Harry Potter and the Power of Polyjuice
By stealacandy
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10. Chapter 9: The Rise and Fall of Lord Polymort
Draco Malfoy died when he challenged Lord Voldemort to a duel to the death.
Horrified, Pansy Parkinson sought protection with the only one making an open stance against the Dark Lord: Harry Potter.
Daphne threw in a good word for her, and convinced Potter to take her in. Who would have guessed, from that shrimp look of him, that he was so large, where it mattered? She peaked at Draco once. He was a twig to Harry's broomstick. She never regretted her decision to join Potter and his group.
Until now.
Not that she regretted it now either. In fact, she was moaning, and calling Harry's name. Only she wasn't in Harry's arm, or in his bed. She wasn't in any bed, for that matter. she was laying on the cold, hard floor in a side room of the Slytherin dungeons. She was tied up, and she was unconscious. Well, she was retiring now, but she was unconscious before.
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Lord Voldemort cackled evilly. His most faithful came through for him again. Bella kidnapped that Parkinson traitor girl and used her hair to Polyjuice into her. Then she shacked up with the Potter brat and then she got some of his hair. Why it was short hair that looked like it came off an arm rather then the head, and why was it all glued to a strap af wax covered hair, he didn't know, but it didn't exactly matter. He now had what he needed. The power boost he got from using Potter's blood to create his new body was failing, and he stood to risk his body disintegrating. Now, with hair from Harry Potter and a Polyjuice potion from his potion-master Severus (who looked surprised at his request and grumbled about not being paid enough), he held in his hand the essence of Potter, and drinking it, he would strengthen the connection to the brat and continue the power feed surge.
Lord Voldemort raised the phial to his mouth, said "cheers", and drank the awful concoction. "Eck," he said. "Essence of Potter. Blewhhh."
Then the Dark Lord began to morph. His skin grew brighter, his scales disappeared and instead a soft pluming layer appeared. Then he began to shrink.
All too soon, Where the Dark Lord once stood, a golden bird now hovered. Then it took flight.
Golden Snidgets are incredible birds, and their instincts never betray them. As the snidget rose to the air, he felt a magical pull towards the south. So he followed it. A couple of hours later, after a tiring, excruciating flight, the bird arrived at it's destination. It was a sight for sore eyes. a great Quidditch pitch, surrounded by tall stands, all adorned with the colours and mascots of the four distinguished houses of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The stands were teaming with students and guests, come to see the finals for this year. It was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Gryffindor were favourites for the cup. The Slytherin team didn't put much of a fight. Disheartened at the death of their seeker and captain, Draco Malfoy, they seemed to have lost their spirit. Draco was replaced by Blaise Zabini, but even though Malfoy was by no means an extra-ordinary seeker, Zabini couldn't even match his mediocre skill. He had the same arrogance, flourished the same smug, superior attitude, behaved the same way and manner, he even used the same broom, but he couldn't pull the seeking bit off.
The Snidget didn't like the defeatist attitude of the Slytherins, so he decided to do a small gig to encourage them, then he flew over to the Slytherin goal-posts to catch some rest - and the rest of the game.
Or that's what it planned on doing. But as soon as it made an appearance over the stadium, a shadow came over it, and as swift as an arrow, a red-clad and golden-gloved hand caught him, crushing him between it's fingers, then rose up in triumph, waving to the crowds.
Before everything turned dark, the snidget could see a tall, lanky red-head in Gryffindor Quidditch attire descend on his broom, only to stop right next to him.
"We Won! You Won! We Won!" the boy shouted.
Next he heard two girls - Katie Bell and Ginny Weasley, but the snidget would never find that out - ganged on the boy holding him and crushed him in a passionate group hug. The snidget, caught in the middle, was squashed.
"Harry! We won! You were wonderful!"
The last thing going through the golden snidget's head (other then a blood clout) was: "Harry? Damn that Potter again!"
Then he knew no more.
The Dark Lord was slain by Harry Potter's hand.
