Disclaimer
I'll let you judge whether I wrote the Harry Potter series or not by the quality of my writing. In the extreme case that you're still not sure, I'll also tell you that I'm male. Take what meaning you desire out of it.
Author's Note
The most important thing that I have to say is that this story idea is not originally mine. The first 5 chapters are by creative reader (ID 615456) and are posted as written bar a few quick spelling errors I corrected through skimming. The original story is titled Immortality, it's yours and is story id 1953079.
Creative reader expressed that he did not wish to continue his wonderful story as it would mean rewriting the sections that a computer virus (drat those little buggers) deleted. I've emailed him and asked for and received permission to continue the story in any direction that I would like as long as Harry and Fiora eventually go to Hogwarts. My continuation of the story starts after chapter 5 in which we are left at a horrible cliffhanger.
As a brief warning, I have not attempted to compose fanfiction prior to this. I'm not worried about my grammar, but I hope to develop a distinct writing style and hope that I do not disappoint you readers. The first few chapters may seem substandard, but this will help me improve. I tend to dislike the term "constructive criticism." How much different is "Your writing sucks" than "I liked the part about the bears, but your writing sucks?" Therefore, I would appreciate it if you guys would provide a helpful evaluation of my writing. Praise is great, but I especially appreciate tips to help me write better.
Whoo, if you read all of that, congrats – I would've just skimmed over it to get to the story. So without further ado, I'll present to you what I sincerely hope is up to the standards creative reader set and up to your expectations.
Chapter One
A New Beginning
Written by creative reader
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. If you want to seek the owner, seek J.K
Rowling.
A/N: Hi guys and gals, Creative reader is back again from a long period of aimless living.
First
of all, I have a sad announcement to make. My first fic,
Harry Potter, the
Dark
lord>> will be on hold for a period of time. Sorry to disappoint
everyone.
However, I have some good news (hopefully) for everyone. I have decided to write
a
new fic, entitled The Half-blood Prince>>. Does
this title sound familiar?
Well,
just to inform those who don't know, Harry Potter and
the half-blood
prince>> is the OFFICIAL title of the sixth book.
Well, one day I was surfing the net reading the newest fiction. Suddenly this
popped
up in my mind. It was just simply waiting for me to write. So I've
decided
give up my
current fic for a moment (hopefully not too long) and start writing this
AU version of Half-blood prince. This will officially be an AU piece.
Another
piece of news is that I've got a beta-reader called Astral- projector.
Feel
free to check
up his bio but I think he hasn't got anything written up for now. He
shall be there to assist me in what he calls my "horrible grammar".
Personally
I don't really care about grammar but never mind. Having a beta-reader
correct my mistakes seem quite cool.
SUMMARY:
An immortal adopted Harry Potter just as he was about to be killed by Voldemort in Godric Hollow. From that moment, young Harry's life will be affected tremendously.
Chapter 1 A new beginning
There exists a kingdom unknown to mortals. Hidden craftily in another dimension, no human had ever taken a step into it. It was called the immortal kingdom. The Great One, ruler of all immortals, ruled the kingdom. He had authority over the many worlds in which the immortals governed. Worlds, which included the human world. He was a wise leader and had great power.
Immortals had unlimited life and they could live on forever and ever. They were like humans in many ways. Feelings such as love and hatred were part of them essentially. Of course, they had other bodily needs too. Immortals bred among themselves as a result the population was kept to the minimum.
Worlds, no one knew the exact numbers, only the Great One knew about it. In each world there were different civilizations, however, we shall not dwell into all of them. We shall focus only on one. The human world.
The human world was one of the most interesting topics among the immortals. The immortal named Myron governed it. He was one of the most eccentric immortals to ever to live. He followed no normal orders issued by the elders, except for special ones, and reported only to the Great One. As a result the female immortals flocked over to him; however, he was indifferent and cared only about looking after his world. He was a self- acclaimed bachelor and refused to associate with anyone of the opposite sex. He showed no expression and cared for no one. As a result, he was nick named "Cold-blood".
Of course there are opposites of everything. Likewise if there is good there will always be evil. The Dark Lord ruled the kingdom of the dead with an iron fist. He was the younger brother of the Great One and had always hoped to usurp the throne. The Dark Lord ruled over the dead and he reported only to the Great One. In the last rebellion, he was subdued and was about to be sentenced to immortal death, however, the Great One could not bear to see his younger brother die. As a result the Dark Lord was spared. Instead of feeling grateful, the Dark Lord had turned bitter and swore revenge.
Very soon a great rebellion would be taking place...
Myron was in his palace observing the going-on of his world. He was proud to say that he had managed it rather well for the many centuries. He was stroking his beard and looking into the portal carefully. He had learnt from many incidents that accidents could happen just like the last time that idiotic Hitler guy massacred over 6 million of Jews. It was a mistake on his part and the Kingdom of the Dead had a good time gloating at him.
He considered himself rather charming yet he refused to use them. After all, he intended to be a bachelor, making himself free from responsibilities unlike his other friends who had children swamping all over. His goal was to manage his world well, be an elder and just live happily. He had no family members perhaps only his brother, a banished immortal. Muggles, he thought, would never have guessed that their Father of Magic, Merlin, was actually a half-immortal.
Deciding it was time to go incognito again into his world; he donned on his robes and simply disappeared. Landing on the streets of a country named Britain; he walked about observing humans and their way of life. Sometimes he wondered what the difference between immortals and humans was. The only difference he could find was that immortals lived forever, which could sometimes be a torture.
