The Making of a Hero
Author's Note: This is my first FanFic. Hope you enjoy!!!!!!!
Parseltongue - //Hello!!!//
Regular Speech - "Hi"
Thoughts - 'Aloha'
Speaking Telepathically - (Can't think of anything)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I only own the characters that I have invented as well as the plot, the rest of the characters belong to J.K.R.
Warnings: Mild Language (Only a cuss word here and there, nothing much), Violence, Powerful Harry
Summery: Post GoF. Dumbledore has told Harry of the Prophesy & Harry is not taking it well. Harry decides to run away to train for the Final Battle, leaving the Wizarding world to believe him dead. Rated T for violence in later chapters. Powerful Harry. AU
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---Chapter Six---
--Animagi and Evil Plans--
Two Weeks Later
Harry kicked his legs as fast as he could, fighting the continuous current of water, which kept dunking him under. He felt his arms and legs weaken yet the current did not. Harry lunged forward, his hands slapping the cold wet stone. The current in the pool resided, leaving a calm pool of crystal clear water and a worn out Harry.
//Not bad, we'll have to bump up the strength of the current a notch or two. It's becoming too easy for you// hissed Salazar from a nearby bench press.
Harry groaned and pulled himself out of the pool.
//Oh stop your bellyaching, pointless complaining never got anyone anywhere// Salazar hissed.
Harry rolled his eyes and muttered a drying charm on himself before throwing a robe on. In the past two weeks Harry had learned a lot, including to never try to argue with an evil annoying cobra, for doing so was pointless and a lost battle.
//Come on Potter, we still have one more hour of training left. Off to the potions lab// Salazar hissed, slithering out of the exercise room.
Harry quickly followed after Salazar, knowing it would just make everything worse to lag behind.
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Harry ran his finger over a small snake carving on his lab table out of boredom. Harry glanced up to see Salazar hissing curses as he searched through the potion cabinets.
//Found whatever it is yet// Harry yawned, laying his head down on the table.
//Shut up and help, I'm doing this for you not me// Salazar hissed furiously.
Harry shrugged his shoulders//No thanks, this is what you get for waking me up at such unholy hours in the morning//
//Stupid, lazy, bloody, Gryffindors// Salazar cursed under his breath while continuing to search through the cabinets
Harry ignored the insult and continued to watch Salazar search through the cabinets in amusement; he could almost swear the cobra was slowly turning purple in frustration and anger.
//Blasted Gryffindor, where did he put…ah, here it is// Salazar hissed, taking a small vile of snow-white colored potion out of the cabinet and over to Harry's table.
Harry picked up the vile and examined it//What is it?//
//It's called the Ostendo Sum Bestia potion, a.k.a, the animagus potion// Salazar hissed.
//Animagus Potion!!!!// Harry exclaimed excitedly.
//Don't get excited yet, there's a lot more work in becoming a animagus than just drinking a silly little potion// Salazar hissed softly//This potion will only show you your form and it will do nothing else but that//
Harry nodded//So, do I just drink it?//
//Yes, but I suggest you sit down on the floor because when you drink it you will immediately go into a coma-like state// Salazar replied.
Harry eagerly sat down on the floor and gulped down the potion.
//He wouldn't be so eager to drink that potion if he knew of the hangover he is going to have when he wakes up// Salazar hissed softly to himself, smirking.
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Harry felt himself falling. In the distance, he heard Salazar's voice, but it was faint and inaudible. Harry closed his eyes out of dizziness as he continued to fall. It seemed as if he were falling through an endless tunnel. Suddenly, he felt himself flying. Harry opened his eyes to see a beautiful, green eyed, pure black phoenix flying through a starry night sky. The weird thing was that he felt himself flying as if he were the phoenix; it was very similar to when you were a kid and you would wave at a security camera in the store to see yourself wave back from a small monitor.
Harry felt both dark and light magic course through him as the phoenix dove into a steep dive. He felt his stomach do flips. Immediately, without warning, the phoenix blew a large, black, deadly flame out of its mouth. Harry could feel a soft warm feeling in his mouth, similar to that of drinking butterbeer.
The phoenix landed on the edge of a cliff not far away from where Harry was standing. Harry took a step toward where the phoenix had landed only to have the picture slowly start fading away, and once again, Harry felt himself falling.
The scenery now changed to that of a dark forest. Harry could see a lone shadowy figure running through the forest. He felt his paws slap the soft forest floor.
Harry quickly ran after the figure. He felt a long primitive howl echo from his throat.
Harry ran faster, trying to keep up with the lone figure. He felt himself leap forward, grabbing his prey by the neck. He heard his prey squealed in fright, trying to escape in vain.
Harry slowly slowed down to a jog as he approached the clearing up ahead. He felt his teeth sink down into his prey's neck. He heard the snap of a bone. He felt his prey fall limp, lifeless
Harry cautiously walked into the clearing. He saw a large, lone, green-eyed wolf standing by the edge of a lake. The wolf's fur was pure black excepted for its paws, the tips of its ears, and a lighting bolt-shaped patch of fur on its forehead, which were all white.