Prophecy fulfilled, a cling was heard in the Hall of Prophecy in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry, but no one was there to hear it. A massive lay-off followed the funding cuts and relocations that ensued from Fudge losing his hidden bank accounts. He was later sacked from office. The Pure-Bloods wanted revenge for killing off prominent members of their society without even a trial and the opportunity to buy themselves a way out, the light-wizards wanted him ousted because he was an idiot and greatly hurt their cause and endangered the public, the rest just wanted him sacked for embezzlement of pubic funds and to get their money back, the media called for his blood for executing a reporter and the ICW wanted his head for all the headaches he caused them, endangering the secrecy they revelled in. He didn't stand a chance. The funds he had stolen were returned, but the unspeakables did not. When they were discharged, their binding magical oaths of silence disentangled, and they were finally able to speak again. None of them opted to return to their previous self-inflicted mutilation.. err.. mutation.
The Ministry opened in a recruitment campaign for the Department, stating how important the work they did was, tempted people with higher wages. The wizards, being the sheep that they are, wholly agreed, and recommended a name or two to the programme. When some sheep were gathered, they took the oaths again. It was the silence of the lambs. Only the young, inexperienced and naive joined. And Percy Weasley. Faced with the real prospect of losing his job in the ministry, he opted to take the ministry on it's offer for the Unspeakable core. And it gave him an excuse for not talking to that repulsive cow he was engaged to be married with. Also, when Fudge fell, he dreaded the day he'd have to swallow back his words ad make an apology to his family. This way was better - he could do it in writing, he had an excuse now.
But at the time the cling rang in the department, all the young future unspeakable were in training, thus no one was there to hear it.
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Loosing the "snitch" somewhere, Harry turned to more important things: the Quidditch-Cup victory party. Penelope, scorned ex-girlfriend of Percy Weasley, has ganged up on him some time ago, and told him: "All Percy ever does is rant about you. Even in bed, all I hear is your name. You'd expect he'd yell out my name, but nooooooo! It's Harry Potter this, and Harry Potter that, and Harry Potter - well, if I must have Harry Potter in bed, might as well be the real thing."
Then, she brought along Cho Chang, who apologised for her previous behaviour. "I spent eight months with Michael Corner, and the boy does nothing but whine. I can see now where that's annoying. But Harry, please, give me a second chance - all I want is to be with you!"
She brought in her Quidditch team-mates, beaters Mandy Brocklehurst (The girl and the cleavage, as Ron once put it. Yet Harry beat him to her bludgers, yes he did…) and Morag McDougal (Who loved spanking) and chasers Lisa Turpin (Who did the most amazing things with her trained hands) and Su Li (Who did the most amazing with her entire body...).
The Ravenclaws lost the last Quidditch match to the Slytherins when half their team were so sore they could barely sit straight, let alone on a broom... Thus the Slytherinas climbed to the finals, despite sucking at Quidditch. Now the Ravenclaws got revenge, and were now busy celebrating their usurpers humiliating defeat.
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As for the Slytherins? Blaise Zabini was kicked off the Quidditch team. The official excuse was that he was found out hogging Harry Potter's Quidditch gloves, but everybody else knew it was because he sucked at seeking. The Slytherins tried to make a big deal of it, claiming Zabini was one of Potter's fans who threw the game away on purpose, and demanded a re-match. A short investigation later, however, discovered that Blaise was aa animagus and was just attracted to the smell of the gloves, though why is that remained a mystery.
Blaise was fined a hefty sum and immediately turned around and sued the Slytherin Quidditch team for compensation, claiming they gave his secret away and exposed him as an unregistered animagus before he had a chance to register over the summer holydays, thus responsible for the penalty ensued. By some crazy chance he actually won the lawsuit and the Slytherins were ordered to pay up. They were forced, as a last resort, to sell their precious Nimbus 2001 broomsticks to cover the expanses.
Severus Snape blamed Potter for it.
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Over at the Dark Headquarters, Bellatrix Lastrange felt the Dark Mark on her arm dieing. That could only mean one thing. The Dark Lord died - again! And it could only be Potter. But she had a problem. She was pregnant, and Rudy wasn't the father. Learning from history, she knew, if the Death Eaters find who the baby's real father is, they will stand in line to do it in - not unlike she tried to do with the Longbottom kid back in 1981, when she couldn't locate Harry Potter. 'Harry Potter' she thought. 'He's the father, and he seems to me the responsible kind. All I can do is drop by his feet, throw myself at his mercy and hope he spares me, if only for the sake of our son, if not my own. But fr that to work, she had to protect her son first. Protect herself.
