Notes:
1) I don't own anything and I don't make any money from it, it's just for pleasure.
2) My story totally ignores HBP and DH (didn't like those very much).
3) Sorry but English isn't my first language, so even if I try not to make too much mistakes, I will probably end up doing a fair amount of them. Please don't flame me for this, but let me know so I can correct them.
4) This is not really a super!Harry fic, even if he has super powers and is quite smart, the idea of this story is more in the line of a time-travel fic.
5) This is my first story, I know that it's nearly impossible to create new plots and I know that lots of this can be found in other stories. Just know that I didn't steal anyone's work as I try to make my own story with my own ideas.
Hope you enjoy
Lisy
Prologue
This was the end of the war. Harry had won, the body of the dark lord laid broken less than a meter away, the world was finally safe again. For how long, he didn't know but for now it was safe and that's all that mattered.
He had studied a lot in the 10 years he had been out of the country alone before his final confrontation with Voldemort. 10 long years spent travelling alone and searching the "power he knows not" as Dumbledore had refused to train him, claiming that it would not help him defeat his nemesis as only his "power" could help and he needed to find it on his own. So he had left, the day after graduation, as his friends slept in after the celebration of the night before. He had left a note explaining why he left and that he would come back when ready. He got out of headquarter with only the clothes he had on him and his wand, decided to find his "power".
It didn't take long for him to find out what he was looking for. Less than two weeks actually. His idea had been that if he was to know something Voldemort didn't' know, he had to learn it from someone (or something) who had more knowledge than Voldemort. That led him to the conclusion that he knew of only two people who could help him: Dumbledore and Merlin himself. Dumbledore had already told him that he wouldn't teach him, so he had to turn to Merlin. Of course, Merlin had been dead for centuries so he wouldn't be able to learn from him directly, he would have to learn from what he left.
The first thing he did was to visit the grave of Merlin. He didn't know why, but it seemed important. In a way, he figured that seeing it would maybe help him understand, so he came to one of the most often visited place in the wizarding world (under a heavy glamour for fear of being recognised of course) and took a ticket for the guided tour. Half an hour later, he found himself in front of an old tombstone 'odd' he thought 'I certainly didn't expect this'. It was just a regular tombstone, nothing glorious, no gold or precious gems everywhere, just a plain old tombstone with a lot of writings on it. He came out of his reverie as the guide began to speak again "And finally, to stop our visit here is the grave of Merlin, the greatest wizard ever. I think you wonder why this particular tomb is so 'simple', well it is not by choice as one could think, no it is more because the wards created by Merlin himself on his tombstone before his death make it impossible for us to move it or ever build something around it. Why is this tombstone so important that he decided to ward it like that, no one knows. Countless of experts had tried everything they could to solve that mystery, and the only thing they could say was that the magic Merlin performed on this stone is so strong that it'll probably last another millennium or two before it would be possible to break it. The only thing we can say for certain is that this is the grave of Merlin, as the only thing written on this tombstone is his name 'Myrrdin Emris'..."
As the guide continued speaking, Harry frowned 'Why is that he says that there is only his name on it? There is more than that with this text behind! Why doesn't anyone react? Am I the only one to see this?' From where he was he could clearly read what was on the stone, it read:
"You who are free of mind
Whose spirit has not been bound
Know magic has no limit
Your beliefs are what stop it
Merging your will and magic
Will bring you on the path you seek"
After that, he tried to tell discretely about what he read to other people, but every time they looked at him like if he was just a crazy lunatic, so he decided to keep it for himself and not mention it.
That night, in the sleeping bag he had conjured, he began to think about it 'Well I am quite sure I am the only one to see it. It's kind of strange. Maybe it was just an illusion, but why would I be the only one to see it? Maybe I'm the only one because of the wards on the stone the guide spoke about? - That must be it. After all, it is a message from Merlin, so it must have been pretty important for him that it could not fall into the wrong hands. Is it a message for me then? No, I don't think so, Merlin wasn't a seer and even if, he couldn't have seen so far in the future. No it must be for everyone who is "free of mind, whose spirit has not been bound" as it says... yes, that must be it, no reason for Merlin of all people to let me a message from across the grave.
Ok, now what about the rest of the text "magic has no limit" it would mean that everything can be done with magic - but we know that's not true, there are limits, one cannot conjure things like gold or platinum for once, and things like wandless magic are impossible! And we cannot do a lot of other things like...' but suddenly, he interrupted his thoughts 'Of course! That's what the next line is about "your beliefs are what stop it" there should not be limits, only the one we would give ourselves! There is nothing that can't be done with magic, only the things we think can't be done! Wow, but how? That's the next lines! Of course, it's logic, man, if Merlin is right then the only thing to do is to "merge my will and my magic" and there would not be any limits to what I could do!'
