Chapter 3
A New Beginning
When everything you know and love is taken away from you so easily, the only thing you can do is watch your loved ones die, the only thing you can feel is hatred and thirst for revenge. To revenge those who had taken away your loved ones from you.
What is the meaning of life anyway? Humans born and after staying in this vast universe die. Why had they born? They weren't wanted to born. We were born without our consent and now we don't want to die. Nobody wants to die. But the phenomenon of the death and life is unknown, today we are alive but we don't know that we will be breathing tomorrow; we don't even know that we will be able to wake up from our slumber. So why not just enjoy the remaining moments of our lives, in peace, in harmony. But it is impossible, humans are very different creatures, they would do anything to gain what they want, without feeling any remorse any guilt. Killing-taking away someone's life without their consent and making their loved ones suffer.
She was crushed, why, the boy that had apparently had been her son was dead. It had been a week since his funeral and life is becoming dull and dull, it was just like someone had absorbed colors from the beautiful scenery. She was not the only one suffering, her husband, and her son's godfather. Sirius had locked himself in his home. He was feeling as guilty as them.
The sun had lost its warmth; it now rained more often ever since Harry had died. It was like the sky itself had been crying.
Lily sighs and folded her arms around her body. The rain had stopped, and the clouds were departing. She looked towards the sun that was looking so beautiful hidden behind the clouds, its rays penetrating the clouds and giving her warmth. She looked towards the ground when she heard a giggle. Almond was running around trying to capture a butterfly, a small smile appeared on her face seeing him so happy. He knows his brother had died a week ago but why was he so carefree because he didn't know who his brother was. He didn't know what the, she can't blame him, she or James or Sirius themselves don't know. Remus was a different story traveling never liked Harry. He was always focused on Almond, his godson.
The sun is disappearing behind the horizon and it will appear again tomorrow in the morning with the new beginning, with new resolve and new light.
Harry was just like the sun before the Halloween night, a child full of energy and warmth, but after that night, his warmth start disappearing, his energy starts diminishing. But she knew deep inside of him that warmth that energy was locked waiting for someone to unlock it but alas nobody tried and he died just like that.
A lone tear slipped from her eye.
'I will never forget you; you will always be my son no matter what.'
She wiped her tears away when she saw her son looking at her worried.
"What's wrong mommy?"
Giving him a teary smile she replied, "Nothing son, just promise me that you will never leave me."
"Of course I will never leave you. I will always be with you and Dad...because I love you."
"Love you too honey, love you too."
Now she realized that Harry had never said those words to her because she never said those words to him. Remembering this she cried even more and hugged her son even more tightly.
James had decided to take Almond on a three years training trip, Sirius and Remus will be going too, to help Almond in his magical studies and in this way they would try to put Harry's death behind them after all that they had done cannot be changed. They would make sure to train Almond to the best of their abilities.
She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened it with a new resolve and determination and for a new beginning.
Unknown Location
The Island shores, by a beautiful beach made of white sand. The beach stretched for miles on either side. There was a cobblestone pathway and at the end of it, there was massive adobe, its color was matching with white sand of the beach. Inside the Manor, the furniture and decorations were elegant done. In the center, dueling leading upper story. All in all, the entire Manor was luxurious and screaming wealth.
Deep down the inside the Manor there was a room that almost looked like an operating room; you could see torches hanging on the wall providing light. There was a boy not older than eight years, sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed. He was wearing only shorts. He was breathing calmly. There was a man who looked not more than thirty years old. He had dark shoulder length hair, long beard, and blue eyes. He was wearing expensive green robes; he was examining the boy that was lying on the bed. His female partner was waving her wand on the young boy's body tears his health.
"So how is he Penny dear?" Nicolas Flamel asked his wife.
"Hmm, it seems his body has healed properly due to Unicorn blood...and his core has also stabilized, but I can't say anything for sure." She replied without looking towards him.
"Well, that's good news, it took Unicorn blood, the power of philosopher's stone and some nutrition potions that you injected into his blood stream to heal him."
"Yes, yes you are right Nick. Now all he need is rest, he is out of a coma and I think he will wake up soon." She pocketed her wand and turned towards her husband who was looking at her and nodding his head playfully. A frown appeared on her face, her brown eyes narrowed, flipping her brown hair behind her back, she questioned.
"What is it?" The man smiled and shook his head.
"Nothing, let's go."
