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This was created by the inspiration of some fics that I had read . so I hope you enjoy.
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This are the three previous chapters of new past, i changed the name and made it the first chapter, for those who already read it, you must read it again because there are like 7 or 8 pages more for this chapter
This is AU to extreme.
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Harry had been having strange dreams recently…a blond girl.
Some months had passed since the defeat of the Dark Lord in the famous fight at Hogwarts. His scar was gone by the time he killed Voldemort. Albus said it could be a sign that the prophecy had been fulfilled, and his future no longer be managed by it; instead he would be the one who make his own destiny.
The dreams began on Halloween. They were like a kind of vision. Harry could identify that what he was seeing was happening elsewhere, given his experience with Voldemort and his studies in Occlumency. The girl was young, maybe sixteen years old, had golden hair that reaches his waist and wore an old dress. Her skin was very pale almost white, her eyes were a dark blue and her nose was straight. In fact the girl was not pretty, the best way to describe her would be plain, her clothes did not help her and the fact of her being always dirty did not improve her image. However for some odd reason the girl was familiar to Harry. Perhaps he had seen her somewhere but could not remember where or when he had seen her. And so, without knowing who was the mysterious young girl, the time pass, but the dreams did not disappear.
Harry turned nineteen years and his dreams were the same. The dreams were about the same girl doing various activities such as cooking, cleaning, etc. The strange thing was that every time he saw the girl Harry had the feeling that she was wearing a glamour, and if he was right, it was a powerful one.
Harry had been obsessed with the girl of his dreams. To find out who she was and why he dream of her. For hours without end he attempted to discover her identity even with the help of his Pensieve, he couln't find anything. Apparently the girl had not gone to Hogwarts, but then where had Harry seen her before.
The Magical world was recovering from the war. It was as if nothing had happened, except for the amount of people who died. The Ministry was still corrupted and the way in which they treat magical beings like vampires and werewolfs was the same. Remus was fortuned to be dead otherwise he would have been very disappointed. The worst thing was that many people thought it was for the best. Everyone in the magical community was being lost in the past while the muggles were entering the new era of the twenty-first century.
Harry even with his title could not do anything. People began to spread the rumor that even with only nineteen years he was getting senile for what he had lived through. Some believed that he was crazy. His friends were dead and those that were not, have exile themselfs or worse they had lost their minds by too many cruciatus curses.
He was alone and with his new freedom and isolation, Harry start to see all the flaws that the Ministry had. The curious thing was that the first Ministry was perfect in almost everything related to its laws on magical creatures and the Lords of Old Houses, but that kind of Ministry disappeared. The last minister who had a Ministry like that died in 1807.
Harry did not like his life without the exciting feeling of being in danger or without the Dark Arts. Harry had recently discovered his affinity with them and loved it. For this type of art, you had to sacrifice an emotion. The patronus spell where you have to sacrifice a happy thought is a Dark Arts curse, however, not many know about it and it was because of being Dark which make it one of the most difficult charms.
It was said that the affinity with some kind of magic was caused by genetics, but in reality was due to will and power, that was the only way to make any kind of magic and bring it to the highest point.
What Harry found after several hours reading about different topics was quite surprising, especially having completed a war that had began by the conflict of blood. Apparently, it was true that there was a difference in the blood and purebloods fought for the best for the magical world to some extent. It was a fact that power was inherited in the blood. The best healers in the world with the potion masters had discovered it long ago, but many people did not give the proper importance to it at that time and the few that did, took care that their families came together with the right people, turning the discovery in a form of prejudice that nowadays was frowned upon. The research demonstrated that the older the family, the more power it would have. That was the real reason for the start of the purebloods belief. Muggle-borns were not as powerful due to them being the first of their family with magical abilities and that was precisely what made the hatred the purebloods have for them. That was the beginning of immense conflict and war.
With this information, it was curious to know where Harry had gained so much power when his mother was a muggle-born. But even more curious to know about his mother. Many people had told him that his mother was a witch with great power, but it was not possible because of her blood. Even he admitted that Hermione was very intelligent, the best witch of his generation in the written tests because she certainly was not powerful. It was precisely this knowledge what make him research on some potion to clarify his ancestry in the Black Library, but he found nothing.
It was not until two months later that he found the specific book which contained the appropriate potion in the library of one of the Potter Manors. Harry made the potion and required ritual and his findings were not entirely surprising.
