Disclaimer: I DONT OWN HARRY POTTER!
A/N: This is going to be placed in Harry's 5th year. Its the redo of my previous story END OF THE WAR: YEAR ONE. I took that one down, cuz i didnt like where it was going. anyways, R&R, and enjoy!
"Speech"
"Spell"
'Thought'
Note
Parseltongue
CHAPTER ONE
Harry James Potter sat on his bed waiting on tomorrow to get here, so he could go back to Hogwarts. You see, young Harry was a Wizard, a Half-blood Wizard, born to Pure-blood Wizard James Potter and Muggle-born Witch Lily Potter. They died when Harry was a mere 1 year old, killed by Voldemort, the Dark Lord. That night, Harry Potter somehow deflected the Killing Curse, one the was unblockable by any means, and it rebounded to hit its' caster, Voldemort, and he died, whilst the baby got a lightning bolt scar. Now, he lives with his Aunt and Uncle and Cousin, and hated every second of it.
But enough of the boring past. Let us view the present, which was about to get VERY interesting for our young Wizard.
A yell came from downstairs, interrupting his thoughts and writingsabout the Wizarding World.
"BOYYY!" Harry winced as he heard his Uncle yell, yet he slowly came downstairs.
"Boy, I want breakfast on the table NOW," his Uncle Vernon yelled.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry said and made a quick breakfast of seven pounds of bacon, a dozen eggs, and seven slices of toast. He counted himself fortunate that his cousin didn't come and interupt his cooking. Harry zoned out as he trotted back up the stairs to his room, and pulled out a new peice of parchment paper and mindlessly scribbled things down. When he finally saw what he had written, he gasped.
Reason to start a fourth front in the War:
1) Albus Dombledore has wronged me for 15 years.
2) My friend Ronald Weasley showed his true self last year, when I won the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
3)Albus Dumbledore has with-held important information pertaining TO me, FROM me.
4) Every expects me to be someone I'm not.
5) The Ministry is ran by Pure-blood Bigots, and thus, will not listen to a word they are told.
6) Voldemort killed my parents.
7) I hate Fudge.
8) I hate Albus Dumbledore.
9) I hate Voldemort.
"um... Uncle Vernon," Harry asked as his Uncle was exiting the kitchen.
"Hm? Oh. What do you want?"
"I've been in my room thinking, and I realised something. You're right, but only half right. Some "freaks" are good people, like my friend, Hermione Granger, and then there are the Freaks among freaks. The "crackpot old fool" and the man who killed my parents. I would like you to know, I am going to do something you wouldn't expect me to do. I'm going to kill every Witch and Wizard except thos who choose to fight under my Banner, and we will do everything we can to keep ourselves hidden from the Normal Kinds."
Vernon's eyes bulged out. "I'm not a fool boy. But, if it lessens your kind's presence, I wish you the best of luck." This time it was Harry's turn to look shocked. Vernon walked upstairs and came back down holding a pair of Magnum .50 cal pistols.
"These were my brother's. He was an American soldier, and he gave these to me shortly before he died. Here. Now they can see some action," Vernon said. Harry took them gingerly and smiled.
"Thank you. And also, I'll be gone by tomorrow morning. You can rest assured, however, that I will be on the telly. The name they shall call me, is Mellt." Harry went upstairs and packed, smiling all the while.
"So you're leaving tonight? To go kill some of those Freaks," came the voice of Harry's cousin Dudley.
"Yeah, and I'm not going to stop with the evil ones. If they have wronged me, they will die."
"Well, good luck, Harry."
"You too, Dud." Hary finished packing and closed his trunk, and waited for the night to come, pistols tucked into his waistline.
Three hours later, the last ray of sunlight vanished as Harry opened the back door of the Dursley's and crept into the night. He was headed to King's Cross Station, where he would begin his campaign against the Wizarding World. As he reached the gates, he let Hedwig fly until morning, and he went to sleep.
The sound of gates opening woke him up, and he looked over to see the gates opening, so he shut Hedwig's cage as she flew in and walked into the station, and onto Platform 9 3/4.
The Hogwarts Express was already there, waiting, and Harry smirked. He heard a sound behind him. As he turned, he saw blonde hair and heard a cane tapping along the concrete.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Harry Potter," he heard the youngest Malfoy sneer.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Draco Malfoy. I have a proposition for you and your Father," Harry replied as he turned on his heel.
"Potter. You look... different?"
"Well observed, Malfoy. Shall we get down to business?" Harry DID look different, for his hair had grown to his shoulders, his emerald eyes had a wiser, cockier look to them, and he had changed rapidly overnight. He looked like he had been working out all summer, but it was his Magic adjusting his body to his needs.