He was lying still when he woke up. He blinked his eyes several times to see clearly. When he got rid of his blurry vision, he looked around to see where he is lying. The last thing he remembered was losing his conscious when he was in his bathroom. He looked around the place, he could barely see anything. There was water on the floor but it was not touching him.
"Dip...dip." The sound of water drops hitting the surface of the water startled him, his eyes snapped open. He looked around; everything was so calm and silent. He can't even feel his breath it was just like...
"Where am I, a-am I de-dead?" He questioned to himself because he was not feeling any pain, physically or emotionally. He felt so peaceful...so happy.
"What makes you think you are dead...although you are mortal and it is in your nature to think like that, to say oneself dead or imagine is quite disturbing, don't you think so, young Harry."
He sat abruptly on the floor; he heard the sound of water splashing due to his movements. He looked towards his left and saw a figure that had his back turned towards him; he was floating in the air or levitating himself in the air. The ripples were forming on the surface of the water where he was floating.
"Who are you?" Harry questioned, his eyes staring at the figures back. Suddenly the figure's body turned around and revealed his form. The man had a long beard with light silvery-ish spiky hair. He had green eyes and wore a white cloak with a high collar. He looked no older than forty years old. His face was impassive and looking at Harry with so much intensity that Harry shuddered. On his right-hand side, a staff that had one ring on each side was floating, it was black in color, the figured let out a chuckle and spoke.
"My name is Potter. I am the person of the past who had died long ago".
"Potter, what do you mean 'you are the person of the past who had died long ago?' and do you know where I am? And if I am not dead do you know how to get out of this place...and" Harry stopped when the man raised his hand.
"Let me introduce myself first. You know the Potters are a very old family." Seeing Harry nods, he continued." The Potters are my descendants and I was the first Potter. I was born during the time of the founders and was the pupil of Godric Gryffindor."
"You are my ancestor." He whispered; shocked to see someone who should be dead long ago. Swallowing nervously, he questioned.
"But how are you alive, it's impossible or is that I'm the one who is not alive."
"No, you're not dead but your mind is in between this life and after life. Over the passage of time, culture, traditions, magic but most of all people humanity have changed. I have seen many people try to conquer this world for their own gains but failed."
"You are not making any sense." Harry replied dumbly.
"My body is dead but my spirit is alive traveling in time with the help of magic and you are the first one who was able to call my spirit for help. Only those who are related to me can call my spirit."
"But why you came to help me, why you saved my life."
"I did play a part in saving your life but I was not the only one who saved your life young Harry. Let me show you something to clear your confusion and that will explain why you are here."
With that, the older Potter took his staff in his right hand and waved it in front of him. The scenery changed and Harry saw Albus Dumbledore in a room with a woman, he heard the whole conservation. He was about to say something when scenery changed and Harry saw a hooded figure in black robes standing in front of Potter Manor, then he saw how he entered a room where two young children were sitting in their cribs. Harry knew who those children were and he knew who that hooded figure was. He heard what Voldemort said, how he wanted him to turn into and invincible weapon, he saw how Voldemort gave him a dark mark. He saw how the Dark Lord vanished, how his parents and Aurors came. How Dumbledore decide his fate, he saw everything.
Anger was the only thing he felt. How dare he, who does he think he is deciding his fate, and his parents hadn't done anything just accepted what Dumbledore had to say. But he controlled himself when he saw the scenery changed again and saw how people celebrating and cheering and proclaiming his brother as a hero the boy who lived and those same people calling for his execution because the Dark Lord had given him a dark mark.
The scene changed again and then he saw his body lying in hospital bed, how doctor informed his parents about his death, in his funeral how his father and mother begging for forgiveness, he snorted at that. He saw how a black figure, a vile filled with blood in his hands, and he also heard what he said.
Then two more figures appeared and placed his body on the table, how they healed him and then repairing everything left. He saw himself lying in a bed with neat clothes on and two figures one males and one female standing there looking concerned while he himself sleeping peacefully.
The scenes disappeared. He stands there still, his head bowed while his fists clenched.
"Is this true?" He whispered.
"Yes." He gritted his teeth in silent fury. He felt confusion, hatred, and appreciation but most of all anger. Something stirred in him, something that wanted to unleash very badly and he let it out and screamed. He doesn't know what is happening around him, what is happening to him. He just wanted to scream, wanted to get revenge, wanted to unleash his magic and his wrath on those who had caused him pain.
His magic exploded from his body. "boom..." Pain, suffering, and rage everything comes out of his body in waves. The water starts vibrating, a silvery aura formed around his body that turned his hair silver for a moment but suddenly he feels on the ground exhausted and lost his consciousness.
