So I was going to combine certain aspects from The Rise of House Potter, Black ascension, Knowledge is power.
From the Rise of House Potter I was thinking on having the benevolent Dumbledore, as I don't mind the manipulative/evil ones, but I prefer a nicer Dumbles. I'll have an asshole Ron, ginny, bossy Hermione. I was also thinking for harry to die and be sent back in time by the entity Death, in a world where he'd be raised by Remus. He'd have full knowledge of the future and have all of Voldemort's memories and powers from the horcrux which he absorbs during his possession in the MoM. There would be some chapter copied over almost word for word, switching words where I see fit.
From Black Ascension, I was thinking on Hedwig dying (through natural causes) and being reborn as a Hellfire phoenix, Harry's bonded familiar. I was then going to implement the Grims Guild, which I think is a fucking amazing idea and I cannot get over re reading the story. I'm not sure if I want to rename Harry to Seraph, like he did in the story. But I might have him combine the Potter and Black Families into one, and maybe he and Sirius could be father and son, like in this story. Not sure, I'll work it out with time though. I was also thinking for him to become part vampire, like the story, but half vampire instead of 1/8 vampire or whatever it was. AND Luna wouldn't be bonded to him. Eventually, I'll have him fully rebuild the guild and then have Moody and Moony teaching in the Black Alley, and then others like Nymphadora, the twins, Sirius, Archades, Cedric, Rodger Davies, maybe Blaise Zabini, maybe Theodore Nott, possibly Bill and Charlie and a couple more OC's in there.
From Knowledge is power, which is extremely similar to the Rise of House Potter, I was going to have him be pursing the Slytherin diaries, and opening them to find a cure for his mother, who was tortured into insanity by Bellatrix LeStrange and is in the permanent mental care in Saint Mungo's.
Long summary short, harry may or may not be sirius' son, he gets killed by Voldemort and gets sent back in time, two years older than he was before, the memories of his past life, Voldemort's life, and the life of the kid he took the body from all connect and he relives his life in a world where Neville is the boy who lived, he is raised by Remus, his possibly non biological dad is dead, while his possibly biological dad is in Azkaban, his mother is insane, he finds out what the Guild is, he makes some friends in the goblin nation (no he doesn't control them because he's the Peverell Heir or some bullshit) and manages the Potter finances.
By the way, I mentioned he'd combine the Potter and Black families, this wouldn't happen for a while, past his fifth year which is (in the cannon) when he broke out of Azkaban, because remember, Neville is two years younger. Or maybe I could get Harry to get thrown into Azkaban deliberately, and he can then break out, like in the Rise of House Potter.
This is all in the thinking stage at the moment, because there's a lot of differences in the three stories, and obviously I shouldn't just copy the stories, I need to think of my own parts. And hopefully I don't give up on this like the other two writers, because I am addicted to the stories.
(To anyone who didn't realize, Rise of House Potter and Knowledge is Power are basically the same, but the former Harry died and came back to life in an alternate dimension, the alternate dimension was the latter story.)
Harry Potter was in an angry mood. No, he was beyond furious now as he watched Bellatrix Lestrange run across the hall of the atrium, all the while shouting and taunting him. The cries of "I killed Sirius Black" hit his ears with force of a battering ram every time the witch in front of him shouted it gleefully for all heaven and hell to hear. His head was pounding furiously and his scar twitched as like never before. For the first time in his short life, Harry wanted to kill.
His wand moved as if magic itself was prompting him. Aiming his wand at the deranged witch, his lips moved by themselves.
"Avada Kedavra"
The jagged green light erupted from his wand like a lightning bolt and struck the witch in the back. Bellatrix stopped running immediately as she was thrown off her feet in the air and turned towards Harry in slow motion in mid-flight. Her eyes seemed surprised for the tiniest second before they erupted into balls of black fire.
"You want to duel me, Potter?", Bellatrix spoke as she landed back on the ground on a crouch. Her voice was no longer that baby like sound that he had immediately loathed. Instead, it was a much deeper and deadly voice as Harry suddenly realized that his attempt to kill the woman had failed.