"Very well. What is this proposition?"
"You two come into my service, and I promise you revenge on the Wizarding World. And Lord Malfoy, I delved into the Dark Lord's mind on accident last night, and I can remove your mark."
"What does this... 'revenge' entail," Lucius asked.
"Who has wronged you in life? Do you want to kill the untouchable? Power beyond that of Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore is at the tips of our fingers, just a yes away..." Possibilities flashed through the minds of the two Malfoy's minds. Harry smiled.
Lucius held his arm with the Dark Mark out.
"You have yourself a deal, Potter." Harry smiled and waved his hand over the Mark, causing it to disappear, and a shock ran through the minds as a new defense added itself to their persons and their minds.
"What was that?"
"That was a new defensive ward that will never stop working, as it feeds of of the energy around you. If someone attacks you phsically or mentally, they will recieve an electrical shock of 1000 volts, which cannot be blocked by Magic. It has three levels: the one i just described, level two gives it to you as an offensive weapon, and level three lets you gain access to a second element of your choice, which follows the same three levels as the first."
Draco smiled as more people filled the platform, so they parted ways quickly. They filled the train and Harry sat in an empty compartment, waiting for Hermione to show up. Three minutes later, she found him.
"Harry! There you are! Where have you been? Ron and I have been looking for you! Why do you look so different," she asked.
"Ron isn't my friend anymore. Not after last year. If he was my friend, he would have been there for me like you were. And if I see him try to get close to me, I'm gunna let loose of all the anger I have. Same with Ginny, because I've seen her in the kitchens with a vial of a pink-ish/purple potion and yelling at the House Elves and I heard my name come up quite a few times. As for my looks, my Magic healed me to suit what I need to do."
Hermione gasped as Harry patted his two new pistols.
"American-made Desert Eagles. .50 cal pistols, recoil is a bitch though. I'm going to change the Wizarding World, and I'm going to lose the popularity polls in Witch Weekly, as the world will hate me. But, don't tell Dumbledore. This needs to be a secret."
"Harry, I swear on my Magic and Life that I will keep this secret." Hermione flashed golden and Harry sighed.
"That was needless. I trust you not to tell anything anyways. So how was your summer?"
Hermione got excited and told him about her trip to Germany, and Harry smiled. Life was taking a better turn for our Grey Lord.
Harry and Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor Table while the Sorting went on.
Dumbledore stood and said, "Welcome all, students and staff, to another year at Hogwarts. There is a New list of Forbidden Items next to Filch's Office, and the Forbidden Forest is still quite Forbidden. And we welcome a new teacher to Hogwarts, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Mrs. Delores Umbridge. Tha-" *ahem* The toad had coughed and interrupted the Headmaster's speech.
"This year will be heavily monitered by the Ministry of Magic. I am certain we will all be... friends. And to quell the rumors one Harry Potter has notoriously spread, He-who-must-not-be-named is NOT back, and is dead, as of 15 years ago," She said. Harry felt his Magic rise as he grew angry, but a gentle touch from Hermione calmed him and helped him reign in his anger.
"Harry, don't make a scene in the Great Hall. Calm down," she hissed at him. Harry shuddered and nodded.
"Strike one. Two more and she's out of the game," he warned. Hermione simply sighed and ate silently before the feast ended and they went to bed.
Harry woke up the next day and stretched, before heading to the shower and getting dressed.
Then he saw his schedule and groaned.
1-3: Double DADA
4-5: Double Potions
6: Transfiguration
7: Charms
8: Divination
9: History of Magic *
"I'm SO going to HATE this year," he mumbled as he missed a step and fell down the stairs, stopping only when he hit the chair next to the steps.
The students that had seen laughed as Harry regained his composure and stood up and rushed to DADA, intent on not embarrassing himself again.
"Mr. Potter, you're here early," the toad said.
Harry forced a fake smile onto his face and said, "Ready to learn, Professor." He smirked as the Slytherins filled the room and felt a note slip into his pocket as Draco passed by and they took their seats as the rest of the students came in.
"Put those wands away, we will merely be learning theoretical material here," Umbridge growled out.
"Open your textbooks to page one. The theory behind spells-" Harry tuned the toad out and pretended to write notes down, like he did in History of Magic.
"Mr. Potter, what are you doing," she snapped at him.
"Taking notes. If the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic is teaching us theory, SURELY it must be important," Harry said sarcastically. Umbridge narrowed her eyes.
"Detention, Mr. Potter, after your History of Magic class is over, and twenty points from Gryffindor for sarcasm."
"Okay." Harry shrugged carelessly. Then he sighed and waited for class to end.
