The New Age of Magic
Hello everyone, before it all gets underway I thought I'd give a bit more information, for those who want all the surprises and experience it as it goes, move on to the start, for the rest here it is. From a few stories I've read I've been motivated to write this so if there's hints of what you've read before its probably the influence of other great writers out there. I definitely ship Harry and Hermione, so they will be the primary characters, i also like the idea of a close sibling like bond between Fleur and Harry so they will meet when Harry attends Beauxbatons early (he will still end up attending Hogwarts at the normal time). Therefore when the time comes for the Triwizard Tournament they will be reuniting close friends. Ron will be an arse because I don't really like him most of the time and don't agree with him being with Hermione. Dumbledore will be presented unfavourably, how bad I am yet to decide. I don't know what I'm going to do with Snape. Harry will definitely be very powerful and only be matched by Dumbledore and Voldemort. Although he will be slightly more powerful than both of the others, Voldemort's use of dark magic puts him ahead and Dumbledore is very skilled and put on an even footing.
If you read all this, sorry for the rambling, and please, please review and tell me what you like and what you don't, tell em what you want to change or see happen or are looking forward to. Anyways, Without further ado;
Prologue:
An eerie silence spread throughout the entirety of Godric's Hollow that night. There were no sounds of hooting owls, chirping birds, wind or rain. Not even the sounds of the residents seemed to make it very far through the thick darkness that had descended.
If all of this was insufficient in indicating the foreboding encroach of death and despair across the war-torn magical society of England, the fact that not a single star shone in the sky and the moon was absent assured people of such.
In the home concealed from the world, Potter Cottage, the two parents of the young, one-year-old Harry Potter embraced one another as they snuggled on the loveseat in the warm living room in front of a softly burning fire. The child in mention was currently cradled in the arms of his loving mother as both James and Lily looked down upon the centre of their worlds with soft smiles adorning their faces.
Have had the child little over a year ago, the two young parents had been worried about how they would take care of him having heard the horrors of petulant and fussy children and not having a clue what to do about it. Therefore, it had come with great relief and joy for them to find out their beautiful baby boy was rarely fussy and had only cried on a rare few occasions, mostly upon injuring himself.
Despite this, Harry was often seen waddling around the house in search of people to play with and his laughter and giggling had almost constantly permeated the house when he was awake. To Lily's surprise, especially having read so many books in preparation about the development of a young child, Harry had started to speak shortly after 2 and a half months of his birth as opposed to the average 6 and had begun speaking in full - if not grammatically correct or well pronounced – sentences. Unlike Lily, James had simply smiled throughout, saying that their little boy was taking after his mother and wasn't to be outdone by anyone.
After beginning to walk within 4 months, Harry had soon taken to riding atop Padfoot and Prongs whenever he could convince them to change forms, which was quite often given how easily he had them wrapped around his little finger. Just that afternoon Harry had been racing around on his small training broom, chasing Padfoot around the house, only stopping after Sirius had convince Pettigrew to join in which put Harry off his fun.
Ever since he had met Peter, which he had done soon after starting to talk, Harry had always held a disliking for him like no other. James, Remus and Sirius were sure to relentlessly tease the man about it, but Lily had always been concerned with the subdued nature Harry had in his presence which was rarely seen elsewhere.
The next big shock had been on Harry's birthday that just passed. Even from weeks after his birth Harry had already shown subtle signs of accidental magic like redirecting the 'aeroplane' that contained any food he didn't like or vanishing his crib bars to get to visitors that he heard downstairs. James was obviously excited about the potential Harry showed and thought it could be put to good use pranking any guests when Harry got older, but it was nothing in comparison to the excitement that he had felt when Harry had purposely drawn Padfoot to him using a summoning spell whilst riding his brand new broom. Such intentional magic was almost unheard of in people that didn't know about their magic and especially people so young. On top of that, the ability to summon something alive, even more so anything that possessed magic, was very difficult and few could manage. It did help that Sirius wasn't at all resistant to the ability, but it was still spectacular.
In response Sirius had picked Harry up like a trophy and held the giggling child above his head, parading 'his young protegee, prodigy' around the house that had only recently been covered by a fidelius due to Dumbledore's concerns which he hadn't felt need to disclose. Due to the enchantment on the property only Lily, James, Remus, Sirius and Amelia Bones, Sirius' longstanding girlfriend at the time and honorary godmother of Harry along with Alice Longbottom, were in attendance and they had collectively decided to keep such news a close secret.
From that day forward, harry had regularly used magic so naturally that it would put third years to shame with his skill at doing similar tasks to what they struggle to learn. A further revelation that came from this event and those that followed was Harry's aptitude to using wandless magic. Performing magic without a wand, other than the uncontrolled and unintentional accidental magic almost all wizards and witches experienced at a young age, is almost unheard of, even more so than Harry's powers being seen at such a young age.
Almost thought a myth, wandless magic is believed to only be possible for the most powerful of wizards and only for the simplest of tasks, such as weak levitations and possibly a few centimetre summoning charm. With the demonstrations of wandless magic that Harry had shown it was clear that he may never require a wand to do magic and upon reading ancient texts that belonged to the Potter family, Lily had concluded, based on the speculation of wandmakers and powerful Wizards and Witches of over a millennium ago, that it is possible that his magic was more pure in power and more connected to his being than ever even theorised, to have enabled him to do this. Furthermore, the research indicated that the use of a channelling object such as a wand or staff may only hinder his abilities as opposed to aid them as all other witches and wizards required.
