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My try on 'Harry is not boy-who-lived' 'dimension travel' 'new start with family' 'take over the body of the you in the other dimension' 'twins + one' 'Potter family do not sent Harry away' 'Potter family do not abuse Harry' 'good family Potter' 'good but misguided Dumbledore' 'darker magic world' please review to tell me if I succeeded on any of those.
Thank you for your time.
Chapter 1.
On the Halloween night at the highest of the Dark Lord Voldemort's dark rule, that had whole England cowering in fear for just the barest mention of his name. Voldemort looked at the small simple house of his enemy in deep distaste, he had expected the young Lord Potter to live in a more suitable place for a lord.
At Voldemort's side cowered in fear was one of the young Lord's most trusted friend, Peter Pettigrew, nicknamed Wormtail. He was the secret-keeper with the key to the wards that allowed the house to remain hidden, if he had not told his Lord the secret location of the house Lord Voldemort would must likely never have fund it.
Peter Pettigrew had at first in the war been on Dumbledore's light side, as almost any Gryffindor right out of school, with his three best friends Sirius Black, James Potter and Remus Lupin. Out of the four friends Peter had the weakest magical power, mental power and will power, so when the war went over in Voldemort's favour he did a stupid thing and joined the Dark Lord to insure his survival at all cost, even his friends.
Peter had never regretted anything more. Turns out the Dark Lord is fond of cursing pain in people, and a lonely betrayer of the light was a better target then most, more so than the muggle females he rape, torture and kill. Voldemort and his death eaters all enjoyed torturing the Gryffindor to the point of having his mind and body broken, only to be healed to start over.
Lord Voldemort was a monster with no morals at all, and the only reason that Peter was still alive and not forced to take a potion to change his gender to female and given to the werewolf pack, was his value as a spy in Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix.
A value that may come to an end tonight, much to Peter's fear.
There was made a prophecy that his other spy only heard the first part of, but that was enough to to know it was about who would eventually kill him. A prophecy about the Dark Lord Voldemort's down fall, something Voldemort would prevent at all cost.
Only four babies fit the requirements for the prophecy, the Longbottom's son and the Potter's triples.
They were simply born at the wrong time and to the wrong parents.
Voldemord began a slow gait to the door, with Peter following fearful after him. Peter knew he could not escape Voldemort even of he fled, the Dark Mark on his arm marked him as Voldemort's slave. Voldemort could at any time find any who has it through the Dark Mark, and if annoyed enough, torture and kill any of his minions, he had done it before for no other reason than to demonstrate it.
No, if Peter could run he would have long ago.
Voldemort flicked his wand and the door exploded inward. No one come to check the sound of the door being broken, Lily and James Potter was at the Order of the Phoenix, and had left the triples in Peter's care. Peter is a noted coward and was often give jobs that did not have danger, like taking care of the Potter babies behind wards that made the house impossible to find. The Potters had left thinking their babies would be safe in Peter's care, and they had to be on call on a night as magical as Halloween, Dumbledore said Voldemort was bound to do something on such a magic night that they had to help prevent.
Voldemort had sent his most trusted minion, Bellatrix Lestrange, and her husband and her husband's brother to kill the Longbottom kid, he would take care of the Potter triples personally. Voldemort also had his death eaters attack some of the magic family's house and make them attack random muggle towns, to get the attention off this attack so he could kill the babies in peace.
With Peter cowering after him he blew the door to the nursery in, not caring of the door hit one of the babies, even if he would prefer to kill them personally. Through he was a bit disappointed that one of the babies was not smashed by the door, he quickly made a mental note to take some muggle babies and have them crushed to death, just to see them go splat on the floor, and force their mothers to clean up after to see the despair and horror on their faces.
The Potter triplets was crying at the loud sound that blowing the door in made, they were laying in each their own baby bed. There was two boys and one girl. The Dark Lord ignored the girl, in his mind there was no way a girl could ever have the power to kill him, not now, and not in the future.
A dark lady in China sneezed loudly, making several of her servants freeze in fear. Around the world some of the most powerful females that see magical Britain as a joke filled with weaklings sneezed without apparent reason.
The baby before Voldemort also sneezed, but did not stop crying.
