghost and growing cold as the night air.
He didn't move an inch, not a single flinch either; he didn't hear himself scream as he saw Cedric get struck by the killing curse, or watch his body be flung to the ground with a loud thud. He couldn't hear anything. His body was moving on its own, forcibly tied to a tombstone by Wormtail as the pain in his scar grew rapidly. He saw Cedric's blank eyes staring back at him, frozen in confusion and fear, how he wished the light could return and this was all just a horrible nightmare.
'The boy was innocent…'
'He was…' wait…did he just answer that?
'You must fight back, don't let this vile wretch win.'
'Who are you…?' they didn't answer, Harry wasn't sure if he was delusional or what. He hit his head when they fell into the graveyard, but he didn't hit it that hard did he?
Harry wasn't sure how much time had passed by, he kept his eyes on Cedric, despite the burning in his scar he only kept his eyes on his dead friend. When the events had ended, Harry took one look around…and to his horror he saw a tall, sickly pale form with red eyes and a malformed nose staring down at his new body.
'Voldemort…' a sense of anger overcame Harry, a twinge of fear, but mostly anger. Wormtail performed a ritual, and here he was…the Dark Lord had risen again.
"M-Master…" Wormtail whimpered pathetically, having given up his own hand to Voldemort in his resurrection. The blood still dripped from his wound, but it was bound quickly so he wouldn't bleed to death…not yet.
'Kill…kill him…' the thoughts, and the voice in Harry's mind were running rampant, one moment from fear, then sadness, and the next to rage when he laid eyes on the two wizards.
"Give me my wand Wormtail." the short blob of a man did as instructed, and Voldemort held his wand in hand for a few moments, gazing at it proudly.
'Abomination, traitor of magic…' he didn't know where this anger came from, but it was strong.
"Hold out your arm Wormtail." Pettigrew, he whimpered out a thanks with his stump showing. "Your other arm Wormtail!" the little man flinched, and revealed his marked arm. Voldemort touched it with the tip of his wand, and Harry felt the magic surrounding the mark grow stronger, and then he suddenly picked up the magic signals of others closing in.
'Wait…sense them?' Harry snapped out of his thoughts as Voldemort began speaking to all his newly arrived death eater lackeys.
"Thirteen years have passed since my…absence, such a long time wouldn't you all agree?" the men around bowed before the beast. "I must confess…my disappointment." he frowned.
'Bastards, all of them.' Harry's anger fueled at them all, he wasn't sure where it came from but it was growing still.
"Not one of you tried to find me, after everything I did for you to give our world greatness…Crabbe!" he yanked the mask off a man, and turned to a few others. "Macnair! Goyle!" one little spin and Voldemort walked over towards a man with familiar long blonde hair. "Not even you…Lucius." the mask faded and Lucius fell to his knees.
'Grovel at his feet like the dog you are, filth.' wait…where the hell did that come from? That voice…was that his?
"My lord…" Harry tuned out the rest of the conversation; he felt something growing in his core. It felt hot, strong, and…beastlike? He was angry, he wanted to tear the flesh off their bones and watch them scream, but where was this coming from?
"Oh…" Harry's thoughts snapped shut when he saw Voldemort approach Cedric's body, and moved his head to the side with his pale foot. "Such a handsome boy…"
"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" those words came out in a ferocious snarl, but Voldemort didn't flinch.
"Harry, how I almost forgot you were here…on the bones of my father." Harry glared at him so hard a flicker of emotion passed in those blood red eyes. "It's truly a wonder, your story." he turned to his followers. "The boy who lived…" that damned title, he hated it.
'Kill him…' Harry's mind kept screaming, but those weren't his thoughts…were they? 'Kill him, he's the enemy…'
'Who is this?' he didn't get a response.
"How lies have fed your legend Harry, should I reveal what really happened that night in Godric's Hollow? Shall I reveal how I truly lost my powers?" Harry spat at the ground as Voldemort walked around.
