Spoiler alert: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to the brand, the only thing I DO own are the OC's and the general plot of this story …. Would be nice if I did own HP tho. What I could do with all that money … Sorry I'm rambling, enjoy
Chapter 2 – The Lord moves in mysterious ways
For millennia's wizards and witches have dedicated time, passion and some even their entire life to try and fathom the wonder that is magic, but no matter how many questions these incredibly smart and wise people answered, they never seemed to be able to come closer to actually understanding what magic was. The only thing magical folk found early on, is that magic could be a fickle mistress, helping as much as she harmed or turned her back on her chosen few.
For centuries shamans and druids had to appease Lady Magic and her many manifestations and indulge her whims to in turn gain her favour by worshipping her, by bringing sacrifices in the form of animals, plans, their life blood or even other humans, but all that drastically changed when the [fire nation attacked] Roman empire started its self-imposed mission to conquer all of their known world.
Said conquest was possible not only due to the romans incredibly organised military, but also due to the way roman magicians managed to circumvent the way the relationship between wizards and Lady Magic had been up until then. Instead of pledging their allegiance to Magic herself they started using different kinds of foci made from magical creatures and/or plants that, in turn, had a very close relationship to magic. Doing this assured a magician's continued connection to magic but eliminated the need of continuous sacrifices or anything alike.
To discuss the negative impact that method had on wizard kind, one must first understand Lady Magic and what made witches special more in depth tho. Starting with Magic itself, she could best be described as a slow moving stream, not exactly sentient in a way that the ancient Greek imagined their gods to be but more along the lines of an ancient tree, slow, steady and still sensitive to all things happening around it, tho the difference between such a tree and magic is, that one can twist and damage a tree until it finally dies without it hitting back. Same could not be said for Magic, the only constant force that saturated the world, tho. Magic would endure. It would be patient with those that misused, abused and perverted her gift. But there would come the point where an individual crossed a line that shan't be crossed.
One such example would be Sodom and Gomorrah, once proud cities under the sky, they were led by warlocks that delved too deep into the dark arts, twisting their minds and bodies, creating monsters out of innocent children and tolerating rape and sin. And then came the point when Magic had had enough and in one incredible show of force, one that would later be described as the wrath of and omniscient god, tho to be honest, Magic was the closest thing earth would ever get to such a thing, both of these cities were razed to the very ground, not even a single citizen would love to tell the tale of the last few moments before their ultimate end, which were filled with the overwhelming feeling of having messed with something they really shouldn't have.
Now the modern witch or wizard really had nothing to be proud of when it came to possessing magic, as the only reason they did, in fact, possess such power was being the descendant of one of the chosen few that Magic herself had deemed worthy once upon a time, as for the reason why muggle- or mundane-born wizards and witches existed? Well, let's just say that even Squibs are able to pass down their innate affinity for magic, even if it might not resurface for many generations, but that is a subject for another day.
Understanding those things, having the afore-mentioned foci, or wands as they would be known later, cut a very important part in the relationship between Magic herself and wizarding kind, changing Magics attitude towards them in a rather drastic way. Where before Druids, shamans and magic users would be able to draw power from the environment or even request aid from "The Great Stream", as they called it, now they had to rely on their own strength exclusively, and many wonders and spells were lost, not only in time or translation, but simply due to the fact that they invoked powers, or aspects of The Stream, that were now unwilling to aid the magicals.
A great example for that were the Norse war priests, that were few in number but in turn exceedingly powerful and adapt at summoning great beasts, such as giant water serpents and similar, that they would have never been able to call to our plain of existence without The Streams willing assistance.
Having said that it becomes obvious why the average, modern magical is vastly inferior in terms of power to those of old, in turn only gaining a simpler and quicker way to cast their magic in the from of spells, jinxes, hexes and curses. To this day no one is entirely sure if the way the magical society changed due to this is entirely good or bad, as one can always argue both sides of the conflict but that is for another day to discuss.
The focus of this story, a new born boy with a vaguely lightning shaped scar running from the middle of the left side of his forehead down, over left eye, stopping at the height of his mouth, currently lies in a small, wooden basket right on the Porch of Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England, covered in simply a thin baby blanket and really only surviving due to his innate magic keeping him warm.
One might ask: "Why would anyone leave such a small child on the front porch in a cold November night on top of that?" Well the short answer would be that a certain old man, that was way too convinced of his own genius and too selfish while telling himself he only acts in the interests of others.
The long answer to that question would be, that Albus Wulfric Brian Percival Dumbledore had always believed himself to be not only the most powerful, but also smartest and most moral person in the room, which quickly led to him trying to control all those around him to come to what he perceived to be "the best possible outcome".
Having been unopposed for many decades, this stance had only been solidified for one Albus Dumbledore and thus a once only slightly manipulative man became something that very closely resembled a puppet master. As the sacrifices that he made over time for "The Greater Good" weighted heavily on his conscience Dumbledore fled himself into his role as "Leader of the light" and as he aged, while devoting all his time and strength into upholding a person to simply keep himself from falling apart, he started becoming what his critics and enemies had been calling him for a long time, namely forgetful and delusional.
