THE KISS OF LUCK
Disclaimer: I have nothing to claim as my own here. I am merely trying to enjoy myself using a brilliant Lady's hard work and if possible to amuse you as well.
This story is inspired from 'Partially Kissed Hero'. If the author of the brilliant story is reading my pathetic attempt please don't flame me for using your idea.
Prologue: My Life is a mystery
Mr. Weasley looked more serious than Harry had ever seen him "Harry, swear to me that you won't go looking for Black."
Harry stared back and asked "What!" It was louder than he intended to. One would have expected Mr. Weasley to look offended. But his face still remained impassive and very serious.
A loud whistle indicated the train was about to move. The guards were slamming all the doors shut. "Promise me, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, still talking quickly, "that whatever happens —"
"Why would I go looking for someone I know wants to kill me?" said Harry as if it was the most obvious statement.
"Swear to me that whatever you might hear —"
"Arthur quickly!" cried Mrs. Weasley.
The train started to move. Harry ran to the compartment, leaned out of the window and waved to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley along with Ron until they were blocked from the view.
Hermione looked at him enquiringly. How could one look like that was beyond Harry's comprehension? He silently told "Let's find a compartment."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione set off down the corridor, looking for an empty compartment, but all were full except for the one at the very end of the train.
Harry explained both about Mr. Weasley' s warning. When he finished Ron looked flabbergasted while Hermione stared at him with her hands over her mouth. She finally managed to open her mouth "Sirius Black escaped to come after you? You have to be really careful. Don't go looking for trouble."
Harry starred at her and replied with one of his favorite quotes "I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me."
His friends took the news worse than he had expected. They were much more frightened about Sirius Black than he was.
"No one has escaped the prison ever before. And he was one of the top-security prisoner too" told Hermione with a sad smile. "Not even Dumbledore could guess how he got out?"
"But they'll catch him, won't they?" said Ron. "I mean, they've got all the Muggles looking out for him too…"
Harry couldn't take more than this. Much to his friends' confusion he laughed out loud. His best friends looked at him as if he were mad. "Come on guys. He's not going to kill me at Gryffindor dormitories, is he?"
"Harry stop talking like that" screamed Hermione. "We meant you should be more alert." Ron nodded his agreement. Much to their despair Harry continued to laugh.
They discussed various topics from quidditch in Ron's case to new Defense teacher in Hermione's case. Finally they settled on Hogsmeade visits. Ron was explaining them about Honey dukes a sweet shop and Dervish and Banges, a magical instrument shop.
Hermione was talking about some Goblin rebellion headquarters and a place called Shrieking Shack. Both noticed the lack of interest in Harry's face.
"Harry what's the matter? Is something wrong?" asked Ron with concern in his face.
"No it's just, huh; you'll have to tell me about Hogsmeade after you've found out." Replied Harry sadly.
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.
"I can't go. Uncle Vernon didn't sign my permission form, and Fudge wouldn't either."
Both looked sad. Suddenly Ron told "We can ask Fred and George, they know every secret passage out of the castle —"
"Ron!" said Hermione sharply. "I don't think Harry should be sneaking out of the school with Black on the loose —"
"Whatever!" snapped Ron. Hermione was fumbling with the straps of Crookshanks' basket as he spoke.
"Don't let that thing out!" Ron said, but too late; Crookshanks leapt lightly from the basket, stretched, yawned, and sprang onto Ron's knees; the lump in Ron's pocket trembled and he shoved Crookshanks angrily away.
"Get out of it!"
"Ron, don't!" said Hermione angrily.
The scenery outside the window became wilder and darker while the clouds thickened overhead. People were chasing backwards and forwards past the door of their compartment. Crookshanks had now settled in an empty seat, his squashed face turned towards Ron, his yellow eyes on Ron's top pocket.
Mid-afternoon, just as it had started to rain, blurring the rolling hills outside the window, they heard footsteps outside in the corridor again, and their three least favorite people appeared at the door: Draco Malfoy, flanked by his cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.
"Well, Well, Well look who it is," Malfoy started in his ever arrogant voice. He slid open the compartment door fully. "Potty, Weasel and know-it-all beaver."
Both his cronies chuckled at this.
"I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold this summer, Weasley," said Malfoy. "Did your mother die of shock?"
Ron tried to reach for his wand. Harry sensing the trouble quickly fired back. "Was that supposed to be an insult Malfoy? I think you are running out of ideas. How pathetic? Maybe you should let your Head of the House tutor you. He is far better at insulting" stated coldly.
Malfoy and his cronies gave some threats and walked out of the compartment. Ron looked incredulous at Harry nevertheless thanked for backing him.
As the train moved north, it was raining heavily outside. The whole train was darkened until the lanterns suddenly flickered into life.
Ron leaned to the window and said barely above whisper "We are nearly there —"
The train strangely started slowing down.
"I'm starving. I want to get to the feast…" told Ron.
"We can't be there yet. It's too early" replied Hermione checking her watch.
"Any idea why are we stopping?" asked Harry.
Both shook their heads negatively. Curiosity got the better of Harry; he slid open the compartment door and he poked his head out. Excited murmurings could be heard in other compartments.