"I don't give a damn about how you lost your powers, I already know the fucking story." he snarled, and Voldemort looked a bit surprised.
"That's quite a mouth you have tonight Potter, grown a backbone since our last encounter have you?" Harry smirked.
"When you're being chased around by an egotistic psychopath for the last few years, you have no choice. So go ahead and tell your bitches the story, I'm sure they'd love to hear how it was me mum who beat you that night." Voldemort was rather intrigued, Harry didn't back down.
"And what is your version of the story Potter? Do you wish to tell them?"
"You go on, tell them the story you simple-minded piece of dragon shit." he spat at him again, this time it landed on Voldemort's face. That received a smack to the jaw, with the hard tip of a wand. Harry's mouth swelled a bit and he tasted blood.
'You are strong, don't let him break you.'
"You've grown a spine this time Potter, it's too bad I have to break it." the man turned back to his followers, and started laughing. "It's true, it wasn't any special power of Potter that defeated me that night…only the work of old magic, the sacrifice dear Lily Potter made to protect her only child. I should've seen it, but it matters not." he moved closer to Harry, and the closeness made the teen's stomach churn.
'The hell are you going on about now?' Harry kept his glare up, he felt a huge amount of confidence overwhelm him, he didn't feel scared or anything, just anger. He'd killed Cedric for nothing along with many others past; this monstrosity deserved a fate much worse.
'He thinks he is all powerful, but he is not.' there was that voice again.
"Wha…" he didn't get to finish as Voldemort walked up to him with a hand raised above Harry's forehead.
"I can touch you now." Voldemort's pale finger reached up and pushed down on Harry's scar, and the pain intensified. Harry let out a loud scream, the burning was hot like fire, it felt like Voldemort was pushing down on raw burnt flesh. When the pressure subsided, Voldemort leered at Harry like a predator.
"Funny how just a few drops of your blood change everything, eh Harry?" Harry didn't get a chance to respond, as the stone statue holding him released its hold and he fell to the ground. "Pick up your wand Potter, now! NOW!" Harry moved as quickly as he could to grab his wand, trying to distance himself from the beast as much as he could.
'Cedric…' he caught a glimpse of the corpse again.
"As a final courtesy to you Potter, we will duel. I'm sure Dumbledore has taught you well in the arts…" that got some snickers from the death eaters. "First…we bow before each other." Voldemort bowed slightly.
'Do not bow to him, he is not worthy of you.' that voice came back.
'Who are you? What's going on? Why are you even helping me?'
'Who I am is not important now; we must defeat this beast and save the boy before it's too late.'
'But wha…'
'You are wasting time; we must get rid of him. Feel my power, and use your anger towards this creature.'
"POTTER!" Voldemort shouted so loud it snapped Harry out of his mind battle. He wasn't sure what was happening, but he knew this voice was right. He remembered it all, the pain of losing his family, the hate of the Dursleys, the sadness of losing Cedric, everything started coming onto him like wildfire, and now…he focused it at the very object of his misery.
"Bow…to a lowly creature like you?" That got all of their attention, stunning them into shock; where was this newfound confidence coming from?
"Lowly Potter? I'm lowly?" the older wizard hissed. The power he felt, it was incredible, it was begging to be let out.
"Always." he snarled, and Voldemort threw a curse at Harry knocking him to the ground.
"Crucio!" pain erupted in every fiber of Harry's body. It only lasted a few moments, and then it stopped. "You truly are foolish Potter, standing up to me as if we are truly…equals."
"We're not equals, we never were." Harry stood up. "You're…a monster…the lowest of all creatures in this world. You feed on the pain of others, like a Dementor, you swim in the blood of innocents, and you let your dogs feed on their corpses as if they're nothing but insects caught in a spider's web. You and I…we're nothing alike…and yet…"
"And yet what boy? I grow tired of your games…"
'Take it now Harry, you must do it now.'
'Yeah, I don't know what this is…but I'm enjoying it.'