Voldemort had his attention directed toward what he believed was the greater threat to his life, the two Potter males. One had green eyes and red hair after his mother, the other had black hair and brown eyes after his father. After a while he decided to kill the black haired one, as the one that had gotten the looks of his pureblood father, instead of the failure that took it's look after it's mudblood mother. Clearly the baby that took after the pureblood father must be the most powerful one of them, not the one that took after the dirty mudblood whore. Soiled mudblood baby Voldemort would kill that baby slower just for that.
The Dark Lord pointed his wand at the baby he held as the bigger threat on his way of domination the world. Peter Pettigrew was just outside the door wondering what would happen to him now that he could no longer be a spy, he was the only one that could tell others where the Potter house was, and it was thus obvious who helped the Dark Lord find it. Those that did not have a purpose under the Dark Lord was usually killed or used for 'entertainment' or slaves for the those death eater with darker desires.
Voldemort smiled darkly at the babies in victory.
"Avada Kedavra!"
(scene change, another dimension)
Harry Potter laid dying in a pool of his own blood, he was smiling a peaceful smile at the dark sky.
"what are you smiling at Potter?" the mutated thing at was once the human Tom Marvolo Riddle long ago asked.
"nothing in spectacular really, just thinking" answered the dying Harry, he was happy that one way or another that war would be over after this night. Anyone he was friends with was dead or turned their backs on him when he deemed it necessary to start killing the death eaters, throwing them in prison did not help as the were freed before the week was over.
After there was no more persons to hold him back, he started make use of the magic magic he knew, which was not much, but he made good use of it. After just a year he was consisted far the most dangerous magic user, not the most powerful, but the most dangerous. And to think he did not even finish the 7 year of Hogwarts. The death eaters even started to fear his name with the brutal way he kills them.
Harry started to make use of the wast opportunities methods of killing that magic held, there was more ways to kill than in a straight magic fight face to face. Cursed items was one way, mind control potions and other things made the death eaters distrust each other, you ever knew who was under Potter's control and kill you when you turn the back to him, Lucius Malfoy was just one of many that met their end that way. There was one time where a beautiful woman was kidnapped of the street by death eaters for 'entertainment', turns out it was a magical enhanced doll with a timed cursed magic bomb connect. Voldemort lost a lot of his darker death eaters that day, it did not help that the doll said "Happy Halloween from Harry Potter" before exploding.
It was very, VERY, rare to fight Harry in straight fight, after his friends turned their backs on him. Even if he clearly stopped many innocent peoples deaths more then them, they did not count in innocent life but just life.
But eventually Harry made a plan to stop Voldemort once and for all. His answer to the end of Voldemort was in a book of Blood magic, he found the interesting book in Knockturn Alley looking of death eater victims to a new potion he made, it would make the person drinking it explode after 3-4 hours later, with a quick Obliviate spell made the victim seek out his or her death eater friends for a talk for 4-5 hours.
The Blood magic book was very interesting in the way it explain magic as a whole, so after he found his victims, forced them to drink the potion and sent them on their way, he sat himself down and read.
After that he began to use blood magic to help his curses, blood runes is very effective, but his primary goal was to set up the final stage, he needed a place that was no near civilisation, like Stonehenge. It took months to prepare the spell in secretly he had in mind.
But finally he and Voldemort meet at Stonehenge at Halloween night for the final fight. It took a while to lure Voldemort to the place but he succeeded. And he arrived in all his pale glory with his remaining army. They surrounded the Stonehenge, ready to make sure Harry did not fee anywhere.
Voldemort won as Harry expected, and now he was down on the ground bleeding to death.
"any last words that is not a scream as I torture you to death?" Voldemort asked almost kindly to his worst enemy. Harry had caused him much more problems then Dumbledore ever had, and Voldemort would draw Harry's death out as long as he could.
"yes... do you fear death for the final judgement or because your existence will end?" asked Harry calmly, looking at Voldemort's deathly pale face.
"I am Lord Voldemort and I am immortal. I do not fear what can not reach me Potter" snarled Voldemort.
