A/N: This is a new story that I have been working on, it's been in my head for a while now and I though I'd give it ago and attempt to turn it in to a story. This is obviously an alternate setting. I'm trying to keep the characters in the relative vicinity of being in character, but maybe some situations they may veer to the left a little to accomodate the story, but hey this is fanfiction after all. I have also changed the time frame. I kept Tom's birthday and everything else the same as in the canon, but I changed the date of the war and everyone else's birthdays and what not up by 10 years. So 1998 for the battle is now 2008. Hermione's birthday now 1989 instead of 1979 etc…
I do not own Harry Potter!
After a review saying it was difficult to read because of POV changes. I quickly adjusted some of the paragraphs to accommodate said reviewer. I was experimenting with how I write, so sorry If anybody else thought the same!
Chapter One: Reawakening
Somewhere in the Cairngorms National Park Scotland around midnight
1st May, 2008 Beltane
"Fucking Potter".
This was utterly ridiculous how did he manage to find all my Horcruxes(?), Nagini being the only one left. That old coot Dumbledore, meddling into my personal business, if he just left fucking well alone. To some degree I understood this had completely spun out of my control, following those stupid pure-blooded inbred twats was a mistake. But power….if I wanted power, then I had to seize it any way I could get it. How else was a poor half-blood orphan without two knuts to his name in the 40's get respect and power? Even being the heir to Sytherin, only pulled so much weight. At the end of the day, I would have been dropped like a dead weight. No connections to get in the Ministry I would have been stuck in retail. Eww retail.
I trudged along the Quoich Water until I found a circular grouping of trees that would be perfect for this particular spell. This was the last ditch effort in case I didn't survive the Battle tomorrow. I could feel my strength waning from the loss of the soul fragments, I was barely hanging on, not that I would admit such a weakness out loud. It was preposterous to think about!
I found this spell a few years ago on travels, where some how I ended up in Mongolia of all places. However, in these often 'rustic' isolated places, you often found obscure magic. This old wizarding town if you could even call it that, next to a Muggle village called Tsagaan-Ovoo, in North East Mongolia, had an old priestess or medicine woman, these people adhered to the old ways….she was somewhat reluctant to let me read the text she had. Of course, I glamoured myself, there was no way I would be able to glean any information if I had scared the locals. Not that I cared but, fear isn't always the best way to get information. Plus, I would have stood out too much, with the serpentine look.
I was researching soul magic and stumbled across this by pure accident. It intrigued me to say the least. I made a copy of it in my diary, in hind sight I was glad I did. As this was the only viable option I had. I almost wished I hadn't split my soul in to seven pieces, what a stupid thing to do. Having very little soul severely limited my options. My younger self was a fool, I sighed as I trudged on, until I found a small clearing amongst the trees.
I pulled out a small bag and a small trunk from my pocket and enlarged them to normal size with a flick of my wand. I needed to set up this spell carefully, I pulled out my diary and flicked to the correct pages. Naturally, I had to use a translation spell of my design, because while I have a knack for languages, a primitive form of Mongolian I do not.
Reawakening of the Soul
Ingredients
Unicorn Blood 5 even drops
3 leaves of sage slightly burnt
3 drops of your own blood
2 rhodiola rosea flowers
5 Schizandra berries crushed
2 Cordyceps fungus pounded into a fine powder
1 human sacrifice
I love how they just added in casually at the end about needing a human sacrifice. These ingredients took about a year to procure, the unicorn blood obviously being the hardest one to get, without people being suspicious.
Place all ingredients in a copper bowl, set aside. Draw a salt circle circumference wide enough to contain you and your sacrifice, then divide into quadrants, each one representing the elements. Using four black candles situate them where the lines touch the circle. Light them. Put the copper bowl in the middle of the of the circle on the cross section.
Put your sacrifice while still alive in the earth quadrant since that is where you are drawing the power of the spell from.
