PLOT: (VERY AU) Harry Potter is in his final year at Hogwarts and its even more dangerous and action-packed than ever before. Voldemort is searching for an ancient tome, within which is hidden a ritual that would bring to him the powers of the Destroyer. Powers long ago locked away and banished from the Earth by the warriors of light at the time. But once he sets on this quest, things are put into motion to try to prevent it, and Harry Potter is suddenly swept along. Another prophecy, more dangers, war, new weapons, new enemies, new allies, love, friends, and new powers. Super!Harry (but a lot of the main characters are modified to make it so that he's not destroyeverythingintheway!Harry) Can they find the Guardian in time before Voldemort unlocks something that he doesn't fully understand?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own HP nor do I want to, really. Though I do wish to make my own books someday... Anyway, the plot, made-up characters, spells, and so forth are made by me. I do not own any of the original characters, spells, histories and whatnot. Well, what are you reading this for? Start reading the chapter! Hehe.
The Destroyer
It Begins
Somewhere in Europe...
It was a cold night. The sky was clear and the stars shone and twinled brightly. The cloud-like Milky Way trailed throughout the night sky.
A lone figure walked through the woods, its steps light and silent, yet purposeful. Its cloak billowed behind it in silence as it headed for some unknown destination. Every few hundred feet it would stop and gaze around it, as if looking for something, before moving on.
Minutes later, the figure stopped. He stood at the edge of a small cliff, beneath which, deliberately hidden from view, stood a small wooden house. The light from the crescent moon caught the smoke coming from the chimney as the wind carried it off elsewhere.
It was surrounded by dense foliage and very old trees that stood tall and firm. A small beaten path led off to somewhere, the only signs of life other than the smoke from the chimney.
The figure scanned the area and made slight motions with its hand as something was grasped between its long fingers. It glowed briefly before the stick, for that was what it looked like, disappeared as quickly as it had come. It nodded, as if satisfied, before jumping into the air.
One would expect the figure to fall to the ground quickly, possibly breaking some bones, but it did not. Its robe caught the air and trailed behind it while it glided through the air, softly and slowly. With a slight rustle, it landed in front of the house. Standing, the figure turned and observed the house a little closer.
Vines and weeds covered much of the house, which in itself was tilted slightly to the right. The wood looked old, so old in fact it looked petrified. Runes were inscribed on it, partially visible beneath the weeds and vines that covered the house. All the windows were intact, albeit very dusty, and the door looked strong and new.
The figure, after a brief moment of waving the stick again, swiftly moved towards the door and with the stick in hand, made some motion at the door. With a loud bang it blew backwards, into the house, making the house shudder and groan and the ground shake. The leaves on the trees rustled and some animals could be heard scurrying away.
A few bright flashes of light later, the figure stood towering over someone. It was an ancient-looking man whose wrinkles seemed chisled into his skin, which was pale as the moon. He had very thin white hair and one of his eyes was completely white. He cowered before the dark cloaked figure, who seemed to enjoy what it was doing.
"W-W-What d-do you w-w-want?" asked the old man fearfully.
The figure hissed at him and bright red eyes shone from beneath its upraised hood. "You know what I seek. Do not attempt to hide it from me, for I shall find it! Now tell me what I need to know!" replied the figure, its eyes glowing red.
The old man shook his head, unable to form words.
With a flick of its stick, the figure made the old man rise up in the air. It stepped closer to the old man and looked directly into his eyes. "Before the sun rises, old man, you will have told me everything..." it said icily.
The figure's laugh was drowned out by the inhuman yell of the old man.
A short while later, the figure dropped the old man to the ground and smiled. Its long pale fingers took the hood over its head down and showed someone who didn't seem human. It was a man, so pale as if he had never seen the sun. He had slit nostrils and his pupils were like those of a snake while the red glow slowly began to dissapate.
He flicked his stick at the wall, where a secret compartment opened up. An old piece of parchment floated out of it and into his outstretched hand. Inspecting it, he opened the folded up piece of parchment and found himself looking at a map. He quickly folded it up again and tucked it safely into his pocket.
He turned and without a second glance walked out of the small house. He stopped at the edge of the small clearing and turned around, taking one last look at the old house, before he made some abrupt motions with his wand.
In an instant, the house was set ablaze. What had stood there for centuries began to burn away. The wood, the runes, the weeds, the vines, and the old man, whose lifeless eyes stared up as the ceiling collapsed onto him.
The figure's mouth twitched into a slight smile. He had been successful tonight, and by the end of it all he would achieve what he had always dreamed of.
The one thing that he, Lord Voldemort, wanted more than anything else lay at the end of this trail. At the end of this little journey that he had undertaken.
For once it was all finished, he would be the first and last.
He was going to be immortal.
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