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PLEASE note that this chapter is very clunky and the paragraphs aren't exactly formulated very well. But, that has gotten better as I've moved on, so hopefully you can over look that for now! Thanks for reading!
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart. -Helen Keller
Chapter 1 A New Hope
Harry Potter sat on the train alone on his way to Hogwarts. He had somehow felt the way to get on the train and he sat alone waiting for anyone to approach him. Throughout the train ride, Harry thought about his life at the Dursleys. He had been mentally abused, treated as scum, and thought as a slave, a dirty-worth-nothing slave. Whenever he talked back he got gasps and then mental berating. Likewise, anyone who walked by Harry just gasped. Harry was dressed in his brand-new Hogwarts robes, he had jet black hair (similar length to the first movie) , glasses and also a lightning scar on his forehead. He had always wondered how he had received it, but he never learned it. His Uncle Vernon had said that it was from a car crash, but Harry had researched in the library at his school, and decided that a scar like this couldn't be made from anything like what his relatives described. A strange girl had walked by a couple times and Harry assumed she was looking for something. There she went again… She had bushy brownish hair. She finally looked at Harry and started studying him.
" Have you seen a toad around here? " She asked in a patronizing manner. " I'm Hermione by the way."
" Haven't seen anything of the sort 'round here. " Harry replied with a smile. " My name's Harry, Harry Potter. "
" As in the Harry Potter? " She asked amazed. " The one who vanquished He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? " Her mouth was hanging open. " You're the Boy-Who-Lived! "
Harry snickered to himself. ' That's why they're all staring, I did something amazing I guess ' Harry thought. " Well that is my name but don't wear it out, I feel it has a nice ring to hit " He said quite cockily. " But who is this person that you won't name? " Harry asked. He was intrigued by this He-Who-Mustn't-Be-Named. He inspired so much fear in people that people were scared to say his name.
" I'm not the right person to explain this… My parents are muggles I'm not quite sure. " Harry could feel the nervousness pouring out of her. It was like she was making excuses to reassure herself. Hermione stuttered out " Well I got to go find the frog... Bye? " And with that mutter, she was off back on her quest for the frog.
The rest of the ride went smoothly, no one came to talk to Harry, and he sat by himself and was left to think. As the train came to a stop, the students, including Harry, came pouring out and were led to carriages. The first-years were separated and sent to the boats. When they arrived, an older lady stated that they would be sorted into houses by a hat, and that these houses were to be like a family in the school. As they proceeded to the hall, Harry was receiving stares again and he was definitely the center of attention as they pulled into what the lady, McGonagall he believed, said was the Great Hall.
The sorting hat started out calling names. " Hermione Granger! Too easy… RAVENCLAW! Susan Bones… Hmm HUFFLEPUFF! Daphne Greengrass… The apple definitely doesn't far fall from the tree with this one SLYTHERIN! Lavender Brown… Tougher… GRYFFINDOR! Ronald Weasley…Similar to your family yet different… GRYFFINDOR! Hannah Abbott… definitely a HUFFLEPUFF! Neville Longbottom… Oh you'd be a great Hufflepuff with your skills, but definitely like your grandmother, GRYFFINDOR! Draco Malfoy Oh you don't even need to put me on… SLYTHERIN!" This continued for a long time until Harry was the last first year standing up. " Harry Potter… Harry Potter, hmm definitely the toughest of the night… You have a resounding loyalty, which could make you a great Hufflepuff, but you also want knowledge, you'd be a great Ravenclaw. Most of all you have a need for power, and a darkness inside of you, you could be a great Slytherin, but I know where you belong… GRYFFINDOR!" The yells of the Gryffindor table could be heard miles away as Harry went to sit at that table. The old man who Harry was told was Dumbledore, made a speech about what was forbidden within the school, but Harry wasn't really paying attention, he was just soaking up all of the power resonating within this room, it was very overpowering. Harry snapped out of his trance.
" And I bid you all good night! " Dumbledore yelled as the prefects started leading everyone to the dorms. " Oh! Can I see Harry Potter?! " Dumbledore yelled finishing his speech. Harry slowly approached Dumbledore. " Ah young Harry, we have much to discuss. First of all, I'd like to gain a bit of knowledge about you first. What do you know about your scar Harry? " Dumbledore asked.
