Query: Anyone else ever wish the last book ended with Harry whipping out a .357 and unloading a clip into Riddle? Not very magical, but very effective.
Speech
Thought/Parsel
this MAY be a Harry/harem fic. I'm not sure.
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"E-excuse me?? Part of my what..??" Harry started to wonder if he wasn't hallucinating.
The dark haired young man brushed a few strands of hair away to reveal a lightening bolt shaped ar on his own forehead, "This is part of your mind that was locked away from you. Or rather...I am that part." He gave a weak chuckle at Harry's 'deer-in-headlights' look, "I'm the lion's share of your self-confidence, your refusal to back down, the will to think for yourself..I was locked away soley to keep you from becoming uncontrollable; and one guess who."
"Dumbledore." They said in unison.
"Hold on a minute! How do I know this isn't just some freaky dream, or a trick by Voldemort??" Harry said, reaching for his wand, and swearing loudly when he realized it was nowhere on him.
The other boy grinned, "No one knows, but your favorite candy is Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, even though you dread the odds of getting a nasty one. Ever since your second year, you've contemplated selling the location of the Slythrin dorms to the Twins. You find the idea of Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, or even Snape getting hit in the knackers with a bludger hilarious; and you've caught yourself staring at Hermione Granger's body, as well as those of a few other witches, more than once since the fourth year."
Harry felt the gears grind a bit; nobody, not even Ron or Hermione, knew that stuff. Especially the last one. He blamed it on puberty, but even though he knew it risked getting caught, he did rather enjoy the view, "O-K...Let's say you're telling the truth..how'd you manage to get out?"
"When I was locked away, the wanker put me into a dormant state to be sure I'd never awaken. I slept for 15 years until you blew up at the old man for not telling you about the prophecy all this time. That bout of anger was enough to rouse me from my slumber. Even though I was sealed away, I was able to see what had happen in my absence; fortunately that fool failed to realize I'm still a part of your mind even though I was separated. The revelation you had earlier and your decision to finally sever ties with him was enough to let me break free and return to where I belong. However, we have work to do before that can happen." As soon as the now freed piece of Harry's mind stepped out of the doorway, the hallway and cell suddenly crumbled away, their purpose now nonexistent.
When the last bricks vanished, they found themselves now standing in a white circular room. Papers, boxes and other various odds and ends lay strewn about the place. In the very center stood a pedestal, what looked like a gleaming jewel the size of an ostrich egg sat on top, wrapped heavily in chains. They could see it was a swirling mix of green and black.
"Is..is that what I think it is?" Harry asked.
"Yeah..your magic core. Cool color scheme too. I'm willing to bet those chains are blocks. Merlin..look at this!" The fragment set a hand on the core and scowled, "There so many blocks, there's only enough magic seeping out to get by on!"
Harry set a hand on it as well. He could feel the tingle of his own magic, but it felt constricted, like a drain with buildup in the pipes. The larger chains made him snarl because he could literally feel Dumbledore's touch on them.
"That arsehole..." The fragment sighed, "Unfortunately, nothing we can do about that at the moment. We have cleaning to do. This place is a wreck!"
"Yeah..let's start here and work our way out." The two began picking up the papers and sorting through everything. It was difficult but it felt good for harry to finally have a sense or order in his mind.
He was in the middle of pulling out a small snitch, representing his love of the game, when he heard a yell of "Holy shit!" from the other side. He ran over to find the fragment staring in disgust at a throbbing reddish-purple mass sitting on the floor with gnarled vines extending out, several were attached to the wall. It practically exuded evil with each pulse. It didn't take a genius for him to realize what it was.
"This is the link with Riddle. It has to be." He muttered.
"Let's kill it when we're done." The fragment muttered, feeling sick just looking at it.
"Sever the link!? Are you out of your bloody mind?! We dont even know if that's survivable!" Harry almost yelled.
"You forget, I've looked through your memories; this end's little more than a receiver. All you ever did with it was pick up things from Voldie. If you had actually sent things back...well, THEN it'd be an unwise option. Right now, the link's technically only one-way so I'm betting it's safe. It'll hurt like hell, but I'd personally choose that over living with it."
Harry thought it over; the link did seem rather puny on his side. The pain he could handle and it would be a start towards his fight with that man, "All right, after we finish cleaning."
It didn't take them long to finally pick everything else up and organize it by importance and how personal they were. As soon as they were done, the fragment handed him one of a pair of broadswords, representations of his bravery and courage. Unfortunately, the somewhat skewed idea of what real bravery and courage was left them dulled and tarnished, thanks to others attempts to alter his way of thinking to theirs.
"I can use one to break some of these chains on the core. The more recent ones should be weak enough to be broken, but older ones'll need professional help to break." The fragment said, "I'll be absorbed back into your mind when that happens. Then all you'll have to do is drive yours into the link. Although, right now we need to put an edge back on these swords."
Harry nodded and tightened his grip on the sword, "'Bravery'" He said to himself, looking at the word etched on the blade, "All this time I been called 'The Golden Boy of Gryffindor...Supposed to be the figurehead of the house of bravery..but I'll I've really been doing is rushing in half-cocked and getting others hurt in the process, that's not bravery..that's just effing idiocy.."
"Real bravery's willing to protect people and stand up for yourself, isn't it? Courage is the willingness to act on it, right?." The fragment asked, focusing on the top chain.
"Yeah, standing your ground and not backing down simply to please someone...I've done that far too much...Snape...Dumbledore... Voldemort...the Dursleys..even other students...I've let myself get run roughshod over more than once." His face darkened and the swords' tarnish slowly began to fade, "No more...I'm through letting others decide for me! From now on, I'm living MY life by MY rules!"
The swords started to take on the shine of brushed steel as Harry's eyes narrowed, "I'll go after Voldemort and his Death Munchers, but I'm doing it my way! They've done nothing but hurt and kill people simply because they aren't 'pure-blooded' or think like they do."
The tarnish faded away fully and the dull edges began to sharpen, "Dumbles and Riddle; they think they have the right to use others for their own ends..they try to make me become what they want..." The edges became razor sharp, "From now on, Harry Potter is pushed around by nobody! I'm not backing down ANY MORE!!"
The fragment jumped a bit and began to laugh when both swords suddenly erupted into lethal-looking claymores, "On three! One..!"
They both drew back, the blades sparkling in the light of Harry's core, "Two..!
"THREE!" Both swords sang as they were brought down.
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Outside, it turned out that Mundungus Fletcher was on guard that night. However, once again he abandoned his post for another 'business deal' and ended up missing the explosion of light that emanated from Harry's room along with the shockwave that shattered every window within 50 feet of #4 Privit Drive.
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Lol, this chapter took a little while to get ready
Next time: A poor slob gets a can of whoop-ass opened up on him. (guess right and I'll e-mail you a devils food cookie, once I learn how.)
