A/N: lets get a few things out the way before we begin. To start with this will be similar to some of those stories that you may have already read. I will be making differences and some characters may appear a bit OOC but this is intentional. Though there will be heart ache and pain, death, power and twists it will strive to be close to the spirit of the original books. And on that note.

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter, that is entirely J.K. Rowlings domain and a credit to her for its invention. I merely am extending the known boundaries and allowing my imagination to run wild.

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The Eternium of Magic

Chapter One: Troubled Beginnings

It would surprise no one to know that Harry Potter was upset, in fact upset would be putting it mildly as his magical aura flared between red and black destroying many of the little curiosities that used to grace Dumbledore's office but now littered the floor. Dumbledore himself merely sat behind his oaken desk his long fingered hands steeped together in a ponderous mood as he viewed the young man before him. Outwardly Albus Dumbledore was the picture of composure and grace, inwardly however he flinched with more than a little anger and curiosity as another of his many treasured possessions hit the floor. when did this young man get so powerful he thought to himself. This was not the only though wandering through his head at the time, in fact he was rather more concerned with how to bring this particular quandary to a successful conclusion without losing the weapon that he had spent so long fashioning in the shape of the-boy-who-lived.

Unaware of the manipulation and still raging Harry Potter eventually came to a grinding halt as Dumbledore cleared his throat. Harry turned his head to peer at the wizened old man that he respected so much. Clearly he would now be in trouble and yet again a disappointment to those that knew him. Inwardly he was cursing his stupidity at falling for Voldemort's trap and the guilt of endangering his friends. He dearly wished to know how they were but his mind was still filled with rage at the old man that had lied to him for so many years.

' Harry my dear boy, would you mind giving an old man a chance to explain himself'

Harry sat down blankly still fuming but complying with his Professor. That is better Dumbledore thought to himself as he surveyed the carnage Harry had enacted on his office with a little bit of annoyance, still it would be worth it if he could bring the boy back, but how to do it. After a little deliberation Dumbledore decided that the best method would be to play to Harry's nature and thus he would need to admit a little while keeping the biggest secret hidden. God forbid if Harry ever found that out Dumbledore mused to himself more than a little bit confident that there was no chance of that ever happening, for who would ever tell him. Only two people knew that secret and soon, very soon that would be only one. Turning back to the boy before him Dumbledore spoke using his best grandfatherly tone, it was a real work of art and would have anyone convinced that he was nothing more than a loving caring person who had made a horrible mistake, little did people know.

'My dear harry I understand your rage, I would be angry too. But you must see that all I did was a old man's misguided method of keeping you safe for your own good, allowing you that last moment of childhood'

'Safe!, I have never been safe. I cannot get close to someone without wondering when I will see them in agony, nor can I love someone for fear that they will be used to hurt me. How am I be a child, I have seen things few adults have ever seen, I have faced death and pain more times than I can count. I have been beaten and cursed by those that I would call family. How can this be for my own good. I am no longer a child, I am nothing.'

Harry broke down into tears, his knees hitting the floor as he slid out of the plush armchair, his hands holding his head in despair, finally he looked towards the sorrow filled eyes of Dumbledore and meekly said 'What can I do Professor, How Can I Live'

Dumbledore walked round from behind his desk and put a hand on Harry's shoulder offering some comfort. This was going better than he could possibly have hoped, Harry's nature clearly wouldn't let him be anything other than the obedient student that he had spent so long fashioning into a weapon to face Voldemort. Clearly Harry was still naive and would be more than compliant to his wishes, he just had to add the little finishing touch that would bring him firmly back into the role of the loving guardian, in the eyes of Harry Potter, the chosen one.

'Harry my boy, there is something that you must see, something that I have kept from you, In a vain attempt to lessen your burden. I was foolish and can see now how my actions have hurt you far worse than I could have known. Forgive an old man for his attempt to keep you happy'

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, his eyes filled with tears. His head a swirl of confusion and images of death and destruction. His heart broiled in feelings of guilt, love, hatred, loneliness and despair.

'I forgive you, I just don't know what to do anymore'

Harry looked down in despair and missed the flicker of amusement crossing the face of the man who should have been caring for him. It was good the boys naive ability to love and forgive had strengthened his control of the boy. It didn't hurt that with that wretch Black out the way he was now the nearest thing to family the boy had. His master plan was going very smoothly, yes very smoothly indeed, he mused to himself as he placed a comforting hand on the boys shoulder.