" I've had dreams about it for ages Professor. I learned on the train that it was a he-who-mustn't- be-named. I do know that everyone fears him. I can tell by the way people look at me. A mix of wonder and fear. I can also feel it emanating from them." Harry replied. He felt a bit nervous about this meeting with the old man. On the contrary, he was quite excited to finally learn about the scar that had plagued his interests for as long as he could remember.
" I see we have much to cover then. Well I guess you're right with what you said. They did fear him too much, because of what he did. He wiped out more or less all of the strongest wizards in the world. He killed your parents, but their sacrifice protected you and help rebound the curse he used back at him, leaving you with a scar. That is the brief summary of what happened. Now to the more important part, Harry you and I are the last remaining Magic wielders. We're different from normal wizards and witches. Have you ever felt the magic around you? " Harry nodded slowly to this. " Well that is one sign you're a Magic Wielder. We don't need wands to use magic because of our aptitude for magic. For a normal wizard or witch, when they use wandless magic, it will slowly drain them of their magic. Instead of using our wands to fight, we use a sword of sorts, and then use wandless magic. These swords aren't actually swords, they're plasma beams. They're entitled Plasma Swords. They'll block any magic shot at you, except for the magic shot at you by other Magic Wielders. I trained a Magic Wielder many years ago, but he went to the dark side and ended up paying the price with his life at your hands. Anyway, all the magic you'd learn at school wouldn't be useful for you, so you'll attend, but you'll practice without a wand. Some lessons won't be useful for you, so I'll take you for those and teach you more about Plasma Battling. I know this much for you to take in, so go to your dorm and mull it over. Come to my office tomorrow when your housemates go to their classes. " Dumbledore lead to him to his dorm.
Harry couldn't believe everything that was happening to him. Not only did he get to leave the Dursleys house, but he is a hero among heroes. He didn't know how to feel. Then suddenly he had a vision. He was alone. No there was someone else. " Harry… " "Ssss…" Was there a snake? Suddenly his forehead felt like it was going to explode. He saw to people ignite a laser sword of sort. Those must be the plasma swords Dumbledore was talking about. They flipped into action. The swings came rapidly, it felt like Harry was fighting for his life just being there. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder as he was pulled from the dream.
" Harry… That was a magic vision. Driven by pure magic, they're very dangerous Harry. They don't always come true, nor do they accurately portray things that do come true most of the time. Anyway as I was saying, you'll first learn to battle using some sticks carved into the shape of a plasma sword. When you eventually do get your sword, it will turn the color that your soul is. Red, orange, and yellow show a person going towards the path of the dark side. Blue, green, and purple show someone on the light side. White is a pure light wizard. Black is a pure dark wizard. Gray is a completely neutral wizard, perhaps someone who works for pay. Wandless magic has no constraints, so you could easily use it for the dark side. With our magic you could move things, read minds, trick people, absorb magic from wands, and even make something known as a Patronus to keep the Dementors away. Dementors are creatures that suck out your soul however your plasma blade would probably do a fine job at keeping you safe.
Ah here we are your dorm. Make sure not to tell ANYONE else about this until you completely trust them. If news of us gets to the wrong people Voldemort will come for you much too early." And with that Dumbledore left him in the common room of Gryffindor. ' I should of told the boy of the prophecy… He deserves to know.'
The Next Day
Harry woke up first and decided to go down and sit in the common room to think. He needed to think about everything that had transpired in the last week or two. As people started to come down. He could hear the whispers about the Boy-Who-Lived and how he was going to be Dumbledore's golden child. Suddenly he felt a great fear around him. He could hear something moving around. He shuddered. ' Kill the mudbloods… Kill the mudbloods… KILL THE MUDBLOODS!' Harry yelled and the voice went away. He'd never been that scared before. ' I must tell Dumbledore about this' Harry thought to himself. He then noticed, that everyone around him was staring at him. He suddenly got up and decided to go to breakfast like many of his peers had already done.
When Harry arrived at breakfast, a student handed Harry a note saying that Harry was to report to Dumbledore's office for lessons today. Harry nodded to the messenger and continued to eat. He eventually noticed he was getting stares from not just his own table but everyone in the school. Even some of the teachers were looking at him. Harry got up and left suddenly not feeling hungry.
