Something Wicked this way comes

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter… This will be bloody and cruel of me, fully deserving an NC-17 rating, but M will fit too… torture is included…


He watched the energy collect and ricochet off her forehead, leaving a thin scar the shape of an ankh on it, making him look at it and then shake in fury as he felt so angry all of a sudden that his spell had failed, looking at her with his red eyes piercing into her eyes, her eyes meeting his in a spectacular manner, her green eyes looking into his blood red eyes.

The Killing Curse that failed


"Why did it fail!" he hissed out as he drew his robes around him, the door being slammed open, turning towards it, his gaze upon James Potter, who stood in the door opening, wand brandished and aimed at him. "Freeze! You will not lay a hand on my daughter!"

"Why would I freeze?" he asked, turning his body into a gaseous form and then slipping past James, materializing behind him, his robes rustling slightly as he walked through the hallway, the staff of oblivion within his hands glowing as he began to mutter the spells of change and portals, as one began to form.

The air in front of him rippled in a circular pattern, the very air glowing white-hot for a moment before a shimmering portal appeared, his smile growing as he stepped through it, into the cool air of his own residence, hidden somewhere upon the earth. It was always cool here, considering where he had built it.

She opened her eyes shakily, her vision swimming slightly as she could feel something wet touch her forehead, looking up to see that her father was coming at her without words forming on his lips, just hugging her a few seconds later. She could feel his arms wrap around him and felt him shake slightly as he held her, wondering why he was being so affectionate towards her at this moment, as there merely had been… something. She couldn't quite recall what it had been, but according to her dad, it must've been horrible. She could only remember that it had been a long evening beforehand, nothing that had happened before that strange green flash coming to her mind. "Dad, what's wrong?"

To hear his daughter say that to him in such a little confused voice was just heartbreaking for him, a few tears leaking from his eyes as he began to shake, before finally crying. He had been so afraid for her life as he had heard the words being spoken by that baleful figure, afraid that she wouldn't make it, or that she'd be dead, that when she had been alive, confirmed to be because she talked to him, that he had finally let loose the dam of emotion, his emotions being glad that she was still alive. He looked at her and then hugged her even tighter, not letting go of her, until his wife came to see why there were sounds of struggle coming from her daughter's room, finding James there, hugging the very life out of Rose while she weakly struggled to get out of his grasp.

Harry ventured out into the open air, the heat hitting him like a solid fist as he looked over the expanse of desert that was his own private retreat. Not a verdant paradise like others would take it as, but a hot and unforgiving stretch of rocks and sand, sand and more sand. He looked out over his domain, before retreating back into his residence, a cavernous residence carved into the very rock, created some time ago, cut deep into the rocks by his own magic, where the cooling presence of cold stone was always present.

He wandered through the halls, passing by the relics that he had accumulated here, the residence having been here for almost 8000 years, still untouched by hands other than his own, his wards keeping out those that were in search of him, or treasures, or even food and water. He had no use for bothers, and that suited him well, as he disrobed, walking into the area that was reserved for ritual cleansing, a pool of clear water greeting him, the last of his robes hitting the ground as he slowly slid into the water, submerging himself completely before levitating out of the water, his wet hair dripping on the ground. The filth that had been on his newly recreated body had been purged, the waters healing whatever damage had been done to his body during the time that he had been out. He had only been vaporized once before, and that was by Merlin, his own son. The fact that his son had seen cause to vaporize him wasn't too strange, since Harry had pretty much been a bastard of a father to him, chiefly because he simply had no idea what to do with children, as they aged too fast for him.

Still, he would need to resolve something about Rose, it'd be unfair of him if he just let her live out of some sibling sympathy after all. He looked at his reflection, a mirror hanging on the wall, seeing that everything seemed to be back in place, nothing that hadn't been grown correctly, or even something else. He briefly wondered if Rose was missing some pieces of herself, since that could happen when you pulled your spirit out of the body, but discounted that immediately.

Rose Potter at the present time, was being coddled by her father, who kept on asking if she needed something, her mother being suitable upset that the Coming Curse had managed to fire off an Avada Kedavra at her poor little daughter. Rose didn't feel so poor, as she couldn't recall that it had happened, just the flash. She had had the dreams about him, but that was it. She couldn't even recall his real name, not that he might've given it. "Daddy, what did he mean with Gemini?"

James Potter froze for a brief moment, before magicking a smile on his face. "Probably nothing Rose. Why don't you have another pancake, they're rather delicious." Today was not a good day to talk about the prophecy, never mind the fact that she had heard it. He looked at her for a moment and then began to think about why she could've said that, coming up with a blank. "Why did you want to know about Gemini?"

"Gemini is a word for twins, James, if you didn't know that, I'd think you'd been hit with a bludger one too many times. Professor McGonagall explained to us in that parenting session about the Gemini constellation, and how rare it was that we were expecting them." Immediately she placed her hand over her mouth, Rose's attention peaked immediately. "I have a twin brother?"

