Harry Potter's spirit

(By firedemon)





Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own anything you recognise.





Chapter one:

(( End of sixth year ))



Harry had just had another near death experience with Voldemort. After he had explained all that had happened that night to Dumbledore, the headmaster took out a small bottle and his wand.

"Harry, could I have a piece of your spirit?"

"What!? Is that even possible? It's dark magic isn't it?

"Harry, I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't possible. But it is very dark magic. As long as you don't tell anyone it will be okay. I want you to understand that I am making a big sacrifice for your safety."

"OK. But professor, what are you going to do with it?"

"I rather not say. Just stay still for a minute. Esprito Maretis."

Some vapour appeared in the bottle and the cap screwed itself shut, only to open when needed.



***



((End of seventh year))



Harry had almost defeated Voldemort. He, Ron and Hermione had challenged him when he had appeared. Harry faced Voldemort after he had stunned Ron and Hermione. Harry raised his wand to do the banishing curse but Voldemort was quicker. He pointed his wand right between Harry's eyes.

"Elcumbrando Degli Esprito."

A black light hit him but it had no effect at all.

Harry did the banishing curse. He turned around to tend to Ron and Hermione. Hermione closed her eyes. She wasn't that stunned anymore.



***



Harry was at the hospital wing when he heard yelling voices. It seemed to be Ron, Hermione and Dumbledore. Ron was exploding at Hermione.

"You shouldn't have said that. Next thing we know you'll go and kill him yourself."

"Now Ron, Hermione did the right thing but I don't know what we will do. Voldemort was dangerous enough. Harry with Voldemort's spirit will be impossible."

When Harry heard this he took his wand and put his glasses on. He opened the door and they all knew he had heard them.

"Kill me before I do it myself."

Since no one reacted he pointed his wand at himself.

"Avada Keda-"

"Expelliarmus"

Ron had blown his wand out of his hand.

Harry retrieved his wand and stalked towards gryffindor tower.

That night, he flew off on his broom and left a note saying:

I'm gone, too bad you didn't let me kill myself. I'll be back. Beware.



***



That morning, Ron found the note and brought it to Dumbledore. After reading it, a bottle flew out of his desk and opened itself. Harry Potter's spirit knew this was his time.