As his dorm mates left for their first class, Harry left for Dumbledore's office. As he arrived, the gargoyle in front of him moved suddenly, and Harry walked up the stairs.
" Ah! Harry my boy, come sit down, we've got much to cover today. " Dumbledore said from his chair as he motioned to a chair in front of his desk. " Lemon drop? " Dumbledore said in an absent-minded tone. Harry could feel the magic coming from Dumbledore, it was very powerful. Harry could also feel something else… Nervousness was it? " Ah I see you've already started using your abilities. Empathy is or was? It was an ability that helps keep the good in everyone. Anyway, I know you're still probably quite confused on what it means to be a magic wielder so we'll go over that along with more basics. First in order to become your best self, you must study the past and apply it to today. So first we're going to learn the Magic Code magic wielders of old had to use. Then, I will point out what we still need to follow, then you'll explain to me why or why not we don't need the other points. First, let us study who was a magic wielder. Ah you may know some of these people. Let me see, first of all your dad and his friend Sirius Black were both magic wielders, and pretty darn good ones at that. Such a pity Sirius fell down the path of darkness. When I talked to you yesterday I said we were the only magic wielders left, I should have said we were the only light wielders left. On the dark side there is Bellatrix and Voldemort. I'm not quite sure where Sirius falls. That would be all you know. Now onwards to the Code." Dumbledore then got up and pulled out a piece of parchment.
" Professor umm how did my dad die? " Harry asked quietly as Dumbledore started writing out the code on a piece of paper.
" We'll get to it… First let us look at this. Sorry you can't see the original… It's in latin. So first, ' There is no emotion, only peace.' Now I'm going to say that this may seem unnecessary, but it is possibly the most important rule. Love leads to a fear to lose what you love, which leads to anger at anything who wants to take what you love away. This leads to hate, which leads to suffering and suffering is leads to the dark side. Next rule is ' There is no chaos, there is Harmony' This rule isn't as necessary, but it is still important because with chaos, a fear blossoms, and you know what happens after that. ' There is no passion, there is serenity.' This rule is complete and utter crap because passion for anything is what you need. Ravenclaw's have a passion for knowledge and this isn't wrong so I must disagree with this rule. After that there is ' There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.' This is just common knowledge. Finally, there is ' there is no death, only magic.' This rule is the truth that we must follow. You'll eventually understand why, and I can't explain it to you, it's something you need to learn." Dumbledore stated.
" Why can't there be emotion professor?" Harry asked. " Wouldn't having love give you a reason to fight?" Suddenly Harry fell down on the ground. His scar hurt terribly. His forehead felt like it was on fire. " AHHHH! " Harry yelled accidentally. Harry grasped onto anything around him. He felt himself falling into a magic vision. Suddenly there he was on a volcano was it? He saw someone with a remarkable resemblance to himself and a man with long hair. They both had plasma blades out, and one man's was red and the other was green. Then, suddenly they jumped at each other blades crashing. It was insane to see, Harry could only watch as they battled. He could tell they knew where the other would strike. 'Years of training with each other would be what produced this most likely' Harry thought to himself. Then, he was pulled out of the vision.
" We need to get started training Harry. I need to teach how to control the visions." With that, Dumbledore taught Harry the basics of a mental magic called Oculemency. After that, Dumbledore pulled out a gray piece of metal and a crystal. Harry could feel the power coming off the crystal. " Harry we also need to make your plasma blade. First off, you need to grab this crystal. Hold it and release everything from your mind. This will bond it to you." As Harry completed this step, Dumbledore prepared the next step. " Now without losing your concentration, lift the crystal using magic. I know you haven't learned this yet, but let yourself go, and focus on the task." It took a few seconds but Harry eventually lifted the crystal. " Aha! Now you can relax, the job is done." Dumbledore said as the metal absorbed the crystal. " Just grab the metal and it will form into the best grip for you. " Harry grabbed it and the metal shaped around his hand. " Now press the button under your thumb. " Harry did so and the blade ignited. Harry stared in wow as the blade changed in color from white to blue to red to green to gray to yellow to orange to purple to black. Then the blade went back in. " Ah press the button once more to learn the color of your blade." Harry felt his heart beating in his chest. ' Why am I so nervous he thought to himself?' As he ignited the blade he, nearly jumped from surprise. It was blue, one of his least favorite colors. He was hoping for green or purple. " Ah, blue is the color I expected from you." The rest of the day went by quickly for Harry, as he learned of the demise of the Magic Wielders, and he returned to his common room to drop of his blade, hiding within his trunk. Dumbledore had told him he couldn't show anyone at all. Harry walked to dinner alone. He felt lonely, and wanted to make a friend at Hogwarts, anyone to talk to about anything. As he walked to dinner he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. ' Not another magic vision! ' Harry put up his relatively weak oculemency shields.
