Hello Everybody, I am back. After Many months of debate with myself, I finally decided to start writing Fan Fiction again, I am considering this something to do in My free time so don't expect continuous updates. But I will indeed try my best to get one chapter out a week. No promises though.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of the connected affiliations, nor do I own the ancient poem concerning Beowulf, I just own his current iteration in this story.
"Speech", Thoughts, wordless magic, mind talk, Parceltongue
Truth Revealed.
Chapter One- Remembrance.
Harry jerked awake in a cold sweat, shaking slightly. "Bloody tournament." The fifteen year old wizard stood and shuffled down the hall, absent mindedly pulling on a night shirt as he went. He flicked the lights as he entered the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Memories began flashing before his eyes as he was drug into a terrible trip of nostalgia.
"Cedric! Move!" Harry shoved his friendly rival out of the way as Krum's killing curse solidly connected with his crossed arms. He staggered backwards and nearly fell. "I had really hoped that I wouldn't half to do that again any time soon." The dizzy Tri-wizard champion staggered forward and leveled his wand at Krum.
Krum's face remained stony and impassive, a glazed look was reflected in his eyes.
"Damn, Cedric he's under the imperious curse, stay down, let me handle him." Cedric nodded as Harry stepped in front of him. Firagara! Harry's wordless spell shot forward out of his wand and crashed into Krum's chest.
The large man sailed backwards and landed with a loud thump. Most of his shirt was burned away and his chest held several nasty burns. But like a man possessed, as he was one, Krum staggered to his feet and cast the cruciatus curse.
Harry spun to avoid the curse and quickly ran forward, kicking Krum in the face.
"Stupefy." Krum crumpled into unconsciousness at Harry's feet. "Are you alright Ced?" Harry pulled him to his feet.
"I've been better, but I'm alive thanks to you."
"No worries mate." the pair of Hogwarts champions turned as a deep rumbling entered the air. The maze quivered for a moment before slamming shut, quickly spreading towards them with ever increasing speed. The pair shared a look for a moment and took at a dead sprint in the opposite direction of the insidious and fast approaching shrubbery.
"This. Sucks." Cedric wheezed as the two Hogwarts champions continued to run side-by-side, desperately attempting to out run the ever approaching maze. As they turned the corner, a brilliant glow entered their eyes. The Tri-wizard cup was in sight.
"How about we grab it at the same time, that way we get two Hogwarts Champions!" Harry was shouting in an attempt to be heard over the roar of the homicidal shrubbery.
Cedric glanced over his shoulder at the approaching maze and looked back at Harry. "That works for me, hopefully this damn bush will lighten up when the tournament ends." He looked forward again and spied Fleur on the opposite side of the cup in a similar predicament. "Looks like Fleur had the same idea we did."
Harry shrugged, "I couldn't care less at the moment, I'm ready for this tournament to be over."
"Same here."
As if the trio had choreographed the entire thing from the beginning, they leaped forward and grabbed the cup simultaneously. "Oh shit," Harry swore under his breath as that all to familiar sensation of a portkey began tugging at his naval.
"Fuck!" The three Tri-wizard champions landed in a disgruntled heap. Surprisingly enough, the colorful explicative came from Fleur. Harry and Cedric quirked and eyebrow at her as the Beauxbaton champion blushed. Harry shook his head in slight amusement before quickly clearing the cheerfulness from his mind.
"Be alert," His words were hushed as he stood to survey his surroundings. He swore under his breath as he recognized the Little Hangleton Graveyard. "Both of you, UP! NOW!"
" 'arry, what eez the problem?" the for mentioned wizard's scar began to burn.
"Kill the Spare!"
"Avada Kadevra!" Reacting as quickly as he could, Harry jumped forward and blocked the curse's path towards Fleur. She screamed as the curse collided with his crossed arms and chest, dissipating around his body in a sickly green aura.
The Griffindor champion staggered back slightly and lowered his smoking arms, a casual smirk was plastered across his face.
He looked back a Fleur and Cedric," I want both of you to apparate away from here before they manage to through a ward up."
" Harry, mate, you might need us."
" I appreciate your concern Cedric, but I will be fine. I have fought him several times before, and I will have little problem with him now." Cedric Swallowed and nodded.
"We'll send help , as soon as we can." Harry nodded to the pair as they stood and apparated away, back to Hogsmeade.
"Hello Peter." Harry tightened the grip on his wand and shifted his weight, entering a offensive stance. The diminutive wizard was shaking slightly.