Harry nodded unmindful of his wound "really? Then my last to words is Cruenta Arcis"
At the words 'Cruenta Arcis' a gigantic red ward activated together with wide area Anti-Disapparition Jinx and anti-Portkey Jinx to insure that that they can not teleport out of there. The red ward was something either Voldemort or his death eaters had ever seen before. The ward was 3 miles wide and had them all surrounded. The red ward itself had four big rune circles that was connected by lines of runes that was over the whole surface of the ward. The four big circles was slowly spinning in place, give off a very feeling to those that looked at it. The red colour the ward was giving off was giving all that death eaters the chills.
"Potter! What is this?" snarled Voldemort with a slight undertone of fear.
Harry just smug smile at him. a smug smile of victory that made Voldemort fury reach heights it has never been before. But Harry did not say a word, either to explain or boast his victory to the tapped Dark Lord.
Cruenta Arcis or Bloody Castle in English, was made to kill any inside the blood ward by consume the souls and magic within it, it was a interesting magic that the user just had to have enough magic to activate before it could run itself on the souls and magic within it's reach to there was no more souls inside. It was made by a Blood Mage that was tired of piercing the wards of enemy castles he attack, so he made Cruenta Arci to feed on the power within. It got it's name because as it feed on magic the red circle ward call what made it toward it, namely Blood Magic. The blood it forced out of the human body to flow upwards the big circles, making it seem like it is making the castle itself bleed. After the magic in the blood is forced out of the blood while it make it's way upward, it fells down again, making the castle seem like it was bathed in the blood of those that protected it.
It is luckily not easy to make, as the runes to make it have to be made in magic filled blood.
Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and fired of the unforgivable torture curse at the dying Harry "Crucio" making Harry scream from the unbearably pain the curse make it's victim feel.
There was great panic as Voldemort's Death eaters could not teleport out of the blood red ward, Voldemort himself could feel the cold feel of overwhelming fear.
The torture curse on Harry was costumed by the ward after a few minutes, making Harry sigh in relief.
The blood ward's magic start slowly, and pick up speed.
Voldemort turned when Potter had stopped screaming, to see the brat smiling at the sky again. The only reason that Harry's spilt blood was not flowing upward was because the ward recognized the magic of it's creator, and left it alone, for now.
"so you think it is funny Potter?" snarled Voldemort, again pointing his wand at Harry "Crucio" the spell did not even make it halfway toward Harry before it disappeared, consumed by the ward.
Then the Blood ward began to pick up speed, all the persons inside Cruenta Arci could feel a drain on their magic.
"What have you done?" screamed the Dark Lord in panic. Magic was the one thing he prided himself on, the thing that made him so different than the powerless muggles he hate so much.
Now those with low magic reserve had their blood forced out of their ears, eyes, month and from under the nails. Those that had their blood slowly removed screamed in horrifying pain.
Voldemort that had the biggest reserve of magic could only watch was his minions randomly started to bleed, their blood dancing beautifully toward the blood red sky. a feeling of hopelessness overwhelming Voldemort, he could feel his own soul start to be consumed and his blood move in ways it certainly should not.
Before fury made it's way into Voldemort, he pointed his wand toward Harry in a last desperate try to survive "Avada Kedavra!" the only thing Voldemort managed was to make the tip of his wand glow green for a brief moment, before it died out together with any hope of survival he had. Voldemort began to scream as his many victims as his blood began to flow out. The Dark Lord's scream made Harry small smile widen just a bit.
He could only imagine how it must feel to have ones soul transmuted into pure magic while still alive, not nice Harry believed.
Now Harry could feel the pull of the call of the bloody ward, costuming his already low magic reserve from setting the Cruenta Arci ward up.
Harry was at peace, he did what he wanted to do before he died, his only regret was not paying enough attention while learning the wonderful thing called magic, and not knowing his blood family.
Harry could see Voldemort's bloodless corpse fell to the ground dead, the only thing that held it up so long was that blood that was forced upwards.
As Harry felt the blood ward take a hold of his soul and the blood leave him, he thought 'I wonder what would have happened if I had a family to start with...'
Suddenly the stones at Stonehenge glowed a deep red, and Harry felt the Blood ward fell apart, the enormous amount of magic the anti castle spell had absorbed from both Voldemort, Death eaters and Stonehenge itself, rushed into it's creator and Master's body, making Harry's body explode in a bloody explosion of blood. But the magic was not interested in the body, only the part the Blood ward was clearly connected to, Harry's soul and magic.