" AH!" Harry screamed in pain as his forehead felt like it would explode. He barely escaped without a vision and then decided to make Oculemency a priority. He walked into dinner and everyone stared, he even noticed the teachers staring. Harry just sat down. And ignored them. Many days went by with similar occurrences until Harry finally found someone to talk to. She went by the name of Daphne Greengrass. He's found her sneaking out. He could feel her presence. They immediately hit it off. Harry knew he couldn't talk to her in public, so he'd sneak out and trick anyone who caught him into thinking that they hadn't seen him. He felt so comfortable around her, he instantly started to drop hints about what he actually was. He eventually told her, and as surprised as she was, she promised to never tell anyone. They became inseparable. As much as a 14-year old kid could love someone, he loved her. But he knew she didn't reciprocate the feelings. Things continued on, and Harry tried to push down his feelings and follow the code, but he couldn't it always came back as soon as he saw her.
Half way through the first month of school, the day he met Daphne, they had a flying class, and Harry had great control of his broom, but a housemate, Neville didn't, and had to be sent to the infirmary. While the teacher was gone, Malfoy took Neville's remembrall and tossed it. Harry felt his anger reach an all time high, and he used his magic to shove Malfoy, and he raced after it. McGonagall saw this and immediately took him to Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor quidditch team captain, and stated that he was to become the new seeker. Harry practiced with the team, but today, he was more than nervous seeing as it was his first game. Harry had gotten a new broom from a mysterious person and had tried it out during practice. It was much faster than many of his teammates. As they flew out and the game started Harry felt something off with not only his broom, but with himself. He felt a constant fear, he wasn't nervous, he was scared. As the game started, Harry started flying looking for the snitch. It was nowhere to be seen. He kept looking, and he saw it, but then his broom stopped working. Harry lurched forward almost falling off. ' Someone has to be cursing me! ' Harry thought angrily. He used his own magic to try and counteract the curse, but it wasn't working. Suddenly Harry lurched forward again, and the snitch flew into Harry's mouth. He fell quickly to the ground. He felt himself slow down, as someone yelled a curse. They slowly let him down. He felt himself passing in and out of consciousness. He held up the snitch and then passed out as his teammates yelled. He woke up in the infirmary.
" You had quite the fall, better be thankful Snape cast that spell at the last second or else you'd be dead. " The nurse lady said. Harry mumbled something incoherent as he remembered everything that happened. Eventually he talked to Dumbledore about it, and Dumbledore only said that Harry was to be more careful in the future. Harry started to wonder who it could be. His thoughts immediately went to Snape, but then realized the old git caught him, if he wanted Harry to fall off his broom, he wouldn't have caught him. The only other possibility is… Quirrell, the stuttering fool that 'taught' Defense against the
Dark Arts. Harry was rarely at that class because of the total lack of teaching ability Quirrell demonstrated. Harry decided to get Daphne and they would talk to Quirrell together. At night he grabbed his plasma blade and snuck out to where he and Daphne met.
" Goodness are you okay? You scared the living crap out of me, even though I could never admit to anyone but you. Harry you nearly DIED! " Daphne stated as though she was just coming to the conclusion.
" Yeah, yeah whoop-dee-doo that's all great but I know who did it. It was Quirrell. " Harry stated with conviction and absolute confidence. " I think we need to confront him… Tonight!"
" No Harry we can't " Daphne said trying to get Harry to give up on this.
" Fine. But eventually we will. " Harry always had a soft spot for Daphne, and he couldn't deny it. And with that, Harry and Daphne plunged into their normal talks about what they had done.
