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anything else that might belong to her.
I can give it all back to you
-Prologue-
The great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry buzzed and hummed with magic, powerful magic. It was the day of the final battle and the side of the light was one small step away from victory. Everyone important was there. Albus Dumbeldore, wounded but still standing, Severus Snape, with his wand pointed to the forehead of Lucius Malfoy. Draco Malfoy lay unconscious on the floor from being hit by a curse thrown at him by his own father. Hermione Granger was kneeling by his side, casting healing spell after healing spell to stop him from dying. Ginny, Fred and George Weasley was standing side by side with Harry Potter who was facing the Dark Lord with an exhausted but satisfied smirk on his lips.
The casualties of the war had been great and many good men and women had been lost. Ron Weasley had been hit by a killing curse meant for Harry Potter. He had died protecting his best friend. Neville Longbottom was nowhere to be seen, he was presumed to be dead. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin had not survived the first attack. They had fought on the front line and had it not been for them, Albus Dumbeldore would not have been alive. The list could go on and on about bravery and losses but that would indeed obstruct the telling of the events next to occur in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Everything was deadly calm, Hermione had stopped chanting healing spells, and there were no sounds of battle from outside, not a soul dared to move. Harry looked at the wounded Dark Lord sprawled out before him and stopped smiling. He took a step forward and studied his life long enemy closely. Crimson eyes looked back at him, the expression in them were such a mixture of emotions that it was impossible to read them. The feared Dark Lord was light built, almost skinny and his high cheekbones and pointed chin made him look quite snake like indeed.
"I have decided not to kill you." Harry said. You could hear everyone in the room tense at those words, Dumbeldore managed to twinkle in spite of his quite severe wounds. Severus Snape glared at the Boy Who Lived and you could see the curiosity grow in the eyes of Lord Voldemort. "I don't think that you deserve to die after everything you've done." Harry once again took a brief pause and looked the Dark Lord in the eyes.
No one noticed a pair of green eyes, just as green as Harry's, watching and smiling approvingly from the shadows
"Do tell me." Voldemort said, amusement tracing his words.
"I have found a nifty little curse I have decided to use on you instead. I am sure it would have been placed among the unforgivables if the Ministry had known it existed. You see, what I am about to do to you is probably the worst thing that could happen to a wizard or witch, especially one as powerful as yourself." As he finished that sentence Harry turned to Lucius, capturing his cold grey eyes. "Go and kneel by your Master, Lucius, you will receive the same fate as he."
On the other side of the room Draco had woken up and he was now watching everything with great interest. For so long his mind had been set on following the Dark Lord, just as his father did, but he had in the last minute turned to Harry and convinced him that he wanted to help the side of the light. It was with mixed feelings he watched his father kneel beside Lord Voldemort to meet his fate. Just a few months earlier he would have jumped up in spite of his wounds and tried to stop Harry from what he was doing. Now, he just watched and waited, waited to see what was going to happen, for no one but Harry seemed to know what that was.
No one but Harry did know, except for one person. The person to whom the sparkling emerald eyes no one seemed to notice watching from the shadows, belonged to.
Harry raised his wand above his hand and started chanting in a language that had never before been spoken in the halls of Hogwarts. It was an ancient language and as he felt his voice grow stronger he could sense the powerful magic he had set in motion. The sensation grew stronger for every word and soon Harry felt the rush of power that meant he should set the magic in motion. A faint green glow started surrounding him, he moved his wand in a circular movement and pointed it at the Dark Lord and Lucius. The one in the spell word that could be understood by the spectators fell from his lips with ease, but also with a power in which no wizard or witch had used that particular word.
"Accio"
There was a flash of light tinted with the same green colour that was produced by the killing curse. A sound that resembled phoenix song rang through the air and then everything became very dark and very quiet. Slowly the light returned to the room and what was there was not expected by anyone. On the floor lay a panting Harry Potter, wand still clutched in his hand. Before him lay two men, just four or five years older than himself, one blonde and one with jet black hair. The latter very much resembled Harry. The men were both unconscious. Ginny Weasley was the first to break the silence.
"Harry, what have you done? You made them young again!" There was panic in her voice, but Harry looked at her and smiled a smile happier than he could ever remember smiling before.
"It worked." He said. "Sweet, wonderful Ginny, It actually worked." He started laughing and crying at the same time. He could feel the looks of the others in the room and he tried to bring himself together. He rose to his feet and turn to face them, still crying as he started to explain.
"I. The spell I used allowed me to put so much power in one word that I could do almost anything, once. What I have done with our."He paused for a brief second." .friends here is to take their magic. They have become squibs. Why they lost some years in the process I am not sure of but." The world started to spin inside Harry's head. He had lost a lot of power by using the spell and now he was going to black out. He apparated.
The girl in the shadows with the green eyes apparated the second after her little brother did.
---------------- So, what do you all think? Shall I continue the story? I want to, I have the next chapter pretty much planned out. Please read and review for me. It would mean so much to hear what you think since this is my first attempt at Harry Potter fiction.
