book
Pariah
Chapter two
-Harry-
Harry was walking through the restricted section with an emotionless mask on his face. Over the past month he had slowly become colder and colder to the other Hogwarts students as well as Professor McGonagall. By this point the only ones who he treated normally were Ron, Hermione, Neville, Hagrid, Madame Pince, Madame Pomphrey, and Professor Dumbledore. He was cordial with the rest of the staff, minus Snape and McGonagall, Lee, who hadn't done anything against him but hadn't done anything to help, and the twins, they had only ignored him for one practice and they explained that they had thought he had done something to get Hagrid in trouble.
The rest of the school, apart from the Slytherins, had spent the time trying to kiss up to him hoping he would forgive them. Some of the worst had been Oliver Wood and the three Gryffindor chasers who had been hounding not only him but the twins, who had resigned as well to show their support of him, as well. Often times Harry would find the four of them outside of his suite down the hall from the Gryffindor tower entrance when he woke up in the mornings begging him to join the team again, he had head that all three of the chasers had tried to date the twins as incentive but it hadn't worked. They even tried to get Lee Jordan to help them but he said flat out in the Great Hall that he only remained the commentator because he wanted to have an excuse to insult them without getting in trouble.
As it was he was browsing through some of the books he was now allowed access to when suddenly he felt something tug in his gut and he turned to a bookshelf and saw that a portion of its side was glowing green before it slid open and revealed a hidden compartment, Inside was a thin leather bound book with a strange rune on its cover. Gently lifting it from its resting place he placed it into his bag to inspect later and left to go back to his room smiling at Ron and Hermione who were studying for their exams as he went. His friends had stayed pretty much the same over the past month just choosing to ignore the people they didn't like instead of adopting Harry's 'Lord of Ice' persona.
Once he reached his dorm he looked around as he always did at it. It had five rooms in it: a bedroom, a bathroom a kitchen, a common room, and a study all of which were filled with very fine furniture and other furnishings. Setting his bag down on a table he pulled out the book and opened the book to its first page and saw that it was covered with strange runes that after a moment seemed to glow green before turning into English, it said:
Greetings to whomever finds this book. I have in my four hundredth year of life decided to set unto paper the knowledge of my power and abilities should another of my kind ever walk the earth. I have found four magic users of pure heart and great power to whom I shall leave my home the castle Hogwarts for them to turn into a school to train future magic users to hone their talents. This book is written in runes only readable by our kind or those whom we teach it to. If anyone else reads it or tries to learn it is only gibberish.
Good luck to you,
Emrys Merlin
When he finished this he was floored, the school had once belonged to Merlin before he gave it to the founders. Then he realized that Merlin had spoken of himself as if he wasn't a true wizard or 'magic user' as he had put them and that he was the same. Quickly turning to the next page he read:
I discovered of my true nature when I was practicing the art of mental shielding that I have hence 'dubbed Occlumency' and began sorting my memories. I found one from my third winter where I had been taken along with my parents to a cave by a group of Dark Wizards of the Le Fay clan; they were angry with my parents defying them so they decided to punish them. They stabbed the two clan heads of clan Le Fay each stabbed one of my parents with a special dagger tied to their life force so they could not die until their owners died no matter how much blood they lost. Then the twenty of the twenty-one members of Clan Le Fay, the youngest member who was the same age as me did not participate and became my future enemy Morgan Le Fay, surrounded me leaving only a gap for my parents to watch as they all fired the ancient Celtic Death Curse 'Avada Kedavera'. Instead of working the twenty men and women all lost their lives as their magic was stripped from their bodies and added to mine. I had been born without any magic but an empty magical core however after that day I had a magical core containing the combined power of the twenty Le Fays. I spent the next ten years researching this and discovered that my core was born with a mutation that allowed it to drain the magic of those whom I killed by absorbing their magical cores contained in their soul. When someone attempts to use soul magic on me then I gain their cores as well. I have found that each point of my body where I was hit with the first death curse has a scar shaped like a bolt of lightning.