Apparently his mother was a pureblood. How she managed to end with the Evans family was a mystery. Although he could find out about his mother's family with another potion of the same book and some collections of the History of Old Families. It seems that he was not just the only Potter left but also was the last Isegard. An old family of purebloods whom disappeared in the late 1800's. And even better was that the Isegard family was a branch of the Slytherin line, with the main family being the Gaunts. Harry's ability to talk to snakes was inherited by his mother's family.
Harry also discovered the more important secret that the Potters have and that was protected by a very old oath that allowed to pass the secret from Lord to heir. But with the death of James, the secret was passed to Harry with the Potter book, which have the history, the reasons for alliances and all the mysteries concerning the family. It was a sort of journal of all the Lords of the family.
The secret was an old ritual that had made the first Potter. This was a dark ritual that was lost over the years. The ritual had a high price that would be carried by the whole family through the generations forever. A curse, some would say but in reality it was because of the curse that the ritual was made.
The ritual would give to whoever did it a great power, but to ensure that both the power and emotion sacrificed was equivalent to power given the curse was put on the family, at least in the main family.
The ritual was to put ten percent of the power of the next generations of the family in the person who had performed the ritual. The first Potter, was a man of great power but died relatively young in his one hundred six years of age. Apparently his body could not hold so much power, even if his own magic tried to protect him.
The curse placed on the Potter family to ensure the sacrifice of the ritual was the choice to love any kind of person. The heirs being always first-born sons would fell in love with purebloods no matter the circumstances. Not only that but their bodies were also specific with whom should be the next Lady Potter; the most powerful woman available at the time. This answered the obsession that James had to take Lily as his future wife. With this family curse, the Potters assured their offspring and their line to always being powerful without the need of arranged marriages.
This was pretty damn interesting and even more curious was that maybe the girl that Harry had been dreaming was the future wife that the curse of his family had chosen. Perhaps this was the way of the curse to communicate to the currently heir of the family to find the right person.
Now, the only matter was of finding the girl and so it start an investigation to find a way; either spell, potion or ritual, to find what would become his mate for life.
It was during his twenties´s birthday in which Harry went to Hogwarts to talk with his former headmaster. Well if you could consider a conversation, to get the actual headmaster out of the room to chat with a portrait. Beside Albus was too interesting to pass the time, to be able to resist him. Moreover, the current headmaster was scared of Harry.
It was at moments like this where he spoke with his old friend, about old times where Harry really thought he was getting senile. And certainly lost in the past because the future really was no longer looking so great. But it was when they were talking of the year they became closer, his sixth year, that Harry found the answer he had been looking for a long time, an eternity in the opinion of Harry.
The girl of his dreams was not other that Merope Gaunt, the last female descendant of the main family of the line of Slytherin. The same girl who was the mother of Tom Riddle and a woman who had died many years ago. That was how Harry had thought he had another curse; a persnal one, to never being normal. His future wife was not there for him, she was dead. How was it possible that the curse has directed him to someone who had died?
Perhaps it was time to start another research. This time about time travel.
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Merope was a young girl of seventeen, who had no appropriate education in the most important thing for a witch. Yes, she did not have any kind of instruction about magic. His father did not trust her and all that she could do without attracting attention and even pass as a flaw in the kitchen, was potions.
She knew that she had magic but she didn't had a wand . The wand that was supposed to be hers; was actually a wand of practice made for children under ten years. And better yet the wand was broken, which made her do many mistakes when trying to use it.
From the moment that Merope was born, she was said she was ugly. Even there were several occasions in which her brother would told her that no man would look at her more than once because of her ugly appearance. She had accepted that since she was a child.
But in her seventeen birthday; Merope realized that there was something that made her feel dirty, as if she had something over her, something that made her feel uncomfortable, but without the necessary information, she never knew what it was that made her feel that and asking her family was out of question.
It was another typical day in the life of Merope. She was cooking something different for dinner, at least that was what it seemed. Merope was trying to make a potion that she had read about in a book a few days earlier, when she had a shiver and since then the feeling of been stare at started. Unfortunately the feeling never disappeared at all.
The mysterious incident, as she began to call it, became very common for her. But on no occasion was she able to discover where it came from or better yet who was. His father and brother were rarely home when it happened to her and rejected them as potential stalkers, there was not really, someone who would like to see her by choice clean or do some other ordinary thing. Days passed and the incident was never again in the mind of Merope and became more like a habit.