"You wish to kill me, Potter?", Bellatrix almost seemed surprised at the words that she spoke and then continued in the same vein. "You tried to kill me. That is surprising", she muttered to herself as if in a trance and slowly moved an errant strand of hair from her face. "But you failed to kill me. You do not have the will", she smiled now and said, "Let me teach you, Potter. Let me teach you the art of killing." Saying that, Bellatrix moved her wand in a whip like motion and streams of black lightning erupted from her wand. Harry swore at the incoming lightning and dived away but was struck by one of the lightning spears. Harry felt a blistering pain on his left foot and he almost emptied his stomach when he saw what the curse had done. His skin had been peeled away and his flesh looked as if it had been put into a burning cauldaron
"I am not going to kill you, Harry Potter. For that honor belongs to my master. But I will surely cause you pain that will make you wish that you had died along with that useless mutt of your godfather. You will wish that I had put you down like I put down that dog at the department of Ministries", she spoke as she approached the boy.
Harry cursed himself. He knew that while he did not have much expertise in the spell knowledge department. But he did have one advantage, his prodigious magical core. Most adult wizards did not have the magical core available to them that Harry had at the tender age of fifteen. So he did the one thing he had been avoiding doing during the whole battle in fear of causing collateral damage, he started overpowering his spells.
Harry yelled a, "Confringo Maxima" which destroyed the Atrium floor and the backlash threw Bellatrix against a wall. Harry limped on towards the insane woman who seemed to have lost consciousness. But as he came closer to the woman, Bellatrix leapt to her feet and again spears of black lightning erupted from her wand. But this time Harry was ready. Moving his wand in a circular motion, he uttered, "abarona Miecha!", a bright circular dome appeared in front of Harry and the lightning spears were all reflected back at the alarmed looking Bellatrix. She dived to the floor to avoid the coming projectiles but unfortunately for her, her head struck a stone that had been blasted apart by Harry's blasting curse and she slid to the floor unconscious. Harry was breathing heavily as he limped towards the witch once again, now warily. From where the knowledge of the shield spell had come to him did not concern him at the moment. All he wanted was to kill the woman in front of him. He pointed his wand at the woman who had killed Sirius and wanting to kill her for taking the last person resembling a parent to him but he could not say the words this time. It was as if his mind was being drawn into a battlefield and there were two warring factions in there. His scar was already hurting too much. His left foot had been butchered open and he had lost his godfather already.
Suddenly, Harry felt another searing jolt of pain shoot through his scar and he knew that Voldemort was here. Slowly turning around, he saw Voldemort tall, thin and black-hooded, his terrible snakelike face white and gaunt, his scarlet, slit-pupilled eyes staring . . . Lord Voldemort had appeared in the middle of the hall standing on the other side of the Atrium, looking thoroughly bored with the situation.
"You came", Harry muttered, "Just like every time, you send your lackeys to do the hard work and then you come to pose for the photos." Normally, Voldemort would have been angered by the comment but this time, his lipless mouth pulled into a smirk.
"Ah, Harry. It has been a long time since we saw each other. When did we last meet? I do not remember exactly", Voldemort taunted as he walked along the walls of the atrium.
Harry grit his teeth as he replied, "You know bloody well, you bastard son of a squib."
"Yes, now I remember. We met last year at my rebirth day ceremony, don't you remember? A young man named Cedric was tragically killed that day. A shame that, he was a fine boy. Now, today we meet again and now Sirius Black has been killed. The last heir of Black is dead sadly. We have to stop meeting up like this, Harry. It does not look good to me that whenever we reunite, someone always has to die", Voldemort grinned, though slightly annoyed at Harry's comment.
Harry was about to reply but Voldemort cut him off yet again. He spoke, now in a hissing voice and Harry realized that Voldemort was speaking in parseltongue, "You have defeated my greatest follower. It seems that I have underestimated you again. Would you kill her, I wonder? I know you tried to earlier but the killing curse was….. Off colour, I suppose I can say. Let me give you another chance", he summoned Bellatrix's body with a wave of his wand to Harry's feet.
"Kill her Harry. You know the words. Two simple words, Harry Potter that will rid this world of an insane woman. She took Sirius from you, Harry. Take her life as vengeance for Sirius's Death. Just two words, Harry Potter" As Voldemort was saying this, he seemed to float through the air towards him and stood in front of him. The man walked around Harry with his hands behind him as he spoke, in a manner that would have befitted a teacher more than a Dark Lord.