She left her quarters, dropping the shocked, random Death Eaters that crossed her path, looking for her husband and brother in law.
"Avada Kedavra" she said.
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The End
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Foot Note:
What can I say, Harry always attracted Femme-Fatals. Yes, It's all in the eyes.
Well, that's it, that's the end of Harry Potter and the Power of Polyjuice. Unless I decide to write an epilogue. Or worse, a sequel! (Laughing insanely. Sadly, it comes out more of as a chuckle than a mad cackle.)
I rationalized it's the "power the Dark Lord knows not", as JKR said it only works for humans and Voldemort, well - when was the last time you took a good look at him? A Neanderthal might pass for a normal human, but Voldemort? Not in a million years.
And the snidget thing - JKR once said Harry would never become an animagus. I reckoned there should be a reason for that. Okay, so in Hogwarts he doesn't have time, cause he's always in trouble with Voldemort - and a couple dozen girls as well - but what about after graduation? Harry has at least a good hundred years to look ahead to (unless all those women of his would bring him down, age him early, you know the drill - more women, more worry, trouble, all that) so he can do the transformation at his leisure. And it would be something to connect him - in his mind at least - to his deceased father and godfather. So why won't he ever do it? Well, you know all those fics that Harry comes up with an animagus form of a magical creature (usually a phoenix, for some reason, especially if he dates Ginny, sometimes a dragon, sometimes a basilisk, sometimes all three...) then everyone say (and Hermione rants) about how it is impossible? Well, I reckon it really is impossible - magical creatures have their own magic, etc. etc. wizards need to use wands instead, with chunks from magical creatures, to do magic, so they can't very well turn into magical beings out of the blue. But Harry lucked, or perhaps was unlucky, to have a magical creature - a snidget - as his animagus form, thus he was unable to go through with the transformation.
But for Voldemort, who wasn't human, and lived on a diet of magical snakes excretions and unicorn blood, turns out he was a magical creature. And Polyjuice only works for humans, otherwise the reaction is shaky, unstable and unpredictable. But he never took that in consideration. He usually had his minions take Polyjuice if need be, he hadn't taken one in decades - he wasn't one to hide, the Dark Lord - he wanted everyone to see him - and to fear him.
So he took the Polyjuice, and it reacted with his non-human, magical-creature-like side, and brought out the magical-creature version of Harry Potter, instead of the human one - and locked Voldemort in it.
That's my excuse.., err, explanation.
The pull the snidget felt to the Quidditch stadium - I'm not sure - maybe it was Lord Voldemort, feeling his connection to Harry more then ever, now that he was both polymorphed into Harry and was much smaller in size, or maybe it was the bird, drawn to a quid ditch game, showing the amazing lack of luck and common sense that led to it's extinction in the first place…
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
stealacandy
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A/N: Now that Harry Potter and the Power of Polyjuice is finished, you have the epilogue to wait for - then the 2nd epilogue, and the 3rd, and the… you get the drill. So coming next on Harry Potter and the Power of Polyjuice, Harry and friends find out just how useful Polyjuice can be - and make it taste like lemonaid!
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Omake:
A/N: After I wrote the promo for this chapter in the last one, I was tempted to rewrite the ending. When I wrote that Voldemort had no hands, I meant that he had wings instead, but chopping his hands off would do the trick, too. Well, writing one of the epilogues to come, I thought about the Phantom of the Opera and wanted to check it for reference. I searched my Penguin library for my copy but came up short. I did came across the kiddie version of Shakespeare, "Tales from Shakespeare" by Charles and Mary (had a little) Lamb. I used to have it in a big, elegant, album format edition when I was little, but when I turned fourteen, my step-mother gave all my children-books away to an orphanage or a children-hospital or something. I admire the sentiment, I really do, but she could at least have asked me before, the bitch! I had spent years re-collecting the rare gems among my books. Damn, I bought Narnia no less then four times! First in translation when I was seven years old. Then, when I was twelve, I saw the BBC T.V. version (which sucked, but I was too young to notice) and that prompted me to buy the original English version. Then the bitch threw it away, so I bought it again, in paperback. But she threw that one, too, so I bought it a forth time and hid it away. Anyway, "Tales from Shakespeare" I got a little, unadorned paperback from Penguin. I checked it out now, and was greatly disappointed to find it didn't have a kiddie version of "Titus Andronicus" - it was to be expected, but I would have loved to see someone try that one. So to compensate for that failing, I wrote Voldemort's demise, Titus style.