It was a sunny day when the Riddle boy had been seen by the village riding in the beautiful steed, black as night, and highlighting the beauty of the young man, as always accompanied by her equally beautiful friend. Merope, sometimes fantasize that it was her, the beautiful girl in the horse accompanied by the young Riddle but when she recovered herself out of her own fantasies; she had the strange feeling that even as handsome as he was, the Riddle boy was not worth at all.
The reaction that Merope had on the young Riddle was very rare, if not long ago she would have die of joy just thinking that she could be the next Mrs. Riddle. Perhaps the influence of her father about the pureblood ideology was starting to show in her.
But all she knew was going to change very soon with the arrival of a stranger.
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Marvolo Gaunt was a man who was proud of his ancestry and despite not having money and living in a not so nice place surrounded by muggles, he thought he was above all others, who could be better than a direct descendant of Slytherin anyway?. His son, Morfin, was excellent and had great power and it was better to think her daughter did not exist and instead there was a house-elf.
The reality was very different. His son, despite being powerful, was not able to control his power and many times it ended causing disaster and his daughter had a block on most of her power that was placed in the Slytherin locket that she always carried around. Beside Merope had a glamour on her, it really didn't serve that people realized that she was a beauty if the village was full of muggles. If he could just give her to the highest bidder of the richest purebloods; but no, he hadn't the contacts or the money to properly present her to the High Society of the Wizarding World. It was better not to expect anything from her and have her locked in for life. Morfin could always kidnap and rape a pureblood and have an offspring to continue the line or perhaps it was better the idea of the union of his children and have a stronger offspring. It was common knowledge that magic prevented any deformations or diseases that were common for muggles.
But his plans changed when out of nowhere a young man knock his door and ask for the hand of his daughter in marriage.
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It took three years for the research and experiments. Harry now had the perfect ritual to travel to the past without any impact on the present; because if his research was right then the moment of his arrival to the time he wanted the magic would do a reaction chain that would create an alternative reality. Without the responsibility of having to go back to the future, Harry could do whatever he wanted. However the fact was that because of his staying in the past as a part of it with his soul and body the same way; his legacy and magic contained by his curse would make sure the inability of the existente of a future Harry Potter. It was so, to not create a paradox.
With the field free of all expectations and the attention, the only thing he had to worry about was to find out how the curse could work properly without interfering with the curse of the Potters that were in the past, because really he didn't need to have fights over the same girl for his offspring and of course how to change everything for Harry to be seem as a Isegard. It appeared that the research made by Dobby of his family on his mother side was not very accurate and he would have to resort to other alternatives, when necessary.
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The ritual seemed to be simple but only one mistake and he would die or worse, he would be trapped between dimensions, something like a limbo from which he could never escape but it really did not matter, he would do it, even with that kind of risk; the benefits far exceed what would happened if worse come to happen.
It was ridiculous but the great Harry Potter, champion of the light, vanquisher of the Dark Lord, and as rumors said completely mad and senile was desperate to disappear from this life that did not lead to something more than misery.
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On Saturday night, with everything ready, Harry set out to do whatever was needed to get out of his misery, ironically without killing him, if things worked acording to the plan. So that day when the moon seemed like the smile of the Cheshire cat of Alice in Wonderland, Harry began with the ritual.
The ritual was to make seven rings of 'power' from outside to inside with a purpose for each of them, it was in itself a big circle and put the outline in the first 'ring' and then a closer contour was the second ring and so on until you have just a small circle in the center. The ritual had seven circles for dual representation, the first was that the number seven was a symbol of power because of the seven elements and the latter because it was seven, the number of dimensions that he had to 'jump' to reach his destination.
With his new wand, since it appeared that Harry nowadays needed a wand with basilisk venom as core, due to a mysterious personality change. Instead of power that was represented by a phoenix feather core and specialized in defense against dark arts thanks by the type of wood, Harry now needed his wand to be flexible for all kinds of risk as black magic arts, rituals and the creation of spells, so the need of the flexibility of the basilisk and the wood was walnut, which has not specialty for anything but it intensified the use of the core.
With the wand, Harry began drawing a circle on the ground with specific runes for change, alternative, power, infusion, past, permanence and many more to establish the basics and the first part of the ritual, the circle was about three meters radius and represented the intention of the ritual. Then in the second ring, Harry used a spell that allowed him to write in the air, as Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets, spells of his own invention, in different languages, the most important in Greek, Latin, Zulu and Maya. This ring represents the way in which the ritual would be performed.
The third ring was composed of every kind of rocks with different energies infused in them by natural way, which made them very difficult to gather; this ring represent materials that were needed for the ritual to succeded. The fourth ring had arithmancy equations which were written in the earth, representing the order of the ritual.
