Hey hey all, thanks for reading my first to, and thank to all my new followers, and favoriters...I know not a word but I like it! anyway, this is where another big difference in my story begins from it's old version, hope you like it, AND please read and review! I love hearing what you all think! but no flames please, constructive criticism welcome, not bashing thanks! and now! disclaimer time! I do not own Harry Potter!
Chapter 3: Pained light
Harry glares down at the floor in his new room, anger welling inside him as he came to a realization of his powers after two years of using them. Words are not absolute. He frowns as he thinks on what has happened. Over the last two years his family has stayed in line; however, he realized that he couldn't cause permanent damage, death, or truly prevent being hurt by others.
Harry sighs, hops of the bed, and walks downstairs thinking of everything his power couldn't do. It turns out that words wouldn't cause serious injury because the soul, while it can be partially manipulated, won't allow anything to serious to occur to its only connection to the living world. As he continues to think he passes by his cousin, neither looking at each other almost like they don't exist in each other's eyes. As Harry meanders down the stairs he thinks about the only way to kill someone with words. An ability he picked up and wasted on his uncle. He calls it naming. He calls it as such because, by looking deep into the soul, and saying the name of the soul he gets absolute control of the soul. There is two problems with the naming though, it only lasts about five seconds before the soul is released from his control, and the bigger of the two problems; the naming can only be used once, ONCE!
"I'm leaving!" Harry calls into the house on his way out the door, not getting any response, not expecting one either, Harry frowns as he closes the door. Another thing against his naming ability, is it doesn't work on things with no souls. Harry sighs, and begins walking towards the local library.
The library has become a sort of sanctuary for Harry, he went there to learn new words, he even found a book about increasing memory through meditation. He gave a small smirk thinking about meditation. He does it every night, but about a year ago during a meditation, he awoke somewhere new. Confused he left, but not before taking a quick look around and seeing a lot of doors.
After his next trip to the library he learned that he entered a hypothesized state of his own mind, dubbed a mindscape. Afterwards he went back again that night and tried to figure out what to do with it. Harry smiles thinking about the changes he made. Ever since, he has been able to read much faster, remember more, and never ran out of words to use.
Harry began to smile more thinking about the local library, with all its interesting books, and the librarian is really nice, so is her niece, the few times he met her. Even with all that happened in the past, through his meditation he came to terms with what his family did. He doesn't forgive them, but he doesn't hate them. He is impartial to his family. As he walks closer to the library, a soft breeze ruffles his hair. Harry stops, a chill crawling its way up his spine.
h-help m-m-m
Harry's eyes widen as a cracked and weary voice appears in his mind. His eyes roam around in all directions trying to find what was the cause for it, something talking in his mind is a cause for concern to him. As he turns once more he hears a loud SCREE inside his mind. He winces, but the sound pulls his head towards the park. As he stares at the park, eyes wild searching for anything that was out of place. Then, he saw it.
Near the edge of the park, stood a small house; however, it was blurry, almost as if someone was hiding it behind a sheet. He ran full tilt towards the house, staring increasingly hard at the house, before his eyes widen at the site.
The house had a soul, or at least something was giving it a soul. Even though the sight confuses him, a grin formed as he stares at the house. Since it had some sort of soul, his power will work. His grin becomes slightly vicious.
He stares deeply into the soul inhabiting the house, "Open!" He yells with power running through his voice. The door of the house swings open and he charges inside. Until he came upon a sight that shocks him greatly. Not sure what he is seeing, he just continues to stare as a man with a syringe stabs it into a swan looking bird, with white feathers, except for a few shiny metal ones on its wings. The bird gives a loud SCREE that echoed deep inside Harry's mind, causing him to grunt.
The grunt suprises the man, and he quickly turns towards the noise. Seeing a kid standing there with his hand on his head, he narrows his eyes in surprise.
"How did you get in here?" The man asks with anger tinging his words, "I warded this place from everyone! No one should be able to find me!" His face turns into a glare as he pulls a stick from his sleeve. Harry cracks one eye open, his amethyst eye staring directly at the man, and is shocked by what he discovers. The soul of the house is directly tied into the man's soul! Somehow, he was able to expand his soul to the house around him. Seeing the wooden stick, surprised him as well.
The stick had a soul as well, a real soul of its own. He needed to study it more, but the man looked like he was about to attack. Harry opens his other eye, and stares deeply into the man's soul, preparing to make him forget everything.
"Avada Kadavra!" The man yells pointing his stick at Harry. Harry's eyes widen watching part of the man's soul briefly connecting to his wand before an emerald green light, the same color as his eyes, filled with a part of the man's soul, and part of the sticks soul sailed towards him. As the light speeds towards him, Harry sticks his hand out towards the light, the man grinning wide at his success. Then it happened, Harry spoke to the light.
"Stop!" Harry says to the light power radiating from his word. The light stopped, suspended in the air. The man across from Harry eyes widen in absolute shock.
"H-how," The man whispers in fear, "No one can stop the killing curse!" The hysterics in his words obvious, unfortunately Harry was too busy focusing on the light to hear him say anything. A light sheen of sweat on his forehead.
"Return...to…sender" Harry mumbles, power still trembling in his words, even at the softer level. Slowly the light began to turn towards the man. The man's eyes widen, fear evident.
"N-no," he Whispers to himself, "Th-that's impossible!" Unfortunately for him, it isn't. The light fully turns, and suddenly shoots forward, before striking the man in the chest. His mouth widens for a second before he collapses into a seemingly unconscious pile. Harry; however, saw what really happened.
As the light hit the man, He watched as the soul of the light, forcefully pushed the man's soul out of his body, until the light carried the man's soul away and disappearing into thin air. Harry watched as the man crumbled with only one thought in his mind, I did that.
I-I killed him…I killed someone…I-I-I'm sorry…I didn-didn't mean to. He whispers in his own mind, slowly breaking down for killing someone on accident. He was about to fully collapse until he hears a pained trill coming from the swan looking bird. Blinking, Harry focuses on the bird his eyes widen. The bird was in bad shape. Forgetting about killing someone he rushes to the bird and looks it over.
The bird stares at Harry, pain clouding its eyes. Harry picks up the bird, surprised by its weight. He rushes out of the house, and towards the library, he is slowed down a little by the bird. He runs as fast as he can, hoping that the librarian had something to help the bird, Harry didn't want to use his powers on the bird, unsure of what it would do on a bird's soul, much less a bird with two souls.
As he enters the library, he looks over to where the Librarian sits, and spots her there with her short brown hair, and blue eyes boring into his with a slight frown on her face. Next to her was her niece, a girl with busy brown hair, and brown eyes staring in confusion at Harry. Harry normally would have greeted both with a happy wave, but he had bigger issues right now.
"Ms. Granger!" Harry yells out towards the librarian.