Harry raised his wand and aimed it at Bellatrix and started uttering the syllable of the killing curse as Voldemort looked approvingly from beside him. Justas Harry spoke the last syllable; he turned his wand at Voldemort. The green jet of light once again erupted from his wand and flew at Voldemort who apparated away. Harry was backhanded by Voldemort who had apparated behind him. Harry was thrown on the floor as two of his teeth broke by the strength of the blow.
"Pathetic", Voldemort sneered as he looked at the downed boy. He banished Bellatrix's body to a corner and walked towards Harry. Harry slowly got up to his feet, still favouring his left foot. Harry tried to raise his wand but Voldemort slashed his wand through the air, conjuring a silver bullet which Harry barely dodged. He shot off three blasting spells at full power at Voldemort which Voldemort evaded with a golden shield.
"Do you want to play, Harry? We duelled last year and you fled like a coward. Very well, I will give you one last chance, Shall I?", Voldemort finished his monologue with an elaborate bow. Harry bowed awkwardly; he knew that trying to resist Voldemort because of his pride was a useless pastime which he did not want to get into this time.
"And now, we begin", Voldemort once more slashed his wand through the air and burning flames appeared from his wand. Harry hastily conjured the shield he had used before which seemed to hold up against the fire. Voldemort looked intrigued by the shield as he stopped the fire that he had been pouring on it.
"Interesting shield, Harry. I wonder where did you learn to conjure it? Certainly not Hogwarts, for I am sure Dumbledore would kill himself before he taught any students of his any powerful spells", Voldemort asked curiously.
"I don't know", Harry said tersely as he sent off a blast of fire in Voldemort's direction who simply conjured water to douse it.
"You don't know", Voldemort said mirthlessly as he sent a killing curse towards Harry who dodged. "You Potter; are the most idiotic rival I have ever made. But you won't be one for much longer. You have been a thorn in my side for too long. I have nothing more to say to you, Potter,' he said quietly. 'You have irked me too often, for too long. AVADA KEDAVRA!'
This time, the green jet of light came at Harry with such pace that he knew that his time was up. But he was not sad. Instead, he welcomed death. Finally, he would be united with all those who loved him. He closed his eyes and opened his hands wide as if to welcome the death rushing towards him. But the headless golden statue of the wizard in the fountain had sprung alive, leaping from its plinth to land with a crash on the floor between Harry and Voldemort. The spell merely glanced off its chest as the statue flung out its arms to protect Harry.
"What?", Voldemort said incredulously before he saw another spell heading his way. Voldemort turned his body into mist as the spell passed through him. Solidifying, he looked in the direction from where the spell had come and saw a tall thin bearded figure wearing half-moon spectacles and magenta coloured robes striding towards him.
"Dumbledore", Voldemort breathed, "About time you got here, headmaster. For your student was about to be killed. But that is how you portray yourself, isn't it? A saviour, always here in the nick of time, ready to defeat the villain. You have always been a show-off, Dumbledore."
Voldemort raised his wand and another jet of green light streaked at Dumbledore, who turned and was gone in a whirling of his cloak. He reappeared beside the golden fountain as he animated the figures in the fountain with a twist of his wand. All of them ran straight at the Dark Lord who conjured golden flames that burned the statues to ashes. Dumbledore cast another spell that forced Voldemort to conjure a shield. However, the shield was blown apart and Voldemort was thrown on the ground. Now looking enraged, Voldemort sent out huge flaming snakes at Dumbledore who once again dissapparated away. The snake finding its original target gone struck at Harry who once again cast, "abarona Miecha!" The bright circular dome like shield once again appeared before Harry and was able to hold the snake at bay. On the other side, Voldemort had sent flaming spears at Dumbledore who had sent a huge gust of wind at them causing them to change their path. Dumbledore for his part waved his wand and sent a golden spear of light at Voldemort who deflected it at the ceiling.
Voldemort attacked Dumbledore with a jet of black light which Dumbledore countered with a jet of blue light. As the spells collided in mid-air, it produced a heating dripping magma effect which reminded Harry of the Priori Incantatem effect from last June. Voldemort slashed his wand to break the connection and with his hand, quickly breathed fiendfire and conjured yet another huge, fiery serpent at Dumbledore. Dumbledore slashed his wand in a flick like movement, dispelling the flames. Dumbledore then stole the flames for himself whirling them into a fiery ring like mass, and sent them hurtling towards Voldemort. Voldemort likewise defended himself by pushing the fire passed and around him causing the flames to disappear into nothingness.
