To a New Life Beyond
Ahh…another story that I wrote during my drought of writer's block; that and the fact that this little plot has been on my mind for quite a while now. I'm hoping that this story will be unique since I haven't read any story like it during the time I've been on Soooo, I hope u guys lyk it!
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
"Parseltongue"
"Mental speech"
/a different language/
-Demon speech-
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Chapter One
The once peaceful grounds of Hogwarts were now ravaged by various spells, foot prints and dead bodies as the Final Battle commenced on its grounds. Hogwarts herself was now falling apart slightly as many of its towers had fallen by strong 'Dark' spells.
In the midst of all this chaos were two figures that took no notice of the battles around them. One was dead to the world as his black cloak covered his ashes; the other was alive but tired, panting harshly from the battle. The young man was small for his age yet his stature showed wisdom and power beyond his years.
His long steel grey hair, with bangs on either side of his face; tied in a low ponytail, gleamed ice blue in the fires around him. A piece of cloth just a shade darker than his hair covered his eyes, showing the world that he was blind; but not how and when it had happened. He wore a trench coat and black pants made from basilisk skin, dark midnight blue dragon hide boots, a deep blood red sleeveless shirt made from the fur of his demonic ancestor, the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, which was willingly donated and fingerless gloves woven by the fur donated by his own demon familiar, Kirara, a two-tailed demon cat.
In his hand was a staff, which acted as both a conduit for his power and a navigator, made from the wood of a sacred and blessed rowan tree from a Japanese temple and the bones of an Imperial Chinese Dragon with the core of a basilisk's fang, the tail feather of his own 'Dark' phoenix, hair from Kirara and his own blood.
The man felt around for Kirara and was rewarded by her warm fur and a lick at the tips of his fingers. Another presence announced itself by using him as a landing pad and the gentle cooing of phoenix song.
A small smile curled at the edge of his mouth as he scratched Kirara behind the ear. "Nice to know that you're both watching my back, Kirara, Artix," murmured Harry warmly to his two familiars. Kirara purred as Artix nipped his ear affectionately. Harry continued to pet the larger form of Kirara as he waited for Dumbledore to come closer. Once the Headmaster was close enough, Harry spoke up.
"Headmaster," greeted Harry without turning. "So nice to see you on this wonderful day." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at his comment but smiled genially nonetheless. "It is in a way my boy," replied Dumbledore cheerfully with his grandfather façade on. Harry smirked as he turned to face the man he once thought of as a grandfather.
"So that you can kill me right?" queried Harry with a childish tone and a curious tilt of his head as Dumbledore froze and paled dramatically.
"Oh I know all about your plan Dumbledore," hissed Harry coldly as Kirara growled deeply in her throat and bared her sharp teeth and Artix gave a shrill warning cry that many flinched at, including Dumbledore. "Send me to the ever abusive Dursleys' so that I would attach myself to the first person to show me kindness, shove me into a few life-endangering 'adventures' to test me, then, once I'm all 'trained' up, send me off to my merry way to kill dear old Tom and after I kill him, you kill me and get all the credit for destroying the 'Dark Lord'. You do know that the 'Taking-Over-The–World' plan is very old school and very unoriginal right?"
Dumbledore slowly went for his wand but it flew from his grasp and into Harry's open hand. "You really don't want to do that," said Harry coldly as blue fire appeared in his palm and turned it to fine ash. "Next time you attack, I'll turn you to ash. And since I don't feel like being hunted like a wild beast, I think I'll be leaving. So I'll just adieu and hope you like life after the war."
With that said, Harry started to chant in the demon tongue as Artix made a wall of fire to stop anyone from stopping Harry from completing the spell. A glowing runic circle appeared beneath him as Harry raised his staff and slammed it into the ground. Artix let the firewall fall as a bright light engulfed them all and they disappeared silently.
The battlefield fell silent as they stared at the place where their Saviour once stood, only to be replaced by a large marble tower. There was an engraving on it as they all went near it. Light and Dark alike went towards the statue and read what it said.
Life is what we make it, not others.
Darkness can not live without the Light;
Light can not live without the Darkness.
To destroy one would be to destroy the balance
For both sides to live in peace;
They must accept each other
And know that there is no such division
Only power, and with great power
Comes great responsibility
The day after the appearance of the monolith, which had created the peace between the two sides and had created a new Wizarding World, the autobiography of Harry James Potter was released by Gringotts as per the instructions of Harry's Will. Many rushed for the books so that they could learn more of their Saviour. And learn more they did.
When they read the book, they were horrified beyond belief at what they read and both Light and Dark factions of the Wizarding World marched to Hogwarts. Dumbledore, Fudge and Umbridge were put on trial for their offences against the Boy-Who-Lived. Evidence was supplied by Harry's Pensieve and his moving portrait by the orders of his will, executed by his lawyer Blood Fang from Gringotts.
All three were sentenced to life in Azkaban for the charges of indirect child abuse- mentally, physically and psychologically, endangering students in a public area, attempted murder, murder, withholding crucial information from the public, goal of an innocent without trial, causing the start of a war, child abuse, sending a child back to an unsafe home environment knowingly, the use of a Blood Quill on thirty minors and starting a civil war between two factions of magic.
Harry's portrait was placed in the Headmasters office where future headmasters would question him on where his corporeal self went, only to receive a secretive smile in return before the topic was subtly changed. Fawkes found it all amusing and would tell the portrait Harry so each and every time.
Where Harry went was kept a secret that only he and Fawkes knew as the time flew by and generation after generation of wizards and witches passed through the halls of Hogwarts.
Only the real Harry himself knows where he is; and so his story begins…
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To be continued…
Maybe I should have changed da ending…;; oh well. What's done is done. Hope u guys lyk it! And I'll update as soon as I can…mayb within two wks at least. Until then, ja ne!