"P-Potter." Harry smiled in a pityingly way.
"No Peter, not Potter." A high pitched laugh issued from the blankets in Peter's arms.
"I believed you dead, Beowulf."
"As usual Tom, your assumptions are incorrect." Thunder cracked in the distance, a warning that a storm was fast approaching. "The youngest Potter died nearly two months before your arrival, Tom."
"How did he pass? I must admit that I am curious as to how my supposed defeater died." Harry laughed in a cold manner.
"An advanced case of magical Leprosy, Tom. It was a remnant of the Cold War." Tom's reply sounded as if it may hold a tint of pity.
"How unfortunate, Such a cruel disease. I knew someone in my youth that fell in a similar manner."
"Yes, it was horrible, I was consoling the Potter's when you attacked."
"When did you regain your memories, If my research on your race is correct, then such magical back lash should have reset you for quite some time."
"Former race Tom, Your Unexpected Killing curse seems to have suppressed my abilities, I am only just above a human at the moment, and for your information, it took until this body reached the maturation of eleven years before my memories were once again whole."
The soft rustle of a practiced apparation sounded behind him. Harry turned to see a cloaked figure hurling curses in his direction. He leaped backwards, landing in a handspring before pushing off again effectively distancing himself from the curses. In his momentary laps of concentration, Wormtail managed to catch him in the back with a point blank Crucio.
Not expecting the sudden pain, Harry's legs buckled as the cloaked figure in front of him quickly approached and stupefied him.
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Sometime later, Harry regained consciousness, tied down to a head stone. Wormtail was busying himself in front of a large obsidian cauldron. Damn, it's a resurrection ceremony. Harry squirmed for a moment but couldn't get the magical ropes to loosen. Harry stopped as Wormtail began to chant.
"Bone of the Father, unknowingly Taken, you will revive your son!" Wormtail produced The senior Riddle's Skull and let it drop into the cauldron. Harry Frantically looked around willing Voldemort to not be in the cauldron. Slowly, he began to unravel the magical ropes with some wandless magic. Damn this stuff comes in handy, pity I can't use it very often, blasted nosy Headmasters. The maniacal Death Eater produced two daggers from the depths of his tattered robes and walked towards Harry.
"My master taught me this just for you, Harry." The pathetic wizard didn't seem to remember the conversation earlier.
"You are far less intelligent than you appear, Peter, and I pity you for that." Wormtail scowled as he rested the point of one of the daggers against Harry's right forearm, it stood up on it's own, quivering in anticipation. Wormtail reached forward and tapped the handle of the knife as he murmured, " Morsmorde Maximus," The Blade spun and twisted as it carved the dark mark into Harry's arm, releasing a black liquid that seeped into his wound as it went.
Wormtail Took the knife when it was done with it's horrible purpose and flicked an ample amount of Harry's blood into the cauldron. "Blood of the enemy, Forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe!" Finally, Wormtail took the Final dagger and cleanly separated his hand from the rest of his body, allowing the useless appendage to sink into the cauldron. "Flesh of the servant freely given, your shall bring back your master!"
Red lightning spewed forth from the cauldron as a cold, maniacal laughter filled the air.
"He always was one for dramatics," Harry's voice held a hint of resignation within it. The cold laughter continued as Lord Voldemort's form Solidified.
"Robe me." Harry made a sour face at Voldemort's naked Body.
"I believe that I may indeed vomit."
End.
Well wasn't that nice of me to end it their? Really? I didn't think so either. Next chapter, their will be a huge duel between Voldemort and Harry, or should I say Voldemort and Beowulf. Anyone that doesn't recognize that name should brush up on their myths and legends.
What IS Harry, And why did he hide who he really is from everyone, How many differences are their between this story and Cannon? Quite a few small but important ones that I didn't mention. But throughout the course of this story they will be revealed. And yes Harry did survive the killing curse, several times, Why? It has something to do with his true species, after all, you can't kill what is already dead.
Anyways, the more reviews I get the quicker I will Update, but I would like at least five before I post again, so a few of you are going to have to take one for the team and actually update, that is one reason that I became frustrated with my other main story, Harry Potter and the Truth Revealed, Their were over a thousand hits and only twenty two reviews out of that, I know that not everyone liked the story, but those that did, didn't review often either, So if you like, review, if you don't Flame the Hell out of me. I need feed Back!
-Lukan Marvolo