Discussing with James about the origin of such texts and the validity of the research, her husband revealed the roots of the Potter family as he had been told from his own father, "The Potter family has allowed few to know of its exact lineage and definitely no one that isn't directly descended from the bloodline or married into it as you are. It has never been written down but my father, Charlus, told me when I came of age that the Potter family came into existence when 3 powerful houses combined, houses considered ancient even in the time they combined which was hundreds if not over a thousand years ago. Two of these families remain unknown even to this day within our family, but the third is the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell." At this Lily had gasped, recalling the name from a book she had read known as 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard', depicting three brothers being given gifts by Death itself.
"The Peverell story is mostly true in its depiction, although what is not known is that whilst Antioch and Cadmus died soon after receiving their gifts with no heirs to their lineage, Ignotus fathered a son who continued the line of Peverell. A few generations after the son, there was an heiress to the Peverell family, and with no heirs, she married a young heir of the two other ancient families. It was within this matrimony that the name of Potter was raised and the other three left behind. For generations the Peverell's had not claimed their rights as a Most Ancient and Most Noble House, along with the lordship, due to the tales that were known of the family and those who would wish to come for the cloak of Death. It was during this marriage, where only the parents of the first Potter lord were present, as according to the tale passed down through generations, that Lolanthe Potter nee Peverell, a Powerful yet unknown seer made her one and only prophecy, simply stating this, 'In a new age, a war shall be waged, for the future yet undecided, the Lord of these 4 houses, shall choose the path of magic, for all to follow.' From that day forth out family knew that one of its descendants would decide the fate of magic and only he shall claim lordship and descendance of the other 3 Ancient Houses."
Hearing this, Lily had broken down in tears before bringing Harry into her arms, clutching him close as she sat on the loveseat where her husband joined her. They both knew the meaning of this, this was a new age, a war had been waged, and the to-be-Lord of 4 houses was clutched desperately in his mother's arms. It had taken over an hour for Lily to calm down enough to speak, "Please not him, we can do something, we can run away from all of this. I want Harry to live a happy life, he doesn't need to fight a war or decide the future." Lily was desperate to protect her son, speaking in short snippets as she stared at her son with fear, yet undeniable love and devotion in her eyes.
James simply brought Lily closer into his side, hugging her in a tight embrace, "All we can do is protect him the best we can. If this is his destiny, we will do our best to guide him and he will live a happy life, no matter what." Lily's often jovial husband responded with utter and irrefutable conviction.
Lily nodded slightly before speaking, "The texts, their predictions about powers, they weren't based on past wizards that had such powers they were about Harry." Lily stated, realising why James' ancestors had done so much research about such things, receiving a nod from James in response.
"Your invisibility cloak!" Lily gasped with shock again, "I always wondered how a family heirloom of that kind had never worn out as most do. James nodded, "It is not made from Demiguise hair and has been passed down from father to their eldest child as the tales suggest."
"What if something happens, Voldemort is still out there, Dumbledore said he's coming for us and that's why he put up the fidelius here. Do they know about the prophecy?" Lily questioned.
"No, the secret has never gotten out, I am 100 percent certain. I don't know what this is about. If Voldemort comes, we will deal with him and protect out boy." James replied stroking the black tuft of hair on Harry's head with an affectionate smile as he looked at him.
Watching James' actions, Lily looked at the peaceful expression on the sleeping Harry's face then spoke in a quavering voice, "And what if we're not here when he needs us, if Voldemort kills us? I can't leave him alone." Lily said with tears in her eyes.
"He won't ever be alone; you know we left a will. He has two wonderful godparents and all of our friends who wouldn't hesitate to care for him as their own, and the account managers of the Potter house are all descendants of the same lineage, they are considered part of our family and have always been very close. Ragnok the 6th will be able to guide Harry when the time comes, if not then his descendants will."
Reassured, yet still shaken, Lily relaxed and just held her son as she was held by her husband, and so they sat, on that cold and dark night, in front of the fire, gazing down at the centre of their worlds.
An explosive shattering sound obliterated any sense of peace or silence that permeated the Potter residence, causing the adults to leap to their feet, turning to the hallway which connected to the front door where the sound erupted from.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" James announced without a shred of doubt in his voice, Lily not having to gain clarification to who 'him' is brushed ff the panic and fear as she had so many times throughout this bloody war.
Racing upstairs with Harry clutched to her chest, Lily placed him down in his crib as Harry looked up at her with fear and panic in his eyes but without any of the tears one would expect.
Rubbing his cheek gently with both hands Lily spoke with a voice full of love, "I love you my dear boy, I'll always love you and watch over you. Be brave, be strong and find love of your own." As soon as Lily finished speaking, she whipped around to face the door as James' shouts were silenced, followed by a deadened thump and approaching, steady and unrelenting footsteps.
As the footsteps stopped at the door, Lily braced herself standing protectively in front of Harry. Blocking the shrapnel from the destroyed door as it was blasted from its hinges, Lily was soon engaged in a battle with the Dark Lord Voldemort, only to be disarmed in seconds against the unmatched might of the monster before her.
Growing desperate she begged, "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside you silly girl … stand aside now."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-" Lily cried in agony as she begged for her sons life but refused to move an inch.
Her pleading soon erupted into a piercing scream, followed by a shrill voice laughing.
Then a blinding green flash illuminated the room as a searing pain erupted on the young Harry's forehead, not distracting him from his misery and silent tears as he stared at his beautiful mother lying motionless on the ground, her eyes still staring ahead, but without any life behind them.
Cold, high and cruel laughter filled the room as Voldemort used the killing curse on the infant that was supposed to be the one to finish him, only giving way a split second later to the explosion as huge quantities of magic were released, obliterating the entire room and surrounding areas of the house as the magic rebounded from Harry and destroyed the caster, leaving behind a corporeal from of the monster drifting off into the night.
Well, That's the first little taste,
If your reading, thank you and I hope you enjoy what's to come :)