The train finally stopped and the lights went off suddenly.
Ron with his thin patience decided to check other compartments himself. A loud shriek, a yelp of pain and a cry of help indicated that he had unfortunately stepped on Crookshanks. The abused pet was soon helped by Hermione.
"Why did you that?" cried Hermione harshly.
"Hey, that was an accident. It's not like I intend to kill your precious cat. It's the disgusting cat that chases poor Scabbers" stated Ron.
This started yet another argument broke out between Ron and Hermione much to Harry's amusement. The cat it seemed had been responsible for most of his best friend's verbal duels as of late. He began to wonder if Ron was right in terming the cat evil.
His crazy thoughts were to put an end when a 'click' sound indicated someone had opened the compartment door. His best friends still fighting couldn't notice it until the door slid open. Even in the absence of lights Harry recognized the cloaked figure.
Harry knew for certain this was no human as it crawled into the room rather than walking. The creature's face was hidden beneath its hood. The creature whatever it was looked creepy.
It slowly raised its hand. What seemed like a simple act made Harry's stomach very sick? Harry felt he would vomit soon. The scary thing had a long, slender, grey skinny hand which looked as if; it had rotten for years in water. Harry was clearly perturbed.
As soon as the creature noticed Harry's gaze it withdrew its hands beneath its cloak. Harry noticed the creature opening its mouth before an unnatural cold swept the compartment. The small compartment it seemed was freezing and the worst affected in the room it seemed was none other than the Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry suddenly felt depressing. He felt hopeless and it seemed as if he could never be happy. He felt all his cheerful memory being sucked out. His vision blurred and everything around him seemed like dancing to his eyes. He wondered whether he had dropped his glasses somewhere. But he could feel his glasses intact on his ears.
He could hear his friends screaming his name and calling his name frantically. The last thing Harry saw was the creature lowering its hood towards his face. He collapsed and his world blacked out. Harry Potter never in his dreams would have imagined what fates had planned for him.
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"Albus but this is a miracle. If the word gets out he would be even more famous. I can't imagine this happening" said a female voice with anxiety, fear, awe, astonishment. Harry never knew one could show so many emotions in a small sentence.
With a chuckle other voice responded, "Harry certainly has the ability to do things which seem impossible Poppy" amusement clearly evident in his voice.
"But still this is amazing. Oh! Mr. Potter you are awake" said Madam Pomfrey.
Aware of the fact that he couldn't eaves drop further Harry slowly opened his eyes. Harry recognized the Hospital wing immediately. Finding the glasses near the pillow he put it on.
"How are you feeling Harry?" asked the Headmaster calmly.
"I wish I could tell something nice but I am afraid I am not allowed to speak lies" replied calmly.
Headmaster chuckled appreciatively "You have developed the ability to use your words wisely Harry. Do you remember anything before you passed out Harry?"
The mentioned person was still shocked at the words that dropped out of his mouth. Since when did he start speaking like Headmaster? He had always hated when the Headmaster spoke mysteriously.
"The last thing I remember was the creature lowering its hood and it sucked out my consciousness" replied Harry straight forward as he usually does.
"Those creatures you so nicely put are called Dementors. They are the guardians of Azkaban the Wizarding prison—"
Harry nodded his head and motioned him to continue. "Due to recent escapade by a top security prisoner they have been ordered to search anywhere they consider necessary. Unfortunately they decided to check the train and you know the rest" he finished worriedly.
Comprehending what was said he asked the question which hit his mind "But why me? No others passed out" said Harry looking for any other in the hospital. The Headmaster looked worried and answered "Due to certain tragic events in your life I'm afraid the dementors affected you the most Harry."
He nodded worriedly. He remembered someone screaming and he concluded that the scream must have been his mother's. Headmaster wished him and left the Hospital wing.
While he was thinking, a voiced screamed "What do you think you are doing Mr. Potter? Lay down this instant" ordered Madam Pomfrey.
Harry gave her a charming smile which he never knew he was capable of and did as instructed. She gave him two foul smelling potions and was muttering about reckless teenagers.
Harry gave her a mock worried look and asked "Madam Pomfrey please don't tell me you didn't miss me."
The said Mediwitch looked at him wide eyed for his shameless flirting and replied "Your charming words won't help you from the potions Mr. Potter." She wanted to look strict but her smile showed Harry was successful.
After she had left Harry was shocked at what he had done 'When did I start flirting? Merlin I was flirting with school nurse' was his last thought before the potions drifted him to dreamland.
A small boy nearly eight years old was waiting in a chair for his Warden to arrive. He was sitting in a chair shifting uncomfortably.
The room was full of pictures, trophies and many more fancy things which could attract kids. The child gently stood and walked around the room.
The impressive shields and trophies got his attention. He was looking at them wide eyed; fascination and awe clearly visible in his eyes. He didn't notice the Warden behind him until the hoarse voice called "Tom, how are you doing?"
The child at the sudden voice turned behind to look at his Warden. The child was real cute and handsome for his age.
