Harry Potter and the Palingenesis of Abaddon
Chapter I
– The Vision
Harry like a lot of the time he spent was weeding the front
garden of 4 Privet Drive. His Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon made Harry do this
all the time because they hated him. The reason they hated him was because he
was left on their doorstep 14 years ago. He was left on their doorstep because
his parents James and Lily Potter had been killed. They had not died from the
car accident as his aunt and uncle had told him for 10 years. A man called Tom
Riddle had actually killed them. At the time of course you couldn't really call
him a man. He was not called Tom Riddle either at the time he was called
Voldemort. Voldemort was the most dark sorcerer of modern times. He terrorized
the magical community for eleven years. Harry was not a normal boy; besides
being a wizard he was the only wizard who had ever survived an attack from
Voldemort. Voldemort had killed his parents and had gone to kill him but it
rebounded off Harry and hit Voldemort. Voldemort would have been killed but he
had done many things to himself to make him immortal. He fled the scene and had
gone into hiding for 13 years but had been returned to his body the previous
year.
Harry had been cleaning the house for hours on the hot July
Saturday. He felt the sun beating down on the back of his neck. He was thirsty
and got up, turned round and walked towards the front door. He felt the
coolness of the house as he stepped over the doormat.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BOY!" screamed Uncle Vernon from
upstairs, "GET OUTSIDE AND WEED MORE."
Harry walked back out into the heat despondently. He bent
down and started picking more weeds out of the dry ground with his raw hands.
The heat was really getting to him. He needed a drink. He stood and started
walking back to the house. He felt the heat more and more each second. He
couldn't keep himself up. Just to the kitchen He thought I'll be fine
as soon as I get to the kitchen. He couldn't take it any longer and fell to
the ground instantly being knocked unconscious.
Harry found himself in a very vivid vision. Is this real?
he thought to himself. He was in a cave like chamber with the roof 50 foot
above him. It had lots of stalagmites and stalactites. It was also a very damp
place. It was the same length and width of the great hall at Hogwarts. Then he
heard voices.
"One of masters many faithful servants, if not his most
faithful servant has been brought back to power. He has been brought back to
his body." One man said in a very deep thunderous voice "He has already killed
a very important man on earth called Cornelius Fudge"
Harry's jaw dropped. This can't be real. Can it? he
thought. He looked around he wanted to move but his body was rigid. He wanted
to be back at Privet Drive. The other man looked in his direction. A pain so
extreme hit his scar. He couldn't think straight. He let out a whimper but the
figures did not move.
"Ah. Voldemort is back? One of masters greatest follows is
back? But how. How can he be reduced to a bodiless spirit and be back?" another
man said in the same dark thunderous voice "This is impossible."
"He was not killed he had made himself immortal but when he
would have been killed his body was destroyed he fled to the Romanian Forest."
the first man said "One of his followers did an ancient ritual returning the
spirit of Voldemort to his body."
"Ah. Yes" he said "The driginium reclucium."
"We must leave our master awaits" said the first figure "He
must kill that child Harry Potter. For if he stays upon the earth. He will be
untouchable by the dark forces. He will be untouchable both emotionally and
physically. For Voldemort gave him a power never seen before. If Harry Potter
stays for just two more years living on earth. He will become immortal nothing
will kill him."
"We must now leave our master waits" the second said. "Come
follow me"
Harry woke his head was pounding. He stared up at the sky
thanking he was back. He was about to think about it but didn't feel like going
over it in his mind once again. He went up to touch his scar it stung more than
it ever had before. It stung more than when he was in the grave yard with
Voldemort. Harry brought his hand down and looked at it. Blood. His hand was
covered in thick red blood. He ran into the house and into the bathroom. Harry
turned to look at the mirror. His face was covered in blood. It was running
down dripping onto his clothes. It was coming from above his hairline. He
lifted his fringe and his scar was bleeding it was pouring out rapidly. Sending
the warm liquid down his face staining his clothes. He tried to wipe his face
with his hands but the blood burned it was like acid. He started to panic. The
pain in his head was becoming worse and worse. It felt as if it was being
forced open with a crowbar. He filled the sink with water. He threw his head
into it. The water instantly turned a fierce shade of scarlet. He looked in the
mirror it had stopped bleeding. It looked like a severe cut in the shape of a
bolt of lightning though. He left the bathroom. He ran upstairs and changed his
clothes. He then collapsed onto his bed and fell instantly asleep.
Harry
woke. He put his glasses on and looked at the bedside clock it was 2:14 am. He
looked around and quickly saw what had woken him up. A small owl was tapping on
his window. It was Ron's owl. It was carrying a newspaper. Harry quickly undid
the newspaper from it's ankle and the owl lefty through the window a note
flopped out from the inside of the newspaper. It read:
Dear Harry,
Oh my god. You have to read this newspaper.
I guess it's good but…. I DUNNO
From Ron.
Harry unrolled the Daily Prophet. He looked at it, it read:
MINISTER DEAD, MINISTRY IN RUINS
The
minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge has been murdered.
He
was found dead in his bedroom at 6 'o' clock yesterday
evening
the ministry released this morning. He was killed
using the
Avada Vadavra by what eyewitnesses said to be
Voldemort
himself. He was spotted leaping through the
window and disapparating before hitting the
ground. The
ministry
is in shock. Many people have left worried that they
will be next. The question everyone is
wondering is who will
be the
next Minister for Magic. Many people have suggested Albus
Dumbledore.
He said 'I would love to be the minister for magic but
the
children of Hogwarts need me.' People have also suggested Ludo
Bagman. He
seems the most likely but would a former death eater be
good for
the job?
Harry stood staring at the newspaper in shock. His vision
was true it had happened. He didn't want this to be happening. Although he was
slightly happy that Fudge was dead. Fudge had not believed that Voldemort was
back the year previously. Harry just wanted to store it all in his mind then
look over it tomorrow. It was the 30th of July the day before his
birthday. Harry Walked back to bed and fell asleep instantly.
The next day passed quite slowly. As always his Aunt Petunia
and Uncle Vernon made him work around the house. He didn't tell them about the
vision, they would have got mad anyway, as they hated anything to do with
magic.
It was 11:45 only 15 minutes until his birthday. He couldn't
wait to see the surprises that might happen. He was just finishing a divination
homework about advanced mind reading. Only 10 minutes ……. 5minutes …….. 1
minute. He couldn't wait. 30 seconds, 15 seconds, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,
1. Harry heard a pop. His bedroom had disappeared from around him. He was
twirling through many colors. Where am I going? Harry thought to
himself. He was scared of where he might end up.