The fifth ring represents the balance, this ring was very important, it would give Harry the opportunity to come in just one piece and not cause chaos to the place he was to reach, so for this ring Harry had planned to put a symbol of ying and yang, but with his experiments, he realizad that it would not be enough, so he come up by using a representation of life and death. Harry used two snakes that were born the same time and had to be completely identical, one had to be alive and the other dead, but it had to be by natural reasons. That was not the best of the situation, as Harry had to wait for a miracle, so to speak. He buy several snakes and hope for them to have hatchings and then see how nature works; monitoring them all the time. That was an experience that he did not want to repeat for the rest of his days. He was not that sure of his love for snakes anymore.
The sixth ring was of the symbols of the elements with the elements; he had written in the air the symbol of each element in an almost guttural way which were the original and just below each symbol had crystals that had that element within them.
The last circle was where Harry was standing, in it was written in the form of the kanji for the word void, because in this circle was what was supposed to disappear and appear on the other place, the idea was to make just such an empty space that could be filled at any time with anything and at the same time left whatever it had to some other place. It was a portal that existed and not at the same time but just for a few seconds, necessary to pass through it.
When Harry finished writing what was needed and removed from his robes the stones and placed them in the correct places; he point his wand into the soil and concentrated the power needed without saying a word. From his wand came out a white light hitting the earth causing a chain reaction that active all the rings and create a vortex where the kanji void had been. Harry was swallowed with the other rings out of that place forever.
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Disruption magic had happened in Germany. One, which go unnoticed due to the crisis that the country had; it was not that important a simple disruption when it was so trivial. They did not have to worry about other things that were not something that would get them food to their tables. WWI had very serious impact in some countries especially Germany and it would be easy to pretend he was a refugee fleeing from the country, trying to move on of the tragedy of his past after surviving a war that had only caused death. Well, this version would work for the muggles but not for wizards who had been untouched by war.
From scratch in an empty lot, dim lights of different colors appear and began to form letters or symbols in the earth for any individual who did not know they were runes. Symbols forming a circle and suddenly vanished, leaving in his absence a young man lying on the ground and by the groans of weariness and pain that were heard, it seemed that he would not rise for a while.
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Harry got up from his 'confortable' position on the floor after what he deemed necessary to recover his energy aka four hours and that was what he had been able to count, the rest was spent sleeping in the middle of nowhere. With a simple spell to ensure that he was in the right time; the letters floating were of March 4, 1919 and was in Germany. He was not sure exactly where. Their was a spell to know where he was specifically, but Harry was not able to recall it, for now it would have to do, just to know the country.
If Dobby was right his relatives would be in Spain, since despite being of Italian origin, were refugees from the outbreaks of fascism taking place in Italy; which was strange in itself because wizards and muggles do not mix, maybe there were other reasons for his relatives to be in Spain but with so little information, he was not sure.
Thinking about Dobby, Harry took of his pocket a small black box that when got big with a simple murmur of "Engorgio" turned into his trunk of seven locks, very similar to the one used by Moddy but enhanced with more spells for protection and of course a better style. Honestly, Moddy had chosen the most basic, without any kind of decoration, but the one that Harry has had magical drawings of silver snakes that were moving throughout the trunk and if someone other than him tried to open it, they would be bitten by the picture and with no medical treated soon would had a very high probability of death. Not only that but the trunk in certain positions with the light seemed to change color, even if they were still darker colors.
Harry put the trunk on the ground and from his clothes took out some keys, opening the third lock, the trunk was opened suddenly with a high snap. Dobby was out of it in an instant to breathe in a place that was not locked. It was clear that Harry could not get rid of the elf since it had accepted to be into his service.
"Harry Potter, sir" Dobby said with great enthusiasm while looking around "Dobby is happy, we made it, but where are we? "asked Dobby formally, which almost causes a heartattack to Harry. Dobby could apparently improve its way of talking or maybe it was because of the travel in the trunk having some kind of affect in Dobby and if so, then he would put Dobby there more often.
"We are in Germany, try to make some maps of the place, maybe in future it will be useful" and with that comment Dobby disappeared with a crack. What Harry took in mind was the Second World War, he was not sure which side to support but still he had some years more for planning something better under the given circumstances, the first thing was to establish with a high status, to be untouchable to certain people. Now what was the story that he would use in this past? Damn! He knew that he had forgotten something, where would he could get the necessary papers to appear as legitimate, also he needed to have a credible history with his almost-family in Spain. It seem that he would had to take more time to research, perhaps in the Isegard Manor in Italy, he would find a family tree such as the Blacks or something that could help him.
