Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
Chapter 1 : The Beginnings
Harry was sitting in the Dursleys home. After the threat of Mad-eye Moody, his uncle hadn't dared to say something to him. But Harry couldn't care less.
Sirius's death had affected Harry like nothing before. Not Cedric, not even his parent's deaths. He hadn't known them. But Sirius he had known well. Never had he thought that they were in a war and anything could happen; that he would have to sacrifice his loved one. All their lives were at stakes and Sirius' was one of them.
Sirius had sacrificed his life for him as he had promised. Now that Harry was out of the initial feelings of shock and loss; he was filled with rage. He wanted revenge. His godfather would not be one of the many casualties in the war as Albus Dumbledore wanted him to be. No, he would make Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange pay.
After Harry had returned from the Hogwarts, he remained sitting quietly in his bedroom, thinking about Sirius and ignoring the entire world. Now he had the seclusion he so craved for. He had to make some serious decisions.
He now knew about the prophecy. He knew that either he had to kill the Dark Lord or get killed by him. He knew Voldemort wouldn't hesitate a second before casting the killing curse on him. He had two choices. First was that he kills Voldemort and rid the world of his evil or get killed by him in the process.
Voldemort knew the prophecy and what he would do was clear to Harry as day. He would kill Harry first and then think about anything else. The biggest desire of Voldemort was to become immortal; and Harry was the only obstacle in the way.
Second was that he run from Voldemort, as he had done before, and get himself killed anyway. He had always escaped by luck before.
First his mother's protection, the two times he had faced Voldemort; when he was one year old and in his first year. Second, if it hadn't been Fawkes with Godric Gryffindor's sword he would've been killed by the Basilisk. In his fourth year, it was his luck that his and Voldemort's wands came from the same phoenix, thus saving him and creating the effect of priori incantatem.
But how much more, he had always survived over the corpses of others; Cedric, Sirius, his parents. Now that won't happen. Harry had decided and this new line of action was what he admired most. He would defend himself and others close to him. And the best form of defense was offense.
Voldemort had always tested him. Now he would see how much Voldemort can take.
As soon as Harry had made his decision, he became totally at peace. He now knew what he had to do. He would avenge his godfather's death, fulfill the prophecy, kill Voldemort and get rid of him, and not be a puppet of Dumbledore. He would now make his own decisions.
So, Harry had went to the Diagon Alley early in the summer and bought as many useful books as he could. He also bought some potions books and several ingredients. He didn't want to get his hatred for the potion's master get in the way of any skill he had with the subject.
He proceeded to make some healing and disguise potions. He had found the recipe for the disguise potions in the 'Most Potent Potions'. These potions were not so difficult to brew. They randomly made some changes in one's features so he was not recognizable as his true identity.
Harry found that he was truly gifted with the art of the potion making instead of what Snape told him all the time. The disguise potion lasted for three hours which were enough for Harry to go down the Knockturn Alley and get some supplies which clearly indicated that the person was up to no good.
But Harry didn't care about anyone's opinion now. He will do what he has to. He could no longer run on Hagrid's 'what will come, will come' rule; he will prevent it to come.
From a book he had gotten from Knockturn Alley, he found the spell to make the detection of underage wizardry impossible. So, Harry had been practicing all summer. Now he knew more about hexes and jinxes than Hermione.
He hadn't reserved any specifics for the spells to learn. Many of them were illegal and cost a few months in Azkaban but he didn't care.
Damn them if they thought he was going to play by their rules.
Today was one such day and he sat practicing in his bedroom. He could now safely say that his knowledge of spells was enough as he had read all the books he bought. Plus he could make one of his own as words were only needed to focus, on which Harry was very good at.
No, today he had another project. He had learned that people of old times could do wandless magic. It was also like focusing, just more difficult.
He was currently gazing intensely at a spot on a paper; he had been for the past half hour. Nothing had happened yet but he wasn't about to give up now.
Harry had never been the one to back away. His life, before, and after Hogwarts showed it. Tom Riddle hadn't been wrong to say that Harry and he shared a lot of things in common.
It hadn't been easy for him either to gain the power that he did. He worked through all his years at Hogwarts and more and gained enough talent to dream about ruling the world. He immersed deep into the dark arts just like his ancestor and meanwhile himself became evil.
Voldemort found refuge from his misery by inflicting the misery to others. Marauders had also been one of his targets.
Harry shifted his attention again to the paper and imagined with all his will that the warm magical energy was leaving from his eyes and touching the paper. He was so deeply immersed in this that after a few moments he noticed that he had managed to burn the paper a little from where he was gazing so intently at it.
He jumped with joy. It was working. He tried another few minutes to burn the paper when he felt it inside him.
It was a strange feeling. An immense power built of pure energy without a form. It couldn't be given any name. It was just power. Not magical, not physical, not any other.
It was like it was trapped in a room. How it can be trapped was beyond Harry. The power felt like it was very easy for it to crack earth itself in thousands of pieces. He felt the power leaking from the sides of the door. He reached that part of his brain cautiously when suddenly, the block which represented the door was blasted away and the raw energy engulfed Harry's mind and body and his consciousness left him to sink in the dark sea of oblivion.