As Christmas rolled around, Daphne was planning to leave to go to her parents, and they both knew Harry wasn't going anywhere. While Daphne was gone, Harry surprisingly made another friend in Neville Longbottom. Much like with Daphne, Harry eventually told Neville about what he was. On Christmas, they opened their presents together, and at the end Harry opened a present that had a cloak on, a cloak that he and Neville learned was an invisibility cloak. Harry knew what this would be for. Harry had already decided they were going to pull the prank of the century with this cloak. During the break, Harry had Neville introduce him to some of his friends. Neville showed Harry to Ron, Hermione, Susan, Hannah, Ginny, and Luna. Harry knew this was of the utmost importance because he'd need friends that he could trust. They all immediately hit it off and Harry was having a great time, but he missed Daphne and wanted to see her desperately.
When Daphne finally came back, She, Harry, and Neville snuck out to go down to the library to pull a prank when they saw someone out sneaking around. Feeling lucky he'd remembered to start bringing his plasma blade around like Dumbledore had told him to, Harry started to finger it in nervous preparation. They followed the figure to the corridor that Dumbledore had said was forbidden. The figure took out a harp, and started playing it, as Harry and company walked through they saw a huge three-headed dog, and it suddenly woke up because they knocked over the harp.
" Shit… " Harry mumbled as the dog rose.
" Petrificus Totalus! " Daphne yelled as dog frose.
" Good thinking Daph " Harry stated as they took of the cloak and went down the trap door. They fell into a plant. Harry started twisting and turning desperately to try and get out, but he found himself only more constricted.
" Everyone hold still! The plant will kill you if you keep moving! " Neville yelled. Eventually everyone fell through, and the crew moved on. The walked into a room fool of keys, and they saw the padlock on the next door.
" I'm gonna have to fly to get the key " Harry stated as he picked up the broom. He flew around trying to find a special key and then he saw it, there was a key with a broken wing. He grabbed it and flew straight for the door. He tossed it to Daphne, who fumbled a bit as she unlocked the door. Harry was flying around keeping the keys busy. " Go past this, I'll make it! " Harry yelled, very glad he was a natural flyer.
" But Harry- " Daphne started
" I'LL MAKE IT! NOW GO!" Screamed Harry. As he prepared himself to jump. He flew around once more, then jumped through the door as Neville and Daphne closed the door. " Phew " He stated nonchalantly. As they walked up, they realised that the next thing they had to do was play chess. They took control of some chess pieces, and soundly beat the opponent, though several close calls came. After that, they walked into a room, and suddenly, two blasts of light shot at Daphne and Neville and they fell to the ground.
" Ha ha Potter, you'll never learn. " The mysterious figure said from the darkness. Suddenly, with a flick of the wrist, there was fire surrounding them. The figure was Quirrell.
" I knew it was you! There was no other person it could be. " Harry stated with much pride.
" How smart are you Potter? You saw through me. But no one else believed you did they though. No one ever suspected the little old st.. stutt... Stuttering Quirrell would be the person attempting to kill Potter. You know I let a troll into the castle trying to get to you, but Snape stopped it before it got anywhere. He caught onto me as well, but much later than you did. Ah but I assume you wonder why I'm here. You see this mirror in front of me. It's got a big fancy name that has absolutely no meaning so I'll spare you the time of hearing it. Anyway, it's got a stone that can give my master a body of his own. Harry I need you to get something for me from it. I NEED THE SORCERER'S STONE! " Quirrel screamed.
" First of all, who is your master? And second of all, no! " Harry stated with a cocky smirk.
" YOU DARE DEFY LORD VOLDEMORT, YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE!" Quirrell yelled. As he brought out his wand. Harry pulled out his plasma blade and deflected the curse Quirrell sent at him. " AHA! So you are a magic wielder AND you have a blade, well, it takes two to duel so let's get at it!." Quirrell pulled a plasma blade and ignited it. Harry gasped, it was blood red. Quirrell sprinted at Harry, and lunged straight at Harry. This effectively forced Harry to go on the defensive. Harry was quite lucky Dumbledore taught him more defense techniques then offense techniques. Quirrell took a step back " I don't believe I showed you my master now have I boy " Quirrell spat as he unwrapped his head wrap.
" Ah I'm free! " A raspy voice stated.
" MEET MY MASTER, LORD VOLDEMORT KILLER OF YOUR PARENTS HARRY POTTER! " Quirrell stated with a sneer. Once again he lunged at Harry. The sounds of Plasma blades locking was all that could be heard, along with the occasional comment of " kill him, kill the boy" From the back of Quirrell's head.