With a crack Dobby reappeared again after nearly two days, Harry had spent that time in a camp-house as the one that the Weasleys used in his fourth year when they went to see the match of Ireland against Bulgaria.
Harry had used the time to think about his next move, he definitely could not go at that time for Merope because if he was not mistaken, the girl would have been twelve almost thirteen years old, it was not yet time for that. His best option now, was to find out everything he could about Isegard and the best way would be to investigate the manor of the main family in Italy, even if he had to enter without invitation; for that intention alone, Harry had brought the little things that he still have of the Weasley twins.
Dobby have in its hands a big parchment bend in ways that were very rare with runes in strategic locations which gave Harry the idea that the elf had finished his work quickly. It appear, Malfoys didn't knew how to take good use of their elfs or better yet they hadn't realize what they had with some elf like Dobbe serving them.
Despite the fact that Dobby was a creature who had ideas of freedom and of good over evil, it had accepted to serve Harry for his help in freeing it and because after contemplating the ideas that he had on the magical world and its own investigations had led Dobby to believe that it was for the best, even if it was only to improve the way they treated its race. Dobby gave him the parchment that disappeared with a simple touch from Harry's wand.
"Well, it's time to go to Italy Dobby" Without a sound Harry and Dobby disappeared.
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It had taken a week to locate the proper place, it was really well protected the area where the mansion Isegard was. Not only that but during the trip which was first walking and then by broom had many problems. Apparently the house-elves do not like to use brooms for other things if not sweeping and Dobby screamed so loud, Harry was sure to remember it forever. Dobby swear not to do it again and threatened to jump if Harry didn't stop and of course the likelyhood of his favorite broom disappearance.
The Ancestral Manor of the Isegard family was breathtaking for the ones that saw it for the first time. High windows providing light on sunny days. Adorned with large columns decorated with various magical creatures made of marble. The mansion was splendid considerating it had been abandoned for some years. The wards undoubtedly were the responsables of it well keep.
With a few drops of blood at the entrance and the gates were opened without noise. The wards had accepted Harry as a family member so the doors of the entrance as the doors of the rooms in which he stood open for him. All except one. The second largest door of the house, the port of the entry was the largest, apparently gave to a study or perhaps a small library. Harry had searched the entire house and all he found useful was some pictures and some gossips, the portraits told him while passing. Apparently the door was opened only for the family head and as he was not, he would have to use other means to open it. With some products, he retain of the Weasley, he exploded the door with such an impressive performance that the relatives of the portraits remained speechless for a few moments after which started to stutter and the buzz began among them.
The good thing was that Harry had bewitched them to tell nobody, what they had witnesses, they could talk among themselves, but someone who had no previous Knowledge of the secrets, would only heard the common rambling which the portraits talk all the time.
The room was a small library with two bookcase filled with books in parseltongue and a small table with its chair, that was all. The walls were a cream color that seemed made of parchment with no window but with beautiful pictures showing beautiful scenes of nature as the waterfall that had a siren that was not very amicable or the one that showed a high cliff overlooking with centaurs, whom were not very courteous to strangers, but the best was a snake carved on a stone at which the sun always was illuminating. The snake was moving just to keep Harry always in sight.
"What do you want here?" asked the snake after a careful inspection.
"I want to know who I am?" Harry answered, very calm, as if it was natural that someone was not aware of who he was "I'm an orphan and the only thing I know is that I am part of this family in some way, the wards let me enter, which confirms that this family shared the same blood that I have, but I do not know who was my sire "
"A decent Isegard at least appears" said the snake getting out his tongue, tasting that the person that faced it, it could tell he was powerful for his smell and flavor of his aura "the last head of this family died without heirs, this is the first time someone enters this place in two decades"
Harry said nothing for a few minutes trying to understand what he had been just said by the snake, apparently there was not a main family for the Isegards anymore, but if so then how is that there were others as refugees in Spain, who was then the new head of the family? Before he could ask the snake, it had started talking again.
"You are not the head of the family. You destroy the door, if you were the legitimate heir to be the new head of the family, the door would had opened for you"
"Who is the new head of the family?, as you say it, sounds as if there were no candidates when I know that there are more Isegards left in Spain that got out of here" Harry asked confused, what the snake said made no sense.
