Something Wicked this way comes
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own some of the concepts, having been inspired by the Book of Revelations… Bible book...
The Wicked Child
He watched history for a long time…
A man sat on a table, looking around him, seeing burning fires and smoke billow into the air, as the ravaged landscape seemed to embody utmost despair. He grabbed a massive tome out of the clothing that he wore, a black quill in his hands as he began to open the tome full of how this had happened.
I am archiving the history of this world, for those to find that colonize the world again… read this, and see the story of the Wicked Child, He Who Was Born From the Beast. There was a long war going on, so long ago, when the Wicked Child rose from Eastern Sands, coming to purge this world… This is an account from someone who doesn't want to be remembered, the last survivor…
It all started with a prophecy, made in ancient times…
A man fell to the ground as he was working, beginning to convulse and shake as words were forced from his throat, his beard getting dust in it, blood beginning to come from his ears and eyes, the words engraving themselves within the rock wall beside him…
Mysteries surrounding him, Wit and Guile
The Coming Curse, the Anti-Christ
Messiah to those that Destroy, Malice incarnate
To Vindicate and Cleanse Mankind
Born in Eastern Sands, he shall come
To Vindicate and Purge Mankind
Something Wicked this way comes, Something Wicked this way goes
Blood Divine, the Ancient Sire
His Nemesis, his Gemini
Bloodied Savior of Mankind
Will Annihilate the Wicked Child
Blood Unholy, Blood of Serpents
Weeping in the stone, weeping into the rock
Serpent's tongue, Defiling And Destructive
Bloodied Savior, The Destined Foe
Save the World or let it die
A horrible gurgle cut the man off as his body exploded in a gore of blood and guts as the magical energy began to rip the body apart…
Ten Thousand years later, on the Sixth day of the Sixth Month, on the Sixth hour, Harry James Potter saw the light of life…
His sister, Rose Eleanor Potter saw the light a month later, the 31st to be precise. Why she was born later then her brother, since they were supposed to be twins, was a mystery to science. Both Lily and James Potter didn't care, the magical certificates listed them as Twins, though the dates of Birth didn't really match, it was still a pair of twins…
Harry James Potter turned out to be an inventive child who seemed to be thinking about stuff a lot, at least Lily thought so, never seeing much of the hidden glances to her wand that he sent when she wasn't looking. Rose Eleanor Potter was a darling child, always laughing at her father's antics, which he did to surprise them and make her laugh.
The day that Voldemort entered their peaceful little home was something that sparked a change… James Potter dueled with the man, trying to prevent Lily and the twins to be harmed, only to be hit by a stunner to the chest, out for the fight, with the malicious snake being there to go and make the twins die, as the prophecy had dictated. There was a silence that fell over the area as the Dark Lord went to the children's room, only to see Lily Potter stand there, looking at him.
"Stand aside, foolish girl! I am interested in your children only." The Dark Lord said, looking at the redhead and then lost his patience, sending a stunner at her which knocked her out pretty good.
"So, you are the child that the prophecy spoke of… Rose Eleanor Potter…" there was a silence as Harry made a gurgle, getting up from his small crib and looking at Voldemort with a blank look, then with a calculating look. "Hmm… You are an interesting child… You show no fear for Death… I'll kill you first, for Defiance.." as he whispered the incantation of the killing curse, the words being slightly pronounced, his words being the killing curse, and such, killing was their only intent.
The green spell bounced off the skin of the infant easily, showering the room with a light, before the curse rebounded, hitting Rose on the forehead, creating a jagged scar there, before aiming at Voldemort, who turned to cinders after it hit him.
Three months later, little Harry was placed in an orphanage, for his parents wanted to devote more time to their daughter and couldn't feed two children apparently, though Harry did not bother anyone with it….
When his tenth birthday rolled around, he felt strange…
A rush of power overcame him, his surrounding changing immediately to a place that didn't seem normal. Sand dominated it, making big hills all around him, a sense of belonging forming within the bottom of his stomach as he saw an old man stand there, looking at him, smiling a crooked smile.
"Child… You have come, like prophesied…" Harry's eyes narrowed as he began to call upon his power. He had discovered it by accident, a massive gout of flames springing up around his arm and encircled it, trying to burn everything in the area. "A Messiah indeed…" there was a silence as the man stepped away. "Follow me child… I wish for you to meet with the rest of the tribe…"
Harry merely followed…
Back in normal time, Rose Potter was about to step through the threshold of Hogwarts, looking at the imposing stone, when she got an itch on her nose, causing her to sneeze. She looked around, seeing Professor McGonagall look at her for a brief second, then led the first years into Hogwarts, looking around for the Sorting Hat her dad had told her about, while he had the occupation of teacher of Defense against the Dark Arts, her mum being the Charms teacher after the previous one had resigned.
