The Pain of Freedom: Part 1 of the Empowered
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the original characters and the concept; all the HP characters belong to JK Rowling.
Prologue
Harry looked down on the pale man, deep in a healing sleep. He laid his hand on his forehead gently and sent his power through the man's weakened body once more to heal any remaining injuries he had. As he withdrew, satisfied with the results, the irony on the situation struck and he smiled slightly. It was a sad empty expression that didn't reach his weary eyes.
Of all the people who had been killed or injured during the short second war against Voldemort it had been Severus Snape who was the trigger that ended the Dark Lords reign for good. In many strong wizards it was quite for them to come into the bulk of their power in there early twenties, when their control was secure on their magic. It had been so with Harry, although he had gone through him Empowerment, as it was called, at the unheard-of age of 15. Even Merlin had been 21 when he had been Empowered. Harry was suddenly the youngest and most powerful being ever to exist and it was unlikely, in the minds of most including Albus Dumbledore, that there would ever be a power to match his. No-one but Harry truly knew the extent of his
power and abilities.
In his newly empowered state Harry had felt and seen the moment when Voldemort began his torture of Severus, a punishment with the discovery of his treachery. All it had taken to provoke Harry into a mindless rage was the first indication of pain from Severus and, in a single flick of magic that had been felt by the entire wizarding and muggle worlds; he had wiped out Voldemort and all of his supporters.
Harry reached out once more and stroked his fingertips briefly over the unconscious wizard's forehead before letting his hand fall limply to his side and forcing himself to turn and leave the room to join the Order members and his friends. They all knew that something was about happen; Harry could hear their thoughts and feel their worry before he even entered the room in which they were situated. He knew that Dumbledore at least had an inkling of his intentions, even though he hadn't intruded on his deeper thoughts. He could see it in the twinkle that was ominously absent from those suddenly saddened eyes.
An ache built in Harry's chest. Voldemort, the dark lord, was defeated, the threat was gone. Harry Potter, a 15 year old, was truly all powerful. And Severus Snape, former Death Eater, all around git, who hated Harry as much, if not more so, than he had ever hated his father, was his soul mate.
TBC
Author's Note: I'll probably update this pretty quickly, since I've got most of it already written. Please, please review. This is my first fanfic so don't be too harsh, but tell me if it's really bad. I know this first chappy is short but the others should be longer. Cya, Seraph Jamion