"Yet nothing would please me now, than to see your head roll onto your father's tomb, and watch the blood spill from your body in front of your followers. The looks on their faces, when they'll see who the real weakling is…that's a reaction I look forward to." Voldemort threw another curse but Harry blocked it with a powerful shield.
"Impossible…" someone whispered.
"Full of surprises, aren't I?" the death eaters were stunned and or shocked, the feral look in Harry's eyes was making them uneasy. Voldemort on the other hand was just angry.
"Now I have grown weary of this Potter, we'll end this now. I will kill you, and then I'll take your body to Hogwarts to let all your friends see what happens to those who oppose me. I will be the victor, and I shall have my reign over this world…" Harry smirked.
"Then please…have at it." the two wizards took their stances, and their wands rose ready to strike.
"Avada Kedavra!" the killing curse flew at Harry, but just before it could hit him he dodged and raced at a fast speed towards Voldemort. Before the older wizard could react, Harry grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard enough to hear a sickening crack.
"GAAHH!" Voldemort lurched back and gripped his wrist, giving Harry the chance to jump at Pettigrew. The death eaters swarmed around to block any escapes, but they froze when Harry's body started glowing and he knocked the fat man down on the ground.
"You…monster…" those words came out in a snarl, Harry's body felt powerful, like his magic was flowing directly from its core and into his veins. His hand wrapped around Pettigrew's throat, squeezing tight…all he could see was red, blood red.
"H-Harry…" the gagging sounds; they were music to Harry's ears.
"You traitor…James Potter treated you like a brother, and you betrayed him out of cowardice."
'He must be punished, kill him.'
'I…I can't…'
'You must, he cannot be redeemed for he is a coward. He will turn traitor again if he lives, you must kill him.'
"Harry…please…your parents wouldn't want this…" something in Harry's mind snapped, and he snarled at the sniveling fool.
"SILENCE!" the teen shouted/roared out. "You don't get to talk! YOU are the reason they're dead!" he squeezed tighter. "James was your friend…he looked out for you…"
"ARGH!" Pettigrew gagged again, Harry's grip was strong to suffocate, but he didn't want to kill him, not just yet.
"Potter…" the others backed up, a powerful magic was rolling off Harry in waves. The wind around them was ominous, as if another powerful presence was nearby.
"You're all scum, the vilest beings in this world…" a dark voice came from Harry's lips, something that rattled the nerves in every death eater around. "The lowest of all…"
"My lord…" Wormtail looked to Voldemort, and the Dark Lord had enough.
"Enough Potter…let's end this now!" he raised his wand again, and Harrys' head snapped up. His mouth opened wide, and all death eaters jumped back as a loud, vicious roar escaped him. Harry's entire body began to shake, and they all watched in terror as it started to change.
'Take form, don't fight it. Take form.'
'Yes!' he felt something break loose and the power flowed through his body. With every vein he felt empowered…strong, it was nothing like he'd ever felt before.
"M-My lord…" Wormtail pleaded to his master for help, but Voldemort was frozen in shock. Harry's body started growing long, and thinning like a skeleton, his skin turned dark, and his eyes…his eyes turned an angry black from the emerald green. Wormtail was thrown to the headstone, just enough to knock him unconscious.
"Get him!" Voldemort shouted, and the death eaters started firing curses but nothing hit the target, and it seemed to only agitate the beast in front of them.
"He's a werewolf!" someone shouted.
"Impossible, it's not full moon!"
"RRAAAAAAARRRRGGHHH!" every bone in the living and dead shook as Harry's face morphed into that of a dog, a jackal. Two large black ears above his head flicked and went back in anger. His arms extended and flexed with claws at the ends of his now long, bony fingers, matching his now clawed toes; his veins broke through, changing from black into gold all along his body. His tore off his shirt until it was shredded, and he roared again.
"What is he?" someone whispered but he didn't know who. They were all paralyzed with fear, too afraid to move lest whatever Harry had become would kill him.