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Omake: Hand Me Down
By stealacandy
Lord Voldemort cackled evilly. His most faithful came through for him again. Bella got him a lot of Harry Potter's hair and Severus supplied him with enough Polyjuice potion to fill an Olympic swimming pool. Now the two of them stand by his side, waiting for him to imbibe it. He wasn't sure he wanted witnesses for it, but he needed them - Severus was there to see that everything went right, and Bellatrix - she was for - Hmmm… why was she there for? 'Chuck it to moral support.' he decided.
With the potion he had, he would build up his strength again, at the expanses of the Potter brat. It wasn't an optimal solution, and he would have to keep the brat alive, but Lord Voldemort was reasonable and was willing to work within his limitations. It didn't stop him from venting his frustration and taking it on his minions in a multitude of Cruciatus curses, but he wasn't about to argue with fate.
Lord Voldemort raised the phial to his mouth, said "cheers", and drank the awful concoction. "Eck," he said. "Essence of Potter. Blewhhh."
'Strange,' he thought after a while. 'why does it taste like grease?'
"Oh, good, the potion is working!" he said.
His hair 'I have hair?' began to turn black, his nose 'I have a nose?' broke '-wait, what?'.
Then his arms began to shrink. '?' he thought.
Then his arms were gone and instead there were gaping holes in the sides of his torso, where the arm-sockets should have been.
"What?" he said.
"Say, Tom", said Bella. "do you need a hand there?"
"Bella, what?" the Dark Lord asked.
"It's not Bellatrix, Tom," said the witch, "It's Potter."
"Potter!" Lord Voldemort yelled.
"Yes, Tom, it's me." said Harry. "I was ever so surprised to fall asleep with Pansy Parkinson in my arms and wake up to find a sleeping Bellatrix Lastrange instead. I was even more surprised when she woke up and told me she had such a good time and decided to stay… She told me everything about your plans and, well, they didn't agree with me too much. So I switched your potion. I got some hair off Snivelus's arm" - he pulled a detached arm, one matching the Dark Lord's armpit, "and fed it to you. Now you don't have an arm - or a hand - well, let me recount the prophecy for you - the one you tried to get me to steal for you a year ago, do you remember? The record in the ministry broke, but there were other record s about, and I found out about it:
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives … the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies …"
"So you see, Tom," Harry continued. "As long as I don't die by your hand, I don't get to die at all! I' practically immortal!"
"Nonsense, Potter," said the handless Lord. "In about an hour the Polyjuice will wear off, and you'll be at my mercy. And believe me, you will then wish I would let you die, by my hand or not!
"That is where you're wrong, Voldemort." said Severus Snape.
"Severus?" asked the Dark Lord.
"Think again. You see, Voldemort, It's Hermione Granger. As in Muggle-born, mud-blood Hermione Granger. The thing you swore to eradicate. And I, the lowly mud-blood, had achieved what no pure-blood (or otherwise) potion master has achieved before: I have made the Polyjuice potion to last - permanently. You see - you will live the reminder of your life in this form - which, I must add, came from Severus Snape, After we detached his arms - I took some of his hair before that for my own use, you see. You will live on with no hands, thus you won't be able to harm Harry ever again. And unless Harry grows tired of immortality and kills you off, you can look forwards to all eternity in this existence. Now, open your mouth - yes, that's a good Tommy." she said, as she fed him a shrinking potion.
Once the Dark Lord was shrunk to the side of a tadpole, Hermione picked him up and placed him carefully in a jar. "I used to keep Rita Skeeter in here," she told Harry. "I do seem to keep the deadliest of pets. I wonder still, which is mightier - the wand or the quill?"
Putting the jar back in her pocket, Hermione said: "We did it, Harry - you did it! You vanquished the Dark Lord! Oh, kiss me Harry."