In the hall to Potions, he read the note.
Scar,
Meet me in the Dungeon at Midnight. Batman will explain, and I hope it is for our mutual benefits.
Dragon
Harry jotted down a quick 'okay' and slipped it to Draco, who nodded.
"There is still no silly wand waving in this class, but this time, we are joined by a guest, Professor Umbridge, who is examining our teaching methods," Snape said.
Harry sighed and set his cauldron up, as he was paired with Draco for the year.
"Today, you will brew the Elixir of Magic. Can you tell me what this potion does, Mr. Potter," Snape asked.
"If the name is any indication, sir, it would expotentionally increase the strength and potentcy of Magic in the drinker's Magical Core. This potion is highly addictive, however, and is used in many obscure rituals to get stronger," Harry replied.
"Correct. Ten points to Gryffindor, and ten more for naming a use of it and the danger of it. Instructions are on the board, I suggest you follow them exactly." He waved his wand and writing appeared on the board, as Harry fetched the required ingredients, having read about the Potion in Many Potions and Elixirs, by Nero Goldman.
When he got back to the table, Draco said, "Boil the water and add the Dragon's Blood. And remember, tonight, here, midnight. And I hope you can survive that abomination she calls an office." Harry pondered that and they made the potion in silence, and were the first ones done.
"Misters Potter and Malfoy, bottle the Potion into a Size 3 vial, and follow me to my office," Snape said.
The two boys did so, and then followed Snape to his office.
"Potter, let's get straight to the point. You hate Dumbledore, and you hate Voldemort, and, if the way you react to Umbridge is any indication, you hate the Ministry, too. I have a trade for you. Get me some Basilisk parts and give me the protection ward you gave Lucius, and you have yourself a spy into the Dark Lord's Army, as well as Dumbledore's Order."
Harry sat in thought for some time.
"Well, Severus, can I call you Severus in private? I can get you a full Basilisk, minus the hide, because I want that and it's my dead carcass to begin with, and I can give you the ward. I see where you can be useful to the extreme. You have yourself a deal," Harry said at long last.
"Potter, where and when did you get a BASILISK, and a DEAD ONE at that," Draco asked.
"Second Year, Chamber Of Secrets. I stabbed it as it bit me."
"It bit you, and you lived. Tell me, Potter, do you have any side effects? The last person to be bitten by a Basilisk was Salazar Slytherin, and he became increasingly violent, and the venom made him have the ability to speak Parseltongue, petrify and kill with a gaze, and spit acid."
Harry tapped his chin.
"I've always been able to speak Parseltongue since before 1st year, I DO seem to be a bit more violent than normal now, but I have three high-powered blocks on my Magic, which may impede any other abilities I have." Severus nodded and pulled a colorless potion from a drawer in his desk, along with a needle.
"Give this three drops of your blood and drink it. It will show us your abilities, blocked and unblocked."
Harry did that and gasped at the list.
Harry James Potter, 15 years old.
Current Power Level- 230, Grand Sorceror.
Potential Power Level- 260, Supreme Sorceror.
Skills/Abilites:
Parseltongue- Unblocked
Swordsman- Blocked
Elementalist- Blocked
Petrifying/Killing Gaze- Blocked
Animagus- Blocked
Shapeshifting- Blocked
Occlumency- Blocked
Legilimency- Blocked
Harry, Draco, and Severus stared at the list with shock.
"Voldemort's Power Level is only 250... And Dumbledore's was only 251... You, Harry, have a great potential, one that will not so easily be diminshed," Severus said, fishing out another 3 potions.
"Here, the first one is a Pain Reducer x5, the second one is a Silencing potion x3, and the last one is a Remover Potion x4. You must take these tonight before you go to sleep, but evel with the Pain Reducer x5, it's going to hurt. Now, onto your next class. Forget about tonight, for we have just done what needed to be done." With that, he signed two notes for their next class.
Draco and Harry left the office in a hurry, rushing to get to their next classes, and Harry wasn't surprised to see Umbridge there in his Transfiguration class as well.
And so the day went. Harry was being stalked by Colin Creepy, his classes were boring, and it wasn't until detention that got him excited.
Harry reported to detention with his stuff, and sat down.
"You will write out 'I will not tell lies' until 10 oclock, using my special quill," Umbridge said.
"But, Professor, I don't see any ink."
"Don't worry, Mr. Potter. The quill supplies it's own ink." She handed him a red quill and he sat down, and began to write. As he wrote, a scratching was beginning to hurt the back of his hand.
"Professore, I have a question: Why am I using a BLOOD QUILL, which are strictly ILLEGAL to use, let alone upon a student as a punishment," Harry asked, throwing his stuff together.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Potter."