"Only three with Isengard blood are left, not counting you" the snake replied "You are new to all this about the secrets of the family. When the head dies his heir precedes him but in this case there was no heir, so the other family members have the opportunity to be the new head of the family if they passed a test." The snake said while changing position "Family members have the option to decline the test if they are not interested in being the head or if they do not feel capable enough to pass the test. Two decades ago the head died and all the remaining members decided to take the test. Of these only three survived but did not complete the test so there is no head for the Isegard family."
Harry did not know what to think, what kind of test kill an entire family, leaving only three members? And even worse none of the survivors pass it. It was something more to think about, being the head of the family would be perfect for his purpose and the power he will need to go unnoticed, as the head, he would not have to give many explanations about his origin and to have three members who might be useful later. But as always there has to be a trick, a catch. Something about it didn't sound right.
"What kind of test is this, that needs to be taken to be the new leader of the Isegard family?" Harry asked in all seriousness
"Only if you accept the test will I tell you, only those who accept it can know, remember that it is a family secret" replied the snake coiled while in the stone on which was carved
Harry thought for a few moments to take a decision. The test was certainly dangerous, but again what do normal things happening around Harry?
Accepting the test did not prove his courage, it was only evidence of his stupidity to get in first and ask questions later, but instead of this; what other solution could he take to cover his past? In those moments that even when the world of Muggles in Europe was in crisis did not mean the same thing happened with the wizards.
They requested an explanation and would not believe him, the move of being a refuge would work for Muggles but not for him. The test seem to be more attractive over the minutes.
Being recognized as an Isengard would help to have better contacts with families of pureblood, also could benefit from some properties they had all over Europe, but the risk of dying is not reassuring; however, something in all this, to be in the edge between being able or not to die got a lot of emotion in Harry.
He had not been this excited since the death of Voldemort.
That was, that being who loved anxiety of the proximity of danger inside of Harry accept without thinking twice before his Slytherin side came to tell him that it was stupid to die in their first search for just a trilled feeling; but again, it would be kind of Slytherin to accepted the risk of his life for more power.
The snake gave a nod with its head, implying that it had heard his approval and without knowing Harry was stuck in a dark place, so dark he could not even see his hand in spite of it being in front of his face. That's when the pain began.
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It was intense, the pain, everywhere
His experiences with the cruciatus curse had not been able to prepare him for the pain he was feeling, the pain was such that after about minutes, it feel like his mind was separated from his body for the propuse to no longer feel, anything at all. At that moment Harry thought that this was the feeling that people should have had when turned mad by the cruciatus curse. Was not it fabulous? People of his time thought that he was crazy and now in the past he really was.
Harry felt like a spirit, floating in the nothing, but that change very soon when from the darkness, images began to move as if in a Pensieve, but they passed at high speed, Some pictures were shocking, most of them about war and curiously, about births.
What was interesting, was that Harry feel as if all the images or more memories were getting inside his head, the emotions that accompanied these images were felt by Harry at the same time.
Harry found himself laughing and crying without apparent reasons.
However, the emotions depleted Harry from his energy, it was only because of his force of will, which prevents him from collapsing from where he was floating.
Harry closed his eyes, but the images remained, the emotions as well, the magic did not arrive there, even with Harry trying to invocate it from the depths of his very being, where his core was.
It was just his mastery in Occlumency which prevents him of being lost in the memories, but blocked them was impossible. The only thing he could do was reduce the speed, so as not to feel all the memories in one stroke.
Harry knew that what he was doing would not last for long, he had to think about how to get out of there. The problem, he could not recalled why he was there in the first place. Each second that passed seemed like an eternity with all memories, it was like to live all at once, including living the death and in that moment everything start all over again.
A memory in particular, about a boy studying for a test made Harry remember that he was also there for a test, but what was the test for and how could he pass it?
Nobody had told him what he had to do to pass or at least he did not remember someone saying something about it; the images became slower, but it was not thanks to his Occlumency.
Harry did not know how much time had passed but he realized that sometimes when there was an interesting memory like a ritual or a very old spell or even see a magical creature, Harry live that memory with more intensity as if he was really there and the emotions were perfectly connected with it, these kind of memories were growing and Harry had the feeling that those memories were becoming his.
At that moment Harry knew what was the test.
Live all the memories as if they were yours, with the same intensity and then they will be yours.
The test was not magical he couldn't do magic in that place, wherever there was. It was about getting all the memories to be yours; only someone with strong will to not lost himself in the memories and go crazy, and with the ability to manage it, in such a short time; to gather all the information without getting a brain problem would pass the test.