Good luck to you,
Emrys Merlin
Absently he felt his scar before turning to the next page with the heading of 'Soul Demons' which read:
Soul Demons
The daemonum animae or 'soul demons' as the commoners call them seem drawn to me above all others due to, I think, my tie to innate soul magic. They I have found that upon their destruction the magical cores from the souls they steal are released into the world occasionally affecting plants and creatures to create new magical species. In my case they are absorbed into my core making me stronger. I believe the daemonum see me as a feast or a prize. My observations have shown that each of the daemonum gets slightly stronger with each magical soul they take but I am unsure as to what my core would do to them. I am renaming these creatures to Dementors to simplify their calling.
Good luck to you,
Emrys Merlin
Harry just shook his head and turned the page again and saw the heading 'Psyche's Pythos' and read:
Psyche's Pythos
The soul-jar containers of ancient Greece or 'Psyche's Pythos' are horrible creations. A witch or wizard splits their soul by committing that vilest of act, the murder of an innocent and places the soul piece into a container. Each of these pieces contains half of the soul in the beings body at the time so each container would theoretically be smaller by half each time although no-one has ever tried to make more than two as the second had monstrous effects on their appearance. These pythos' can only be destroyed by use of basilisk venom, the death curse, or the fires of the fiends. Whenever I destroy one the soul piece, which holds a magical core part equal to the portion of soul it contains is absorbed. I have gathered as many of these containers as possible and hidden them in the great room of hidden things on the seventh floor corridor to leave for your use but I am as of yet unaware as to what affect all of that magic will have on the room.
Good Luck to you,
Emrys Merlin
Harry pondered where this place was and resolved to find it before he graduated school. Skimming through the rest of the book he found several useful facts about his gift such as that every time he absorbed a core if it contained a special magical ability then he would gain it himself, he was immune to death related magics, and it would prolong his life the more power he gained. Finally he turned to the last page he saw his name at the top, quickly he read:
Name: Harry James Potter
Born: July 31, 1980
Core balance:
July 31, 1980: 0
October 31, 1981: 51; source gained: soul fragment; portion of whole core: 1/128; taken from: Tom Marvolo Riddle (AN: I did the math and that is the size of the soul that would have been inside Harry in the books).
Abilities:
July 31, 1980: none
October 31, 1981: Parsletongue; source gained: soul fragment; taken from: Tom Marvolo Riddle
By the time he finished he was somewhat shaky. Quickly closing the book he ran towards the nearest teacher's office that he knew of and quickly knocked and was welcomed in by Professor Flitwick. "What can I do for you Mr… dear lord my boy what's wrong?" the small professor exclaimed when he saw his pale and shaky form.
"I need to get to Professor Dumbledore." he said shaking like a leaf and was quickly set down by Professor Flitwick.
"I'm afraid that Professor Dumbledore is away at the moment and will be unavailable to see you until tomorrow when he returns." Flitwick said before handing him a vial of light blue potion from inside his desk, "Here drink this it's a calming drought. Now you just go off to bed and relax, I will set up a meeting with the Headmaster for you.".
On his way back to his room he saw Ron and Hermione whom he quickly grabbed and dragged them to his common room. The moment he let them go they turned to him, "What is it Harry?" Hermione asked nervously seeing his expression that, even with the potion, was nervous.
"Snape is going after the stone tonight." he said simply making the two pale fearfully. "And I'm going to stop him.".
"You're not going without us." Ron said while Hermione nodded in agreement.
"I know, you're too stubborn to not to." he said playfully shoving Ron while they chuckled lightly.
-Later that night-
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were standing outside of the door to the third floor corridor, "Last chance to turn back guys." he said hoping that they would go back to the tower but they just glared at him. "I was afraid of that." he muttered before opening the door deliberately ignoring the smirks on his friend's faces. Quickly pulling out his flute he started playing and watched as Fluffy fell asleep. Getting Ron's attention he pointed to Fluffy's paw and made a swish and flick motion and the quickly caught on. Once the door was open he gestured that he wanted to go down first and Ron quickly took the flute and started playing as Harry jumped down.
Once he landed he yelled up that it was safe and quickly heard two more thumps, "Lumos." he heard Hermione say and in the new light he saw some plant tentacles slithering back into the walls. "Devil's snare," she muttered "so that's Hagrid and Professor Sprout down." and they continued on.
And so it continued they faced a room full of flying keys, a giant chess set where Ron got injured and had to remain behind, a room with a dead troll, and a room full of different potion bottles where Hermione ended up going back to get help while he went onward.
