I'm hoping to get an update out like once a week right now-but it depends where I am at, and maybe reviews might start popping up again. I will always be grateful for people asking these many questions, because they help a fellow writer out-and it made complete sense, if you literally think of it.
Chapter 27
Harrions stared at the Dark Lord with shock written all over his face. He was certainly not expecting it, but it did make sense really quickly. He saw the signs of the obvious favoritism, how the older twin had a core of being near a squib, but he had much more of a magical core and able to speak parseltongue.
Everyone knew only those with Slytherin bloodline possessed the ability to speak to snakes. It was a surprise when Harriosn discovered he had the ability himself. He thought it might have been the Peverell brothers, but that was many generations ago and so far off-that it was rumoured they didn't really exist beyond the fairytale of the Grimm Brothers. He knew abilities can be dormant on many sides and can suddenly appear, but the Potters have never married directly from the Slytherin line. It wouldn't make sense, and just magically show up, just for him.
It made complete sense now that Harrison thought about it. It explained why magic had granted him the heir line of the Slytherin line-long to be extinct since the Dark Lord was the only one who was left, until his downfall.
It would make sense if he was the chosen one, the one that caused the downfall of the Dark Lord-but he wasn't going to be a saviour for the magical world. They lost him as soon as they locked him up in Azkaban, for having a dark core and something he didn't do.
It was their mistake that it would be their downfall. By the time the world looked at Saeviour as their saviour of the magical world, they would realize they made a mistake. They shouldn't have casted out the boy nor should they have overlooked them-if they truly wanted a saviour.
It was truly a sad sight-but he was not sorry, nor did he particularly care. They should have thought that long before they abandoned him.
Harison already made his choice and side. He wasn't going to be anyone's saviour of the magical world. He saw the mistakes the magical world created, and they were not exactly there for his whole life. He wasn't going to save them.
The world first had to burn first before anything can be rectified, and he will be the one in the front lines causing the destruction to end the light's power. He wanted to bring back the long lost traditions of Samuel, Yule and anything that didn't take from the Muggle world. He wanted the old magic back that was not pure white magic or neutral magic.
But the savior part, the one that the wrong boy who lived clung to the title-should have been truly his. He wanted to cackle at the thought. They truly had fallen, and now the time was ticking away.
"I really can't say I didn't see the signs, but it makes sense… Oh, how they really wish they didn't turn their back on me, because that is their downfall," Harrison spat.
…
Harrison looked at the library books in Grimmauld Place. The Blacks truly did have the most exquisite library with a vast collection of books ranging from different topics. He was in the darkest of the sections, where many didn't venture into. This was the darkest of magic, the one with poisons, rituals, blood magic and rituals. He knew there was a chance that some of these books contained hexes or curses on them that prevented anyone other than a Black in touching them.
He could feel which ones that were cursed, and avoided those. The one that Harrison needed was for the elixir of life. He knew he had seen the book somewhere, either in the Chamber of Secrets collection among the journals and scrolls or the Black collection.
There was also one other option, but he wasn't going there-not if he could help it. There was no way he was going to contact Nicolas Flamel. He knew Dumbledore was friends with him, but he didn't know what side the Flamels were and it would be an obvious notice that something was amiss.
He flipped through dozens of the books, flipping through every page-hoping to find the one. There was no such luck through any of these. Harrison sighed, and sat down in a black chair that was against the wall. He combed through his mind, looking through the dust and the hell hole that was the Potter's Manor of his childhood, and the dementors that aligned inside it.
He knew exactly which section he was looking for. It was one of the heaviest guarded cells that quite a bit of demonters guarded. He scanned through his memories before he settled onto the one he was looking for.
Harrison conquered a copy of the recipe and looked at it. Of course, it was written in parseltongue, but a simple language translator was simple. He pocketed the potions' recipe and headed out to Malfoy Manor.
Harrison grabbed a handful of gray dust that was floo powder, and stepped into the fireplace. It was a little warm, but he cleared his voice and said in a very clear tone,
"Malfoy Manor!"
His body went up in green flames, as the heat and the spinning almost made him nauseous, but the spinning stopped after a few. He stepped out of the fireplace gracefully, and called for a house elf to help him.
"I is Tippy. What would I be doing for young lord Peverell?" The house elf asked, it's giant green eyes looking at him.
"Where is Lord Malfoy?" Harrison asked. "I have some business to do with him."
The house elf led him to Lucius's study. He knocked and after he heard a small, "come in", Harrison let himself in. He looked at the silver grey eyes that were identical to Draco's.
"Lucius, I have news about the Dark Lord for you," He said, in almost a sing-songy voice.
Grey eyes looked at him with curiosity, and Harrison explained everything to him. How Sirius and him found the Dark Lord in the depths of Albania, the philosopher's stone and the help he needed, in making the potion. By the end, Lucius almost looked like he would die in happiness with the chance of having his lord back.
…
A couple of days had passed with time running out. Harrison was due back at Hogwarts in a couple of days, and he was spending those last few days finishing up the Dark Lord's resurrection. They were finally almost done after Snape had spent the last few days in brewing the elixir of life.
Harrison stood against the wall, pulling on his black robe sleeves. This was going to be a long time waiting. Since he was considered to be young, and therefore, without much experience, despite getting tutored and in Azkaban for five years - he was stuck on doing nothing.
There really wasn't much left to do as he stood there, entering his mindscape for the distraction. He knew his shields were impenetrable, but he wasn't going to risk it.
He organized the memories into the dark and most secluded area of his mind. He concealed the memories of the Dark Lord, the ritual and anything that might tick off Dumbledore that the Dark Lord was truly back. He added another layer of the hellhole in his mind, just to make it more terrifying, for those who wanted to linger in his mind.
He exited out, feeling a sense of calm. His bright green eyes stared at the mass of the body that was beginning to form. Sirius was take with drinking the elixir of life while the Dark Lord took the life energy out of the potion in making a corporal body.
The body was forming quite quickly, but still looked quite hollow. Every drink that Sirius made, the body looked less and less corporeal. It wasn't until the last drop of the potion did the Dark Lord left Sirius' body. Sirius collapsed on the floor and had bottles of wiggenweld potion at the ready.
The Dark Lord flexed his ling, slim fingers and his red, cat slit eyes looked around the room settling on the fact that his loyal followers brought him back to his full strength.
Harrison grinned. After a decade of the Dark Lord being weak and a spirit form-he was finally bac. He knew the world would not be prepared for what was going to happen in the near future. Better to take the world by surprise.
"My lord," everyone in the room murmured, looking at the newly resurrected Dark Lord with awe. He knew many of them thought he was truly dead, but now he was very much alive.
"Ten long years and here, I must confess, that I was disappointed… Not one of you tried to find me until a boy of only eleven and a Black found me barely surviving."
Another filler chapter, but now-shit will about to happen and maybe a conversation with Ella and Harrison is in order, bec6those two need to talk to each other. Drop a review down below and tell me what you think!