Dumbledore pointed his wand at the water in the fountain and then non-verbally casted a hydro-kinetic spell, where he drew the waters of the Fountain of Magical Brethren so that it erupted and flew out surrounding and encasing Lord Voldemort inside an enchanted prison of water in an attempt to drown him and finish the duel. Harry watched awestruck at the level of power that Dumbledore and Voldemort seemed to wield with simple flicks of the wand.
Harry thought that Dumbledore had won as Voldemort seemed to be having no idea how to break out of the continuously sculpting and rotating circle of water around him. But Harry had forgotten one factor of the duel. Bellatrix had regained consciousness and was now aiming at Dumbledore. The green jet of light of shot at Dumbledore's back while he was still fixed on drowning Voldemort. Harry moved quickly and dived at Dumbledore knocking him down on the floor as the killing curse flew over them. Dumbledore at first looked surprised at being tackled by Harry before he saw the killing curse blasting apart the walls of the ministry atrium.
They both slowly got to their feet as Dumbledore said, "Thank You, Harry. Once again, I am indebted to you, my boy—"
"How touching", Voldemort was back and this time Bellatrix was standing at his side, smirking. "Teacher and Pupil side by side saving each other. One would say you both were too close to each other, you know-"
Dumbledore had sent another golden spear at the Dark Lord who summoned the broken head of the witch statue as a shield. The statue was blasted into dust as Voldemort then cast a large, continuous torrent of darkness towards Harry, but Dumbledore held it back with an exceedingly powerful charm In a second attack, Voldemort gathered the black energy into a ball of incandescent light, which he released with roar, sending the energy in all directions; this explosion of Dark energy knocked over Dumbledore and Harry and caused all the windows in the Atrium to shatter. Dumbledore hurriedly got up to shield only to be blown away by another torrent of the black energy. Harry was thrown up against the wall and watched, dazed as both Bellatrix and Voldemort advanced towards the fallen wizard. With a roar of anger, Harry let loose a ball of white lightning at the two. Voldemort looked at the incoming ball of lightning with an expression akin to surprise and fear and dissapparated away while Bellatrix took the full brunt of the attack. Her face was badly blistered and her wand hand been reduced to bones. The witch somehow managed to crawl to the nearest floo exit and disappeared. Harry swore but then turned towards the headmaster who had managed to sit up.
"My boy, you managed to drive them off. I always knew you were capable of great things-"
Harry choked as Dumbledore continued to speak, and then dropped like a sack on the floor. Harry's scar burst open and he knew he was dead: it was pain beyond imagining, pain past endurance –
His eyes were switching rapidly between their original emerald green colour and the vivid red of Voldemort's eyes. Dumbledore watched on in horror as Harry's mouth opened but another voice spoke now.
"You fought well, Harry. But now one of us must die. Who will it be?", the voice spoke to itself but now it turned to Dumbledore, "
'Kill me now Dumbledore ...'
Blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again...
'If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy ...'
Let the pain stop, thought Harry ... let him kill us ... end it, Dumbledore ... death is nothing compared to this...
And I'll see Sirius again...
And as Harry's heart filled with emotion, the creature's coils loosened, the pain was slowly lessening. Bolstered, Harry pushed ... he thought of his parents, how they had with their dying breath tried to save him, how they also had, even beyond the grave done the same thing again years later.
He thought of Sirius again; how he had offered Harry a chance to be away from the Dursleys forever, a chance for a new life, and a link to his deceased parents, and the feeling in him swelled.
Harry had never realized it before but the horcrux that had been created inside him by Voldemort by an accident had been thriving of Harry's negative emotions. All those years at the Dursleys had actually strengthened the horcrux in Harry with the hate that the Dursleys showered Harry with. But now, as Harry's heart filled with love fully for the first time and he pushed all hate out of his mind, the horcrux felt vulnerable for the first time in its existence. What Tom Riddle had not considered while creating horcruxes were that one magical historian had loudly proclaimed that, "Tamper with the deepest mysteries — the source of life, the essence of self— only if prepared for consequences of the most extreme and dangerous kind."