Chant three times, while the sacrifice is bleeding out (slit throat before beginning spell- be quick!). Kneel on ground hands in potion.
dakhin bolovsruulj baina
Ükhliin khöshigiig örgö
Delkhiig ergüülen avakh
sünsnii saaraltaas
dakhin törökhiig duudakh
Minii biye, setgeliig sergeedeg
(Reawakening,
Lift the veil of death,
Re-enter the world
From spirit stasis
summon rebirth
Reawaken my soul and body)
You are offering part of your life essence in conjunction with the sacrifice. You will be drawn back out of the veil on Samhain of the same year. Can be performed on Litha for rebirth at Yule but performed on Beltane/ Samhain while the veil is at its thinnest.
I went about setting up for his ritual, I had to hurry along, getting out to this isolated spot took much longer than I had initially anticipated. I sighed, that thought pretty much summed up my life so far- "well that didn't go according to plan". If this ritual worked this would be his third resurrection. Third, for fuck sake, there was never even supposed to be one!
My only worry about this ritual was whether I would have enough life essence for this to even work. Taking my less than appealing features into account was I less human? Especially with almost no soul, did I even count as a Homo Sapien anymore? Well it was worth a try, at this point I didn't have much to lose. I also realised that this would weaken me for the final battle with Potter- a child. What circle of Hell had his life come to, that he had to seriously worry about duelling a child?
Pathetic is what it was.
He flipped open the truck and sneered down at the piece of muggle filth he brought for this ritual. He was a muggle paedophile, that he had tracked for a week before stunning the scum and stuffing him in the trunk. He has a stasis spell on the male, so the bastard stayed alive and healthy for the spell- because he didn't want to deal with a sickly muggle, you know not feeding them and wallowing in their own filth and all that. If people could see him now, I'm not as bad as everything thinks I am he thought. Even I have standards and morals I adhere to. I think child rapists and rapists in general whether they are muggle or wizard are pieces of scum that should be exterminated. He let rumours fly because some were so outlandish that they perpetuated the fear, but now they have somewhat damaged his reputation. No doubt Dumbledore was biased, even when he was in school, he automatically thought the worst. Prick.
He levitated the man out of the trunk and dropped him hard on the head in the earth quadrant. He settled on the ground in front of the bowl, and wandlessly lit the candles. He levitated his diary in front of him so he could read the words just in case he needed to recheck the wording. He flicked his wrist again and had little balls of light hovering around the circle so he could see. It was absolutely pitch black out here and a few candles weren't going to do much. He reread the ritual through once more to check he had everything set and ready, he just needed to kill the muggle and chant. One more flick and he silently sent a slicing hex towards the unconscious man instead of the throat he sliced his genitalia off- a befitting punishment for his disgusting crimes.
Once completed, he cleaned up. Left the muggle man where he was- no one would miss him, and he once began the long trek to where he would apparate from. He took the time to once again think back through his life. This time, this third time if he were to die tomorrow, he would not squander the opportunity, he would do things much differently.
The next day….. Battle of Hogwarts
Well to say things went as planned…well it didn't. He knew as soon as the spells collided, that this would be the end, he felt it in his bones. He was ready to accept this death and come back through the veil on Samhain. He just had to believe it would work
7 months later… The Death Chamber
Midnight on Samhain the Veil shimmered in the Death Chamber which resided deep within the Department of Mysteries. A man stumbled through the archway, naked as the day he was born.
Well for once he thought "that went as planned". He patted himself down to make sure everything was there and functioning. Now he just needed to escape the Ministry and he could apparate straight to his flat that he had set up in case this very moment occurred. He quietly made his way towards the exit or entry depending on how you looked at this very moment. He disillusioned himself, wandlessly and non-verbally, good to know his magic is still strong. He found a lone sentry stationed not too far down the corridor. He checked to see if anyone else was in the immediate vicinity, no one was. He stunned the guard, removed his clothes, security badges and wand. Once dressed, he stuffed the man in a nearby broom cupboard and disintegrated the body. He altered his features, so he slightly resembled the man and strolled right out the front of the Ministry. He avoided everyone, because of celebrations tonight there were not as many employees around and with it being so late.
He apparated from the apparition point around the corner, to his empty flat in Romania. He could finally relax, he collapsed on his bed and stared at the ceiling with one thought floating to the surface before he fell asleep
"I'm back"