"He's a monster…"
"Don't just stand there you fools! Attack him!" curses flew out again, but nothing seemed to affect the beast. They bounced off his skin, not making a single mark, and it wasn't long before Harry's new senses picked up the smell of fear.
"H-Harry…" Wormtail's voice reached the large ears, he had regained consciousness. Another roar was heard, and the beast leapt towards the lump. A large, clawed black hand picked him up and held him by the throat, and angry black eyes stared him down so hard he pissed himself.
"You are a traitor of magic itself, and this…is what all traitors deserve!" before anyone could react a painful snap was heard, and Pettigrew's head was gone from his shoulders. The monster growled and started tearing into the flesh of Pettigew's corpse, ripping it apart until there were blood and organs everywhere. Harry saw the ground turning red, he saw the blood coating his hand red, all red.
"He's…he's…" Lucius Malfoy was deathly pale; he was mortified at the scene before him.
"He's a creature! We have to get out of here!" said death eater spoke his last words as the snarling dog leapt at him and threw his body against a stone mausoleum, where his skull struck the corner and cracked.
"NO!" Voldemort watched as the creature killed another one of his men, and then started towards him. "Avada Kedavra!" the curse flew, but it was deflected and struck MacNair in the chest. Thankfully he used his wand arm, the non-broken one.
"Little mortal…your power cannot match that of Anubis!"
'Anubis?' Harry's thoughts returned, but the body he was in continued to grab and tear three others apart, ripping out their hearts and their chests…blood spurted everywhere.
"MY LORD! WE MUST RETREAT NOW!" Malfoy's voice shouted out, and though the Dark Lord wanted to continue, he'd already lost half of his men here tonight…he would not lose more.
"GO!" several or few pops were heard, and before Harry's form could charge at Voldemort he disappeared too. When the remaining ones were gone, the beast let out a loud roar in frustration, and smashed a headstone into pieces.
'He got away!' Harry's thoughts were loud, the bloodlust was clouding his mind.
'Clear your mind, don't let it take over.'
"NO! HE has to die, you said so!" that came aloud.
'You have to calm yourself, if you let it take over too fast you'll end up hurting someone else.'
'But you said…'
'He will pay, but he has escaped. You're not ready to fight as I thought, but that's for later. You must focus your power now, focus it on the boy.'
"The boy…Cedric?" he turned back to Cedric's corpse, still in the same position it was before.
'You can save him, but you must do it now.'
"Save him? HE'S DEAD!" the clawed hand grabbed at the ears, pulling them painfully. He whimpered like a dog, he didn't know what to do or think.
'ENOUGH!' he froze, the voice grew louder. 'I understand, this is a shock…but you must focus your power into your hand. Place it on his head, and follow my instructions.'
"Work how? What is this? What am I?" Harry looked around; he had no idea what he'd done until he saw the remains of several death eaters everywhere. Oh Merlin, he'd killed them…he'd really done it…no.
'You are a special magical being, one who hasn't been seen for centuries. You are powerful, but you need to learn control otherwise it will consume you entirely…like that of a werewolf.' looking back at the clawed hands, Harry suddenly had a sense of fear wash over him. 'You are not a werewolf Harry, you are something far stronger.'
'What am I? Please…I don't like this…'
'You have no choice I'm afraid, but if you listen to me…I can guide you. Now we must save Cedric, that's what you want isn't it?'
"I wanted to save him, but it's too late."
'Harry, you can still save him. I need you to listen to me, just follow my instructions.' Harry willed himself to relax, maybe if he did this form would vanish, but it didn't.
"I don't understand any of this…but what more do I have to lose?" with that said he stood up, deciding whatever this was he would have to finish it.
'Go to his body, and place one hand on his head, and another on his heart.'
"What…I…" he couldn't argue anymore; Harry's mind was full of confusion now…his emotions were all over the place. None of it made sense, but if he could save Cedric, by some odd chance, he would. Walking over to Cedric's corpse he did as the voice said, and suddenly he felt a warm sensation flow through his veins and into his palms. "What is this?"
