AN: THIS IS THE CORRECTED CHAPTER. The only changes are in the AU part of the story. Sorry again about the confusion.
This is the first chap. of my story and I'm going to start with that if you read anything that you have read in another story then know it is unintended on my part and please give me a link for that story as I would like to read the same type of stories. It is hard as it is to come up with something unique and has not been tried before and doesn't sound ridiculous. I'm probably meshing stories that i have read together to come up with something I like and hopefully you too will as it is hard to not be affected by some of the amazing stories I have read over the last six years.
English is not my native language so be patient with me and point out what I did wrong without flaming. And if somebody has some tips to give, please do.
Review so that I know if my efforts are appreciated and believe me when I say that I will not abandon my story. I know what that feels like and would never put you through it.
Disclaimer: Why would anyone even entertain the thought that I own the Harry potter world or ever would, I wouldn't know
Chapter 1
Rain was pouring on the rough and burnt land just outside the nearly crumpled gates of Hogwarts. Amid the chaos of bodies, boulders and trees that was used as clubs for the giants was the 20 yrs old Harry stood staring at the lifeless red eyes of his mortal enemy Voldemort.
The stench of blood, death and decay making his nose itch and the air was almost heavy with the magic in the air. Survivors moaning over their injuries, friend's injuries or dead loved ones but he didn't listen, feeling detached and numb, his injuries felt like an annoying housefly that u couldn't whack away, tingling from enhanced magic in his body healing him as he stood slouched over his nemesis.
The words of the prophecy started floating in his head, "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". 'Live huh' harry thought then started laughing a humorless bitter laugh and he couldn't bring himself to stop. 'there are no friends, no family, nothing to do and nothing to live for' he thought after he had calmed down. 'Now it is just more fame and fan girls' ' May I have your autograph sir? May I have a picture with you sir? ' Harry said sarcastically in a high voice that resembled Dobby the house-elf more than anything.
After a while he sighed then started walking up to the entrance of the chamber of secrets eyes averted so that he wouldn't have to see a friend's corpse. Arriving at the sink, he hissed "Open" and after sliding down and veering off to the bed chambers across from the door to the main chamber. It is partially hidden by a protrusion of the rocky wall and in the shadows that he believed wasn't found by Tom as he didn't seem to find any leftovers of the "teen with mummy and daddy issues". Throwing away the dirty battle robes, basilisk hide and entering the pool like bathroom. 2 hrs later he came out clean but he couldn't shake the heavy ache in his heart and for the 1st time since he could remember, he cried himself to sleep.
The next morning he woke feeling like shit, depressed and numb, most of the wounds he acquired last night already healed leaving behind tender tissue or in case of his broken left wrist, it was faintly throbbing but healing alright. He added a few healing charms to insure the bones healed right. He thanked Merlin for his ritual and spell books that he discovered by pure luck when he was thinking of a way to make himself stronger when it was time to defeat Voldemort.
For the past 3 years he has been a shell, since his friends died. He had been training, eating and sleeping... well at least with the help of sleep potions and sleeping bills. And with the help of Merlin's book which had Merlin's own views and theories on magic; what is it? How it worked? Basics of channeling and enchanting artifacts, ancient spells he had discovered from the old world which was largely useless except for a few warding and enchanting spells. He still marveled at how a genius that guy was to discover many things about magic thousand years ago that to this day even the departments of mysteries are trying to decipher.
Merlin discovered that wizards differed from magical beings by having a magical core while magical beings had magic coursing through their blood or have the ability to absorb or manipulate magic around them. While some beings are more powerful than wizards as sometimes in areas as concentrated with raw magic as Hogwarts they can power their spells to magnificent levels as in the case of house-elves but most cannot utilize magic in an efficient and general way like wizards do in every aspect of their lives. It is also dangerous to use magic in abandon for if used excessively, they die as magic is somehow tied to their life force or have a great effect on it. For although they have natural aptitude for wandless magic, draining spells also drains their life away unlike wizards as their cores are capable of rejuvenating with only severe body aches or losing conciseness as side effects and the most aspect wizards try to change without severe and unnatural body changes is the size of the core.
Merlin also discovered that the dark rituals which give the dark wizard the ability to increase magic, splitting or anchoring the soul to the mortal plane are crude as they tear down the core and form a new larger one which not only the wizard's body cannot utilize to the full extent but also increase the bloodlust and rage and making the wizard susceptible to mood swings and unable to curb the desire of taking lives and giving the typical I'm an evil asshole attitude (of course Merlin didn't write it that way). It was mostly old English that needed the job of a translating reading glass.