Having established this understanding about Albus Dumbledore's mindset, one wouldn't be surprised that his reaction to the prophecy given by one Sybill Patricia Trelawney wasn't rational questioning, deduction work and working around such a thing due to his high skepticism toward this particular field of magic, as it once would have been. No, Dumbledore's reaction was an almost fanatic conviction that this prophecy was inevitable and that he had to do everything in his power to let it be fulfilled. If this meant to set up one Severus Snape to get parts of mentioned prophecy to the dark lord, and then afterwards betraying either the Potter's or the Longbottom's, the only possible candidates to fulfil the prophecy, to create the wizarding worlds saviour, then so be it, or so he thought.
Thus far Dumbledore's plan had worked out better than expected: he had gained a nifty little spy in Severus Snape, the Potters Secretkeeper, whom he had let them choose via a unnoticed compulsion spell, had, quite literally, ratted them out to the dark lord and Sirius Black, the godfather of one Harry Potter, by now better known as "The-boy-who-lived" or the saviour of wizarding Britain, had gotten himself detained due to suspicion to have betrayed his friends to "You-know-who".
Taking advantage of his position as Chief Warlock of the Wizgamot, Dumbledore fast tracked Black right into Azkaban, as to make sure none but those chosen few Dumbledore deemed "necessary" had a hand in the "Chosen One's" upbringing. An upbringing, that would mould him into a humble, selfless and martyr like little minion that could be used easily in Dumbledore's fight against the dark.
The only thing left for Dumbledore to do now would be to orchestrate a raid on the Longbottom's residence and seal the Potter's wills, finish all his spells that he was placing on the potter child and he would only have to wait for the child to come back to the wizarding world, starved for attention, amazed by the wonders of magic and ready o die for his new found friends and the magical world, which would represent his safe heaven.
Turning from his office's window to the small crib standing in the room he gave the elder wand a swift flick to finish up all those different spells he had been placing on the babe for the past few days now. These spells included, but were not limited to, magical trackers, spells to monitor the health of whomever it was attached to and would give warning if said person was near death, charms very alike to underpowered Notice-me-not charms, which would compel people outside of Harrys immediate family to dismiss him and everything he said and did as inconsequential, as well as far more …. Borderline dark magiks. One such magik was, what was commonly known as a "Core-bind" and basically bound the targets magical core in a way, that made it impossible to use more magic than necessary to survive.
In times past this particular spell had been used to punish extremely serious crimes but had been deemed too extreme in the late medieval age and considering it was deemed too extreme in a time that was just all kinds of messed up, one has to wonder why it was being placed on a mere child. The answer to that was exactly three words long, namely "The greater Good".
Having finished up everything Albus Dumbledore took a second to listen to his trilling familiar, one phoenix named Fawkes, and then handed the child to a waiting Hagrid, who was waiting to fly Harry to the residence of the Dursleys. Just as Hagrid had started up "his" flying motorcycle he got hit by a memory charm that deleted the last day from his memory, making him think he had just departed from Godrik's Hallow straight to the doorstep of one Vernon and Petunia Dursley.
This brings us back to Lady Magic interfering due to too much meddling with the intended fate of one Harry Potter. Just as Dumbledore, McGonagall and Hagrid had departed once again, pressure started to build up, the air started to thicken, and the streetlights of the surrounding area started flickering. All of these occurrences mounted to the point where it would have been hard to stand for a regular human and the air was almost tangible. Escalating even further, the whole neighbourhood was starting to be plagued by uneasy rest as well as nightmares of drowning in black nothingness, only for reality to suddenly snap and suddenly collapse inward on itself with the basket containing one Harry Potter at it's epicentre.
The soul of one Harry Potter was whisked away from what he had up until that point perceived, through his limited baby senses, as reality, parallel to the timestream into an entirely different dimension, governed by an entirely different set of rules and species. Seeing as no soul, no matter how powerful, for Harry's soul was indeed a monstrously strong one with even greater potential, even at his current age, could go through such a process unaltered, the new rules of little Harrys future home went ahead and altered him in their picture, first getting a feel or his past, present and future, then estimating his power and condition and lastly altering them accordingly. Seeing as all of the charms, spells and dark magics as well as a horcrux were clinging to his soul, the great stream of Harrys new home took to altering him into something more on the darker side of the spectrum than the human he once was. Slowly but surely his canines elongated, his eyes sharpened to pointy ends and two small bumps formed on his forehead. There were further changes made and while some were simple things like a denser bone structure, others would remain secret for many decades to come. And so a new and improved, nameless baby appeared in the small village of Sdrege.
Let the adventure begin!
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAlright – heres another chapter, hope you liked it. Critique is welcome and as always, thanks for watching.
