Harry Potter - Eighth Year

by SaltlaS

"That comes with what you've lost to gain everything, but nothing. You understand that The Hallows are mere inventions by some ancient wizards... They will not give you the power you seek. For that has been with you since the moment you were born and has saved you more than you could ever know." Eighth Year! No Bashing. Non-Canon Pairings! Eventual MoD!Harry. M for language

1. Prologue

J.K Rowling Owns Harry Potter, Not Me.

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Prologue

Dumbledore's tomb... The divine resting ground for one of the greatest men to have roamed this Earth. Looking over the vast Great Lake, it paid homage to one of the finest men Harry Potter had known.

It was white, pure. But it held something that besmirched the very essence of pure. The object's very nature opposed what a man such as Dumbledore's legacy left, and it'd been left there by Harry himself…

"I'm sorry, Professor," Harry whispered, standing at the foot of the grave solemnly.

Harry intended to relieve the grave of such, and with a deft swipe of his wand, Harry opened the sealed tomb.

Lay harmoniously inside, Dumbledore's inanimate corpse, holding an object between his supple fingers.

The Elder Wand.

A couple of months ago, Harry had placed the wand back in the care of Dumbledore, believing it the best and safest place. Now, he wasn't so sure... He'd keep it with him, just in case.

Harry knelt down beside the man, unwrapping the wand from his grasp gently. There was a power to the wand, a rush, as he deftly wrapped his fingers around the wood. This would help, this would give him what he needed. He put the wand into his robes, hidden in one of the many enchanted pockets.

The rush of the wind whispered promises, goading him to unite them, telling him it was his destiny. Fingertips wrapped around his shoulders, or did they? Harry couldn't tell. More whispers crept up his nape, demanding to get the stone. He shrugged them off, they weren't real. Or were they?

"They are."

Harry spun on his heel whipping The Elder Wand out of his robes. That had to be real.

Nothing.

"Who's there!" Harry demanded.

Silence.

"Revelio!" He intoned, doing a 360-degree turn.

Nothing.

Harry kept his wand out. Ready for anything. There was nothing.

With a swift wave of the wand, he corrected Dumbledore's defiled tomb, flicking his wand one more time so Lillies formed on top of it.

Harry threw The Cloak of Invisibility over his head. It would protect him until he reached safety... Wherever that may be.

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A/N: It follows the original 7 books up till the end of the final battle, and then my story comes in. Harry and Ron decide to attend Hogwarts. That's where this starts.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, this is just a prologue and a teaser of what's to come! Chapters will be longer than this one.

Edit: 26/05/22