A pained look passed over her parent's faces and she knew that she had guessed correctly. The pained look was enough to dissuade her from asking more questions, but still it bugged her that she hadn't known about it before. "What's the name of my twin, is it a girl or a boy?"

"Rose, it's difficult to explain, and we'd have waited with doing that till you were eighteen, but now, I think it is time for you to learn the truth. A month earlier then you, your twin, Harry was born, and everything went well until you were born. Then the prophecy came, and we had to hide. Of course, we protested, but Dumbledore thought it was for the best. Then, Voldemort came and tried to kill you and Harry, which you defeated him after, then, three months passed…" she thought back to the time, when Dumbledore had done a house call.

"So, why don't you put Harry into an orphanage. It would be far better for the boy to grow up without the fame, as he might feel distraught about being put into the shadow of his famous sister, and might turn dark." Dumbledore's robes flashed into a magenta color, Lily feeling apprehensive about doing that. "But wouldn't we be able to give him a nice and loving home? He might resent us for giving him to an orphanage."

"I'm sure he will understand in time. At his tenth birthday, I will personally see to it that he's returned to you, hopefully the time in the orphanage will make him a bit humble, and not arrogant." With that, the old man left, leaving Lily and James to their thoughts. "I guess it's for the best, if Dumbledore says it…"

"But I don't want to lose Harry, James! He's our son, and he deserves us to be there for him! We can't just abandon him like we don't want him." Her husband wrapped an arm around her shoulder, briefly touching her cheek for a moment. "Why don't we check up on him once a year, to see how it goes. Of course, we'll do so in disguise, but still, we deserve to at least have some contact with him."

"Yes, that'd be for the best." She muttered, before going to fire call Dumbledore that they were ready to give Harry to an orphanage. As they stood in front of the door leading to the orphanage, she felt a bit emotional, but squashed it behind conviction. If Dumbledore knew what was good for their son, it'd be good for her son, since the Headmaster couldn't very well lie, could he?

"We never checked up on him, every time there was something that stood in the way, something that kept us from checking up on him." She finished her story to her daughter, only to burst into tears. James likewise showed emotion, as he hugged his wife tightly. "Shush Lily, it'll all be alright, he'll be found again, and we'll become a happy family once more."

"He could be dead James, DEAD!" she shouted at him, clearly not happy with the fact that she had been reminded of her beloved son at this moment. James looked at her and then sighed, gently rubbing her shoulders in a calming gesture. "It'll all be alright Lily. We'll figure something out to get Harry, or at least his remains." The thought of having lost Harry was just something that they couldn't bear, and the hope was there that he has somehow survived the orphanage having said that he had one day disappeared without a trace. Of course, they had held a search for him, but it had been nothing conclusive.

Harry on the very same moment, was busy with filing his nails gently, the file that he used being quite old, but still usable. He looked at his hands, before blowing at them, the dust of his nails falling onto the ground. He looked at his hands, well manicured at the moment and then grinned, getting up. It had been almost 3 hours since he had left his 'darling' family and he supposed that another visit would be in order to drive home the fact that the Coming Curse was after them.

He briefly yawned, stretching his hands a little, before getting the idea in his head that it'd be better if he just got some shut-eye, the time of day being early in Britain, while it was almost afternoon at the present location. He looked at his bed, mentally charging some mana with his mind into his hand, the cover sliding away gently to let him step into bed, laying down without as much as a sigh as he let his mind rest, sleep coming to him nearly instantaneous.

Rose on the other hand, was now engaged in conversation with Hermione, while Ron sat to the side, listening intently. "Then dad said that he had tried to do the Avada Kedavra at me, and only left this mark." She pointed at the mark on her forehead, just besides the lightning bolt scar. She couldn't tell why, but there was something that was off about it, her eyes rolling upwards as she experienced some sort of dream.

She was watching a duel of the Coming Curse versus an old man, who looked to be someone that was vaguely familiar, spells running through the air without a care, as staffs were used by the two combatants, the elemental spells used by the Coming Curse raining down upon the mainly defensive shields of the other, the spells that the other sent at the Coming Curse being chiefly light-sided. The duel seemed to be a stalemate as it proceeded, the perfect offense being countered by the perfect defense, and she suddenly gained a great deal of respect for what the other wizard had done.

There was a brief pause in the barrage of spells as the Coming Curse looked at his opponent. "You'll never be the winner, Merlin, I will win, my destiny is mapped out for me!" Merlin, who was now revealed to be his opponent, merely grinned. "It is my destiny to stop you, father! I will not let that prophecy ruin this world, and will stop you!"

With a shock she realized that the Coming Curse had been the father of Merlin himself, the so-called Demon who had mated with Merlin's mother, creating the powerful wizard, the duel stretching on until far in the night, where the final burst of fire penetrated through Merlin's defenses."Father… Why do you persist to follow that prophecy?" came the words from ragged lips, blood and grime caked upon them, as the Coming Curse walked up to his son, looking down at his form.

