Repeat Chapter 11, a harry potter fanfic

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Letters

Fleur loved to get letters from her younger sister, it was one of the best parts of her week. Letters were always the same, a detailed recounting of her week and then a stamp of magic on the lower right side.

One of the many perks that came with being a Veela was being sensitive to magic. Fleur could always thread her own magic through other people's magic. She had "softer" magic as people liked to call it. That didn't mean that she possessed weaker or less powerful magic, far from it. It meant that her magic was more moldable, she could control the intent of it better than most people.

So whenever she and her sister were apart for an extended period of time, they would write these letters to one another and put these stamps on the bottom right of the letter. It was a good way to get an honest answer from one another. A flash of heat produced by the magic meant that they were frustrated, angry, upset. A burst of cold from the magic told the other that they were lonely or sad. A gentle warm feeling meant things were okay. There were other variations of mixing cold and hot, that added smaller messages but for the most part, they stuck to those 3 simple ones.

Fleur rolled her eyes as she scanned over the letter and found that Gabby had but a single thing on her mind. It was actually the same thing that she had on her mind most of the time nowadays.

Harry Mother James Fucking Potter ... excuse her French

Fleur was not a young lady who got by alone on her good looks. No, she was every bit as smart as she was beautiful. A rare and deadly combo that the world was not all that aware of. She tended to trust her mind and instinct over her emotions, it had gotten her this far without failing her.

That's why when she closed her window on the floating Harry, she did so with every fiber of her being, despite not wanting to.

She as an enchantress was very in tune with magic, the way it felt, the way it bent and coiled around objects. The way that it burrowed into things and changed them. The way that it felt inside of a person.

She had already met Harry Potter, the boy who had wormed his way into her heart was not Harry Potter.

Or at least not the version of Harry Potter that she met. This one was older, this one was more intelligent and powerful than the meek young boy who she had met the prior year.

This one was different in every single way. This one made her breath hitch and her heart flutter.

But most of all, this one had a cold angry presence in the world and every time that she dove into the endless pit that was his magic reserves, she could find nothing but the icy cold depths waiting for her.

This was not Harry Potter, but he was clearly Harry Potter.

Just not from this world, she was certain of it by now.

She could feel the icy cold grip of his magic calling out to her every time that he was near her. But the icy feeling was not one that she found pleasant even if the company that carried it was. She had felt something similar only once in her life before, inside the wand that Dumbledore carried around. Which if the rumors were to be believed, was THE Elder Wand.

So why did Harry Potter have an icy magical touch that was only matched by something that was created by Death?

That was a tough question to ask in her opinion because there was several different answers that she could think of that would answer the question with ease. The first being the simplest, Harry Potter had quite literally been killed.

And had risen back from the dead like nothing had happened!

That was the easiest way to justify his feeling, he had died and been brought back to life.

But how?

None of the magic that Fleur knew could defeat death. Dumbledore was said to have a dark checkered past with darker forms of magic, it was a very much a possibility that he knew something that she did not.

The second was something also simple, that the Harry Potter who died had not actually been Harry Potter and that the taller and older version of the teen was simply one that had been locked away training while the fake one was allowed to roam in the public's eye. Possibly under the extreme use of a time turner, which would explain how he was older than his actual age. But that line of thinking only led to more questions like who had played the younger and meeker Harry Potter that the public was used to seeing.

The third was also easy to run with, this was not Harry Potter despite feeling and looking similar to the one that she had met last year. But then ago, who exactly was this version of the man claiming to be Harry Potter.

Thinking about it made her head hurt, like she was missing a piece of the puzzle that she couldn't see. She couldn't see what she didn't know to look for.

She doesn't know what she didn't know

Fleur was not overly sure of what she could hang her knowledge of the situation to hang on, but she was absolutely sure of one thing: Dumbledore was at the heart of whatever was going on here.

As Fleur continued to think about Harry, the topic of her thoughts was having issues himself. At first he wasn't sure, but as the week progressed and he went about his classes, he found himself grower weaker and weaker even with the Elder Wand at his side.

His magic didn't rush to commands, it was slow, sluggish, and lacked the potency.

At first it was corrected by the amplification of the Elder Wand, but as the end of the second day of classes, Harry felt that something was amiss. He didn't want to go back to Dumbledore with this issue so soon after visiting him and taking the wand from him, but by day five of growing weaker and weaker, he was starting to think that it was the best course of action.