And so for ten years, he isolated himself and taught himself, meditating and exercising is will power. Everyday pushing the limits of magic a little bit further, going so far as to be totally exhausted. Travelling around the world to try new things in new places. It went like this until finally he sensed he was ready to fight Voldemort. Everything went really fast, he just decided to come to Hogsmeade and wait for the dark lord to show himself - as he was really prompt to do, he knew. No more than two hours later, the snake face was there, so he came out of his hiding spot and walked calmly to where the dark lord stood. Voldemort seeing the boy he had tried to kill for more than 26 years now began to laugh and taunt "So boy, long time no see! How are you? Have you finally decided you had seen enough people die and are tired of hiding?" "No, Tom" Harry simply replied "I am here because I finished my training and now, I am going to get rid of you for good" the dark lord smirked "So much good speech! Well, I'm eager to see what you have become after those 10 long years, let's fight, shall we Potter? I hope you won't be as disappointing as all those fools before you!"
And so the final battle began. It ended really quickly and the duel was not anything like what you could have expected: there was no fancy curses, no super-powered spells, no acrobatics, no super long exhaustive incredible battle... Just two jets of light: one green from the dark lord, the other a pale blue from Harry. Harry evaded the green light, but Voldemort was not able to escape the blue as Harry's spell had been made up long before to follow his enemy until it reached its target. The only thing he had had to do was to will to throw something at Voldemort that would kill him and make him unable to come back to life. Just like this and it was over. Nobody could believe it but here it was.
The months after that were not of the bests he had in his life. Lots of good people were dead - Remus Lupin, Arthur Weasley and his sons, Bill and Percy, Flitwick, Luna, Hermione's parents, and countless other. But the worst happened at Hogwarts when he met his friends two days after the duel.
"So, finally decided to come back, heh?" Ron said, with an odd voice that Harry could not remember his old friend ever using. Not knowing what to answer, he just said the first thing that came to his mind "Hey guys". Apparently, it was not a good thing to say as Ron's ears became a bit redder - a sure sign that he was not happy - "Hey guys? That's all? You go on your own for ten bloody years with just a f note, you let us alone and let people be killed, then finally you come back and kill the dark lord without any worry in the world and all you have to say is 'hey guys'?"
Harry could not understand what Ron was on about, sure he had been away trying to find the "power he knows not" but why was Ron so angry? And why had Hermione not say a word since she entered? Hell, she hadn't even looked at him yet! "Euh, mate, I am sorry I left without a word but I don't understand why you are so angry. I mean it's finally over so now we will be able to live our lives. And you have to fill me in what happened since I left. And..." but he was cut at this point by Ron "You want to know what happened? I'll tell you what happened since you weren't there while people were dying! Ô yes, I'll tell you! What happened is that you let my dad die! You weren't there when the Burrow was attacked and he died! YOU weren't there when they caught Bill! YOU weren't there to help Hermione after her house was attacked and her parents killed in front of her! YOU WERE AWAY, YOU BLOODY COWARD! YOU LET US SUFFER!" he yelled. With a snort he added "and now you'll even have more money and glory, because you are a 'hero'" He walked to the door before telling one last thing "I won't hex you because of the friendship we had, but I don't want to see you again, so stay away from me and my family" and stormed out of the headmaster's office.
Harry was stunned, he had not expected THAT from Ron and truly didn't know what to do. Suddenly Hermione approached. Harry could see the tears in her eyes. She finally looked at him in the eyes and he could see the sadness in her. They stayed like this for a moment before she finally spoke "I'm sorry Harry. I-I... I know it's... not your fault... But you-you... have to understand, when..." she began to sob "when you left and everyone around us was d-dying... Ron was the only one there for me... I can't-t so against him on this, I n-need him, Harry... I'm sorry, I hope you will forgive me" And she left him, alone and speechless.
To make things even worse, after the celebrations began to stop, people began to think like Ron, and even began to fear him for the powers he had. He quickly became an outcast.
He now lived alone in a small flat in Diagon Ally. There was not a lot to do so he spent a lot of time sulking and thinking. Every hope he had had before were now far away. As he walked to his kitchen to prepare something to eat he began to think, once again about all the things that had gone bad in his life. 'I know when everything went so bad in my life' he thought 'it's that bloody Halloween when snake-face decided to kill me, that's when. If only this could have been changed in any way, then I could have had a good life...'
He continued to focus on this as he ate and didn't stop until he came to bed. What he didn't realise was that by focusing on this single thought he was once again going to destroy one of the "rules" of magic.
A.N: I know it's not much, but it's to launch the story. The plot will really begin in chapter two or three once everything is in place
If you have any question do not hesitate to let a review and i will do my best to answer.
Lisy
