Prologue Rising Fire:
The war costed Harry everything. He lost, his sanity, his humanity. Even though Voldemort was defeated the price was too great. The magical population dwindled from 10,000 to almost 300 magicals. The other survivors, mainly the muggle-born, and half-bloods left for the United States.
The battle of Hogwarts was brutal, in which Remus, Tonks, Fred and George, Ginny, Luna, and his fiancee Hermione lost their lives. Her death hit Harry the hardest. She was tortured by some of Voldemort's top lieutenants, her screaming echoing in his mind. Harry lost control and brutally butchered her tormentors. He tried everything to save Hermione, every spell, curse, and charm.
In the end he was forced to kill her, mercifully using his magic to stop her heart. There he lost control, and something dark, something evil took over. What was worse he enjoyed killing. The feeling of blood upon his face, that life he has taken by his mere hands. In his madness he killed enemies mercilessly, his laugh the last heard by the doomed.
At the end of the battle he returned to his senses and seeing the terror in the eyes of the survivors, he fled, shunning human contact. With nothing but a backpack containing the deathly hollows, the sword of Gryffindor, his Phoenix wand, a picture of Hermione, and the clothes on his back, he traveled the world in search of answers.
His travels took him from one side of the globe to the other.
In the Amazon Rain forests, the indigenous groups taught Harry how to draw magic not only from his core more efficiently, but to draw it from the earth and other magical cores. From the monasteries of Tibet, after months of meditating, studying, and fasting, he learned from the monks magical and muggle martial arts.
He mastered Parseltongue from a Guru living at the source of the Ganges. From an old lady in Japan he learned the art of deception, disguise, and lying. Living with magical street urchins in the Philippines he quickly learned how to steal, and become quite good at it.
In Baghdad he learned the secrets of the blade, the art of throwing almost anything fast, and accurately. His travels in Afghanistan was cut short when American troops began to pour in and the bombs began to drop. He relocated himself to Moscow and enjoyed himself in Muggle, and Magical government. It was brutal and Harry loved it. The backstabbing, the alliances, the sudden change of friends or enemies. There he learned he had a knack for politics and in the 5 short years he stayed there he became known as The Iron Lord, an uncompromising political animal.
However he became bored of politics and left for Rome. There he fell in love with singing, and from a magical maestro he learned how to use his mere voice to channel his magic. In France he learned how to properly use a sword, from a very feisty veela.
In Switzerland, from the original Gringotts he took some economic classes and some classes on Goblin culture. He was even named Honorary Goblin, after swearing oaths never to tell another human what he saw or was taught.
But in Greece he discovered something that changed everything. He discovered people who knew his mother. It seems that Lily Evans was never truly related to her supposed sister Petunia, but was born in the United States. There he found hope. His mother's family was magical. Lily was a pureblood. But that left more questions unanswered.
Why did his mother pretend to be a muggleborn? Who truly where the Evans? Why did his mother go to Britain?
His journey ended when he entered the US. The trail ended in Nashville, and Harry decided to settle down. After almost 2 decades of traveling, 2 decades after the Battle of Hogwarts he grew tired of travelling. He still looked for clues, but slowly stopped looking. In Nashville he grew in love with country music, and abandoned magic.
However...
"Good Morning Mr. Potter", announced a 30 year old man, cowboy hat, and jeans, with a black t-shirt. "Good Morning Mr. Grait" responded Harry watching the Presidential Elections. "You told me to tell you anything regarding your mother Lily Evans."
Harry's eyes widened at the mention of her name. "You have found something?"
"Y-Yes I did," stuttered Mr, Grait taking out a piece of paper," this here is the address of a farm house your mother owned. So far nobody is living there, and nobody tried to claim it". Harry took it and read it. 369 Evans Way.
"You'll have to excuse me, I am going to have to investigate the property," declared Harry, grabbing his old backpack. "And you don't have to come with me" added Harry, which Mr. Grait sighed in happiness.
45 minutes later...
Taking out his wand he slowly entered the House. It was a large house, and in perfect condition, to which Harry suspected magic. He searched every corner of the house. He even searched the Basement. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. In Frustration he kicked at the wall which collapsed.
