Summary: At the age of forty-nine, Harry Potter already knew that one day he was soon doomed to die like all other humans. That just like his ancestors whom possessed cloak, he too would greet death like an old friend.
But, he was wrong.
Chapter 1: Glowing Runes
At the age of forty-nine, Harry Potter already knew that one day he was soon doomed to die like all other humans. That just like his ancestors whom possessed cloak, he too would greet death like an old friend.
But, he was wrong.
It was just another normal day in Britain and Harry was looking through a number of cases that Ron personally submitted to him due to its very dubious nature involving the former followers of a very deceased dark lord.
According to the reports, a few remaining loyal purebloods were looking for a way to resurrect their defeated lord and make him stronger. So, after a few hours of studying these reports and debating things over in his head, Harry decided to take things in his own hand.
After all, he was the one to defeat Voldemort.
That's why, he felt like it was his own duty to make sure these followers never got the chance to make their plans come to be.
So, going to the questioned hideout of alone, he found it odd that no one was even present in the place. Nor was there any serious wards placed around the important area.
The area was a small cottage found in the edges of London. Surprisingly enough, there was even enough foliage and trees around it that one might actually wonder why a place like this was so close to the city of London.
Entering the small two-floor shack, runes and symbols scattered the floors and, well, much of the interior of the house. Which seemed to be made out of silvery ritual chalk.
So, after taking pictures and note of things.
Harry was about to leave the oddly quiet cottage when to his surprise the door and windows bolted harshly into place.
Trying everything that he could and using every spell in the book that he knew that could wreck a door and wall open he was so disappointed and worried that he may actually die in this drasted place.
Angrily muttering to himself, he prepared himself for the inevitable.
"Seriously, Harry, you're so stupid. You should have at least brought one person to serve as your back-up. But. NO. You chose to this fucking shite alone. And now, look at where it got you."
Frantically searching for any threats, runes started to glow an eerie red as soon as the light of the moon hit fortified glass windows.
Alarmingly enough, with the red glow came the equally disturbing sounds of what seemed to be humans hissing and screaming. Which at a point made him feel like his own head was going to explode.
Clenching his jaw and gripping his wand tighter, Harry soon found himself losing to the unbearable pain making him all too immediately lose consciousness.