Harry was quickly becoming tired. He was definitely holding his own against Quirrell, but Quirrell was much stronger and had more stamina. The blades ones again clashed. The room as very hot. Harry was sweating between the fire that surrounded them, effectively blocking him from checking in his friends, and the intense physical activity. Quirrell was back to lunging at Harry. Harry could tell that Quirrell had many openings, and that he was generally off-balance with his strikes. ' Quirrell probably hasn't had too much practice with a blade ' Harry thought to himself. Harry then began to wonder if the blade was even his. In this moment of lack of concentration, Quirrell tripped Harry. Harry's blade rolled away from him. At that moment, Quirrell's blade turned black, as he prepared to kill Harry. Harry summoned his blade and quickly ignited it, effectively parrying the blow. Harry pushed Quirrell away, and both of their blades rolled away. Harry felt the exhaustion of the battle taking its toll on him. Quirrell ran at him in a rage so powerful that Harry was sure even normal witches and wizards could feel it. Quirrell grabbed Harry by the throat, but suddenly screamed as his hand were burned by… Harry wasn't exactly sure what was burning Quirrell, but he crumble into ash as a spirit flew around. Harry began to collapse from exhaustion. The Sorcerer's Stone fell out of Harry's pocket, and the spirit flew to grab it. Harry summoned his blade once more in a last ditch effort, and slashed tiredly at the spirit, as Harry faded into unconsciousness he saw Dumbledore rush in and ignite his own blade. Harry then passed out.
Harry woke up in the infirmary. He was alone with a little candy at the end of his bed. He suddenly got up wondering about his friends. They weren't anywhere in the infirmary. He started to panic, did Quirrell kill them? If not what happened?
" Harry my boy! Sit down, there is much we must discuss. First of all, I heard from Daphne and Neville about your swordsmanship, and I must say, even though Quirrell wasn't a true magic wielder, you fought bravely and quite well apparently. Anyway, I also heard about how you suspected Quirrell, and I must say, I didn't even suspect him. But also Harry, you got the Sorcerer's stone. Do you know what it is? " Harry shook his head at this. " The sorcerer's stone is basically something that could've given Voldemort a new body, and he would've been nearly invincible. The only thing that could've killed him was you Harry. Because of your mother's sacrifice, she has provided protections stronger than any other form of magic. Voldemort can't touch you until you turn 17. But I didn't come here just to talk about that. There was something I should've told you about as soon as I started training you, however I spared you the knowledge because of your naivety, but we both know that there is a reason everything is happening like this. There is a prophecy, foretold of a boy who'd eventually rid the world of darkness, and bring peace and balance. I know it by heart because… I… I was there when the prophecy was made. It goes along the lines of ' The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the dark lord know not… And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives… ' When this prophecy was originally made, there two boys who it could've referred to, yourself and one of your friends, Neville Longbottom. However, in his foolishness, Voldemort assumed the prophecy was about you, and sought you out, killed your parents, and eventually met his demise at your hand, however now… Now we know he's not dead, but he also doesn't have a body, so for now we're protected, but in the meantime, train, we must. You'll need to gain the strength that the dark lord has gained from over 50 years over experiences… " Dumbledore stated trailing off. " I don't believe that knowledge of your deeds have reached the ears of the students. I think we'll keep it this way until the end of the year. That way you aren't bothered too much. You've done good my boy, get some rest." Dumbledore turned to leave.
" Professor!" Harry yelled a bit louder than necessary. " Are my friends alright?" Harry asked trying to keep his increasing fear out of his voice.
" Learn to let go over your fear of losing people Harry. Things will play out as the play out. Fear will lead you down a dark path. It is okay to harness your emotions when necessary, for example, when trying to cast a patronus charm, an extremely happy memory is needed. But do not start carelessly using emotions, because they lead to fear. " Dumbledore said. " I've felt the conflict within you over trying to listen to the code always… Learn to let go of everything and embrace the magic around you. It will give you everything you need." With that, Dumbledore left.