Harry's soul could be clearly seen floating, with harry looking around in confusion, the magic cores taken from Voldemort and his death eaters made Harry's soul produce enough magic stay in the land of the living.
The Stonehenge Stones flashed brightly once, and the soul of Harry Potter was no longer in that world.
The bloody scene was found by tourists the next day. The whole incident was later named the Bloody Stonehenge massacre, for the enormous amount of blood found on the place.
(scene change, another dimension)
Harry's vision was back to normal a little after he arrived.
He looked around in his soul form, what he saw made him pale, it was Godric's Hollow, the place were his father and mother leved in hideing with him, but that was not what made him pale so much. The house was whole and undamaged. After Voldemort's attack that killed his parents and himself while destroying some of the house, it was declared a historical place by the Ministry of Magic, and was put under a powerful stasis spell so anything was as it was at the end of that dreadful night.
Harry had a really bad feeling at the sight of the two robed persons walking toward the house. Even of he was floating in the middle of the yard just before them they made no signs of seeing a ghost before them.
As the two robed people walk closer, harry cursed loudly, they could not hear him bad month them and their mothers, as he recognized the still human looking Voldemort and the betrayer of his family Peter Pettigrew.
Harry was starting to feel very sick, the magic cores he unknowingly and unwilling had absorbed, was cursing harry's soul to becoming increasing unstable with the lack of a living medium.
He followed Voldemort inside the house through the door the Dark Lord broke, even if he was in great pain.
Harry was confused why the house was empty, as he could vague remember his father fighting the Dark Lord as soon he stepped inside the door.
'something is very weird around here' thought Harry weakly.
It was a good thing that flying come so natural to Harry, or he would not have made it to the top of the stairs for the pain that was increasing fast.
Something was pulling on Harry's soul, it was inside the nursery.
The pain was making Harry enter a light trance in order to ignore it while moving, a thing he learned after a fight where a death eater got lucky. He entered the nursery just before the Dark Lord, and stopped at the sight of the triplet, snapping out of his light trance.
The pull on his soul was increasing toward the three, he did not want to enter his soul in the girl, who had black hair and green eyes, he was male and want to stay like it thank you very much!
That left the pull on his soul from the two male babies. The one that looks like his father, or the one that looks like his mother. Harry would really not do this if he had a chose, the pull made just entering the nearest hard and his will to resist was taken care off by the pain, that was on per with the Dark Lord's Cruciatus Curse on his best day.
He looked over his shoulder to see Voldemort raise his wand at the one that looks like his father, and Harry decided ' there is no way, and I repeat, NO way I will be the boy-who-lived... again'
he followed his instincts and the pull into the red haired one, just as Voldemort screamed
"Avada Kedavra!"
as soon as Harry entered, the body was overflown with Harry's magic as it also absorbed the core into Harry's, and the very young soul melted together with Harry's bigger one. The Killing curse made contract with the other baby, which Harry could feel over the bound their were born with, instinct took over and Harry flooded the triplets bound with his magic to help his triplet fight the killing curse. He only just noted he had more magic of then usual, and it felt weird to him.
The killing curse and Harry's magic cashed, and Harry won, maybe his magic still had the effect of his mother's sacrifice to help it overcome Voldemort's magic, Harry did not know. The magic crash made a magic backslash go over the bound into Harry, and the bound the three babies shared in their still short life busted into bits and pieces. Again it was Harry that took the worst damage by it, as the one that had the most developed mind of the triplets. Finally the pain of using more magic than the body could take and the magic backslash overwhelmed him and he fell unconscious. But not before seeing Voldemort's spirit flee the remaining of it's body with a scream, as it turned to ash.
Peter Pettigrew who was waiting out side the door to the nursery rushed inside when he heard his master scream. He did not make it to see the spirit of Voldemort flee, but he could see his master's body turn to ash. Peter bit back a scream of pain when the Dark Mark on his arm burned, he looked at the mark as it slowly faded, but it did not fade entirely, the mark active, he could feel it.
