[a/n0]Been getting a string of unsigned reviews going back to the beginning of HDD Cheers to Kai:
[a/n]I'm pretty sure I read something like this somewhen
Harry Does Different CCCDXVII
Blood Magic
Harry had studied, secretly, for weeks after returning to Hogwarts. He'd had a remarkable burst of foresight back in Second Year in getting Lockhart to sign a permission slip for the Restricted Section. He used it somewhat in the TriWizard Tournament but now he found a use. There was the matter of his heritage that angered him toward the Headmaster not that he had much faith in authority anyway. So he didn't tell anyone. The books he studied were masked to look ordinary enough but were anything but.
"Mr. Potter? A little late for the festivities aren't you?" Professor McGonagall met him at the door to the Great Hall.
The somewhat burdened wizard gave her a look "You'll forgive me ma'am, if I'm not in the mood to celebrate the murders of my parents."
"And for that you should recognize a certain responsibility on your part to show a positive attitude in support of Minister Fudge." The sickly-sweet DADA Professor scolded from behind the Head of Gyffindor.
Harry lashed out with a "Petrificus Totalis!" he was delighted to see her arms and legs snap together and then fall like a tree.
"Mister Potter!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall.
Harry ignored her, touched his wand to his throat "If I can have everyone's attention please. This'll take a few minutes! She thinks I was lying about the return of Voldemort. I will now PROVE I was not." A wave of his wand shoved the back few tables, students and all, out of the way. He opened a paint can, a charmed brush under his direction quickly painted a 7 foot pentagram on the floor.
"Harry stunning a teacher" said Dumbledore coolly "I am not even quite sure what the penalty for that is. It hasn't happened in my lifetime."
Ron's thought, echoed by his brothers was "Wicked!"
"You really shouldn't Harry." Hermione was displeased, but curious "What's all that?"
He first looked at the Headmaster "I'm a little sick of being called a liar. What does everyone think? Cedric died of flobberworm mumps? But took a couple weeks in the Restricted Section to get something that should be pretty handy."
"And how, pray tell, did you get in without permission?" McGonagall scolded.
He produced a paper "Here you are, Professor. Signed and dated. Professor Gilderoy Lockhart. Had it for a while. Now for the lodestones." Five large uncut diamonds flew to the points of the large star. He produced a large dagger, almost a sword and walked to the center.
"Harry, I am unsure what spell you have learned, however any ritual is potentially very dangerous. At the very least, you should have discussed it with me." Dumbledore gave his deputy a silencing glance then continued. There wasn't another sound in the Hall.
Now in the center of the pentagram the teen gripped the dangerous looking blade in his left hand and pulled. Voice clearly showing the pain he was in Harry explained "I am the titular head of the Ancient and Moste Noble House of Potter. Something YOU should've told me Dumbledore. My blood was used to resurrect Voldemort. I now call that to judgment!" a stream of blood flowed from his clenched fist to the floor.
The lodestones began to glow. Lines of light lashed out and met directly above the young wizard's head.
"Potter! What is this nonsense?" demanded Professor Snape. He walked up and kicked one of the diamonds. His reward was a broken toe.
Ron burst out in laughter while Hermione frowned slightly, but neither spoke.
"Busy." Harry only had time for the one word "Blood of my blood I summon you to answer for your actions." He moved to the perimeter of the circle, right at one of the points. His feet were precisely on it. "Tom Marvolo Riddle! Blood traitor come forth!"
There was a flash, a tearing sound seemingly from nowhere. Then a gash in realty. The adults in the Hall recognized it as a powerful apparition, as if a dozen people were traveling at the same time.
"Potter! Where am I?" the harsh question came from a snakelike man in magical robes within the pentagram. He looked around "Dumbledore! What magic is this? I will kill you where you stand!"
There were gasps of "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" and "You-Know Who!"
"I want back what you stole Riddle." Harry's tone wasn't as harsh sounding, but his eyes blazed in the reflected light of the pentagram. "You used my blood to try to murder me."
Dumbledore tried to react "Harry! He's going for his wand!" he bounced off the swirling light.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort fired, and right at the boy. But the green light splashed off a strand. "YOU WILL BEG FOR DEATH CRUCIO!" This had little more effect.
Harry caught the beam of light and said "Aquæ furtivæ sanguinem reditus ad me!"
That beam sent a subsidiary that stuck the dark wizard within right in the chest. After a few seconds it turned red. Which flowed from the center to Harry.
"AHHHHHH!" Voldemort roared in agony as his veins emptied. He wheezed as his cells no longer received oxygen. He fell to his knees and just barely managed a weak "Mercy!"
Harry looked, in a way, blood-stained but directly on his skin. He had to use a hand to rip open his shirt he was so hot. Sweat poured off him, grunting "Same mercy you gave my parents."
"NOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo…..!" it took almost two minutes for the ritual to run its course. At the end, the greatest Dark Lord in living memory collapsed like a puppet with its strings broke.
Harry returned to full awareness. And smiled. His face and torso were both discolored with blotchy red patches. he strode into the pentagram again, kicked the fallen, quite dead, body in the head declaring "And THAT, boys and girls, is THAT!"
"Great Merlin Harry!" exclaimed Hermione as she flung her arms around him.
Ron wanted to know "What the bloody hell was that, mate?"
"This requires much study." Announced Dumbledore with an air of gloom "This, indeed, may not be the end."