Harry slept for the rest of the day, having magic visions from time to time. The main one he had was of Daphne dying in some sort of brutal way, and he couldn't figure out what it was. Another was of himself. He went around and slaughtered all the wizards in sight. The last wizard standing was Neville. He saw himself ignite his blade and slaughter Neville heartlessly and then he turned toward Daphne who was standing in front the rest of his newly made friends and she looked to be begging him to not kill them. He held up his hand in a fist and looked to be choking her, then, he made her fly to the side and he went ahead to kill the rest of them. He sat up crying, he had tears pouring down his cheeks. ' I can't let this happen ever!' He thought to himself.
" Harry my goodness you're a mess!" Daphne said as she, Neville, Ron, Hermione, Hannah, Susan, Luna, Ginny, and a girl with black hair and slytherin robes. Harry quickly wiped away his tears, but he couldn't look up to them. Daphne shared a look among all of his friends.
" You okay mate?" Ron said to Harry as he stared at the boy. Harry just shook his head. " Well you should be, the rumors going around are great! They think you're the next Dark Wizard! My best mate is the next Dark Wizard! Ah the buffoons that attend our school." Ron trailed off as he shared a laugh among the friends. Harry looked up giving them all a dirty look.
" Madam Pomfrey! Can I go to breakfast?" Harry yelled.
" Of course dear just come back afterwards!" She shouted back. With that, Harry went to breakfast with his friends. He truly enjoyed breakfast as they all sat together at the Ravenclaw table.
" 5 points to all of you for mingling with other houses." Professor McGonagall said with a smile. They all just looked at each other, smiled, and then broke into laughter as they enjoyed breakfast. After the meal, Harry walked back alone to the infirmary, his thoughts coming back to his nightmares he was having. He was truly scared.
" Honey I'm gonna check you up and if you're better you can leave. " Madam Pomfrey said as she led Harry to his bed. She gave him a check-up and he felt good throughout it. " You're good to go!" With that, Harry walked off and he walked into the common room, only to receive a hero's welcome.
" Harry you'll be back for cup championship against Slytherin!" Wood yelled as he and the Weasley twins danced around. Harry just smiled and shook his head as he got ready for class.
Harry had a great time even if his classes were boring. He felt great until the day of the Quidditch championship. When he woke up, he was nervous already. He changed into his Quidditch uniform and walked down. He took his place between Daphne and Neville. He leaned over to Daphne and said " I'm so nervous, I'm not even hungry."
" You'll be fine, you always are!" Daphne said quietly to him. Harry was just reassured by her presence. He had to leave early to get ready for the match. He met up with Wood and they walked down to the locker rooms.
" Slytherin's seeker got 'sick' and can't play today. And guess who's the backup?" Wood stated. Harry shrugged his shoulders. " Malfoy!" Wood nearly yelled it. Harry had no doubt Malfoy paid someone to be here right now. Harry walked down into the locker room and sat down. He didn't pay attention while Wood gave his famous boring pep talks. He was too nervous to care.
" Harry you coming?" Wood said as the team walked out towards the pitch.
" Uh yeah.. Errr Umm yeah sorry…" Harry said awkwardly as his grip on his Nimbus increased. Harry got there as they started calling out the names.
" Number 1, Oliver Wood! Captain and Keeper! Number 2, Fred Weasley, Beater! Number 3, George Weasley, Beater! Number 4, Angelina Johnson, Chaser! Number 5, Alicia Spinnet, Chaser! Number 6, Katie Bell, Chaser! And last but definitely not least, the superstar seeker with a future as a Dark Wizard, Number 7, Harry Potter!" Quite a few people laughed at this last introduction but Harry just shook his head and started his warm-ups.
" Let's line-up lads!" Madam Hooch yelled. Harry lined up slightly higher than everyone else. She whistled and everyone was off. Harry just rose up and looked around for the snitch. He watched as Angelina flew across the field with the quaffle. She threw it towards one of the hoops, but the Slytherin keeper blocked it. This happened many times, with Katie and Alicia both also shooting and it getting blocked. The Slytherin Chasers were totally incompetent. Harry suddenly senses a bludger flying towards him. He dodged to the left, but a golden glint caught his eye. He raced towards it, as Malfoy bumped into him.
" Potter… disgusting you know! I saw you've been hanging out with the blood traitors and mudbloods recently." Malfoy said as he flew up suddenly. Harry sighed in relief, he hadn't seen the snitch. But there was that word again. He'd been having force visions where a snake told him to harness the power of the purebloods and kill the mudbloods.
