Harry Potter and the Elemental Chaos
Lily Potter closed her eyes exhausted after summoning a Greater Spirit to protect her son. She turned to the door calmly confronted the black-wreathed figure standing there. The figure, Voldemort, asks her to move to allow her son to be killed in exchange for keeping her life. She knows that doing so would unravel all the carefully woven protections around her son and so stands her ground, defiant until the last breath left her body. As the emerald flash consumed her vision she left a parting command in a soft voice, "Ramuthra protect my son."
Voldemort not having heard this exchange looked curiously at the boy. So this pathetic little boy was to be his downfall? Not if Voldemort, Lord of the Screaming Chasm, Prince of the Dusk, King of Karakig-Khazulmir, had anything to say about it. Two simple words, "Avada Kedavra," and the brilliant flash of emerald was sent streaking towards the boy. Then, suddenly the flash struck a near invisible distortion in the air, a distortion caused by the presence of a being from the heart of the Other Place, a distortion caused by the bending of space, time, and the elements as they distanced themselves from IT. Ramuthra felt the blast of fundamental death energy strike its field of rejection. IT decided to disallow death from existing within ITSELF, and the energy having no way to perform its task backlashed as the paradox of death existing where death cannot exist released even more power into the unstable construct. The room and everything in it ceased to exist excepting those things that lay in the boundary of IT, which included the now sleeping form of one Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Vessel of Ramuthra.
