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Title - Harry potter and the Seal of Life

Summery - Harry has just finished his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He has witnessed the destruction of a pillar that holds the light together. He is starting to believe that being a wizard is not such a good thing. The Dark Lord Voldemort will plunge the wizarding world in to a darkness not seen since the time of the founders while plotting the down fall of all that stands in his way. The only person who can stand in his way seems to have abandoned the wizarding world. Heroes and villains shall walk again but the choice between good and evil shall remain in the hands of a boy who is not quite sure about his destiny.

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The beginning

All throughout history many great wars have been fought many lives have been taken. Many great civilizations have risen and then fallen that is history but in those times there were people who were born differently. These people were born leaders who had a choice. Some became tyrants others became saviors either way they were people born to do great things. Two such people were born in the wizarding world one was lost in the cruelty of an orphanage while the other was put through tests of fire, their choices will decide the fate of the wizarding world as well as the fate of this world.

It was a normal day at king's cross. Most people were busy going about their own business to notice anything around them. Even if they did pay attention they would not have seen anything unusual but many mysterious things were in progress around them that could not be seen by the naked eye.

A very normal looking man was walking past the 9th and 10th platforms. His casual clothes and the way he walked as though he hadn't a care in the world made most people he went past to not even give him a glance. He had a rain coat on that was pulled up to hide most of his face although you could see silver shades covering his eyes and the very faint outline of a cotton hat. All in all he seemed to be a normal person not someone who was involved in a conspiracy.

He had a small smile on his face as he walked towards the nearest chair from the exit. He sat down before reaching into his coat and pulling out a piece of paper. He then proceeded to look over the paper. After a few minutes he looked up slightly and scanned the entire platform.

His eyes flashed a few seconds towards an old woman who sat a couple of chairs ahead of him she seemed to be eating a sandwich then his eyes turned toward a man who sat close to the 9th platform reading a very thick book then his eyes strayed towards a very dirty man who seemed to be fast asleep on the seat opposite him then his eyes moved again to a man who looked very uncomfortable leaning on a wall nearby trying to seem casual and failing badly although that might have been because of the large pointy hat on his head.

"Amateur" he muttered as he looked further around the room "the bees' swarm where their colony resides".

He had hardly stopped muttering when a boy suddenly appeared between platform 9 and 10. Immediately the man reading the book straitened but showed no other reaction. The old lady fumbled her sandwich it slipped from her grasp and fell on the side walk. The man smirked in amusement as he watched the lady look longingly at her sandwich.

"No matter how much it changes a wild cat can never be a graceful puma" he muttered

The man leaning on the wall straitened and moved towards the exit at a slow pace but the dirty man sleeping opposite him kept on sleeping. The eyes behind silver frames darkened as it watched the sleeping man.

"No matter how much it tries a Leopard can never change its spots" he muttered as he forcefully tore his eyes from the man to watch the boy who was following a very large man. The boy looked frail, weak and depressed but in his eyes you could see defiance. He walked as though a great weight was on his shoulders. To say Harry potter was not doing well was an understatement because Harry had just finished his sixth year at Hogwarts School of witch craft and wizardry where he had witnessed the murder of his mentor. Harry was a wizard but lately he had been thinking that was not such a good thing.

The man got up suddenly and moved a little ahead to a place where he could watch Harry and his uncle while not getting too close and alerting the guards who were close by to protect Harry. The man smirked as he watched the old lady get up from her place to follow the boy. As she passed the sleeping man she gave him a hard poke in the back before continuing on. The sleeping man gave a loud yelp before waking up and looking around blearily before spotting the boy and scurrying away.

Harry's uncle looked at the retreating rag of a man in utter disgust "boy if you follow the path your going now you'll look like that" he said as he turned to his nephew trying to goad a response out of his nephew but all he got in response was a stone cold face.

"Now boy your aunt and I have discussed it and we think it would be best if you find another place for your self after this summer. We have looked out for you for all this time. But now by what your aunt tells me you're almost an adult in your world. We expect you to move out by your birthday so that I can keep my sanity away from your freakiness" said Vernon as he sat behind the drivers' seat if he was trying to get a reaction out of his nephew he failed miserably as he found an emotionless face.

He was tempted to rap the boy behind the head but controlled himself. He didn't want to get on the wrong side of the boys protectors. He only needed to wait two months then the boy would be gone he reminded himself as he drove the car home.

The silver shaded man watched from the shadows as the car pulled away. As it disappeared he turned around and made his way towards the crowd before seemingly disappearing all together. A second later the man who had been sitting beside the 9th platform reading a book appeared on the same spot before looking around and shaking his head in confusion.

A few blocks away the silver shaded man reappeared in a deserted ally before cursing loudly for a few minutes. He looked around the ally to make sure no one was there.

"Never underestimate nor overestimate your enemy it will lead to your death" he muttered to himself "I shouldn't have underestimated the werewolf if he had caught me the whole plan would have been ruined".