The memories surely were of important people which belonged to the family; but the trick in it, was not to lost themselves in the memories, even if they were very tempting. Losing your identity in the process or trying to block them to avoid losing your identity, was not an option. You have to accept them and trust that it will accept you in return, making them part of you.
With that, Harry began to live all the memories in the same way and thus the speed decreased each time until it went as if the memories were a normal life and after the death of that person; it start other memories of other person, which means Harry also 'live' the death of these individuals and it was very rare. Now he knew what was like to die being devoured by a beast, the feel of your soul be sucked out of your body by the avada kedavra curse and many others not so pleasant ways of dying, but he also knew what was the feeling of making one of the most difficult rituals and success in the end or the satisfaction of having overcome the expectations of a parent or have a pet, even be turned into a magical creature, but the more important and most treasured memories he had was of the births of his firstborn being male or female, the feeling of that time was unique, much better than an orgasm or having everything in life.
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It had passed a week and three days.
The snake in the stone was still watching Harry; apparently sleeping, but it knew better. Harry was in something similar to a trance and there was still the possibility that he would pass the test or at least, it was safe to say that he would survived because of the color of his aura, another one that scape, but didn't pass.
Hours passed and then it happened.
The taste of Harry changed when the snake took out his tongue to test the condition in which the person -that came in the ancestral mannor of the Isegard telling half-truth things about his origen- was.
Being an Isegard the man had a right to take the test and the snake was really desperate to have a new master, this would be its last chance, at least until a new Isegard was born.
The new flavor along with an increase in his aura of power, the serpent could tell that its time looked in the stone was over.
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Harry woke, for the second time in the past, on the ground or at least that was his first impression because of the very stiff feeling in his back, but it was on the desktop where he was, that did not really help his body feel better by the awkward position in which he had been put there.
Thinking of the desktop, Harry got curious, he certainly did not fall on it, he begin to tumble in his head the question of who or what had put him there.
Could it be a house-elf that he had not noticed? No. The main house despite being in good condition was sealed by the magic. It was the head of the family who give the magic or life so to speak to the mannor. Workers who have magic in the house would be frozen or for a better explanation, they were hibernating until the new master was chosen; even the portraits could not move from the portrait were they were in the time of the head of the family death and have to wait until the new head of family for over a week.
When Harry opened his eyes a wave of magic had spread from his body which had traveled all the land of the house, waking the whole magical creature that was hibernating.
Harry sat on the table and massage on the temples of his head, despite having passed the test, that does not mean that he was not mentally exhausted, even if his body was in excellent condition or better than it was when he had first enter the mannor.
Harry used that time to analyze the changes in him, he felt powerful.
Harry knew that because of the prophecy, his power was equal to that of Voldemort and that make him a wizard of great power.
Compared with other wizards, he could easily say that he was the most powerful one in England, at least during his own time but now he feel that his power had been tripled and not only that but also he had now very important information, the history and secrets of the Isegard family.
The test was very similar to the journal of the Potters in the daily issues of knowledge and memories. All this would be useful, to do with it whatever he wanted in this time.
Recalling the important data on the family that was now his, Harry knew that the three Isegards living in Spain knew that they had a new head of family for their brands and will return as quickly as possible to their ancestral home.
The Isegard being old also had family secrets. One of the them was that Isegard could 'see' and thus make sure to know who was one of them by blood.
All Isegard were born with a mark that was the hallmark of the family of a black snake coiled in a crown of three peaks of silver adorned with emeralds, all of it inside a circle. The mark was a tattoo of black color and could be anywhere in the body, the best thing about this secret was that the mark could only be seen by those of Isegard blood, for which no impostor could claim the Isegard name without showing his or her brand. It was very similar to the control the Black family have with the tree which updated itself every time a child was born legitimate or not.
But the day that someone was accepted as the new head of the family his tattoo change position to be just above the heart, where it is rumored to be the place where it was also the core of a wizard, while being at the same time the entry for the soul.
The head of the family swears by his magic unwittingly to protect the family.
It was at the time a new head was accepted that the others Isegards feel a great pleasure through their brands, the kind of pleasure that the new head of the family have when his eldest offspring is born.
Harry looked directly at the painting which had the snake on the stone and smiled.
Unbuttoning his clothing to expose the top of his chest and looking down to it. Just above where his heart was, the mark of Isegard show itself proudly.