Somewhere in the forest of Albania.
A lone figure could be seen walking through the forest without making any sound. He was wearing dueling robes made of Dragon hide and on top of it, he was wearing a black hooded cloak. He had his wand in his right hand. His blue eyes looking everywhere, searching for something or rather for someone that he knew is hidden in this forest. The forest was dark; no light was coming from anywhere except his wand. He took out a book from his pockets and touched it with his wand. The book vibrated slightly and turned left, so he starts walking left. After walking for a while, the book vibrated again screeched. The figure stopped immediately. He put the book in his pocket and looked around but couldn't due to the darkness that's surrounding him.
"Lumos Maxima." He whispered, a ball of silver light erupted from his wand and lit space around him.
Then he saw a ghost like a creature hovering in the air. He smirked, dropped his hood revealing his face. The ghost-like creature moved and came closer.
"I finally found you, father," the man with blue eyes spoke, feeling proud of his accomplishment.
"Took you long enough Tenebrissss." Tenebris scowled but his expression changed when the ghost like creature hissed.
"Tell me one thing my dear ssson, how did you find me?" He demanded. Tenebris cleared his throat and took a familiar book from his pocket and showed it to his father.
"I took this diary from Lucius and well...you know how capable I'm in dark arts."
"Don't forget it took you seven long years to find me. Where were you?"
"In these past seven years, I was searching and finding a way to bring your body back. I was not free." He replied angrily. "You should be thankful to me father that I came. Due to your foolish actions, you lost your body. What were you thinking going after a boy no more than fifteen months old?"
"Don't forget whom you are speaking to Tenebrissss."
"Yes, yes I know whom I speaking to, father. The greatest dark Lord Voldemort who defeated by a one-year-old child and because of it, our plans for World domination and our fear of the British wizarding world went to hell. But not anymore," he turned around and stared into his father's red slit eyes. He took a deep breath and calmed himself and then spoke." I will bring you back in your body and you will be more powerful than before. From now on I will not work in the shadows; I will stand beside you and work for our goal."
"So when are you going to bring my body back."
"Everything is ready and prepared but..."
"But what?" The Dark Lord questioned.
Tenebriss hesitated slightly but seeing his father's gaze upon him he spoke." The way I want to bring your body back will take minimum three years but when you will return into your body, you will be more powerful than even your imagination."
"Three years...it better be worth it Tenebrissss or you will regret it."
"Don't worry father I know what I'm doing."
"So when are you going to start the procedure."
"Now."
It had been almost a week since they left Britain. Their first destination was France. France magical community was more advanced than Great Britain's. They thought that Almond would learn quite a lot in here. Before they left Britain, they had purchased everything that they needed for Almond's training. Lily still remembered what Ollivander had said about Almond's wand that is made of holy wood and phoenix's feather.
"I remember every wand I sold Mr. Potter. The most curious thing is that the Phoenix whose feather resides in your wand gave another feather, just one another feather. It is very curious that you should be destined for this one when its brother gave you that scar."
"You mean 'you know who'?" Almond asked. Ollivander nodded his head. "We can expect great things from you after all he also did great things, terrible but yes great things."
"Mr. Ollivander, are you sure it is safe to give this type of wand to him after all they are relate," James questioned.
"The wand chooses the wizard Lord Potter and it seems this wand chooses young Mr. Potter its master."
"What are you thinking Lily?" she turned around and saw James, Almond, and Sirius standing there in their Quidditch gear, their brooms in their hands.
"It's nothing, James. Almond, you have ten minutes to change. It's time for your charms lesson." Almond nodded and left. Almond study has been going smoothly. After forming a study plan for Almond, it was decided that Lily would teach him Charms and Herbology. James would teach him Transfiguration and duel. Remus would teach him defense against the dark arts and Sirius would teach him potions. All in all, Almond would be in his second or third year when he'd leave for Hogwarts.
He woke up and found himself in a familiar place. Harry looked around and spotted the ancient man floating near him. Harry stood up and sat down crossed legged.
"What happened to me?"
"You fell unconscious because of magical exhaustion." Harry remained silent for a while, thinking about everything he had learned and seen a couple of hours ago. His eyes filled with tears that start falling on the ground dropped by dropped. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes while wiped his tears away.
"I have learned many things today from you, Sir. But I have many questions...I-I'm confused. Can please explain everything, like...I don't know just..." he sighs and glanced at the ancient man helplessly.