Friday, he skipped he last three classes, claiming to be feeling under the weather. He tried to cast a self diagnosis spell on his body, but his magic refused to perform the piece of magic.

He was making his way to Dumbledore's office when he felt a ripping pain travel across his back and he fell forward onto his face, he pulled his face up and he saw that that the ground around him was covered in a thick growing pool of blood.

The back of his hand was glowing and he watched as pieces of skin ripped off and were consumed by the glowing light that covered his body. He felt something pulling on his body and he hissed in pain as his body felt like it was being pulled apart.

When he woke up, he was in the hospital wing with Dumbledore standing by his bedside, a worried look on the elderly Headmaster's face.

"Good to see you awake Harry" greeted Dumbledore

"What happened?" asked Harry

"I have a general idea for what occurred, I can provide a bit more insight into what happened if you would tell me a little bit about what happened to you" said Dumbledore

"I was having issues getting my magic under control, I didn't have the will to cast spells even with the Wand" admitted Harry, "I was on my way to see you when I felt a sharp pain in my back and feel forward there was a white glowing light covering my body and it tore my skin off. Next thing I know, I was waking up here"

Dumbledore mulled over the information before saying "In the weeks leading up to summoning you here, I had to cast several spells and perform several small rituals to find a Harry Potter that could win our war. I never managed to pull any human parts into this world before I realized that I needed to use more magic than I had to offer and I needed an anchor to properly bring you here"

Harry didn't react, he felt like there would be more to this explanation.

"It would appear that someone is trying to summon you back to your home world Harry" concluded Dumbledore after a moment's silence

"And if I don't want to go back?" asked Harry

Dumbledore gave a gentle smile, "Then you don't have to, but that is what I believe is happening, I have come prepared in case you didn't want to return. I have crafted a cloth wrist band covered in runes that you can wear that will take a little of your magic and prevent you from being summoned again."

He pulled out a muggle cloth wristband that muggle athletes wore from a fold in his robes and presented it to Harry. Harry took it and slipped it onto his left wrist and immediately felt the surge of magic return back into him.

"Now this is not a permanent solution Harry, your magic will burn through that one and I will create several copies, while I look into this situation" said Dumbledore before he turned and left Harry alone in the hospital.

The world around him froze and Harry saw a much scrawnier version of himself at the foot of the bed.

"So, you're the hero they brought in to replace me" said the smaller Harry

Harry blinked as this alternate version of himself sat down at the foot of the bed.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of Ghosts" said the smaller Harry

"You're not really a ghost though" said Harry

"True"

"So what exactly are you?"

"I am something similar to a ghost but also different. I am an avatar of Magic"

"Is that why the world is frozen?"

"Yes, I have important information to tell you"

"Ok, don't wait for an invitation, out with it"

The smaller Harry gave a large evil smile, "You can't win this war"

Harry rolled his eyes, "You're not the first person to tell me that"

"I am the first one to have the knowledge of what is to come. I am here to tell you the truth, listen to my words and accept them or not. You, Harry James Potter, The Champion of Wind, The Boy who Lived, the Child of Prophecy, the Man who Succeeded. You are not enough to win this war because you're very presence here is a mistake. A costly one that will cause things to spiral out of control. Take my warning and return home"

"No, I don't think that I will. I have already given my word that I end this war"

"Then you have done it to yourself" said the smaller Harry with a level of pity in his voice that made Harry tighten up inside, "You have so much heartbreak, sorrow, and defeat ahead, it will break you"

The world returned to normal and Harry wasn't sure if that was a powerful force of magic or the worst daydream that he ever had. Either way, it was clearly nothing positive. And there was nothing positive happening in the world because as Harry laid in the hospital bed, recovering from the failed magical ritual to summon him back to his home world, his enemy was preforming a ritual of his own.

Voldemort's red eyes looked over the mass of runes that covered the room. Every single inch of the room was covered in runes, four of his less valuable death eaters stood in each corner of the room. They were ...batteries as the muggles would say.

It was the four of them and just himself. He didn't trust any of his followers to be apart of this, this moment for was for him and him alone. He was about to be more vulnerable than he ever had been

"How come I don't have a mom?" asked a very young 5 year old Tom Riddle Jr.

"Because you're a little freak" hissed the orphanage caretaker, "Nobody could ever love you, you don't matter"

Voldemort grit his teeth as memories flooded his mind, his control over his magic spiraling out of his control and he felt the ground crack beneath his feet.