Then the sorting came, where she was called out as Potter, Rose Eleanor, which made a gulf of whispers go through the hall. Not that she wasn't flattered, but it was just something that bugged her about all this, since her Godfather Sirius had told her that there would be someone else that should have attended the sorting, but her father had told him to keep his mouth shut about the case, since he apparently wanted to tell her more.
The feast was quite memorable when several of the Slytherin students had been hexed to look like turkeys, their colors being gold and red, apparently a prank of her father, who was looking like he didn't know who did it, despite her having seen him plan the jinx on the food with Sirius.
She had been sorted in Gryffindor, to her parent's total conviction of course. She loved her parents, but knew that they had been keeping something from her, something important. She had dreams at times, dreams that weren't easy to explain… she saw suffering people, bloody battles, a man striding through the bodies, eradicating people with a staff that seemed to radiate power.
There was a silence as she lay in her bed, closing her eyes the first time this night…
She found herself on a battlefield that lay in a sandy area, big dunes of sand. Suddenly, the sands shifted and desert raiders, dressed in a very old style jumped from the sand, to the only visible person that was walking there. She tried to hide herself, but they seemed to just walk through her, as if she wasn't there.
A massive blast of fire emanated from the figure, the cowl that hid its face being blasted upwards for a few seconds, making her look at the face of the person…
It was a young man, probably not older then 16, who radiated such power that the robbers were burned by another wave of powerful flames, their bodies laying in the sand as the mysterious youth seemed to be regarding their remains carefully, as if waiting for something…
9.000 years ago…
Harry stood on the sands, waiting for the rest of the armed bandits to come out, making his muscles tense slightly as he began to make some changes to his staff, affixing more of his power. The tribe had died out seventy years ago, their last child having died in a drought. He looked at the bandits, feeling the flames within his body lighten up as they exited his body.
A massive surge of fire made the sand dunes around him turn to glass as he felt the unholy power surge through him. He was the purger, the beast of blood of legend. A Prophecy had been written about him, that he would wander the world, searching for the Staff of Oblivion, like the Prophecy had dictated, the Book of Revelations being the one that was crucial to him.
There was a silence as nothing alive remained in the area, the bandits still hidden being toasted, though he didn't give a damn about them. Dark thoughts were in his mind, wanting to exact vindication on those that were the ones to cast him away, into an orphanage. While it was a wizard orphanage, they treated him like his parents didn't want him in favor of their daughter.
He would reap a bloody vengeance from them when time had passed…
Then he looked to the side, seeing a girl standing there, in spectral form. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
When he screamed at her, she was so scared that she awoke with a scream, her eyes wide and sweat all over her body, her heartbeat racing as she couldn't get the eyes out of her mind, the green eyes that pierced her own being something that she herself did not possess, but knew that they mirrored her mother's almost completely, though they seemed to be infinitely darker.
The rest of the year passed pretty well, she had to admit. There were no dreams about the strange youth anymore and she quickly forgot about him, knowing that it would be futile to think about him while working on transfiguration or something like that. There would be more time to think about that guy when she wasn't working. She had a pair of wonderful best friends now, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, who seemed to think of her as a good friend, despite her being the girl who lived…
The holiday brought another dream to her, of the strange young man, this time in a setting that reminded her of ancient Egypt… he was walking along the pyramids, power literally being seen around him as he climbed the steps to an ancient pyramid, placing himself on the top of it and dismembering a wizard named Horus, calling himself Set in the process to the masses of muggles believing Horus to be a god.
He looked at the pitiful wizard in front of him, a mere flick of his wrist sending a wave of power at every limb of the fake god they had, who had tried to kill him using a curse that would make the air leave his lungs, though it was ineffective as he countered the effect, the power he held within his body being something that he didn't really understand, until he looked at the murals around him in the pyramid…
The Prophecy stood there in its full form, the Elder never having told him it in full, only that he was destined to have power above all others. His blood boiled as he broke it down to two simple facts, that he would have to kill both He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his nemesis, who he wasn't too sure about…
Times would be rough… for them of course…
He seated himself on a throne, having crowned himself Akhenaton, Avatar of Set… Time would show what would happen…
And he had a lot of that…
A new story from me! Try to comment on the storyline, since it's a bit… different. Harry isn't the Anti-Christ, for those that may think so… he's more like a Vindicator out to cleanse the world of the impure races, to finally die after he has completed his work… something like that, i haven't worked his character out at the moment. This is not an Evil! Harry but more of a Prophecy! Harry...
If I get at least 20 reviews, I'll write the next chapter