The old man nodded his head and spoke. " Before you and your brother were born, a prophecy was given by a seer, and the prophecy was..." the old man waved his staff in the air and Harry heard the prophecy. "According to the prophecy, the child with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh months dies and the Dark Lord will mark him equal, you, your brother and Neville Longbottom were the candidates. Voldemort marked you as his equal when he gave you the dark mark." Harry looked at his forearm where the dark mark was glowing greenish. "Yes, Harry this is not an ordinary mark. Coming back to our topic, after he gave you dark mark thinking that he will take you and turn you into a weapon, the Dark Lord fired a killing curse towards your brother as I had shown you before."
"But why he wanted me. Why Voldemort wanted me to turn into a weapon?"
"Because of your magic, your magic is very powerful than any other wizard. You are not an ordinary wizard Harry." Harry remained silent wondering how he is powerful or special.
"At that night it was your magic that protected you and your brother. You both got scars on your forehead and Almond was declared the boy who lived and what happened next you know already, as I had shown you before you lost your consciousness." Harry nodded his head and spoke with gritted teeth.
"Dumbledore asked my parents to abandon me and without another thought they did." The old man looked sadly at Harry and spoke softly. "Harry they did this to you because they were afraid of you. They were afraid of what you might do in the future."
"I don't care about them anymore, after all to them I'm dead and to me, they are dead too." Potter sighs and shook his head slightly.
"You don't know what you are saying do you, family means nothing to you?"
"I know very well what I'm saying and no the so called family means nothing to me, they can go to hell for all I care."
"It seems the fire of revenge is still burning inside of you. Why can't you just forgive them, if you hurt them the way they hurt you then you'll be the same like them, a coward. I'm very disappointed in them; I can't reach them or talk to them because they're not worth it."
"You came here just so you can lecture me about peace; love and forgiveness...listen to me old man and listen very carefully. They think I'm dead and to me they are dead. I will never call them my family again." Harry spat angrily, here came an old man trying to change his heart about his family who knows nothing about his pain and suffering they had thrown his way. He was fuming inside; he clenched his fist tightly and gritted his teeth.
"I'm very sorry I talked to you this way Harry. I have been watching you since you were born. Your parents were never like this, let me show you something." With that, the old man touched the ground with his staff and the scenery changed.
Harry saw his mother holding two babies in her arms. She was sitting in a bed looking tired. His father and godfather were standing beside her. Harry saw how she was smiling and playing with them but the scene that brought tears in his eyes was when his mother looking at him, just at him with so much love. He saw how he touched his mother's cheeks and how she kissed his hands, his forehead, and his nose. He heard every word that was filled with warmth and love and affection.
He fell to his knees, tears falling freely from his eyes. He felt empty, hopeless and desperate.
"Why, why, why." He whimpered. "Why me," "because you're destined for greatness, you're destined to change many things."
He remained silent, he was lost, and he doesn't know what to do. He knew his parents would love him if he returns to them. But part of his heart wanted to get revenge, to make them suffer, and another part of heart wanted to stay away from them for the rest of life. What to do.
"If you think you can go back to them then I don't think it is a good idea. You're still too young and weak. I came to you because I wanted to train you, to give you my knowledge." Harry's ears twitched at that, he turned around so that he can look at the old man.
"Wha-what did you say." The old man chuckled and smiled slightly.
"Do you know you're in this place for more than five hours Harry."
"No?" "This place where we're is out of time, meaning in here time will always be zero." Harry's eyes widened and he looked around in amazement.
"You mean to tell me that it doesn't matter how much time I spent here I will never grow older and the time in the real world will be same as it was five hours ago."
"Correct." the old man nodded his head and smiled.
"Wow. So what're you going to teach me?"
"Before I start teaching you anything, they're some disadvantage I want to tell you. You can't grow physically because your body is in the real world, you can't grow magically either."
"What then what I suppose to train in if I can't control my magic?" Harry asked sounding disappointed.
"Mind and body both are needed to control magic. In here I will not only teach you every subject related to magic, I will teach you how to control your magic through the mind. When you will go back to the real world, you can train your body to control your magic or someone will help you control it."
"What do you mean by 'someone will help me to control it?'?"
The old man chuckled "Nothing, you will know when you will meet him." Potter's expressions turned grim and he looked at Harry with seriousness. "What are you going to do with your family?"