'Focus your power, into his mind and his heart. You will feel his heartbeat, but you must wait until his entire body has warmed before you remove your hands. When he opens his eyes…you must say to him 'By the mercy of Anubis, I grant you life once again', speak his name, and the process will be complete.'
"But…"
'Do it now! Or his spirit will be lost!'
"Yes." Harry remembered a lesson in charms about focusing magic from one's core, he remembered Flitwick's words, 'Focus your magic into your wands, and allow your mind to direct it.' He didn't have his wand now though, and this magic he felt didn't need it.
The magic flowed from Harry's clawed hands into Cedric's body slowly; Harry felt the temperature rising inside the body, taking away the slow rigidness of death that crept inside. Everything was eerily calm and quiet, until Harry's large ears picked up the faint sound of a heartbeat.
"I felt it!"
'Do not remove your hands; your work is not complete!' Harry remembered the instructions, and he knew it was close. Cedric's body began to glow a faint gold, and after a few moments the glow began to fade, and then Harry felt Cedric stirring.
"The magic…it's fading!"
'Remove them now, and wait for his eyes to meet your own.' Cedric's head moved around slightly, and then his eyes started moving beneath the lids. He took a gasp of breath, and then his dark eyes met into those of Harry's.
"W-What…where am…I?"
"By the mercy of Anubis, I grant you life once again…Cedric Diggory." with that said and done, Cedric's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out. "What…Cedric?" he went to shake him, but the voice stopped his movements.
'Do not fret, this is normal. His body will be unconscious for at least a day, it will be weakened from that curse. Once he is recovered, he won't remember the attack.'
"I…I don't understand, no spell can reawaken the dead." that's what Dumbledore had told him.
'Correction Harry, but this is no ordinary magic. Now, take his body, and get back to the school…your own magic is beginning to change and your body will go unconscious soon.'
"Wha…" Harry's mind suddenly started feeling fuzzy, oh Merlin this…whatever or whoever spoke was right. He had to get out of here before any of those death freaks came back.
'Use your magic to summon that portkey, but do it fast, your energy is fading.' Harry did as asked placing a hand on Cedric's shirt and gripping it, he raised his hand, focused, and the cup flew towards him. They were quickly transported back to the stadium, when they landed on the ground Harry's ears picked up the sounds of cheering, and then a loud scream followed by more.
He saw the eyes of his classmates, his teachers, the foreign guests, and a few ministry officials all widen at the sight of him. He saw wands being drawn and pointing at him, but one quick flash of magic disarmed them all.
"CEDRIC?!" he heard the voice of Amos Diggory cry out. "MY SON! GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU BEAST!"
"RAAARRRRGGHHH!" Harry roared, and his energy depleted some more. Amos backed away after turning ghostly pale.
"Harry…is that you?" that voice came from Minister Fudge. "Harry, Mr. Potter…?" he wasn't afraid like the rest, odd.
"Hello Minister." everyone gasped as Harry's voice was heard from that huge jaw. He went to say more, but then he felt his entire body shrinking back to its original size. His magic felt normal again, but his vision grew cloudy and his legs gave out under him.
"Mr. Potter!" he felt someone catch him before his head hit the ground.
'You must rest now Harry, your true destiny is about to unfold.' those were the last words he heard before everything went black.
Whoa, this took forever to write out, but I think it was worth it eh?
For those of you who've read my other, older fics I am sorry I've kept you waiting this long but sadly I've been unable to wake my muse from her sleep on those plots. None of them are abandoned though, it's just a hiatus. Hopefully I can get into those in the near future, but for now I'm trying new ideas.
Queen Mab the Second is the main genius here, this was her request and so most of this comes from her mind.
Next chapter more shall be explained on Harry's new powers, and there's gonna be a lot of bashing on some main characters but NOT the Golden Trio, and you'll see why later.
R&R please, they're great for inspiration!
Later!