Once again the picture faded out and Harry felt himself starting to fall again.
The picture gradually faded back in, revealing a bright African savanna.
Harry glanced around, immediately he saw a pride of lions not too far away. He felt the warmth of the sun on his back as he shook his mane.
Harry walked over toward the pride of lions. He looked up at the majestic golden, green-eyed lion, which was lying on a large stone in the center of the pride.
The golden lion let out a low laughter-like growl as two lion cubs played with his tail. The lion lifted his head and scanned the area for potential threats. Satisfied with the safety of his pride, the lion laid his head back down and closed his eyes.
For, what was it, the third time, Harry felt himself being jerked back into his fall.
This time Harry landed in the Amazon rainforest.
Harry scanned the area, searching for his form. He felt his belly slither over the lush underbrush.
Harry quickly spotted a black rat sitting by the riverbank. Was his form a rat! If it was, did this make him no better than Wormtail! He felt himself flick his tongue; his next meal was very close.
Harry blinked his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. How could he be a rat! He certainly didn't feel like a rat right now, rats didn't slither. He felt himself coil up, positioning himself in striking position.
Suddenly, something invisible grabbed a hold of the rat. The rat squirmed and squealed trying to escape the invisible grasp before falling limp, dead. He tasted blood in his mouth as he felt his fangs stab his prey.
Harry watched as the rat disappeared out of thin air; it was as if the air had just swallowed it up. Harry stared at the spot, trying spot something, anything that may have caused the rat's disappearance. He felt his hunger pain ebb away.
Harry continued to glare at the spot. He was about to give up when a diamond colored, green-eyed snake appeared out of thin air.
"I'm a snake," he whispered to himself, before smiling grimly, 'Well better a snake, than a rat.'
Harry looked back down at the snake that was now slithering into the river. As it slithered away, it slowly disappeared; however, Harry could tell it wasn't becoming invisible, but disillusioned instead.
Slowly, the picture faded out again, but this time Harry didn't start falling, but rather started ascending upward. Harry felt his head begin to throb and he ascended higher and higher.
All of a sudden, Harry felt himself plunge through a watery barrier and into fresh air. He took in a deep breath, and looked around. Everything was spinning, he felt as if he had nearly drowned, sort of like how he had felt right after the second task.
"'Bout time you snapped out of it" he heard Salazar hiss before everything went black.
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Voldemort sat on his bone-made throne, three empty beakers sat in front of him.
Voldemort gently picked up one long slender dagger. Suddenly, in one swift motion, he cut the palm of his hand open allowing blood to flow out of his hand and into the middle beaker. Satisfied with the amount of blood in the beaker, he picked up his wand and tapped his bleeding palm, healing the cut.
Voldemort turned his wand away from his bloodstained hand and pointed it at the blood filled beaker, "Distinctus Cruorem," he whispered.
Immediately, the blood shot out of the beaker and into the other beakers.
Voldemort studied the two blood filled beakers. One was filled with a dark almost black blood while the other beaker was filled with ordinary red colored blood. He smiled an insane smile before pulling out another long slender dagger and dipping it into the red blood.
"Lucius," Voldemort hissed, pulling the bloodstained dagger out of the beaker, "owl this to Dumbledore along with this note. I believe Dumbledore will be relived to know he no longer needs to search for his golden boy."
Lucius's eyes widened in surprise, "You've finished off Potter!"
"Of course not you fool, but Dumbledore doesn't know that!!!" Voldemort hissed furiously.
A look of comprehension appeared on Lucius's face before it turned into a smirk, "So if Dumbledore thinks Potter is dead, we don't have to worry about him finding him."
"Yes and no, but at least we don't have to worry about Dumbledore's search team keeping an eye out for him anymore," Voldemort explained.
"So does this mean we can call off the search team," Lucius asked eagerly, ready to get back to a more fun job such as muggle torturing
Voldemort's eyes blazed, "Of course not you fool, Crucio, but make sure that only my most trusted death eaters know about the search for Potter."
Lucius scrambled up off the floor, "Of course, my lord"
"Good and don't tell anyone of my plan except for those on the search team. Is that clear!!!" he hissed furiously.
"Yes my lord," he replied, taking the dagger and note from Voldemort and quickly scrambling out of the room.
Voldemort smiled a soft, cold, cruel smile, "Dumbledore is out of the game now, Potter," he whispered softly, "It's just you and me; No Dumbledore is going to save you this time."
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Finally, another chapter is completed. I'm sorry it took so long; school has been rough especially because of the TAKS tests, Halleluiah the TAKS tests are over.
Thanks
for being patient,
Werewolfsong
Animagus Forms And Their Meanings
Shadow Phoenix – If your animagus form is a shadow phoenix then you are misunderstood, powerful, dark yet light, reckless yet cunning.
Lone Wolf - If your animagus form is a lone wolf then you are loyal, sly, smart, misunderstood, lonely, hardworking, independent.
Golden Lion - If your animagus form is a Golden Lion then you are brave, proud, noble, loyal and protective of your love ones.
Snake - If your animagus form is a snake then you are cunning, ambitious, and independent.
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