The exact consequences mentioned in the law are not known, only vaguely stated to be "of the most extreme and dangerous kind." And the creation of a horcrux evoked the law, tampering with the essence of self or rather "dividing what was clearly not meant to be divided...body and soul." Creating a horcrux was one of the most negative rituals that had ever been created during magical history. It ripped all positive emotions from the mind of the horcrux creator. And that was the reason why Voldemort could not face the power of love. The horcrux shied away from the power that was not known to it. One of the side-effects was the "dehumanizing" effect the mutilation of one's soul is said to have. The more Horcruxes one created the less human they become, both emotionally and physically. It logically follows that if one becomes dehumanized by Horcrux creation then they will take less stock of morality in general, increasing the likelihood that they will create another Horcrux, which would in turn make them less human and hence less moral, which further increases their likelihood of making more Horcruxes and so on. In other words, Horcrux creation may be thought of as a "slippery slope" or "downward spiral" until one reaches the limit, at which point no more Horcruxes may be made.
Inside the mind of Harry Potter, a small black mass of fighting with a white ball of magic for the control of the host. If Harry Potter had been in a normal condition, he would have been able to fight it off quite easily. But now, since the boy had gone through the loss of his godfather, expending the large amount of magical energy needed to fight off Voldemort and Bellatrix, he was at a stalemate. So, the ball of magic did the only thing it could. It encircled the foul black mass and slowly but surely pulled it into itself and absorbed all the memories and the magical reserves that soul container possessed. The strength of the memories would have permanently damaged Harry's mind so the memories were encased away in a separate part of Harry's mind from where the memories would slowly leak away in time.
Far away, in one of the deepest vaults of Gringotts, a blood curdling scream occurred and a distinctive crack appeared on the long lost cup of Helga Hufflepuff. In the hiding room of Room of Requirement, a diadem let off a piercing scream as a blood red tar like substance oozed out of the headpiece of Rowena Ravenclaw. In an abandoned shack of Little Hangleton, a ring kept in a plain black box sat simply as a black wraith like substance was forced out of it. And finally, Nagini the massive snake of the Dark Lord Voldemort let out a piercing shriek as she seemed to vomit a black oozing mass which quickly vanished. A golden locket in the rubbish heap of Grimmauld Place was suddenly thrust open, and the glass inside shattered, splattering the floor black ooze of Voldemorts soul. A bloodcurdling scream then shattered the abrupt silence as the malignant black mass in front of Harry himself disappeared.
Voldemort did not know what was going on with Harry's soul but he could sense the love still coursing through Harry. Not being able to bear the agony of it, he let go the body of Harry and materialized above Harry and appeared to non-verbally cast some form of Shield Charm around himself and Harry. A faint ring of sand encircled them, floating in mid-air, and whilst Dumbledore seemed to be touching the edge of the barrier, his gaze appeared to be fixed on Voldemort.
Voldemort leaned down and touched Harry's scar which seemed to be receding into itself. Just as he was about to utter another curse at the boy, the ministry floos flared up and dozens of people burst out of them and stopped when they saw the Dark Lord standing over the disgraced boy who lived and the most powerful wizard of Britain, seemingly victorious. But then, they saw Voldemort being forced away by a force that came from within Harry and the Dark Lord dissapparated in another whirlwind of sand.
Harry opened his eyes to find himself staring at the floor of the ministry atrium with a pounding head. The wet feeling on his forehead coupled with the coppery smell of blood, the feral smell of ooze, and the pain in his scar told him that it had burst open and was bleeding. Harry then slowly and gingerly got to his feet using the wall for support.
As he got up, he absently noticed that a few wisps of a foul looking black smoke had come out of his scar. Disoriented, he barely noticed as Voldemort disappeared in a whirlwind of mist in front of the minister and half of the ministry.
And there were voices echoing through the hall, more voices than there should have been . . . Harry shook his head to rid himself of the pounding headache and looked on as Albus Dumbledore approached him warily.
"Are you all right, Harry?"
"Ye-No, Not in the slightest,' said Harry, shaking so violently he could not hold his head up properly. 'No, I'm - where's Voldemort, where - who are all these - what's - '
The Atrium was full of people; the floor was reflecting the emerald green flames that had burst into fire in all the fireplaces along one wall; and streams of witches and wizards were emerging from them. They both looked up as the sound of two sets of footsteps approached in their direction. They were Cornelius Fudge and Madam Amelia Bones.