Peter did not even look at the babies to see if they were alive, as he turned to run. He was almost out of the door before he had the idea to fake his death, he turned toward the living room, and pointed with his wand and said "Incendio" small bust of flames was sent out of Peter's wand set the living room aflame, to hide there was no struggle between him and Voldemort.
As he ran out the door he failed to see his three best friends, and one of his best friend's wife return to the front yard. Peter in full view of them pointed his wand at the sky "Morsmordre!" the spell conjured the Dark Mark into the sky, the Dark mark is a big, green skull in the sky with a snake coming out it's month.
His work done he turned to make his getaway only to come face to face with pale faced Lily, James, Remus and Sirius, Peter froze in shock. They stared at each other for a while before an explosion from the house snapped them out of it.
Lily screamed for her children inside the burning house and ran past Peter into the burning house, to save her children.
The males took their wand and started tried to curse Peter, with different very unpleasant spells they knew from their prankster days.
Unfortunately Peter was not a coward for show, and instantly transformed into his Animagus form which is a rat, and flees beyond the Anti-Disapparition ward and teleported away.
"James! Help Lily with your childen while Sirius and I put out the fire!" yelled Remus, the more level headed of the males.
James ran inside the house to help his wife, while Sirius and Remus conjured water to put out the fire, that had luckily not spread outside the living room.
Up stairs in the nursery Lily had collapsed with relief over her children was still alive. James saw lily had collapsed began to panic "Lily! are we too late?" he grabbed her in his arms.
Lily turned her tear filled eyes towards James, a big smile on her face "they are alive and sleeping James, they are Alive!" and she gave James a big hug, and cried into his shoulder in happiness. James himself had happy tears in his eyes over his kids was alive.
"Are we too late?" asked Sirius loudly running up the stairs with Ramus just behind, they had stopped the fire, and having not heard anything from up stairs thought the worst had happened to the children. They too had happy tears in their eyes and almost collapsed like Lily and James, it was only their male pride holding them up.
"Are we going to call Dumbledore to help find out what happened here?" asked Ramus after a while "I do not know about you but that ash looks really suspicious to me. I mean it is 'ash' in the middle of the room your children sleep in. it has nothing to do here. And Wormtail's behaviour was very suspicious to me, setting fire to the house while the children still in it, and firing the dark mark into the sky, where did he learn the spell?"
The trade Mark death eaters leave after a raid or attack, a spell said to be made by the Dark Lord Voldemort himself, it was not something you could learn from a book. It was something only death eaters learn. The green skull inspire fear and terror in any who see it, as it mean someone is most likely died in a very horrifying manner.
"you think Wormtail is a traitor?" asked Sirius shaken, not really wanting to believe one of his close friends that he made on the train to Hogwarts in his first year so many years ago, had betrayed them to Voldemort.
"I do not know Padfoot, but too many things do not add up, like why the childen is still alive if he is a betrayer and not set the house on fire just after we left, instead to waiting this long to do it, and as I said before the ash right there is suspicious" Ramus pointed at the ash pile again, before sniffing to the air "I smell dark magic in the room. Lily you are the best to this, please start to diagnose the children for curses while I get Dumbledore!" Ramus voice was serous "And what ever you do, don't do anything to the ash pile!"
Remus left for the fireplace to fire call Dumbledore.
Lily after hearing there may be curses on her children, began to cast diagnose spells like mad on the one that was nearest her, while cursed herself for not doing so before. The one that was closes to her was the boy that looks like his father "Alvin it all going be fine" said Lily softly to the sleeping child.
Lily paled when she fund a large source of Very dark magic on her child, she reached up to where she knew the source was, and moved a lock of black hair to find a lightning formed scar, that was like nothing she had encountered before. She was at last sure it was not doing harmful things to her son, but she could not find out what the purpose of the magic was.
She moved over to the middle bed where the son that had her looks from her, and cast the diagnose spells, before going really pale "Oh, Harry" she whispered. She had detected signs of bad magic backslash and inward bleeding in multiply places and many other thing that was missed up inside her child. She tried her very best to heal the damage. There was things that she was not sure was done right, but at last her son would survive, but he would likely have lasting damage. She cursed the death eaters that destroyed St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the only magic hospital in Britain's magic world. At the time she could get her child to a professional healer it would already be too late to change anything without harming her child further. "I am sorry my son" she said softly before moving on.