He was roaming around aimlessly and was about to return to his palace for the monthly immortal conference when he suddenly felt a great call for help.
Feeling surprised, (no human had ever been able to call him), he followed the source of the voice. Appearing at a house which was nearly in ruins, he walked closer and continued following the mysterious voice.
He was surprised to see the caller was a female. She was dressed in expensive wizard dress robes, which was splattered with blood and grime. Holding a baby, she was guarding the infant tenderly and raising a wand at a stranger.
It was then Myron noticed the stranger.
He was dressed in royal black robes and had a hood over his head. Despite that, it did not hide his identity. Myron recognized him as Voldemort, a dark wizard. He was surprised to feel the Dark Lord's aura emanating from him. Naturally as an immortal whose world had many deaths, Myron had the "honour" of meeting the Dark Lord umpteen times. Yet what shocked him the most was the woman.
She was emanating an aura, which was so familiar to Myron. It was just like Merlin's... No! It was Merlin's! He suddenly realised that the woman, Lily Potter, was actually a descendent of the half-immortal Merlin. Before he could do anything to interfere, the killing curse was cast at the infant, the woman simply protected the baby with her body and she fell.
Myron was furious; the bastard had killed a member of his family. He was tempted to just finish off Voldemort; however, he kept himself in control. After all he had trained himself during the many years of his immortal hood to keep his feelings in control.
Voldemort was approaching the tiny infant, Harry Potter. His wand was raised and he was about to cast the deadly death curse. Myron could not interfere with that and he looked on helplessly pleading that the Great One could help him. He wondered why the elders had insisted on letting Harry die. Didn't they know that this infant had immortal blood? He was technically half an immortal. Half-blood...
Years of training simply broke down as he released a tear. Voldemort was mocking the infant, "So it ends today little Harry. The prophecy shall be fulfilled and you shall die. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Myron watched helplessly as the death curse headed towards the little infant. The bright green light reeked of vileness and darkness. Myron was sickened at the thought of Harry getting killed by the monster. At that moment, he decided to interfere...
However, before he could do anything, a thunderbolt struck down on the deathly curse. The curse simply fizzled out. Both men's mouths opened fully and their expressions were full of surprise and surprisingly fear...
Before Voldemort could react, another thunderbolt struck down again. If it was not for his quick reflexes, he would have turned into ashes. The thunderbolts were full of immense power which he had never encountered before. Suddenly a bright thunderbolt struck down again from the sky piercing through the ruined roof top. Voldemort knew he could not avoid that bolt and quickly cast a shield charm.
Voldemort, self-proclaimed dark lord, had always prided upon his enormous magical reserves. The only man he feared was Albus Dumbledore and yet they were both almost equally matched in magical abilities. Yet today was different, no wizard had ever passed his shield spell before. Even though Dumbledore managed it, it took a lot of effort and time.
The thunderbolt simply passed through the powerful shield charm and struck on Voldemort directly.
Pain, enormous pain, pain that no normal mortal could withstand. Voldemort was screaming for the first time in over four decades. The force of the thunderbolt was so enormous that every single piece of furniture near the blast had turned into smithereens. Meanwhile, Voldemort was still trying to get up. However, the thunderbolt simply kept him sprawled on the dusty ground. The pain was impossible to tolerate. During his training, Voldemort had endured many curses including cruciatus, yet this was different. The thunderbolt was considered Zeus' trademark; it was used to strike at mortals who offended the God. The same thunderbolt was currently torturing the dark lord. Voldemort wanted to simply die; death was after all more welcoming than the horrible pain.
Myron was thunderstruck (pardon the pun). It was amazing; the powers which Harry held was as comparable to a weak immortal, considering that the immortal had to undergo many years of training. Yet an infant held that much power. It was incredible and unbelievable. Harry would turn into a fearsome opponent when he grew up.
Myron ignored the suffering man and walked closer to the infant. It was as if Harry knew who Myron was, no thunderbolt struck down on him. He walked closer and glanced at the infant. He noticed a red bloody scar on young Harry's forehead. Trying to touch it, he moved his hand closer and was alarmed to feel him hand stunned by electricity. The infant was indeed capable of defending himself. Convincing that he was on the good side, he was finally allowed to touch Harry. Conjuring a clean handkerchief, he tenderly cleaned up the wound. With a wave of his hand, the thunderbolt currently inflicted on the Voldemort disappeared.
Voldemort was paralysed from top to bottom. He was feeling weak and was retching horribly. He felt spasms and the after effects of the thunderbolt were devastating. He was charred black, if not for the many rituals he had endured, he would have probably lost his life. Godric Hollow was totally destroyed; the entire roof top was destroyed by the thunderbolts and a fire had started burning everything in its sight.
Myron looked at his surroundings and let out an audible sigh. He was at a cross road; for once in his life, he did not know what to do. Deciding that it was time to consult the Great One, he picked up the infant tenderly.
Young Harry apparently did not know what he had caused and he playfully nibbled on Myron's finger. He did not know that his future had changed drastically...
A bright light appeared in Godric Hollow, muggle-households experienced a minor blackout, and no trace of anyone was left in Godric Hollow, leaving only a charred black Voldemort sprawled on the ground.
What Myron did not know was that the Dark Lord had plans, which was about to begin...
A black force came out of Voldemort; it fizzled out for a moment and disappeared.
The master had called his servant...
