It has been over 5000 years since the fall of the Wizarding World. This fall affected the whole world in ways no one expected. Magic did not take kindly to her users being killed and so formed itself in a way that everyone had the chance to use her and could not get rid of her. Soon ninjas were created and blood soaked the Earth. Magic is a very vindictive being.

Demons began to roam the earth as well, created by a vengeful Magic. However, the Demons were soon captured and sealed away and Magic gained its last vengeful desire. Magic began to help the Earth and its people, and left judgment up to the people, only stepping in when she thought was necessary.

But now, someone that her old people had sealed away for eternity was being awakened and she was sickened by what some of her favorite people had let power do to them. Magic allowed this person to awaken her only son and let them face the consequences of waking up such a being.

This is where this particular story starts.

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Someone was trying to awaken him.

Forcefully.

Trying to control him.

That will never happen.

He wouldn't allow it.

Kill him. Torture him. Make him pay for his wrong doings. To the world. To me. Make him suffer.

He would do anything for her.

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Green eyes slid open and wind caressed pale skin. Long locks of garnet fluttered behind a slim figure. Said figure was draped in a loose, deep forest green furisode, with silver trimming and sash. A worn and tattered, leather bound handle of a long sword was tucked away at the base of a back and black painted finger nails were tapered into fine claws. Spidery fingers shifted and slithered into the sleeves of the other's.

Bare feet made no noise against the soft cushion of the ground beneath and it hummed happily at his presence. "Guide me," a soft, lilting baritone murmured quietly. In response to the command a dropping tree branch reached out and curled against his cheek. The grass at the edges of the path under him tickled his ankles and the wind whispered tauntingly in his ear.

As he walked ivy broke away from its family and threaded through his thigh length hair, braiding it sloppily, but tightly, curling around the end as a sort of make shift tie after swirling a lot of it against the base of his head. When it was done his hair was braided and twisted in a spiral, with the rest of the braid coming from the middle and ending at the base of his shoulder braids. Ivy pinned the hair in strategic places as it threaded itself in the son's hair.

Finally, the mysterious figure broke into a clearing, where two people that had caused his mother great pain stood, discussing something. "The best part of this technique is that it poses no risk to the user at all."

"Oh, but it does, you see," the figure replied, eyes closing into upside down U's. The two figures whipped their heads in his direction. Before they could react the man flicked his hand back and forth and continued, eyes sliding open into slits, "It corrodes the soul and soon, it will be entirely black, and you will cease to exist."

Madara tried to demand who this was, but he found that he could not move his body at all. Quickly getting frustrated he tried to move his body to kill the insolent man. All he got was a nasty shock rippling through his body. The newcomer wagged his finger, shaking his head, "Tsk, tsk. Do not try to come at me with the intent to kill, when you have upset Mother greatly."

His eyes slid open fully to reveal glowing, emerald colored eyes that seemed to have a bright acid like quality to them. He clicked his tongue, "You made a very big mistake in summoning me, young ones."

Orochimaru's eyes widened slightly. "It can't be…," he murmured breathlessly. He looked surprised slightly to hear his own voice but the great awe he was feeling at seeing such a being overrode greatly. Madara snarled, not liking the idea of him not knowing something.

"Who are you?" he snapped, briefly shocked he could speak.

The mysterious person's lips curled into a smile and he began to walk towards him. Before his very eyes the grass grew and tried to touch the feet of this person and the tree branches seem to reach out towards him as the wind whipped around happily, whistling.

"I am Mother's only child, Harry Potter, or Potter Harry, and you have greatly upset Mother. For that I am here to unwind what you have wrought against her."

Madara never had a chance to ask who this "Mother" was and Orochimaru never got to see daylight again.

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FIN