He took a deep breath to calm himself before reaching into his coat to pull out a wand. He walked to a certain part of the left side wall before tapping a certain brick immediately the brick shone with a golden light before fading. The figure turned to the opposite wall where a small opening had appeared. Inside he found a small backpack.

He reached into his coat again and pulled out something that looked like a match box he laid it on the ground before taping it with his wand. It enlarged to the size of a trunk.

After putting aside his wand he looked at both the trunk and the backpack he seemed to be in deep thought after a minute he seemed to have made a decision he slowly pulled off the rain coat, the hat and the shades he had been wearing to reveal a mop of messy black hair, green eyes that shone like diamonds and the lightning bolt scar that marked him as Harry potter. Harry smirked as he imagined his uncle's reaction when he realized that his nephew is made of nothing more than air and a bit of magic. It was an ingenious spell that took him a long time to find in the Hogwarts library but it was the only spell that had any chance of working.

Harry had come to some startling conclusions after Dumbledore death. Dumbledore's death, Still Harry had some trouble believing Dumbledore to be dead, Harry half expected his headmaster to suddenly pop in front of him claiming that the whole thing was a clever plan of his but Harry also knew that even Dumbledore couldn't survive a killing curse to the chest. Dumbledore's death had shown him that even the greatest wizards can be killed with a good plan. Dumbledore's greatest mistake was confining himself to a single place. By making himself available at Hogwarts he had made it easy for Voldemort to make a plan to kill him. Harry was not prepared to make the same mistake so that was the first time he decided that Harry potter needed to disappear.

His duel with Snape had shown him how weak he was. He cringed with shame as he remembered the almost casual way Snape had defeated him. He would be kidding himself if he even imagined himself defeating Voldemort. 'It really doesn't matter' he told himself forcefully but he could still feel a sharp pain in his chest when he thought of that night.

The wizarding world was not ready for a war. Dumbledore's death had awakened them but they were still hesitating. With the chosen one still among them they would still have some foolish hope that he would save them. Harry snorted at that thought so many adult wizards who could do thing that muggles cannot even dream of wanted a boy to fight their battles. Harry wanted to crush that hope. They needed to start to fight for themselves if they had any hope of winning this war. Harry had started to doubt whether he wanted to fight this war.

Harry knew Voldemort better than most people. His many encounters against him and his sessions with Dumbledore had made sure of that. Voldemort for all his destructive ways was a genius. It was not only his power and experience that Harry could not match it was also his intelligence. The cool and collective way he went about his plans not showing all his moves until the last moment. The only mistake he had made was his continued obsession to underestimate Harry which resulted in Harry escaping Voldemort five times. But the main reason for Voldemorts only mistake was his pride. He was too proud to admit that a boy was even someone he should bother about.

Harry had decided to use that weakness. As much as Voldemort was a genius he tended to be a perfectionist. This is where Harry created his own plan. He had very openly spoken about staying at the Dursleys this summer. He had also spoken about going on a trip with Ron and Hermione after his birthday then he had told the order that he would like to be at headquarters after his birthday. By doing all this he had given Voldemort several situations which he could manipulate to his own gains. Voldemort would one way or another try to use one of them in doing so would use some of his resources, resources that would be used to chase a mirage. By the time Voldemort realized his mistake Harry would be mostly safe. Harry cared little for the Dursleys and if Voldemort got to them Harry would be delighted, Ron and Hermione would be in danger but with them being his friends Harry reasoned that they would already be on the deatheater hit list, but the guilty feeling in his stomach had him spreading rumors that he would be going to Godricks hollow on his birthday. The order was better protected than he could imagine so he did not worry about them, all in all Harry reasoned that his plan wouldn't hurt anyone.

Harry knew he could not save everyone but he refused to allow his friends to get hurt which is why he had gone ahead with his plan even though he had agreed to go to the burrow on his birthday for the wedding. By the time they found out he hoped to have disappeared.

Harry could already hear what his friends would say when they found out.

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"Bloody hell that's bloody brilliant"

"How stupid can he get, how could Harry do this?"

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Harry looked at the time to make sure he was on schedule. Harry had researched the underage magic detector it gave him exactly one hour after the train ride before becoming fully operational.

At exactly forty-five minutes after he got off the train he took off all his old clothes and put on the new clothes he had just taken out of the backpack. Then he piled all his personal things like his clothes and books and cast fire to them the only things he kept were the invisibility clock, the photo album of his parents and a small backpack.

Harry had also researched tracking spells most of the old and ancient spells required something personal from the person they were tracking. Although they needed a lot of power they were also the spells that were hard to hide from.

He was not going to make it easy for them. He bundled his invisibility clock, the album and his wand before tying it to Hedwig's leg. "You know what to do girl" he whispered before letting her go. He watched his belongings burn to ash. At exactly one hour after his train ride he reached into his backpack and pulled out a greenish looking potion and drank it. He felt a searing pain in his chest before loosing consciousness.

His last thoughts before loosing consciousness were if his godfather felt this confused in the last days of his life and whether he imagined Ron and Hermione acting strange for the last couple of days.

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