Harry was currently seating in a ministry holding cell. After the minister had got his wits around him, he had ordered the arrest for Harry for the wilful destruction of property of the Ministry. Riding roughshod over Dumbledore's protests, he let Auror Robards arrest him and put him into his current room. But he did not care what the minister did to him anymore. He felt bone tired and just wished to lie down but the hard mattress provided in the cell could hardly rank near the top of the Ministry hospitality arrangements and thus his back ached as he put himself on the floor which was at least smoother than the mattress which was covered in what looked like straw bristles. His left foot also ached tremendously where Bellatrix had removed all flesh and skin from his leg. During the battle, he had put on a numbing charm on the wound but now the charm was slowly wearing off and the pain in the foot peaked every time Harry moved. His wand had also been seized at his arrest and he couldn't even redo the charm on his leg. Eventually, Harry heard a quiet set of footsteps coming towards his cell and he looked up to see Dumbledore approaching his cell. Waving his wand, he opened the door and said, "Come, Harry. We have been summoned."
"To another kangaroo trial, Professor", Harry asked as he limped to his feet. Dumbledore looked at his injured foot and frowned before waving his wand again as bandages wrapped tightly around his wound.
"I am afraid healing is not one of my repertoires. Though where we are going, your foot will be attended to appropriately. As for your question, it is merely so we can tell the esteemed minister our version of events", Harry did not miss the sarcasm in Dumbledore's voice when he called the minister esteemed.
"And", Harry sensed that more was coming. Dumbledore sighed.
"I am afraid that your main family vault has been seized in order to pay for the damage you did to the ministry personnel. Since, your family vault was of not much value, I will also have to shoulder some of the payment. Though your trust vault and artefacts vault is intact", Dumbledore finished brightly as they entered the lift and it moved up clanging.
Harry was inwardly furious but he decided not to show any emotions now. He managed to bite out, "And those you accompanied me and the people of the Order?"
"Oh, they have been declared not guilty. Apparently, you and I hoodwinked them into following us so we both are paying for the damages. Shortcomings for being a leader, I am afraid", Dumbledore said humorously, with a wink. "Though I daresay, you won't be having a shortage of finances for too long. Sirius has died", for the first time Dumbledore's voice turned melancholy, "And I don't doubt that he has left you the bulk of the Black estates"
Harry did not say anything at the mention of Sirius, simply replying, "Well, at least I am financially covered."
"Indeed", Dumbledore replied as they came out of the lift.
"So, he who must not be named was just having a stroll in the ministry with his death eaters when as if by some premonition, Potter appears with a band of school mates to confront him. And out of the blue, the members of that vigilante group of yours also burst into the battle and they all were shortly joined by you, Dumbledore? Forgive me, but this all sounds to me nothing more than a load of bollocks, Dumbledore", Fudge snapped out.
They were currently seated in the Minister's office. Harry and Dumbledore, both of them had suffered injuries in the fight and had been patched up by a ministry healer. They both had been joined the minister himself and the head of the Magical Law enforcement, Madam Amelia Bones. Currently, all the death eaters were being rounded up the Unspeakables, since they had infiltrated the Department of Mysteries which was the Unspeakables' domain. Harry's friends had sent been back to the school hospital wing for treatment.
"Tell me the truth, Dumbledore", Fudge all but demanded. Madam Bones rubbed the bridge of her nose as Dumbledore shook his head in exasperation at the fool of a minister. Only, Harry did not do anything. He seemed to straight ahead at the Minister's head.
"I am trying to tell you, Cornelius-", he was interrupted by Fudge, "If you do not tell me the truth, Dumbledore, I warn you that I will put Harry Potter back in a ministry holding cell and if necessary, in a cell in Azkaban."
Madam Bones started while Dumbledore got up from his chair when Harry spoke, "You won't dare to, Fudge"
"I beg your pardon", Fudge said, glaring at Harry.
Harry slowly looked at Fudge's eyes and said softly, "I said that you won't dare to put me anywhere."
"Oh, And I wonder exactly why, Potter. This ministry does not run on your whims, like Hogwarts did under Dumbledore's tenure as headmaster", Fudge bit back.