I can give it all back to you
-Prologue-
The great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry buzzed and hummed with magic, powerful magic. It was the day of the final battle and the side of the light was one small step away from victory. Everyone important was there. Albus Dumbeldore, wounded but still standing, Severus Snape, with his wand pointed to the forehead of Lucius Malfoy. Draco Malfoy lay unconscious on the floor from being hit by a curse thrown at him by his own father. Hermione Granger was kneeling by his side, casting healing spell after healing spell to stop him from dying. Ginny, Fred and George Weasley was standing side by side with Harry Potter who was facing the Dark Lord with an exhausted but satisfied smirk on his lips.
The casualties of the war had been great and many good men and women had been lost. Ron Weasley had been hit by a killing curse meant for Harry Potter. He had died protecting his best friend. Neville Longbottom was nowhere to be seen, he was presumed to be dead. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin had not survived the first attack. They had fought on the front line and had it not been for them, Albus Dumbeldore would not have been alive. The list could go on and on about bravery and losses but that would indeed obstruct the telling of the events next to occur in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Everything was deadly calm, Hermione had stopped chanting healing spells, and there were no sounds of battle from outside, not a soul dared to move. Harry looked at the wounded Dark Lord sprawled out before him and stopped smiling. He took a step forward and studied his life long enemy closely. Crimson eyes looked back at him, the expression in them were such a mixture of emotions that it was impossible to read them. The feared Dark Lord was light built, almost skinny and his high cheekbones and pointed chin made him look quite snake like indeed.
"I have decided not to kill you." Harry said. You could hear everyone in the room tense at those words, Dumbeldore managed to twinkle in spite of his quite severe wounds. Severus Snape glared at the Boy Who Lived and you could see the curiosity grow in the eyes of Lord Voldemort. "I don't think that you deserve to die after everything you've done." Harry once again took a brief pause and looked the Dark Lord in the eyes.
No one noticed a pair of green eyes, just as green as Harry's, watching and smiling approvingly from the shadows
"Do tell me." Voldemort said, amusement tracing his words.
"I have found a nifty little curse I have decided to use on you instead. I am sure it would have been placed among the unforgivables if the Ministry had known it existed. You see, what I am about to do to you is probably the worst thing that could happen to a wizard or witch, especially one as powerful as yourself." As he finished that sentence Harry turned to Lucius, capturing his cold grey eyes. "Go and kneel by your Master, Lucius, you will receive the same fate as he."
On the other side of the room Draco had woken up and he was now watching everything with great interest. For so long his mind had been set on following the Dark Lord, just as his father did, but he had in the last minute turned to Harry and convinced him that he wanted to help the side of the light. It was with mixed feelings he watched his father kneel beside Lord Voldemort to meet his fate. Just a few months earlier he would have jumped up in spite of his wounds and tried to stop Harry from what he was doing. Now, he just watched and waited, waited to see what was going to happen, for no one but Harry seemed to know what that was.
No one but Harry did know, except for one person. The person to whom the sparkling emerald eyes no one seemed to notice watching from the shadows, belonged to.
Harry raised his wand above his hand and started chanting in a language that had never before been spoken in the halls of Hogwarts. It was an ancient language and as he felt his voice grow stronger he could sense the powerful magic he had set in motion. The sensation grew stronger for every word and soon Harry felt the rush of power that meant he should set the magic in motion. A faint green glow started surrounding him, he moved his wand in a circular movement and pointed it at the Dark Lord and Lucius. The one in the spell word that could be understood by the spectators fell from his lips with ease, but also with a power in which no wizard or witch had used that particular word.
"Accio"
There was a flash of light tinted with the same green colour that was produced by the killing curse. A sound that resembled phoenix song rang through the air and then everything became very dark and very quiet. Slowly the light returned to the room and what was there was not expected by anyone. On the floor lay a panting Harry Potter, wand still clutched in his hand. Before him lay two men, just four or five years older than himself, one blonde and one with jet black hair. The latter very much resembled Harry. The men were both unconscious. Ginny Weasley was the first to break the silence.
"Harry, what have you done? You made them young again!" There was panic in her voice, but Harry looked at her and smiled a smile happier than he could ever remember smiling before.
"It worked." He said. "Sweet, wonderful Ginny, It actually worked." He started laughing and crying at the same time. He could feel the looks of the others in the room and he tried to bring himself together. He rose to his feet and turn to face them, still crying as he started to explain.
"I. The spell I used allowed me to put so much power in one word that I could do almost anything, once. What I have done with our."He paused for a brief second." .friends here is to take their magic. They have become squibs. Why they lost some years in the process I am not sure of but." The world started to spin inside Harry's head. He had lost a lot of power by using the spell and now he was going to black out. He apparated.
The girl in the shadows with the green eyes apparated the second after her little brother did.
---------------- So, what do you all think? Shall I continue the story? I want to, I have the next chapter pretty much planned out. Please read and review for me. It would mean so much to hear what you think since this is my first attempt at Harry Potter fiction.