Harry sighed; he knew his ancestor carefree ask him that question. But what he'll do with his family. Are they worthy of his forgiveness? He doesn't want to become like those who had abandoned him and failed to give him the love he deserved.
"I-I don't know. Part of me wants to stay away from them, part of me wants to get revenge but part of me wants to give them a second chance." He looked at the dark mark on his left forearm and frowned, "I don't want to become like Voldemort because of him I was left alone in the first place. I want to become what I want to become, what I want to achieve. What I desire."
Potter nodded his head in approval and gave him a small smile.
"You have a very great mind, Harry. You can think from all point of views. I like it but always remember one thing. Someday, we'll forget the hurt, the reason we cried and who caused us pain. We will finally realize that the secret of being is not revenge, but let things unfold in their own way and time. After all, what matters is not the first, but the last chapter of our life which shows how well we ran the race. So smile, laugh, forgive, believe and love all over again."
"I-I will try." He swallowed; he closed his eyes and lowered his head when he felt a warm and soft hand on his left shoulder. He looked up and saw his great ancestor smiling at him warmly. This time instead of floating he was on his feet.
"That's all I'm asking for Harry. Don't lose yourself. You're a strong kid." He nodded his head slightly. His whole body was now shaking at that point. He doesn't know how he was holding his tears back.
Potter took a step forward and engulfs Harry in a hug and Harry cried his heart out. The ancient man closed his eyes and sigh. 'No matter what you do I will always support you but I can't let you harm your family. I can't let you harm yourself.'
"You came early than I expected my dear Tenebriss." Her brown eyes searching him up and down as if expecting him to show her something, she followed her husband into the chambers and sat down on the chair beside him.
"So are you going to tell me what happened, were you able to locate him?" Tenebriss took off his shoes and changed himself into more comfortable clothes, stretching a bit he sat down on the chair. A mug of hot cocoa appeared in front of him, taking a sip from it, he spoke.
"In the forest of Albania, everything went well; he is now resting in his bedroom. We will start the ritual after three years in the future...by the way, were you able to find our daughter or not Emma."
His wife shook her head negatively. "I have searched everywhere; it looks like someone has gotten to her before me. I don't know what she was thinking running away from us." He husband shook his head and leaned forward, "We wanted her to prove herself that she is really our daughter but she failed, she disappointed me, she humiliated me in front of Lucius and other death eaters. It's better she runs away and someone took her in. To me, she is a failure nothing else."
Emma sighed and stood up from her chair. "I will not stop looking for her. I know she didn't want to become like us. I know she was weak but she is our daughter and I will not rest till I found her."
"What do you think father will say about this hmm." He placed the empty cup on the table and stood up from his seat." Emma, she is a lost cause. She can't give us anything. Have you forgotten what she had said about us, she hates us, she is a kind heart and pure soul to belong to us. Let her go. I'm sure wherever she is, she is happy."
Emma hugged her husband and cried. "It's been a year since she left Dan. I miss her so much."
"You have to forget about her Emma, for her own happiness. Father doesn't know about her, he thinks she is dead and I don't want to tell him she is alive and somewhere out there."
"The First subject I'm going to teach you is the difference between wand magic and wand-less magic."
The scene of this world had changed into a wide grass field with trees and different flowers covering the area. A small cottage had been built too that contain everything Harry needs for his training most of them are books because he can't learn anything physically. He wishes he has his body too in this place where no time exists. He would be able to become strong in no time, but it is impossible.
"In my days when I started learning magic, there was no concept of wands just wand-less magic or staffs. Wandless magic is denser and powerful than the magic we cast with wands. But it is very difficult to master the art of wand-less magic, you need your full focus and concentration on the task. You need to clear your mind from everything, and to do so I'm going to teach you one of the mind arts called Occumelancy." A book appeared in Harry's hand, "this book will give you knowledge about what are mind arts and how we can master them. When you finish reading it then you will practice it."
Harry nodded his head and sat down on the soft grass cross-legged. The wind was blowing all around him. The sky was sunny; the weather was not too cold or not too hot. He opened the book and start reading.
He doesn't know how many years it will take for him learn everything and every subject. His Master-Potter had already told him that he will teach him Potions, Defense against the dark arts (DADA), Charms, Ancient Runes, Transfiguration, Arithmancy and many other subjects. He can perform magic here but his magic will not grow in size because his body is not in this dimension. Well, something is better than nothing. He is looking forward to what his ancestor has stored for him. He is excited and thrilled. The next few years will be going to be amazing.