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Chapter 4:

Water. Carbon. Ammonia. Lime. Phosphorus. Salt. Saltpeter. Sulfur. Fluorine. Iron. Silicon. And some other shit. Everything needed to make a human body. And since he had the Philosopher's Stone, this should be a piece of cake.

Harrison grinned. He finished collecting everything and already drew the circle needed to complete the ritual. The relatives were downstairs, entertaining some important family or something, so he wouldn't be bothered for a while. That, and they had to eat all the fattening foods Harrison made just for Vernon, but lets not get into that.

"Born of hope and despair,

Killed by those who thrice defied him,

Be reborn as my love and my vice."

He sucked in a breath as he felt his magic being sucked out of him like a vacuum. He tried to control the impulse to struggle and hold his magic dormant, but it was too much. He felt like he was being sucked dry of everything that made him him. It was not pleasant.

But to his joy, everything he put in the circle was slowly forming a body. It weaved this way and that, composing the elements to create the body he had in mind. It was glorious.

Admittedly, it would have been easier just to use an already dead body, but he preferred it this way.

The body was finished. All that was needed was a soul.

A crack. An elf. A House Elf. Foot on the circle made of salt. Disturbing it. Breaking it. A red light and he was on his back, both body and soul gone.

"FUCKING ELF!"

-O-

He had no idea where Voldemort or the body went.

-O-

"Uh, Harry? Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. Just I fucked up and I may never see him again..."

"He's been like that since this morning," Neville whispered to Hermione, ignoring the boy who was sulking in the corner. "He keeps muttering something about Mordor and not falling off a cliff or something..."

"What should we do?"

Neville shrugged. "This is Luna, by the way. She's a first year."

Said first year waved at Hermione, who hesitantly waved back, never mind they were sitting across from each other.

"Luna, go to Hufflepuff. Ravenclaws are a bunch of nerds anyway," Harrison muttered distractedly. "You are so lucky you have those save points!"

"Harry!" Hermione glared at him, not that he could see it.

"Fine, fine. Everyone but Hermione are a bunch of nerds and aren't worth the air you breath, Luna. Take my word for it, Ravenclaw doesn't deserve you."

"What do you have against Ravenclaw, Harry?" Hermione asked, exasperated.

"Nerds," Harrison said gravely. "FUCK Tom! Stop missing that jump!"

-O-

He clapped when Luna was sorted into Gryffindor, along with Ginny Weasley.

-O-

"As our Mandrakes are only seedlings, their cries won't kill yet," Professor Sprout said calmly.

Everyone got a sense of foreboding when Harrison took a sudden interest in the lesson.

-O-

"There, there," Harrison cooed.

All the Slytherins fled at the sight of a baby Mandrake cradled in Potter's arms, crying softly.

-O-

"Excuse me? H- Harrison Potter? Could I- Could I get a picture of you?"

Harrison looked down. A young boy stood before him, clutching a camera. Ignoring the bright red color that overtook his face, he stared at the boy. There was a memory, at the tip of his tongue...

He smiled at the child, mentally shrugged. "Go ahead. Just get my good side, won't you?" he said, winking at the boy. The child beamed at took several pictures of him, Harrison jokily posing like a model.

"Thanks, Harrison! I can't wait to tell my friends about you! Everyone told me how you defeated You Know Who-"

"Oh, I wouldn't believe everything everyone says," Harrison cut in smoothly, smiling charmingly. "Forgive me, but what is your name?"

"Oh! Colin Creevey, at your service!" the young boy declared cheerfully.

"Creevey, Creevey..." Sounded so familiar... Oh, well. "You know Luna and Ginny, right? Keep and eye on them, won't you?" Without another word, he left, mind already back on Voldemort and his adventure in Mordor.

-O-

Harrison yawned in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Around him, pixies caused havoc around the room, two of them even lifting Neville up by his ears and hanging him on the chandelier. It was all in good fun, but it was so dull.

"Harry, do something!" Hermione yelled at him, using a book to batter the little things like they were baseballs.

"Like what? Call for a teacher?" Harrison punctuated that with another yawn. "You should give up on that Lockhart fellow, by the way. He's only interested in mice."

"HARRY!"

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll be hero." He stood up and took his wand out in a deliberately slow motion. "Aresto Momentum. Depulso. Colloportus." Slow down, aim, return to cage, lock cage in quick succession. "Happy, Hermione?"

"Neville's still on the chandelier."

"Is he swinging yet?"

"Harry!"

Sigh. "Fine, fine."

-O-

"...rip... tear... kill..."

Harrison continued to hum.

-O-

"Filch's cat..."

"The Chamber of Secrets..."

"Monster..."

"Hermione, where are these disturbing rumors circulating from?!" Harrison demanded to know one early morning.

She blinked at him. "Oh, right. You weren't at the feast on Halloween."

Filch's cat had been petrified, someone wrote lies all lies on the wall by using blood, and all the cocks were dead. Harrison had a sneaking suspicion on who dunnit.

"WEASLEY!"

"Yeah?" Five heads shot up to stare at him.

Oh, great, which one was it?

-O-

When Colin Creevey was petrified, he was calm.

-O-

"Blinky, s-stop trying to kill ssstudentsss. It'sss not very good form."

"But Masssssssster!" the giant, thousand year old snake whined.

"No butsss. My mate doesss not have the right to do thisss."

"Other Masssssster ssssmelled sssssstrange, he did. SSSSSStrange like ssssmoke."

Smoke, huh.

-O-

"Dueling Club? What, are we going to play a card game?" Harrison asked, unimpressed.

"Instead of hiring some beefed up security, they decided to train the students to defend themselves. How wonderful," Neville replied, just as unimpressed.

"Oh, knock it off you two. I'm sure Dumbledore had his reasons," Hermione said, looking miffed.

"Like having Lockhart in the school? Oh, please," Harry scoffed. "Are you over your crush yet?" he asked her curiously.

She blushed. "Y-Yes!"

"Un-huh," both boys said flatly, joining the crowd of kids around a dueling platform.

The only interesting thing was when Snape blasted Lockhart across the room. Other than that though...

"Who's that?" Harrison asked, nodding at the boy currently dying from a snake bite.

"IT'S ON MY FACE! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!"

"Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hufflepuff. Our year," Neville informed.

"Hmm..."

-O-

"Oh, I am an idiot," Harrison whispered to himself, in his trunk. "Open! Accio, Lover's Diary!" he called out.

While waiting, he cradled the Mandrake in his arms and cooed to it. He decided to call it Wilbur. It was a good lad, preferring to sleep than anything else. It also made a nice, loud scream whenever someone wanted to open his trunk.

The diary flew into the opening and shrunk on it's way down. He willed the trunk to close and set Wilbur down in it's pot. He stared at the diary for several long minutes before picking it up.

It was deceptively innocent, with only the words T. M. Riddle inscribed on the back. It was blank as well, no surprise. It's pages were soft to the touch... And it definitely had some of Voldemort's soul inside of it.

Why didn't Voldemort's soul merge with the rest of the pieces? he wondered. Did I screw up that badly? Or is there something else going on here?

-O-

Harrison was just as ignorant as everyone else to where Lockhart disappeared to. He suspected Hermione, just on principle. The other theory he wasn't allowed to share with children.

"It was the mice. He could resist no more," Harrison solemnly said, his head bowed and his hands clasped.

"Shut up, Harry!"