"F-fine sir" the child stuttered. The Warden smiled and stepped closer to the boy "No need to be frightened Tom. You are not in trouble."
"I have heard lots of things about you Tom. Teachers have a very good opinion about you."
"Thank you, sir" replied the child with a smile.
"But I came to know that you happened to do some strange things." When the child dulled suddenly he added "No need to feel sad for being mischievous Tom. Children usually do that."
The dream progressed further as the Warden said smoothing and began to behave inappropriately. As the dream progressed the child grew up and showed many signs of accidental magic.
The Warden it seemed was a bisexual braggart and started to abuse the child sexually. The child not knowing what to do complied. The dream continued and the child began to do magic willingly at the age of ten. The child was still abused until the Warden transferred himself when one of his encounters with Tom ended horribly.
The child with an impressive bit of magic banished him into the wall after he forced him to undress. The dream showed the child receiving a letter from an aged wizard and went to Hogwarts.
The dream continued and the child was at Hogwarts.
"Tom Riddle" called a high shrill voice who had earlier introduced herself as the Charms professor.
Tom walked highly nervous and settled on the stool. Charms professor placed a horrid looking hat on his head.
'Well what do we have here?' said the hat in an amused tone. The child was still terrified and didn't reply.
'My goodness what have happened to you? What has the foul creature done to you?' asked the hat.
Tom paled. He didn't want anyone to find out what happened to him. At least not here, in this new world but the hat had found his secret. He was terrified until the hat spoke softly.
'Don't be worried youngling I am instructed not to reveal your secrets. Your secret is safe with me.'
Tom relaxed but still looked worried as if he had eaten a slug. The hat continued 'You certainly have the thirst for knowledge. A passion for reading, I wonder will Ravenclaw suit you.'
'But you have ambition, don't you? To come out on top, to overcome everyone I know where to put you.'
After a second the sorting hat shouted 'SLYTHERIN'
Tom walked happily to the table only to be treated by several looks of disdain and loud proclamations of 'Mudblood' and 'Disgracing the house with impurity'.
Tom looked ashamed for a reason unknown. His heart was broken and tears were threatening to fall from his eyes.
The dream progressed as Tom topped his class and began to overpower his housemates. He became a Teacher's pet and his housemates treated him with less disdain.
The dream progressed further as Tom found out his heritage and ruthlessly murdered hi father and grand parents. Tom created his alter ego and became Lord Voldemort to gather respect among his housemates. The dream showed where Tom split his soul into pieces called Horcruxes the darkest magic.
The dream went further as Harry saw glimpses of how Voldemort came to power and instilled fear amongst wizards. The dream showed a tiny man telling him a secret and Voldemort laughing mercilessly.
He broke into a huge but not lavish cottage home. He nullified several useless protection wards and constructed his own Anti Apparition ward. He had already cast the Anti Portkey ward. An impressive feat done casually and bombarded the house.
He dueled a man and took him down in a minute. Even though he had killed him he appreciated the man's skills. None had lasted more than few seconds in a duel with him. At least not of his age the man was young and Voldemort knew he must have had a better fate.
If only he had accepted his offer of joining him he could have survived. Without feeling pity he calmly strode upstairs and blasted the room.
He saw a young woman clutching his son as if her life depended on him. He warned the silly girl to move away so that he could kill his target. He never felt remorse in killing a Mudblood but one of his faithful death eaters had pleaded him to show this bitch mercy.
He never accepted pleads from his Death eaters but this one had warned him of his possible death. He rewarded by agreeing to comply his wish. But this girl is not making it easy.
After the girl refused to move away he killed her with two powerful words. He looked at the supposed savior of the world. The child was just as normal as any other. But he could never take chances.
After taunting the belief of the old coot that this baby could cause his supposed demise he muttered his favorite words. The words which had never failed before did. The impossible happened, the green light as green as the kid's eyes reflected back and reduced him into nothing more than a spirit.
The pain and suffering he experienced as the killing curse split his soul one last time before his demise was clearly visible in his scream. His steps towards immediately succeeded yet he lost his body.
The dream ended.
Harry woke with a silent scream. He was sweating profusely. His heart was beating as fast as it could. What he saw was beyond his wildest imaginations. He had seen the entirety of his mortal enemy's life. He had a massive headache his scar it seemed was about to explode with so much of pain.
He took deep breaths. He took his wand out to cast light so that he could check out the time. It was 4.30 a.m. His heart was stilling as if some one was drumming it. He closed his eyes and slowly started to relax. His headache was bearable and his heart beat slowed down.
He cleared his mind with meditation and pushed the horrible thoughts at the back of his head thus finished the first step in occluding his mind.
He never knew Occlumency but now he did. He relaxed and came to a conclusion. He knew that he would never be the same. He knew that he would change whether good or bad he could only guess. One thing was for sure his life had never been easy and it never would.
The life of Harry Potter was nothing but a mystery.
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Note:
Well yet another story.
Harry's personality should dramatically change, now that he had received Tom's memories. A person always changes after a horrible experience. On receiving Tom's memories Harry would have his personalities too, I guess. Note that he won't be evil.
Please tell me what you think, should I continue or abandon this story?
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