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Chapter 1 : The Beginnings
Harry was sitting in the Dursleys home. After the threat of Mad-eye Moody, his uncle hadn't dared to say something to him. But Harry couldn't care less.
Sirius's death had affected Harry like nothing before. Not Cedric, not even his parent's deaths. He hadn't known them. But Sirius he had known well. Never had he thought that they were in a war and anything could happen; that he would have to sacrifice his loved one. All their lives were at stakes and Sirius' was one of them.
Sirius had sacrificed his life for him as he had promised. Now that Harry was out of the initial feelings of shock and loss; he was filled with rage. He wanted revenge. His godfather would not be one of the many casualties in the war as Albus Dumbledore wanted him to be. No, he would make Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange pay.
After Harry had returned from the Hogwarts, he remained sitting quietly in his bedroom, thinking about Sirius and ignoring the entire world. Now he had the seclusion he so craved for. He had to make some serious decisions.
He now knew about the prophecy. He knew that either he had to kill the Dark Lord or get killed by him. He knew Voldemort wouldn't hesitate a second before casting the killing curse on him. He had two choices. First was that he kills Voldemort and rid the world of his evil or get killed by him in the process.
Voldemort knew the prophecy and what he would do was clear to Harry as day. He would kill Harry first and then think about anything else. The biggest desire of Voldemort was to become immortal; and Harry was the only obstacle in the way.
Second was that he run from Voldemort, as he had done before, and get himself killed anyway. He had always escaped by luck before.
First his mother's protection, the two times he had faced Voldemort; when he was one year old and in his first year. Second, if it hadn't been Fawkes with Godric Gryffindor's sword he would've been killed by the Basilisk. In his fourth year, it was his luck that his and Voldemort's wands came from the same phoenix, thus saving him and creating the effect of priori incantatem.
But how much more, he had always survived over the corpses of others; Cedric, Sirius, his parents. Now that won't happen. Harry had decided and this new line of action was what he admired most. He would defend himself and others close to him. And the best form of defense was offense.
Voldemort had always tested him. Now he would see how much Voldemort can take.
As soon as Harry had made his decision, he became totally at peace. He now knew what he had to do. He would avenge his godfather's death, fulfill the prophecy, kill Voldemort and get rid of him, and not be a puppet of Dumbledore. He would now make his own decisions.
So, Harry had went to the Diagon Alley early in the summer and bought as many useful books as he could. He also bought some potions books and several ingredients. He didn't want to get his hatred for the potion's master get in the way of any skill he had with the subject.
He proceeded to make some healing and disguise potions. He had found the recipe for the disguise potions in the 'Most Potent Potions'. These potions were not so difficult to brew. They randomly made some changes in one's features so he was not recognizable as his true identity.
Harry found that he was truly gifted with the art of the potion making instead of what Snape told him all the time. The disguise potion lasted for three hours which were enough for Harry to go down the Knockturn Alley and get some supplies which clearly indicated that the person was up to no good.
But Harry didn't care about anyone's opinion now. He will do what he has to. He could no longer run on Hagrid's 'what will come, will come' rule; he will prevent it to come.
From a book he had gotten from Knockturn Alley, he found the spell to make the detection of underage wizardry impossible. So, Harry had been practicing all summer. Now he knew more about hexes and jinxes than Hermione.
He hadn't reserved any specifics for the spells to learn. Many of them were illegal and cost a few months in Azkaban but he didn't care.
Damn them if they thought he was going to play by their rules.
Today was one such day and he sat practicing in his bedroom. He could now safely say that his knowledge of spells was enough as he had read all the books he bought. Plus he could make one of his own as words were only needed to focus, on which Harry was very good at.
No, today he had another project. He had learned that people of old times could do wandless magic. It was also like focusing, just more difficult.
He was currently gazing intensely at a spot on a paper; he had been for the past half hour. Nothing had happened yet but he wasn't about to give up now.
Harry had never been the one to back away. His life, before, and after Hogwarts showed it. Tom Riddle hadn't been wrong to say that Harry and he shared a lot of things in common.
It hadn't been easy for him either to gain the power that he did. He worked through all his years at Hogwarts and more and gained enough talent to dream about ruling the world. He immersed deep into the dark arts just like his ancestor and meanwhile himself became evil.
Voldemort found refuge from his misery by inflicting the misery to others. Marauders had also been one of his targets.
Harry shifted his attention again to the paper and imagined with all his will that the warm magical energy was leaving from his eyes and touching the paper. He was so deeply immersed in this that after a few moments he noticed that he had managed to burn the paper a little from where he was gazing so intently at it.
He jumped with joy. It was working. He tried another few minutes to burn the paper when he felt it inside him.
It was a strange feeling. An immense power built of pure energy without a form. It couldn't be given any name. It was just power. Not magical, not physical, not any other.
It was like it was trapped in a room. How it can be trapped was beyond Harry. The power felt like it was very easy for it to crack earth itself in thousands of pieces. He felt the power leaking from the sides of the door. He reached that part of his brain cautiously when suddenly, the block which represented the door was blasted away and the raw energy engulfed Harry's mind and body and his consciousness left him to sink in the dark sea of oblivion.
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