Two centuries and some of study lead Merlin to making or modifying rituals so that they stretched the magical core instead of tearing it apart and making them thinner to just the right extent over a period of time and to "leak" magic into the body and blood gradually with the help of complex magical equations and ingredients. He discovered that over time it lead to exponentially faster healing almost as fast as a vampire and less dependent on sacrifice based rituals that increase healing, decreased dependence on focusing rings, staffs and wands, taking wandless wizarding magic to a whole new level. They also eliminate the need for body enhancement rituals dark or otherwise as the leaked magic heals, enhances, regenerates the body and accelerates body responses and allow the mage to "push" more magic to the desired part of the body to increase its speed and agility that in some cases it matches that of a master vampire as Merlin himself and one of his apprentices.
Harry also discovered that the ritual also made him walk with cat like grace, makes his hair glisten slightly when light hits it from an angle. His eyes have a sort of back-light glow to them when he is feeling a strong emotion. Harry felt like he was an elf, the kind you see in muggle movies not the short, floppy eared and golf sized eyes version of course.
Harry sat on the comfortable chair in front of the fire. He didn't know how long he slept and he didn't care. He didn't know what the survivors were doing and he couldn't care less. He just zoned out, no thoughts, no pits of despair, nothing. When his bottom started aching for sitting so long he walked to the apparition circle (courtesy of Merlin) where he can apparate without having to walk across the grounds past the wards. Harry apparated to a restaurant in London, It was just after sunset. After he had eaten a pizza, he started walking aimlessly. A couple of hours later, he stumbled on a club where he 'tried' to get drunk and failed miserably because of the damned rituals "one of their most horrible aspects" Harry thought. Failing to knock himself out, he started walking aimlessly in muggle London until he noticed a motel where he decided to stay away from all things magic and away from everything. As he rested his weary body on the bed, he felt the magic starting to thicken and hum around him and a bad feeling settled in his stomach. Suddenly alert, he started "sensing" around him but there was no one in the vicinity other than snoring muggles. He started to run but before he had taken two steps, he felt the magic tighten around him, grasping him like a giant hand around his middle. He started fighting it pushing pulses of magic to weaken the hold, to try and slip through but his magic slipped over it like someone trying to catch a small fish in the water that keeps slipping through his hand. Harry struggled helplessly for a while, trying not to panic but it was useless. The 'hand' tightened its grip for a moment and then... it yanked.
Meanwhile in ANOTHER WORLD:
Dumbledore sat in front of the order massaging his temples trying to find a reason to not go through with the latest plan. He had gone against Voldemort many times and every time it gets harder to contain him and soon he will not be able to stop him. He released just a tad bit of his aura and stood up. It seemed to never to fail to bring silence. "Tonight we are going to make a decision that might be the beginning of the end of this war. A friend of mine has come across a ritual, a summoning ritual to summon a wizard from a different world" Dumbledore. Chaos started,
"Surely you aren't thinking of doing a summoning rituals, they have been banned by the ministry so people don't bring demons and other creatures into our world" Remus said.
"I said nothing about demons Remus, I said to summon a wizard who can defeat Lord Voldemort once and for all" said Dumbledore. Lily decided to share her thoughts "Couldn't that wizard be more terrible than you know who"
"He could be but what else can we do, the ministry is practically in his hands" James said.
"Can't we have at least more time to think this through" Minerva said.
"I'm afraid not so if there are any spies in the order they will have no time to leak it out. We will decide now and do the ritual right after". Everyone became silent as they thought of the recent events and trying to come to a decision.
Twenty minutes later Dumbledore decided to get it over with "Now everyone who believes we should go through please raise your hand". Twenty two hands were up and that's the majority. "Ok then. Everyone please wait in the kitchen and James, Lily please wait here". Dumbledore went to the kitchen with everybody and with a heavy heart raised his wand and incanted "Obliviate maximus" while holding a curiously shaped crystal that looked like a star and was faintly glowing. After everyone was out he motioned for a surprised James and Lily to the dueling room to begin the ritual. And the reason he chose them was hope, hope that since their son was a candidate of the prophecy before his capture and demise later at the hands Voldemort 4 years ago just before his 1st year at Hogwarts and their wish to see their son again, they would bring their son from a different world where he had lived, where he is stronger, where he has grown to be the man who can defeat the evil creeping upon them.
He got the kit and started drawing runes in strange pattern and sometimes whispering in an unfamiliar language. After he had set everything up he gave them a parchment and described to them how to go about completing the ritual. Dumbledore stood watching as the couple warily started the ritual and witnessed magic not many have heard of. The air became heavy with magic as their voice steadily rose until it was too heavy to breathe. When they have finished the incantation, the magic hummed for a moment then with a clap like thunder it dispersed. They stayed waiting for someone to appear, for something to happen but nothing did. Dumbledore did a couple of revealing spells but with sigh of disappointment; put his wand back in its holster. "It didn't work?" James asked.
"From the description it appears to have but..." Dumbledore broke out as a hopeful look appeared on his weathered face then morphed back to the calm face he always held.
"What is it? What happened?" Lily asked.
"I don't know exactly but I have a suspicion as to why that happened" Dumbledore answered but wouldn't say more about it.