Helping the boy to his feet Dumbledore placed him back in one of the plush chairs that surrounded his officer and conjured a silver strand from his head, dangling it on the tip of his wand before adding it to the penseive. Turning back to Harry, Dumbledore put on his best and most sorrowful voice and proceeded to explain.

'What I am about to explain to you is the biggest secret known to wizard kind, it is why Sirius died harry, this is why you were tricked into visiting the Hall of Prophecy, for this secret could change the fate of the war.'

Dumbledore paused for a moment and then continued his eyes showing sorrow that he did not truly feel. It mattered little to him if one or two people died as long as the ultimate aim was achieved, these people would have died for the greater good. It was what stirred his conscience, what kept him able to focus, everything he did, he did for the greater good and in the best interest of wizarding kind. Motioning with his wand a silver stream appeared from the penseive and expanded to form a small misty apparition.

Harry looked up to be confronted with a face which he knew, there before him was Professor Trelawney, her eyes in a trance and her lips moving to hidden words before clear and sparkling as the silvery stream came the words threading through the air, the weight of power and fate upon them.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches

Born to those that have thrice defied him

Born as the seventh month dies

The dark lord shall mark him as his equal

But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not

Either must die at the hand of the other

For neither can live while the other survives.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord

Will be born as the seventh month dies.

Harry looked up at the apparition his face a mixture of confusion and sorrow. His eyes finally reflecting the internal determination to do what he must do to save those that he cared about. Turning to Dumbledore he spoke his voice strangely calm.

'I have to kill him sir, It is my purpose. But how, how do I kill the darkest wizard ever to exist'

'I will help you there my boy, do not worry. But for now get some sleep, you must return to your uncles tomorrow to replenish the blood wards.'

Harry looked up at Dumbledore fear and doubt crossing his face before leaving the trashed office. Unbeknownst to either Harry or Dumbledore another person had heard there conversation, someone that had eavesdropped on a similar conversation years ago. Grimacing with disgust the figure moved from the portrait above Dumbledore's desk and travelled the lonely corridors of Hogwarts before materialising into a misty figure, silently following the boy along the corridor.

After a few turns and a couple of staircases the apparition witnessed Harry hit the floor his body drained of much of its magic and wracked by numerous curses, bindings and emotions . All in all it was not the way in which the spirit would have liked to have first witnessed his heir. Summoning a little magic he checked the area was clear and then sent it coursing throughout the castle on its mission of mercy. Looking down at the malnourished boy the spirit silently vowed to make things better, to give this boy a taste of the childhood that he had never had. Moments later a tall pale skinned man appeared along the corridor heading towards the limp form of Harry Potter.

Severus Snape was in a bad mood, not only had he been summoned by Voldemort but now he was being awoken by a sudden urge to visit the library that he couldn't shake off. Walking along the third floor corridor he noticed the slumped form of a student against the wall. Figuring that it was just another wandering student he stepped up close behind them putting his hand on their shoulder while giving one of his best evil glares. That was until the student slumped over sideways and he saw just with whom he was now dealing. With a shocked look he stepped back his usually emotionless eyes filled with fear, before him lay the-boy-who-lived, the son of lily Evans, here before him was Harry Potter. Quickly, his heart racing, he raised his wand and bursting out from it a beautiful silver doe disappeared along the corridor in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower.

Running his wand over the boy he could tell that he was in a bad state, but how could that be he had only just left Dumbledore, Surely the man would have checked him over. Something was niggling in the back of Snapes mind and he wasn't sure that he wanted to face up to it. Working his wand over Potter he started to chant some minor healing spells but nothing seemed to be working. As he was attempting to heal the boys numerous wounds a startled cry came from the end of the corridor. 'Severus Snape, What have you done!'

Turning abruptly Severus Snape came face to face with the stern aging face of Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration Professor and Deputy Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the last person that Snape would have wished to see, being bent over the nearly lifeless body of Harry Potter, but the only person he could think of to summon. 'Minerva this is not how it looks'.

A/N: A few things are coming up. I would like to say that this will bear some resemblance to other stories you might have read but with a few differences. There will be limited if any weasley bashing, I will be taking it from the idea that they too have been manipulated. There will be twists turns, OOC occurrences but I hope to keep true to the spirit of the stories. As I stated before I do not own harry potter, that is entirely J.K. Rowlings domain and a credit to her for its invention. I merely am extending the known boundaries and allowing my imagination to run wild.

Pls Enjoy and any reviews will be gratefully acknowledged. I understand that my grammar may be awful so forgive a man for trying.