Disclaimer: I, user OathBorn Brothers, am in no way profiting monetarily from this work. Should any ideas originate from a place other than the original Harry Potter books, Percy Jackson books or my imagination they will be referenced at the top of the chapter in which they are used.
Be aware that I will often stray from the Harry Potter books, though many differences will be due to the two worlds interacting with one another. The plan is that this will be a trilogy. The first book (this one) will mainly stay within the Harry Potter world as it follows Harry in his journey through Hogwarts, but will, as mentioned above, not stay completely true to Harry Potter lore as my own ideas and influences from the Percy Jackson world filter in. The main plot through the Trilogy is my own and so does not originate from either worlds or any fan fiction I have read. Please read and review, constructive critique, supportive comments and suggestions are all welcome.
This first chapter I simply wrote because I dislike how the scene, and magical combat in general, was handled in the book. Thus this will be a shorter chapter to serve as an introduction to my writing stile and a taste of what magical combat will be like. Enjoy!
Ps. I will be updating approximately every two weeks.
Prologue: When Dark Lords Come Knocking
The Dark Lord approached the house, apprehension rising within him. This night, he would finally be free of the accursed prophecy that had haunted his steps ever since that fateful day when Snape had brought it to him. In less than an hour, there would be no one left who could defy him. Dumbledore and his precious Order were failing; the Longbottom's, who had long been a thorn in his side, would die tonight at the hands of his most loyal follower and he would personally take care of the Potters'. Tonight, the order would lose some of their best aurors and with them, their will to fight; their hope. Tomorrow, the ministry would fall.
When he was but five meters from the door, the Dark Lord held out one hand, and, with a slight twisting gesture followed by a thrust, the door collapsed in on itself and went flying into the house. At the same time, he held up a large black opal in his other hand and released the spells stored therein; preventing most forms of magical transportation in the area.
He entered the doorway just in time to see a woman rushing up the stairs, his attention, however, was drawn to his right where the outline of a man was barely visible through the flash of light created by the multitude of spells pouring out from his wand as water emerging from a small hole under pressure. Yet they splashed helplessly against the defences provided by various magical items on the Dark Lord as surely as though they had hit a wall of dragon-steel.
The spells that were sent against the him were barely damaging the Dark Lords' shields. Having faced the man previously in battle, the Dark Lord knew that the Lord Potter was a capable fighter and was surprised at the level of resistance. He recognised one of the spells as … a jelly legs jinx? As the Dark Lord was considering this, an angry red hex was sent his way, cutting a path straight through his shields and narrowly missing his chest as he leapt to the side. Taking out a small stone, the Dark Lord whispered a few words before throwing it to the centre of the room, where it remained, pulling spells towards it and growing in size for every spell that touched it. The high-level spells passed overhead almost unaffected by the pull, but the weaker ones were drawn to the stone.
Not willing to allow his opponent time to rethink his approach, the Dark Lord began a retaliatory strike. Spells flashed out of his wand furiously as he attempted to overwhelm the mans' shields through raw power. The Lord, rather than meeting these spells head-on, used transfiguration and agility to avoid these spells at the same time as he activated the defences of the manor. The Dark Lord was forced to take a step back and focus of defence as the house came to life around him – what wasn't spelled to animate and attack the him was transfigured by his enemy and used as a weapon.
The carpet came to life and tried to keep him down as flying swords came from upstairs to slash at him. Lord Potter grabbed a bunch of cutlery and transfigured them into swarms of bees, before enlarging them and sending them to attack. Small dragon statues animated and began spewing fire at him as windows melted into some form of corrosive liquid that oozed its' way towards him.
The Dark Lord Levitated himself into the air before conjuring a gigantic whirlwind around himself. Concentrating, he directed the conjured air to sweep all the obstacles into a gigantic, and very dangerous, ball and hurled it at Lord Potter. Seeing his peril, Lord Potter deactivated the defences such that the ball was now but a mixture of glass, wood and stone before vanquishing the mass.
The Dark Lord gave him no time to recover, as he immediately grabbed the pebble he had previously thrown on the floor and channelled the power it had collected such that it began summoning fiends from the various planes. Huge creatures of rock and fire blared into existence right in the middle of the Potters' living room. In response, Lord Potter took out a small sapphire, formed into a perfect oval, and from it summoned a gigantic elemental of his own; a monstrous beast of water that dwarfed everything else in sight. With a vengeance it attacked and destroyed the other elementals, then turned and reared up as if to strike its' wielder before it was summoned back into the sapphire.
Taking advantage of his enemies' preoccupation, the Dark Lord cast powerful shield breaking curses that smashed straight through Lord Potters' defences. The Lord turned to the Dark Lord, his eyes grim and determined, and cast one final spell before faltering and falling to the ground, barely conscious.
Lightning surged forth from the wand, striking the Dark Lords' defences and withering them away as the items powering them were exhausted from protecting against the spell, hitting the Dark Lord and throwing him back against the wall. Furious, the Dark Lord climbed his feet and turned towards the man sending the killing curse his way, knowing that the Lord would be too fatigued to summon anything to block it or to leap out of the way. The aim was true, and the spell struck Lord Potter, killing him instantly.
The Dark Lord, after shooting one last look of disgust upon corpse of the lord of the house, started up the stairs whilst erecting some temporary defences. He would have to proceed more carefully now. He ascended slowly up the stairs, wary of any remaining defences, yet none came. Upon reaching the top, he was met with a strange scene. A young child was standing in small crib in the centre of the room, golden eyes glowing fiercely as he looked at the intruder. To the child's left was his mother, her wand limp in her hand as she crawled over to stand in between the child and the Dark Lord. The air was so thick with magic that it could be felt by all three, each feeling the effects differently. To the Dark Lord, the air felt oppressive and it filled him with a sense of urgency and, to some lesser degree, fear. The woman felt a sense of foreboding and acknowledgement and the child; comfort and serenity.
"Stand aside woman, and I shall let you live."
In stark contrast to the booming voice of the Dark Lord, came a lighter voice, shaking a little, yet determined.
"Never … Take my life if you have to take anyone's, but spare my child"
Not giving her a second glance and running short of time, the Dark Lord sent a killing curse in her direction almost lazily as he turned towards his actual goal. At this point, fat tears had begun seeping down the babies' cheeks as he gazed at his mothers' eyes, devoid of their normal sparkle. He knew she would never rise again.
Lowering his wand, the Dark Lord laughed; the prophecy that he had mulled over for months was finally at its', admittedly undramatic, end. Unwilling to leave any chance of the divination not finding its' end today, the Dark Lord levelled his wand and sent out the spell that had never failed him to date. The only unstoppable and irreversible spell known to man. The brilliant green light flew towards the boy.