Touching it with reverence, Harry looked back to the serpent "I had never noticed that I had this brand" smiling, continue talking "Just for its touch I feel a great sense of belonging ... this is the first time that I truly feel part of something more great, I feel the love my family and my ancestors have for me and in exchange I vow to protect this family with my life and my power. It will be my descendants to be in charge of this honor "
The snake replied "I suppose you were never able to see your brand, its to be expected; your brand was in the back of your body, right where your neck joins your back"
Harry smiled sadly, he wished he could have found it before, maybe then he would have this feeling of love that he now had "never anything escapes you, Indra. It's good to know that despite being locked up there, you are still good at observing everything around you. Tell me it was you who put me in the desk?" Harry got up from the desk and raising to his given height of six feet three inches stood elegantly; the snake give a nod and Harry smile got widder "I need not ask how you knew where my mark was, being the guardian of this family you can see the marks even if they are covered by clothes to better fulfill your mission, to protect the head of the family "
"It has been a long time with you coiled in that stone, it must have been tiring when you've always had much freedom, even if you can not be that far away from the one you are protecting" speak Harry with some sadness and great happiness to see the soon to be free guardian of the head of the family, while he approached the wall where the painting was "Lets go Indra, it is time for you to be with me" replied Harry stretching his hand towards the painting and touching with it what feel as scales of snake; in a whisper that was only high enough to be heard by the snake "I free you from the rock on which is founded our family, your loyalty as guardian, is only to me"
The serpent bright in a dark green and blue flashes in seconds, the snake started to get into the skin of Harry as if it was a tattoo that moved.
The snake was changing colors while moving from the hand, to the arm and then to the chest; to get to the place where the brand of the Isegard was, Indra became a black color with green eyes so bright as Harry's for a few moments and was absorbed by the brand which twinkle in a beautiful emerald green and shining when the brand turn three turns to the right one to the left and the symbol being upside down, the glow faded and from the brand Indra came out again, this time heading towards Harry's neck and then back toward the brand of the Isegard leaving it as the place where its tail and head touched, leaving a tattoo that changes color based on the light and that still surrounds the neck of Harry as a necklace, with some parts in the way of "s"
Harry turned his gaze to the shattered door and knew that if he wanted to do what he was thinking, he first had to fix it or else run the risk that a portrait or a house-elf saw one of the most important secrets of the family, perhaps the most important, that only the heads of family had knowledge and access.
Harry could only sigh thinking of spells that could help him rebuild the door with even better protection than the previous one and that only because of a miracle had he came to destroy.
The manor was reinforced with magic from the head of the family who lived there and having spent twenty years without an owner, had weakened the mansion by spreading that magic in the hibernation of the magical creatures that inhabited the house at the time that the head of the family had died, instead of the segurity of the furniture; besides, the products of the Weasley's twins were very good when it came to destroy.
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At a party in the Ancestral Manor of the Vega in Spain, was carried out a feast that would be the first to open the first season of the year in high society.
The main hall was beautifully decorated with the latest fashion colors of spring, the snacks made at one of the finest restaurants were offered to any guest, and music if somewhat tenuous, could be heard throughout the hall and people danced with great elegance and those who began to be presented to the high society tried to behave the right way to make a good impression.
In the midst of this event in one of the gardens a cry of pure ecstasy was heard, but failed to disturb the party's main hall, the scream had not been high enough.
A young lady sitting under a tree was overloaded trying to regain her breathing and composure, she wore an elegant gown of wine color, highlighted her pale skin and black hair fell to cover her back.
A smile formed in her red lips and then laugh break the silence that had came after her scream.
"It's time to go home, a new king has been crowned" the girl whispered.
"Our new king must be powerful, if he passed the test of which we only were able to escape" replied a man who appeared to be in his fifties, but with wizards you could never know for sure.
The girl turned to see him "I did not know that someone of our blood had not take the test"
"No matter who he is, even if he is not legitimate, what is important is that we now have one. Our family will return to its power under his leadership" said the man from a nearby tree and continued looking at the sky; this time whispering to himself "Crowned at this time, the moon is smiling at you. Must be ..." Smiling, the man continue speaking "Androcles was the only Isegard which was chosen by this date, almost four centuries of that, I hope that history would repeat itself, we will arrive to the glory with him"
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Elsewhere in Spain, a dark alley, a shadow could be seen, six feet one inch of height.
From the shadows just a phrase was heard "royalty for only one, I am loyal only to you"
Things were going to be interesting.