But Harry wouldn't come anywhere near her. "Hermione, you do realize you're looking lke Snape, do you?"
"Err... right."
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"Say, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry. "I noticed you have a missing hand."
"Harry, I'm sorry?"
"On the clock? The Weasley clock? You don't have a hand for me!"
"Oh, you sweet boy, You're right, I'll tell Arthur to get a new hand for you and put it on."
"Would that do?", asked Harry, and pulled a severed human hand from his pocket.
Mrs Weasley fainted.
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A/N:
I did this "Harry shrinks Voldemort and keeps him in a jar" in another of my stories, SHGZ, the firs chapter of which I already posted in my Plot-Bunnies story thing, but I've yet to write the second chapter (I wrote the third already) and post the rest of the story, so I won't elaborate about it, so as not to spoil your surprise, as JKR would put it.
Anyway, if Voldemort took eau-de-Snape Polyjuice potion and took his armless form, does that make Snape's original detached hand his? Because if it does, then I could be evil:
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Harry walked in the Burrow, cradling a baby in each arm. He walked by the family clock, that now held considerably more hands then it used to only a few years prior. 'It's a wonder,' he thought, 'that they don't collide.'
He, of course, spoke (or thought) prematurely. All the regular magical hands worked very well with each other - that was the magic of the clock. But one hand, denoting himself, which he removed from Severus Snape before doing the man in, had a much larger volume and it's connection to the clock mechanism was shaky at best - which is why it took this exact moment to break and fall. The hand hit Harry over the head and bumped away to the kitchen, and Harry doubled over, slipped over a baby pacifier and went carousing in the air, only to come into contact with Molly's collection of kitchen knives the flying hand disturbed and knocked into a balistic course of their own.
Harry Potter, jailor of Dread Lord Voldemort, died by the hand of the other…
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Laughing evilly,
stealacandy.
(Muhahahahahahahahahahahah!!!)
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Omake: The Power of Love
By stealacandy
Draco Malfoy raised his hands high in the air. "You see, your You-Know-Who-shipness, am the real Harry Potter! I will defeat you with the power of love only I posses! Powerus Loveious Defeatus You-Know-Whoous offus and get me some assious laterus to celebratus!"
"What are you on about?" asked Voldemort. "That's not even a spell!" Voldemort played dirty. "And what power of love, what do you know about love? Nobody loves you, fool, nobody even likes you, not even your parents. People just tolerate you because of your money."
" I- err- Of course they don't, I'm not really their son! Dumbledore switched me years ago with Draco Malfoy to protect me from you till I'm ready to take you out! Amoreius! Mon Amius!"
"What are you talking about, foolish boy! You are Draco Malfoy!"
"No, I'm not, I'm the real Harry Potter. Dumbledore switched between us! Now lets get physical! Shagus! Humpus! Heck, Demenot Kissus! Damn it! Nothing seems to work! Fuckus! Assjobus! Darn!"
"Dumbledore switched you, did he? You are the one who posses a threat to my reign, huh?" said the Dark Lord. "I don't know about this power of love of yours, -"
"Of course you don't, it's the power you know not!" said Malfoy.
"- but let me show you the power of Avada Kedavra!" finished the Dark Lord, pointing his wand at the kid.
"Love Shield iuos!" cried Draco, arcing his wand above.
"Where did he come by that nonsense?" asked the conquering Dark Lord, as his killing cusrse hit the foolish boy smack in the forehead.
"Wormtail!", he called.
"Yes , my Lord?" asked the balding man as he stuck his hand in.
"Wormtail, you always wanted to one-up Malfoy - now is your chance. Now take this corpse and throw it somewhere out of the way."
"Yes my Lord." he said, and, picking up Draco Malfoy prone body, he carried it away.
"I'll show you the power of love, boy." he said, cackling silently to himself.
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A/N: This one is dedicated to nonjon (check his profile, he's on my Favourites Authors list) who never fails to make me laugh. Now that I finally finished writing this chapter, I might finally find the time to read his last update…
The power of Avada Kedavra comes from Dimension hopping for beginners and the love shield spell comes from Black Comedy. Both stories are highly recommended, by the way.
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