"Tommy wants his mommy,Tommy wants his mommy,Tommy wants his mommy" sang the children at the orphanage

"Tommy wants his mommy,Tommy wants his mommy,Tommy wants his mommy"

"Enough!" snarled Voldemort and he found the world around him frozen, the four death eaters in the room frozen in time as their bodies fell towards the ground

"Tommy wants his mommy,Tommy wants his mommy,Tommy wants his mommy" sang a voice that he would have mistaken for his own if he had not known better.

Voldemort whirled around and found himself face to face with a version of himself that looked a little more like Tom Riddle than Voldemort. The pale skin was the same, as was the red glowing eyes. But this version of himself had the same handsome face that he had back in his youth.

"Who are you?" asked Voldemort

"I am Tom Riddle" said the more human looking of the two

"I see, and what are you doing here?" asked Voldemort.

"The same thing as you, trying to kill Harry Potter" said Tom

"I've already done that, but he returned from the dead" stated Voldemort, "Older and more powerful than before"

"The power to Vanish the Dark Lord" quoted Tom, "Is that what the prophecy refers to?"

"Maybe, I seek a method to cheat death and Potter just has a way to cheat death" mused Voldemort, "That could be the power I know not"

"I always thought it was his extreme luck" jested Tom

"It could be that strange new wind ability of his" said Voldemort dismissively before the frozen world got even colder, snow falling in the sheltered room.

"What did you just say?" asked Tom, his voice taking on the same dangerous edge that Voldemort tended to use himself.

"After I killed him, he returned older and more powerful, more knowledgeable and has some new unfounded power over winds" answered Voldemort as he glanced around at the piling snowflakes.

"If that is this case, you aren't dealing with your Harry Potter, but the one from my world" snarled Tom

"Your world, your Harry Potter" repeated Voldemort

"Yes, I was killed by the brat in the Ministry of Magic, he blasted me through a veiled arc and it consumed my very soul, since then I have been adrift among the edges of the very fabric of magic, on the edge of the where the various worlds laid in the void of magic" explained Tom

"Dumbledore" spat Voldemort and Tom nodded in agreement.

"I best Harry Potter and what does he do? Summon yet another Harry Potter" snarled Voldemort, "One that has the experience of besting me already, that miserably old fool"

Tom smirked, "He might have been able to best me, but he would be nothing to us"

Voldemort stopped his fuming for a second to look at his counterpart, "You already lost to him, what assistance could you be able to provide me?"

"I can provide you the knowledge of his abilities" said Tom, "I know almost everything there is to know about him"

"Knowledge of the unknow is useful" admitted Voldemort

Tom have a sly smile, knowing that he had his counterpart right where he wanted him.

"I can even give you my power, the ability to control ice, my own well of magical power" said Tom

"You would give all of that to me, for what?" asked Voldemort

"For the same reason that you performed this ritual, to kill Harry Potter by any means" said Tom

Voldemort eyed his counterpart, something was clearly amiss here, but he couldn't tell what. Tom was clearly him as much as he was clearly Tom. But that just meant that he was all too knowing that he wasn't to be trusted.

"I will agree if you give me a vow on your magic" said Voldemort

Tom gave a large smile, clearly pleased with the choice of word by Voldemort, "I would expect nothing less than myself"

"Swear on your magic to help me defeat Harry Potter, any version of him, on this plane of existence" said Voldemort

"I swear to help you defeat, to kill Harry Potter or any version on this plane of existence" swore Tom, a flash of light blue outlining his form, showing that he had agreed to the vow that Voldemort had laid out.

"So, how do we do this?" asked Voldemort

"Like this" said Tom before his ghostly form walked forward and into Voldemort's body. Voldemort felt a geyser of power erupt inside of his body, the world around him being consumed as a flurry of slushy snow fell around his form.

His pale skin grew a little more normal looking and he felt the bones in his face twist and he knew he would end up looking more like Tom than Voldemort. But that wasn't a bad thing, Tom had been much more of a public figure than Voldemort. He could use a little more Tom in his appearance.

But as he felt the surge of power and shifting of his body, he also felt a presence in his mind. It was a familiar one, the Tom that he had been speaking with. That was okay, until Tom grasped Voldemort's mind wrestled control of it from Voldemort.

"What is the meaning of this?" Demanded Voldemort, "You can't betray me, you swore an oath to me"

"Dear old me, you're wording was terrible. I promised to help you kill Harry Potter, the best way for that to happen is for me to be in control" crackled Tom as he buried Voldemort under an avalanche of magical mental chains, pushing the dark lord deeper into the caverns of his own body's mind.