"Because I will have to kill my Gemini, Merlin. I will have to kill them all, to attain peace, along with my destiny." He whispered, as he closed his son's eyes, a lance made of fire materializing in his hands, as he thrust it down, through the chest of his once-son. He looked at the burning corpse and then sighed. "Thus, the line of Potter ends."

She was pulled back to the present, belatedly realizing that Hermione had been tugging on her sleeve for the better part of some time. "You zoned out there on us, Rose. Did you really think that the House-elves are that repressed?"

"No, not at all." She replied, albeit shakily. "I just had a… I guess you could call it a vision of sorts." Immediately, they were all ears and Rose briefly thought about lying about it, but decided that it would be too bothersome. "It was about a duel between the Coming Curse and Merlin himself." Ron whistled, Hermione giving a gasp. "Did Merlin win? The history books say that he died in his sleep, his body being incinerated by his friends and father."

"The history books were wrong, Hermione. I watched the long battle between the two of them. On the offense was the Coming Curse, his spells raining down upon the shields of Merlin without relent. The feeling of power that oozed off those spells, it was phenomenal. The power that the Coming Curse himself possesses… He's had thousands of years to prepare…" she stopped for a moment, touching her chin lightly, feeling something wrong with the skin. The skin there felt like it had been rubbed roughly, the feeling of the skin being awkward.

"Thousands of years, the guy must look like Professor Dumbledore…" the words hit her suddenly, her eyes turning to look at Ron as if he were some strange creature, taking a deep breath before releasing it, then looking down at the ground. "He looks to be around 18, to tell the truth. He must've looked like that for ages, not aging a single year as time passed. He killed Merlin, his own son."

A stifled cry came from Hermione as the horror of the deed sunk in, Ron paling slightly, James Potter walking into the room and stopping, sending a serious look at Rose. "Did you have a vision about the Coming Curse?" Rose nodded briefly, looking at her father with an imploring look. "He killed his own son, Merlin." James's eyes widened, as he did remember the lessons on history of magic that he'd gotten. "The worst thing I haven't told you yet. After he killed Merlin, he muttered something about ending the line of the Potters."

"Shit." James muttered as he turned on his heel, about to go consult with his wife, who was a bit more knowledgeable about history then he was, though his family history, he'd have to cast a glance on that.

Harry awoke hours later, looking at the magical time dial to see that it should be about 9 in the evening in Britain, as the night should've set in. with a few muttered words, another portal appeared into existence, keyed in to the Potter blood that still ran through his veins. He looked at the portal and then stepped through, appearing in front of the manor, a smile coming to his face as he tightened the robes and cowl around his visage and body, keeping anything from being too visible for others to get a good look at.

"Professor Dumbledore, why didn't you tell me that the Potter family had ties to Merlin?" James asked the man, as Dumbledore stood before him in the family room, the one which held the entire family tree, with the place of Merlin having been renamed as Merenilin Potter. "It was merely a suspicion, my boy. It takes years of study into the archives to see just who Merlin was, so I never dared venture a guess that he would have been the creator of the Potter family. But take this as a sign that Rose will become strong, since the blood of Merlin flows through her veins as well as it does through yours."

Harry opened the door gently, feeling memories resurface as he wound the robes around him even tighter, looking at the staircase with a tentative look before going towards the sound of childish laughter, which must be coming from the study, which was where apparently Rose was. He could sense her in the house, her magical aura having such a delicious tinge to it that it was almost incomprehensible to him to ignore it. He looked at the doorknob, before opening it without as much as a sound.

Rose Potter currently was engaged in a playful fight with Hermione, trying to get the girl to lighten up a little bit. They had done some research on her supposed to be lost brother, only finding out about the certificate of birth and the adoption and such in the official records, but Hermione seemed to be one of the type of person that would go and check the books over and over again to make sure that she hadn't missed a single thing.

"Come on Hermione, let's go see if Professor Dumbledore and dad have found any… thing." Her eyes fell upon the figure in the door, who was currently giving her a baleful look which could've scorched off the paint off a wall should it be attempted to do such a feat.

"What's wrong Rose?" Hermione asked before following the look of the other girl, looking straight at the Coming Curse with her eyes widening as she took in the staff of oblivion that was clutched within his grasp. A silencing spell hit her before she could scream. "What the…" Ron managed to get out before the Coming Curse's silencer hit him in the head, his mouth sealing shut immediately, it being a good way to silence someone.

"Rosalyn Potter… We need to have words." Was all that he said, as he beckoned her to follow him.


Alright, this calls for an Omake….

OMAKE

"Rosalyn Potter… We need to have words." Was all that he said, as he beckoned her to follow him. She looked at him, holding up a few scribbled words. "I have Stupefy, Avada Kedavra, along with Crucio and Imperio, show me yours."

"Eh?" came from his mouth as he looked at the small papers with the words on it. This wasn't one of the things he was expecting, but it was a nice change, not one he was averse against. "Very well, Rose Potter, I have Death, Genocide, Annihilation. What more do you want?"

"I win!" and so, the game came to a close, with a confused Harry Potter staring at his little sister who had just won the game of words…

/end OMAKE

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