"Yes you do." When she tried to snatch the quill from him, he held it tight, casting a silent sticking charm to it as he darted to McGonagall's office.
"Professor McGonagall! Professor Umbridge just used a Blood Quill on me, making me write lines, and I finished three pages before I began to bleed," he said.
"Show me," the professor replied smoothly. Harry raised his hand and cancelled the sticking charm, giving her the quill as he showed her his newest injury.
"I will go see Professor Dumbledore about this. You head to the Hospital Wing," McGonagall said after examining the quill and cuts.
Harry nodded and headed to the Hospital Wing.
"Mister Potter! I didn't expect you this early in the year," Madame Pomfrey said. Harry and Pomfrey had become friends because Harry LOVED being her patient so much, he bacame accident-prone.
"Sorry, Madame Pomfrey, but I need something for a Blood Quill cut," Harry said, showing her the profusely bleeding cuts. She gasped as she ran to her emergency cupboard and pulled out some healing salve and spread it over the cuts, while Harry winced in pain as she applied bandages afterwards.
"Thank you. Do you mind getting Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy up here? I need to talk to Draco, and it's past curfew, so Professor Snape is needed too," Harry said.
Pomfrey nodded and Draco and Severus arrived minutes later.
"Thank you for coming. First of all, I need Draco here to contact his Father and get him to use his clout in the Ministry and Board of Governers to remove Umbridge and have her in Azkaban. Second of all, I can get you that Basilisk now. If you will follow me," Harry said, leading them to the Chamber of Secrets, stopping idly to chat with Myrtle.
Open,Harry hissed at the tap.
Stairs.He hissed again so stairs appeared, as opposed to a slimey slide. The Chamber had repaired itself from Second year, when the spell that Lockhart fired blew up, but Harry still saw the dead Basilisk, to which he smiled.
"You two know how to harvest this thing, and I don't. So you two do that, and I'll go find out what else this place has," He said. Severus and Draco nodded, and Harry went to the statue of Slytherin.
Speak to me Salazar Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four,Harry hissed, and the statue came open, allowing him access to the room beyond the statue.
There was a nest, and beyond it was a door. But Harry saw the nest and looked inside of it, and saw three eggs laying inside it. Without thinking, he took them and walked back to Draco and Severus.
"Here, have a Basilisk Egg," Harry said, handing them one each. Again, he was ogled by Severus and Draco.
"What? I found them in a nest, and I figured I should give them to three people who are going to be in my new Army. I wont be giving Lucius one, because he has another gift for him. I bonded him with a Dragon, and now he can Shift into Dragon."
"When did you do that," his companions asked.
"On the Platform. When I took Lucius' Mark off, I accidently broke the bonds on his Draconian Heritage, which bonded him to a Dragon. I think, though, that the Dragon was the the Draconian Prince..." Harry looked deep in thought as he returned to check out what was behind the door in the nest room. He stepped in and saw a massive library.
"Hmmmm... DOBBY!" A small House Elf popped up.
"What can Dobby do for the Great Harry Potter sir," He asked excitedly.
"I need you to go to Diagon Alley and buy me a 7 compartment trunk, with expansion charms on each compartment. Then I want all this Library copied and placed into my trunk. Thank you Dobby, that's all." Dobby disappeared to do his work.
Harry ventured further, and saw the last room. Inside it was a green and Silver whip and a potriat of Salazar Slytherin himself.
WHO DARESSS ENTER HERE, boomed Salazar.
Me, Harry James Potter.
You speak the Noble Tongue of the Serpents, yet you are related to Godric?
I have spoken the Noble Language since my first year. This is my fifth.
I see... How did you come across my chambers, hatchling?
I was dueling your heir in my second year, and he led me to the main chamber. I had to kill your Basilisk, though.
So Sparkles is dead?
Erm... Yeah, and I'm harvesting her body by Right of Conquest. She laid three eggs, which I am giving to three of four of my Generals. I'm making an army to purge the evil and bigotry from this land, and I will entirely separate this world from the Muggle world. My Uncle gave me two Muggle weapons, which cannot be stopped by Magic, and I intend to kill your Heir, once and for all.
Thomas Marvolo Riddle is hereby denounced as Heir of Slytherin and Hufflepuff, and that Title shall be given to one Harry James Potter, Heir of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, so mote it be!There was a flash of magic as Harry became the Heir to Hogwarts, and he gasped.
Thank you, Salazar Slytherin. I shall not shame your name.
AND THATS IT! WELCOME TO MY STORY END OF THE WAR: BEGINNING OF CHANGE!
* this is fanfiction. they'll go by a 9 hour schedule, because theyre a boarding school.
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