" The score is miraculously still 0-0!" Lee Jordan said in his own miraculous tone. This relieved Harry as he swooped down still following the snitch. " It seems Potter's seen the snitch!" Harry reached out nearly grabbing the snitch as he flew over the Hufflepuff stands. He saw Hannah and Susan in the front row giving him a thumbs up and screaming something intangible. He reached out once more noting that Draco was behind him. The snitch suddenly dropped and so did Harry, as he started to spin. Harry grabbed the snitch and pulled up out of the dive using the spin as momentum and held up the snitch as everyone yelled around him. He had never felt so happy as he did here, other than when he saw that Daphne and Neville were okay.
Before he knew it, they were at the end of the year feast. Harry knew that Gryffindor was far behind Slytherin in house points and even with the Quidditch cup when added, it wouldn't be enough. However, he was surprised when before the Slytherins were crowned champions, Dumbledore came up and began to give a speech.
" It takes quite a lot to stand up to your superiors when you know they're doing something wrong, so I want to recognize a few of your peers who did this even if they broke a few rules in the process. First of all, to Neville Longbottom, for using a general knowledge of the things around him to help keep his friends from dying, I award 50 points. To Daphne Greengrass, I award 25 points for not letting people get away with things that you feel are wrong, and for being accepting of all. And lastly, I award 100 points, to a young boy who had the courage to stick up for his friends and loved ones even when the going got tough and he was totally outmatched. He never gave up, even when he was fighting for his life. I award 100 points to Harry Potter for saving the life of everyone in this school. And with that I announce Gryffindor as the House cup champions!" Everyone picked Harry and Neville up and parades them up to the common room and regarded them as heroes. Harry had a great time and hated when morning came and they had to get on the train back to London.
As he got on the train, he couldn't find any of his friends so he sat in a carriage alone, not caring because he was tired. He was woken up by an angry Ron with Neville behind him. " Why didn't you come to our carriage?" Ron nearly yelled.
" I err… I couldn't find you and I was tired?" Harry stated almost making excuses for himself. Ron just shook his head and motioned for Harry to follow him. Harry followed and was led into a carriage of angry girls and suddenly regretted following Ron. " Screw you mate… I'm screwed because of you!" Harry said as he turned toward Ron, but Daphne and Tracey pulled him in. " So let me sit down first…" Harry said trying to give himself time to think of a reasonable excuse.
" No you snooze you lose! There isn't anymore room on the seats!" Ginny said to him. Hermione and Luna flashed him apologetic looks as he sat on the ground. " So why exactly did you skip sitting with us?" Ginny said with a fake sneer pretending she was angry with him.
" I err… um… I couldn't find you so I just err… went to sleep?" Harry couldn't even believe that lie. He instantly regretted not looking a little harder as Daphne gave him an angry look.
" You know, I think you like to put your life on the line." Daphne stated before giving him a hard right hook into the stomach and then giving him a hug. "But I can't stay angry with you." She stated with a laugh, and they all went back and laughed it up like they had been friends forever. When the ride came to an end, Harry dreaded going back to his relatives. As they got off the train he gave each of his friends a hug, minus Ron and Neville, opting for a handshake and a bro hug before sulking over to his relatives feeling angry with the fact that he had to go back to this hellhole. But he always had the hope that Hogwarts provided him, a hope that he never had before… A New Hope!
And ROLLLLLLL Credits
This didn't take me as long as I thought it would. I wrote the first part a while ago, so I'm sorry if it isn't great. I'm also looking for a co-writer and a beta reader. I may be a grammar nazi and a perfectionist but I make mistakes, much to my chagrin and I'll need help… And I need someone to bounce ideas off of. If you didn't pick it up, Ginny and Luna are a year ahead I believe, but there's a reason I did that, and it'll be eventually revealed. I've decided that the Triwizard tournament will be the climax of the story. I think it'll be the 4th year still but the story will become drastically different in the next year. Furthermore, I'd like all reviewers to say whether they think Harry should become good or evil. It'll also become much longer because A.) I'm cramming the events of 2 years into one, and B.) the events will be different and the relationships will be of the utmost importance in the future. On a similar note, first years start at the age of 14 ( like they're starting high school in America) But that's not the reason. Send me a DM/PM if you're interested in the jobs as Co-writer or Beta Reader. Have a great new year! See ya with the next installment!