As Tom finished the take over, he felt the ocean of magic that laid inside of his body, the warmth of the Yew wand in his right hand reminded him of his youth.

"Yes, this will do" stated Tom and the world unfroze around him. His body shivered in delight as the cold snow clung to his robes and he embraced the icy sensation.

The door opened and Tom allowed a charming smile to grace his face, his features much more appropriate for such a move as he laid his eyes on Bellatrix.

"My dear Bella" tsk'd Tom, "why have you come to interrupt my ritual, what if the magic killed you?"

Bella frowned, "I didn't think of that"

She glanced around at the four bodies on the ground before she took in the much more human appearance of her master.

"My lord, you've changed" she purred

"Yes, I decided that I have to be someone who can be seen in public, I think it is time to take a much different direction and approach in our fight" said Tom, even as Voldemort rattled the chains in the back of his mind.

"Really, you've never been one to care for public opinion in the past" questioned Bella

Tom pursed his lips and did not seem amused

"Crucio" thought Tom and Bella dropped down to the ground, the pain being more than she had ever felt before.

When Tom released the spell, he smiled with glee. The sheer force of his magic was more than he had ever expected.

Bella's form shook on the ground even after Tom lifted the spell from her form.

"I don't remember asking you for your opinion" tsk'd Tom like a teacher disappointed in his student, "If I want to hear from you, I would ask for your opinion. You're lucky that I am merciful in my treatment of you"

Bella nodded and struggled to climb to her feet, her chest was heaving and she had an oddly sane look on her face. It was as if she had just realized that her master before her was something more than she had ever seen before.

"Now, go gather a group of our most mediocre men, we have an attack to launch on London" instructed Voldemort

Bella nodded and she scrambled out of the room as Tom twirled the wand in his hands, the feeling of using that much power was intoxicating. He had missed this part of being alive. The feeling of unleashing unimaginable power on those weaker than him, it was the best feeling in the world.

He was back, more powerful than ever and all that stood in his way was the same thing as last time.

Harry Potter

A known enemy, the same one that had gotten the best of him in the past. But things were going to be different now. In the past, he had underestimated the brat, he had been very much focused on Dumbledore. That had allowed Harry to slip through the cracks, that was not going to be the case this time around, to hell with the old man.

He knew better this time around, he had to take the fight to Harry in not just the battlefield, but the media as well. This had to be a battle ... a war on two fronts.

Tom knew as well as the next person that the Magical world was a heavily racist place, the important of 'blood purity' rather than pure magical power was pathetic.

That is what Tom had to claim to be a Pure Blood, they would have never followed him if they knew his muggle origins. Even after Harry exposed his muggle side, this world's Voldemort had claimed that it was a lie to split their forces.

Walking to the door that lead to the room, Tom waved his wand and a burst of frozen flames splashed out of the tip of the wand and consumed everything in the the room. All that was left in the room was a small puddle of water.

Making his way up the stairs, back into the main part of the Manor, Tom was greeted to the sight of a group of new recruits being lashed into by Bellatrix about how they were to cause damage and panic.

"Now now Bella, don't scare them too much, they're not there to be anything more than witnesses" said Tom before he conjured a rope and had everyone touch it.

Turning it into a portkey, Tom allowed all of them minus Bella to be whisked away to the heart of London.

They dropped into the town square and Tom took a deep breath before saying "observe my brothers and sisters"

He opened his mouth and out shot a tsunami of icy flames that killed everything it touched, burning through muggle London with ease. Thousands of lives lost in a matter of seconds.

A flick of his wand and the dark mark appeared in the sky and his new recruits started to fidget in place.

"Worry not" said Tom as the first of the Aurors popped in only to be ripped apart with the ease of a twist of wand.

"What are we waiting for sir" asked one of the nervous men behind him. Tom didn't even glance back at his minion as he allowed his magic to unwind from inside his body and flood the world.

Storm clouds kicked up in the sky and it started to snow.

Tom let a sly smile grace his face, "we wait for the media of course. I have to give an interview"

A/N: And that's scene. I usually drop on Wednesday but since I kind of finished this on the ride home, imma just drop this chapter now at 11 EST.

Harry is having *performance* issues. Voldemort is now 2 people and more powerful than ever before. And Harry is wanted back in his home world.

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