AN: This was something that was floating around in my head, a what if this happened scenario, which is essentially what ALL fanfics are, if we readers and watchers of our various fandoms didn't have what if ideas running through our heads, fanfiction wouldn't exist.
I write this for my OWN enjoyment, if you like it or not that's on you, not me.
Throw in the standard Disclaimer...
And we're off!
The instant It's eyes opened, It was made aware of a few things, one and the most prevalent amongst all of them was that It was a he now, and from the impacting collision of a soul tearing act of magic with intent to split ones soul and the equal sacrificing of another's soul for the salvation of another beings soul, he, Magic, was given sentience on the plane of existence that human beings dwelled.
Of which, on this tier of reality, those that cold feel and use It's power, called magicals, existed.
Magic, had been born into human form.
Unfortunately for the boy's mother, whom Magic looked at lying dead on the floor in front of him, her soul magic sacrificial ritual of protection hadn't worked as she had wanted and her son, who's body Magic now inhabited, had had his soul taken from his body never to be seen again.
'What a shame…' Magic thought a moment before taking another look around, sensing all around him the active magics of the magical people around him.
The first thing that Magic sensed was a perverse taint emanating from a point on his newly acquired forehead. With a scowl that had no place on a 15 month old baby, Magic banished the taint with neigh but a thought before another revelation truck him.
He was alive and thinking.
Before moments ago, Magic just was, existing without thought, without will of its own only able to observe what magicals on this plane of existence were doing with his great gift.
But now… now Magic could feel the softness on the blanket in the crib he was sitting in; could ponder, to actually think about anything instead of just observing, he could be seen and heard, presenting him with an opportunity that he had never had before in his eons of existence.
Magic was, for the first time ever, free.
With this revelation came with it a troubling thought, a cosmic Inner Eye of Divination opening within his newly acquired mind with but a thought, as it bombarded his consciousness of the countless futures that could be.
This action, never having been done before, ever… resulted in an anomaly never seen.
A vertical slit cracked open at the centre of the baby's forehead, though no blood bled from it, before opening to reveal an Eye, the True Inner Eye of the Divine, .
It was an eye like no other, an iris with a ripple pattern covering its entire cornea, turned to the lightning bolt scar that rested ominously right next to it.
The Eye, that which Knew everything about everything and anything that was or would be.
Using this Eye that Magic had willed into existence, Magic came to understand what had happened to facilitate his incarnation into the human physical dimension.
Soul magic was afoul with this newly acquired body, which was unacceptable, especially two acts of soul magic that conflicted against each other.
The two acts of soul magic on this body were like oil and water, they would never mix, and would tear this body apart.
This would not do, at all.
Taking one of his small tiny hands, Magic touched his forehead where the soul magic resided and observed it, noting the size and power of the magic in the mark on his forehead.
'Whoever this belongs to, they've created more than this one to prevent dying .' a flare of the Inner Eye showed Magic the purpose of the soul magic in the scar; Magic mulling over the best way to deal with it.
'This one person is, and would be responsible for the near total destruction of all that touch my gift, I cannot allow that to come to pass.' With his mind made up, Magic touched one of his tiny fingers to the scar, sending a pulse through its tethering link to its creator, shattering it with the barest of thoughts. The scar on his forehead vanished in its entirety, leaving behind clean unblemished skin.
The fallout of the cascade failure of the soul magic that Magic had destabilised on his forehead was instantaneous, as the soul magic in his scar deteriorated; Magic felt the same thing happening to several items similar to his scar due to the feedback of the sudden destruction of the one on his forehead, a leather bound book, a ring, a cup, a locket and a diadem all had the soul magic imbued within them collapse and fade away, leaving their creator without any anchors to leash him to the living world.
With no horcrux tethering him to the land of the living, the self-styled Lord Voldemort, in wraith form gave a piercing shriek as he faded away from the mortal world, never to be seen or heard from ever again.
Witches and wizards branded with Voldemort's skull and snake mark felt the mark, which had faded to barely there but still visible, gave gasps of shock as they watched and felt their master vanish from the mortal plain, a few screaming in horror that their marks of devotion to their master had vanished completely.
With the man with the shattered soul dealt with, Magic got up on his small pair of legs and levitated himself out of the cot he'd been residing, taking note of a slender piece of wood that the now destroyed man had used to cast magic with, discarded on the floor to the side of the destroyed room.
'That has to go too.' With but a touch of his will, Magic had the wand that had ended so many lives, fly into his tiny hands. On contact, with but a thought, the wood and its core disintegrated into particles, blowing away in a unseen but gentle breeze.
This made Magic realize something else as well, the entire room was missing its roof and he could hear noise from outside getting louder.
He could not stay here any longer.
With this thought in mind, Magic turned his thoughts to the Eye of Divinity which was darting around the room erratically on his forehead, to see what was to come of this nights events if he remained here and was spotted by those touched with his gift.
Whether it was by the those rushing to his current location, or others later on after he departed, the results weren't good.
With this knowledge, Magic made his choice.
With this decision made, Magic, in the reanimated body of deceased 15 month old Harry James Potter, faded out of sight, soundlessly, just as thundering footsteps grew louder and louder.
His last thoughts, before vanishing from Godric's Hollow, were of a silent farewell to the lady who's sacrifice had given him true life.
Now he had to, like every other sentient being, figure out what to do with it.
AN: anyone may flame me for writing something so Godly, I don't give a damn, for one because i am not a professional writer, as i said up top, i do this for fun, my fun, not yours, and i like such stories.
Now i realise that this has Harry down as a character, when in fact he's actually dead, but Magic is using his baby body so...yeah, it still counts.
Yes i know, before you say it, the Eye of Truth... it was there and sooo tempting, i couldn't help myself, i just had to.
I may or may not continue with this, depends on my muse, in this regard i take after DZ2, i may noy read the slash stuff they write but a lot of their other stuff is really good.