Now isn't this a little clique, thought Harry to himself as he walked inside. He drew out his wand and used a Lumos. The room, no chamber was filled with magical equipment. Some were dark, some were outright deadly.
He found a portrait of his mother. Harry studied the portrait. It was mundane portrait, but it was rotting, and there was something behind that.
My mother must have seriously watched too many spy movies, groaned Harry to himself. Behind the portrait was a square shaped space with a letter at the bottom.
It was from his mother:
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this then I must be dead, and the truth was forgotten. If that is the case, then my daughter must be dead too... my poor unborn daughter, and everything our family stood for have fallen. Everything you know about our family you knew was false, but if you are reading this then it means you already knew that. Our family is ancient, older than many other "pureblood" families. Our blood is parasitic, it can be suppressed but it will slowly be unleashed, and when it does, the results can be deadly. Our family has dabbled in some of the darkest magic available. The answers you may have will certainly be answered, in due time. Once you finish reading this letter you will be transported back in time. Before that you will see something interesting, because if you go back, then I, and your baby sister will live. You will be sent back in time 1985. The ritual you have created will allow another ritual to work. Thank you, and Good Luck.
Love,
Your Mother, Lily Evans, Lady of the House of Evans, Grady, Fowl, Emerys, Le Fey, and Pendragon.
Harry immediately dropped the letter when he felt a stabbing pain in his chest. Gasping he noticed that he started to disappear. With a groan he was gone, and everything before 1981 was destroyed.
1981
"Take Harry and run" screamed James as Voldemort demolished the door. Lily ran upstairs carrying Harry. Dropping him on the cradle, she clutched her stomach. Hoping that it would work she muttered the incantation. She warded the door, giving her at least 3 minutes. Immediately the door began to rattle and shake but the wards held.
"Emefow Grafey Evan!" She muttered. Instantly an exact copy of herself was created, except that the clone was not pregnant. "You know what you have to do" she commanded the clone. "Remember that Mommy loves you," she whispers to her son," remember daddy loves you. Remember that we will always love you".
She gave the final order to the clone before grabbing a special portkey in shape of a dagger. That portkey was created by ancient Evans magic, allowing you to escape through any wards or barriers. Trouble was it can only accept 2 people, and her unborn daughter counted as a person.
"I love you my son," she cries, tears rushing down her face, before she disappeared, into thin air, creating history as it was always known.
7 months later
"Argh" The screaming of a certain Lily Evans was heard in the Evans mansion located in Nashville, United States. "You can do this sister," comforted another woman with Black hair, but the same green eyes as Lily. After more screaming and pain the cries of a new person was heard. "She's healthy, and beautiful," smiled the woman," what will you name her?" Lily looked at her girl lovingly, with adoration in her eyes. "Karen" she whispers kissing her forehead giving her the ancient blessing.
4 years later...
It was time, thought Lily to herself as she walked the streets of Surrey. It was a stormy night, with crows flying in the sky. The signs of an Evan, she mused to herself.
She found the house of her fake sister, a dreadful looking house. Using her wand she disguised herself in death eater robes and blasted open the door, interrupting dinner. Scowling at how little Harry is given to eat she can finally spend her rage. "Stupefy" she mutters knocking out Harry. Ignoring the shrieks of Petunia, she grabs him and starts leaving. But not before getting rid of the evidence.
"Crucio," At those words Vernon, armed with a shotgun collapsed on the floor, spasm in pain. "What are you doing" shrieks Petunia hysterically," leave us alone you Freaks!" "I am exacting my long waiting rage," said Lily darkly before pointing her wand at Petunia. "Avada Kadavra" Green light shot out of her wand, hitting and killing Petunia earlier, before killing her son and husband of pigs. She left a message on the wall, just to throw of the trail.
Holding Harry over her shoulder she walked outside, and breathed in the cool night's air. Pointing her wand up, she muttered Morsemodre, leaving a green skull in the sky.
Operation Harry done, she congratulates herself, as she apparates away, regretting that their death was so painless.
A/N Yeah Lily Evans is Gray-ish, dark! Badass! Like it Review!
I promise this story is going to be very different!
Second chapter coming up tomorow or next week!
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