"Rose" said Lily to the last of her triplets, and the only female of them. She cast the diagnose spills faster than she had ever done before in her life. She shagged with relief over there only was a mild sign of magic backslash that was fixing itself right now. Nothing damaging or worrying like the other two. "thank god" she said.
"it there anything wrong dear?" asked James softly, as he laid a hand on her shoulder.
"I am sure that Alvin and Rose is going to be fine, but poor harry" she crying into his shoulder "he is going to survive, but not without lasting damage" James did the best he could to hold his own tears in, while comforting his wife.
Sirius Black who was keeping an close eye on the ash pile, heard what Lily said and was glaring all the harder at the ask pile.
"Fear not I'm here" said Dumbledore grandly, not reading the mood at all "now what is the problem here children"
Sirius answered "when we went to meet up here with Peter, we saw fire inside the house with Peter running out and fired the Dark Mark into the sky right in front of us. Lily ran into the house while we tried to capture the rat, Peter escaped while we were still in shock to effective capture him. Me and Ramus put out the fire, while James joined his wife up stairs. The triplets is alive but Ramus smelled dark magic and went to get you" short and to the point.
"Headmaster, we are at a lose over what happened here and that random suspicious ash pile" said Ramus glaring at the ash pile, his instinct told him told him that it was not just there just for fun.
"oh my" said Dumbledore in surprise after a few spell that none of the others in the room knew, or even heard of.
"what is it Headmaster" asked Sirius.
"that is Voldemort, or what is left of him" said Dumbledore before he grained a hard look and cast countless spells at the ash pile.
All the others in the room moved as one one step away from the ash pile.
"yes, that was Voldemort. I wonder what happened" Dumbledore mused "Lily how is the children?"
"Alvin has some kind of very dark cast on him that I can not find the purpose of at all" said Lily "Harry had a bad magic backslash that missed up his body badly, but he is going to survive. Rose only had a mild magic backslash and is going to be fine" Lily used a professional healer tone to list the harm that had her children suffer.
"I am sorry for asking" said Dumbledore who had moved to Alvin to cast spells on him. "oh my!"
"what is it Headmaster?" asked Lily fearing the worst.
"it seem that your child has just survived the killing curse" said Dumbledore very surprised "and has a mark to show for it?" Dumbledore touched the lighting scar, that had not even bleed, it was like it had always been there.
"it is not impossible to survive the Killing curse?" asked Ramus in disbelief.
"yes normally it would, but it seems that being triplets saved you child, they shared the burden of the killing curse and even sent it back. The magic in the room indicate powerful accident magic, but not without a price. The bound they shared when they were born is broken, young Harry took it worst, probably to instinctively protect his sister" explained Dumbledore "but I am not entirely sure how. Magic is truly a strange and wondrous thing"
"so Alvin is going to be okay?" asked Lily, not really caring about the other stuff.
"yes, Alvin is going to be okay, the magic will not harm him" said Dumbledore laughing loudly in happiness "better than okay, he just survived the Killing curse and sent it back, Voldemort is no more walking with us. The war is over! All thanks to Alvin Potter, the boy-who-lived!"
Now all the others in the room had happy smiles on their faces, before they glanced at Harry that was injured, then they stopped smiling.
"now!" said Lily taking control as only a woman could "Headmaster you have to spread the news to the world so they can go out of hiding, there most be some skilled healers that was hiding from Voldemort that can help Harry, Ramus! it will be your job to find one, after you get a few hours of rest, the news will only have reach the hiding people in a few hours. Sirius! Go to you wife she is probably worrying right now. Your wife has contacts in France right?"
"yes she do" said Sirius.
"tell her to use her contracts to find a really good healer and bring her to Potter manor where we will be moving as soon as we can" said Lily "James you will help me move the children to Potter manor, and insure that Peter can not enter it as soon as possible"
They just stared at her "LEAVE!" she screamed, making them leave very fast, except James who took Alvin and Rose that was not nearly as injured as Harry, who gently Lily took in her arms.
"move!" she told him sternly, James fell in love with Lily all over again right then and there.
Without a backward glance James and Lily left the small house.