Stepping through the flames he walked into the room and gasped, "Quirrel?" he gasped out shocked as said man turned around to smirk at him, "But I thought it would be Snape!".
"Ah yes Severus does seem the type doesn't he now be a good boy and come here." Quirrel snarled the last two words as he conjured a rope and sent it at him like a lasso pulling him forward. "I heard that you had an interesting encounter with this mirror earlier in the year so you will tell me what it does and how I can get the stone.".
As his head was forcibly turned towards the mirror he looked into the eyes of his reflection and saw it wink before it brought a red stone out of its pocked before putting it back and feeling the weight in his own pocked, 'did I just get the stone' he thought in shock.
"Give it to me!" a different voice hissed making him jump away in shuck taking the rope with him as Quirrel lost his grip. Suddenly Quirrel's turban started to dissolve into dust and black veins crept across his face from the back of his head and entered his eyes making them turn black before he spun around. When he was turned Harry yelled out in shock as a second face looked back at him, one with red eyes and snake like nostrils.
"Voldemort." he growled making the rope holding him burn away from accidental magic, "I knew you worked with two-faced bastards but isn't this a stretch." he snarked hoping to throw Voldemort off of his game.
"Be silent boy." Voldemort snarled walking towards him "This body is a puppet, nothing more. Now give me the stone before I kill you.".
"How about no." he replied cheekily silently praying that Hermione would hurry up and get help.
Suddenly Voldemort flew forward and pinned him to the wall by his neck "You have courage boy." Voldemort hissed into his face "It is a pity that you are so rebellious, you would have made a valuable ally.".
Suddenly he remembered the name that was written in the book Merlin wrote, that he got his magic from Tom Marvolo Riddle on that Halloween, that must have been Voldemort's real name. "I would never join you Tom Marvolo Riddle, you killed my parents.".
This had the desired effect as Voldemort froze in shock, taking advantage of this Harry brought his arm up from underneath and struck him at the elbow with all of his strength and heard it break (AN: Before anyone says anything this is true. If an arm is locked firm and you bend it in the opposite direction of normal it only takes nine pound of force to break it so I'm sure that an eleven year old could do this if they got lucky or knew what they were doing). When Voldemort dropped him he shot forward and tackled him to the ground before placing his wand at his neck and saying the first spell that came to mind "DIFINDO!" he yelled putting all of his magic into it before he blacked out, feeling a strong pair of arms catch him as he fell.
When he came to he was in the Hospital wing with Dumbledore smiling down at him. Suddenly he felt both a crushing pain in his ribs and a large amount of water on his chest "Harry!" he heard the crying girl on his chest yell out as she squeezed him even tighter, "We were so worried!".
"There, there Hermione I'm fine." he said hugging her back "Just tired from using too much magic. I can't leave my brother or my favorite sister alone now can I? Who knows what you two would do." he finished ruffling her hair at the end as she laughed but swatted his hand.
Suddenly she paused and looked up at him, "Do you really see me and Ron as your brother and sister?" she asked him curiously.
"Of course I do. The Dursley's are no relation of mine and that place is no home to me. You and Ron are my awesome siblings and Professor Dumbledore here is like my badass grandfather." he laughed as Dumbledore grinned at the description while Hermione swatted him for cursing.
"Now Harry Professor Flitwick told me you wanted to see me?" Dumbledore said sitting down.
"Yes sir but could we talk in your office?" he asked "It is extremely important and there are only a few that I feel should be there.".
"And who would they be?" Dumbledore asked curiously but Harry knew that he wanted a good answer.
"You for one," he began "Professor Flitwick because he might know something as well, Madame Pince because it involves a book, and Madame Pomphrey because we might need her expertise. Those are all of the staff but I also want Ron and Hermione there.".
"And why would that be?" Dumbledore asked.
"Because they are my family and I trust them with my life. They stood by me and I will stand by them." he replied firmly and Dumbledore smiled like that was exactly what he wanted to hear.
"Then we will meet in my office in one hour, I will send Filius to pick you and your siblings up at your common room then." he said before leaving.
AN: Okay everybody I want suggestions and opinions on how this story should go on because it could easily became worthless but could just as easily become amazing so review and comment please.