Harry chuckled darkly, "Oh, I will tell you alright, Fudge. You see, when you burst into the scene at the Ministry Atrium, you saw me driving off Voldemort. Unfortunately for you, this was seen by several journalists of the Daily Planet and several other employees of the ministry. If I am right, the news of the battle is spreading fast now among the citizens of the wizarding world. So, if you attempt to throw me anywhere, how long do you calculate will you last in this office before the wizarding mob devours you for putting their saviour in Azkaban?" Fudge's face was as red as a tomato as he fidgeted in his seat and tried to come up with a reply. There was an atmosphere was tension spreading in the room. Nobody in the room would doubt that it was Harry who held all the cards currently.
"Perhaps, we could all view the memory of the evening", Madam Bones suggested as Dumbledore concurred with a nod though his eyes were twinkling. The minister seemed to be considering it before he acquiesced to the request. Waving his wand at a cupboard, the door opened and an ornate pensieve, not unlike the one that Harry had seen in Dumbledore's office came floating out.
"I think you should take my memories since I saw it all", Harry said. When the others nodded, Harry put his wand to his temple and slowly drew out the memory of the evening and put it in the minister's pensieve. He had begun with the interrogation at Umbridge's office since that would implicate her for various crimes and she would be out of Hogwarts faster than she could utter 'mudblood'. He had also erased the memories of Grawp from the memories that he was sharing since he did not want Hagrid to get into trouble.
As the others went into the pensieve, Harry sat down on his chair and closed his eyes for the first time in the evening. Within a few minutes, the three of them returned and Fudge poured himself and Madam Bones a glass of whiskey. They both drank in silence for a few minutes while Dumbledore sat beside Harry, his head bowed as if in supplication.
"You are both free to leave.", Fudge eventually spoke. "In fact, use my private floo. There will be too many people out there right now." As the two prepared to leave via the floo, Fudge finally called out, "Mr. Potter", as Harry turned back towards the minister's weary face; he spoke, "I am sorry about your godfather."
Harry nodded and as he was about to follow the Headmaster into the floo, he was called back by Madam Bones, "Mr. Potter, never use a killing curse again. Otherwise, saviour or not, I will have you in Azkaban". Harry nodded and said, "Madam" and then stepped into the floo yelling, "Hogwarts Headmaster's office" and disappeared into the green flames.
Harry stumbled out of Dumbledore's office about an hour later, his mind a swirl of many different emotions; chief among which was anger, grief and shock followed by a deep sense of betrayal. Just a few minutes back Dumbledore had seen fit to finally open up to Harry and tell him things he ought to have known much earlier. Suffice to say, Harry was not pleased with Dumbledore's earlier reticence.
Underlying it all was a rather peculiar emotion that Harry was feeling, he could not name it. Though if pressed, he would describe it as 'disorientation'.
As it was, Harry could scarcely believe that it was still morning. Right now, he felt like going to sleep and not waking up. Ever.
Harry started towards the Gryffindor tower only to stop halfway. He was in no mood for human company right now, much less the company of vapid, snivelling, immature teenagers. He needed to think, to sort out the mess that was his head. A place not many people knew about.
Pondering this, he finally came to a decision, and, mind made up, he directed his feet towards the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, where, after thinking of a peaceful place to rest and think, walked into the door which materialized on the blank stretch of wall opposite the tapestry.
Harry stepped into the Room of Requirement to find what looked like a small meadow under a cloudless sky. He lay down on a slight protrusion in the middle of the field to find that it did not feel like what he expected the ground to feel like. It was as soft as his four-poster in the Gryffindor dorm; in fact, he would say that it felt even more comfortable than his dorm bed. It was a decidedly odd if comfortable sensation, Harry thought absently before turning his thoughts to what had just happened.
Harry's thoughts turned to Sirius as he contemplated the reason why he was here instead of Gryffindor tower. He had known that Sirius wasn't an ideal parental figure. He sometimes saw James Potter instead of Harry. The man had been brash and reckless. He was extremely prejudiced towards certain people and had once almost led to the death of Severus Snape when the later had been only sixteen years old. But he had still looked out for Harry's interests and that was what hurt Harry the most. That Sirius was dead because he had been looking out for Harry's interests.
