Powerful Wandless Magic

"Be careful with the actions you all take next," the doe said, though her voice sounded misty and distant but Harry and James both knew that it was Lily. The doe looked like a Patronus except the eyes which were a brilliant emerald colour. She walked around Harry and stopped in front of James. Their noses touched reality on ghost.

"Lily," James said as a tear ran down his cheek. Then the doe turned to Harry who was now as his human form, he was kneeling on the ground and his hands were held over his scar in pain. Lily realised that he was shaking uncontrollably. Then Lily's ghostly doe form transformed into her human form. She knelt down next to Harry.

"Call my name when you need me but remember; don't surrender," she whispered to him. Harry looked up into her eyes and the pain suddenly stopped. Harry stood up and Lily's ghostly hand wrapped around his right hand. "This is for you," she whispered again and she removed her hand. There was now a scar on Harry's palm.

"What is it for?" Harry asked.

"Voldemort can't hurt you when you use wandless magic against him," Lily said, "This will allow you to make magic that he can not get through to hurt you," she added. Then Harry realised that everyone else except him, Lily and James were frozen. James was now in his human form as well and he had the same mark on his hand. "When you both hold hands you can make a shield that nobody with a cold unloving heart and soul can enter," she whispered, loud enough for only the two Potter boys to hear. Then Lily started to fade and soon everything was back to normal. Harry looked down at his hand and realised that the scar was in the form of a P. Then Voldemort started towards Harry and when Harry looked up the dark wizard was only a few steps from him. Harry looked at his father who was entranced by the scar. Then when Harry moved his attention back to Voldemort and Harry heard a voice in his subconsciousness. He held his hand up, palm facing Voldemort.

"Squinya Letvanian" he thought, a jet of blue light shot out of his palm causing Voldemort to be shot backwards into the gate with tremendous force. James and Harry looked at each other with wide eyes of shock, and then they grinned at each other. When they looked around they realised that all the Death Eaters were backing off with confused and terrified looks on their faces. Voldemort stood up straight again, his nostrils flaring angrily.

"Put them in the dungeons and make sure they're no where near each other," Voldemort said, turning to go through the gates and then he spun back around to face them.

"Actually give Harry his punishment first," the evil wizard said, his eyes not leaving Harry's. James's face was now contorted with rage at the command.

"Are you too scared to do it yourself?" James asked, yelling.

"Actually - if you want, I can give your son the punishment myself?" Voldemort said. James's face fell into a horrified look at the realisation of what he had just sentenced Harry to. "That's actually not a bad idea and we'll let you watch, of course," he added, continuing through the gates. Then the Death Eaters bound Harry's and James's hands together before shoving them through the gates and up the road to the mansion. They were then led through a maze of corridors, doors and stairs.


James was shoved, into a cell in the cold and wet dungeons, after Harry had been shoved into the same cell. Harry's back was striped with bloody marks and his shirt was shredded. "Let's just hope someone's looking for us," James stated.

Harry nodded weakly, struggling to stand up. At every try the boy winced and groaned in pain.

"I just hope I stay alive long enough for someone to find us."

"What do you mean?" James inquired.

"Well, let me think, what has Voldemort been trying to do since I was a baby?" Harry asked, sarcastically.

"If there's anything I know about that snake is that he won't kill anyone who is in the same situation as you straight away."

"Something tells me that you're right 'bout that," Harry confirmed.

"What do you mean?" James asked, curiosity growing.

"I've had four encounters with him since I started school; first year, second year, fourth year and last year," Harry explained after continuing on explaining each event.

"Why are Sirius and Remus not telling me some things?" James questioned Harry sternly.

"For the very reason they said," Harry replied.


Harry was gasping for air on the floor of the room at Voldemort's feet, his body was shaking uncontrollably.

"You really don't have any idea how pleased I am with my Death Eaters for finding you, Harry," the evil wizard said.

Please let this nightmare end.

"This is not a dream Harry, this is reality," Voldemort confirmed.

Harry looked up into the livid red eyes that had haunted his sleep for the last two years, since the dark menace had regained a body.

"You're no orphan anymore but do you know what? I'm still one," Voldemort said, "I find that incredibly unfair," he whispered.

"You were never an orphan until you killed your father," Harry said.

"You're more knowledgeable about me than I thought you were," Voldemort answered curiously, tilting his head slightly to one side. Then Harry moaned in pain as he clutched his scar.

"Too bad you didn't study Occlumency properly," Voldemort said as Harry closed his eyes, trying to push the menace out of his mind.

Then the pain suddenly stoped and Harry could hear a different voice in his head. Harry looked around in confusion.

"Who is blocking his mind?" Voldemort asked, outraged.

Harry felt the barrier being pushed and shoved from the outside which was obviously from Voldemort. Then Harry identified the voice in his head but it couldn't be him. Mad Eye would be last person to be in this room which he would have to be to do what he was doing. Then Harry recalled overhearing James and Mad Eye. James had handed the cloak over to Moody to use when guarding Harry. Moody must have followed Harry and James here but was he here alone, was the only question that came to Harry's attention.

Run to the right corner behind you when I say.

Okay.

Ready…

"Step forward now!" Voldemort yelled.

Set…

"Who is doing it?" Voldemort yelled again as Harry, very slowly, stepped backwards.

Now!

Harry spun around and ran; he was so quick and sudden that when the Death Eaters did react he was already under the cloak with Moody. Mad Eye handed Harry his wand.

Where's dad?

He's still down in the dungeons but I was told to get you.

What? But…

Someone else is getting him out of here, now be quiet.

Who?

No talking.

But I'm not.

My barrier is not strong enough to hold any longer, so be quiet.

Harry nodded.

So I need you to support your own or maybe this will work.

Then he took a vial of blood out of one of his pockets.

What is that?

Your mother's blood.

Harry's eyes widened in shock and then Moody wiped some of it on Harry's scar. Then the barrier went down.

Sirius, go get James.

On it. Sirius's thoughts added in.

Sirius? Harry thought.

Not now, kiddo.

Now as soon as we appear out from nowhere, you have to get away Potter, alright?

What?

No, we need to get you out in one piece.

Okay.

Harry gulped and nodded slightly. Voldemort was having a tantrum now knocking out all the Death Eaters in the room, obviously thinking that one of them betrayed him and was protecting Harry's mind.

Run!

Moody said it so suddenly that Harry jumped out from under the cloak and only ran after a few seconds of confusion. Because he noticed that there were many more Order members in the room other than Mad Eye Moody.

Tonks, Remus, Kingsley, McGonagall, Flitwick, Mr Weasley and lots of others were in the room as well; including Dumbledore.

"Harry!" Sirius yelled from the doorway. Harry ran immediately across the room to the door but then something caught his foot and he tripped. Harry turned his head to see who it was. He got no shock from who he saw. Peter Pettigrew.

"Get your hands off him Peter!" James yelled, outraged, as he leapt forward, turning into a stag in mid leap. Sirius came around as his big black dog. Then he started playing tug-of-war with the hem of Peter's robes.

"Padfoot, this is no time to be playing around!" Remus called over to them.

"Right!" Sirius said turning back but when they turned to leave when they realised Harry and Voldemort were both missing.

"No," James pleaded.


A/N: Come on guys. I want some reviews. I only got under five reviews for the last chapter and that's not enough. I want at least ten before I give everyone the next chapter.

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