There was the fact that his godfather had died, and here Harry's eyes started to glisten; Sirius was the first adult in Harry's life who actually cared for him and only him. Sure, he had Mrs. Weasley and Remus, but they weren't the same. Mrs. Weasley was his friend's mother and he really didn't know Remus that well comparatively. Harry wasn't blind to Sirius' faults, he knew that Sirius tended to act before thinking, and was also, Harry mused, slightly delusional and immature, but then again, he had been locked up for quite a long time, the Dementors definitely had to have an effect on his mind. Either that, or insanity runs in the Black Family, Harry thought wryly, thinking of Bellatrix and how sadistically crazy she was.
His mood darkened as he thought of Bellatrix, Harry scowled as he saw her sneering face in his mind's eye. One day, I'll kill that bitch, he thought with malevolence imagining her form writhing under his wand in pain.
Harry abruptly stopped as he realised the rather violent directions his thoughts had taken. He didn't want to torture Bellatrix, did he? But a small part of him that he had not heard of before did. It craved her blood, the sound of her tortured screams; the satisfaction of watching the pain in her eyes as life slowly and torturously left her body-
At that, Harry snapped out of his thoughts. What was that about? He wondered, certain that he had never felt that way about anyone before, and confused as to why he wasn't truly bothered with it. Shivering, he focused back on the events of the previous few hours.
His mind also went back to what Dumbledore had told him in his office. The prophecy by Trelawney had somehow been leaked to Voldemort who had then proceeded to eliminate those who could pose a threat to him in the future. Harry laughed shakily to himself as he remembered the prophecy—
'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches . . . born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies . . . and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not . . . and 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 . . .'
How Harry could be expected to defeat the most powerful dark Lord in modern times that had the advantage of fifty years of knowledge over him, was simply beyond him. Harry wondered about the vague 'Power he knows not' that the prophecy mentioned. Harry did not know what power that Voldemort had that Harry did not. Their childhoods were so similar that the power couldn't come from that. Voldemort and he had an abusive muggle upbringing. Both half-bloods, jet back hair. They were so eerily similar that they could have been family.
But when he had asked Dumbledore what the power he knows not was supposed to be, the old man had said that his ability to love others was the power that Voldemort was not aware of. Harry snorted inwardly at that. What was he supposed to do…hug Voldemort to death?
Harry was by now bone weary as he sat down on the ground. His emotions were running ragged. At least Dumbledore had promised to train him. He would train by himself even if Dumbledore didn't, Harry vowed to himself. The time was past where he depended on others to save him. Today, both he and Dumbledore had managed to drive off Voldemort together. Harry did not know what the white pulse of energy had been that had emerged from him and almost killed Bellatrix but it sure was effective. He would try to harness that power. Who knew, maybe he would blow Voldemort to bits next time. Come to think of it, Voldemort almost seemed afraid when he saw the burst of energy coming for him.
His thoughts finally turned to the Ministry. The bunch of self-righteous, arse covering prigs did not care for any the people killed in the battle. No, they cared more about the infrastructure that had been destroyed as collateral damage during the fight, along with their public image. At least they had left him his trust vault and all the books and artefacts. The main vault was gone but from what Dumbledore had said, the main vault did not have much left in it either, after dealing with the blood war and Voldemort's first war.
As Harry lied down on the comfortable grass, he was not aware of the battle that was still taking place for his soul. While the horcrux had almost been absorbed by his magic, a part of it was still lying unabsorbed as there was not enough of his magic left to combat. So, his magic started borrowing magic from the surroundings. The surplus magic did not destroy the remnants of the horcrux; instead it formed a series of impenetrable barriers around it that would prevent it from interacting with the main part of Harry's soul. The excess magic also repaired Harry's eyes and also completely healed the malnutrition of his body that would have otherwise plagued Harry for the rest of his life. This also led to expanding of Harry's core and by the time he turned eighteen, he would have a tremendous supply of magical energy to draw from.
He finally drifted off as the events of the night finally took their toll on his body.
Ok, firstly this chapter is basically copied and pasted from The rise of House of Potter from another website, so full shoutout to Batmanrishi for doing the bulk of the work for this. I've just done minor grammatical corrections and better wording. Also, if you notice I say colour instead of color, it's because I'm Australian. And I promise to actually put my own opinions into the story once the plot has been established. Just... It's kind of hard to go from writing 1k words for a school assignment to keeping up with the 6k words a chapter legacy these stories have going for them, you know?
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