POWER
Chapter 3: A touch of magic and a realization.
Summary: A three part story set during Harry's fifth year summer. Power. Power is an influential force that gives an ability to do amazing things. Power is not only an ability, but also a corruptor.
- Does good always triumph? -
Harry looked to Hedwig who was hooting from atop his trunk. "Calm down Hedwig," Harry said, as memories of Hogwarts and his friends were brought back. He hadn't owled them since for a week, and he was too tired to owl them now. "Soon," he said as he closed his eyes, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep.
He managed to get ten more minutes of sleep before a knock hit the door. "Are you up yet? I want to show you something." Peter's voice echoed through the door.
"Sure, I'll be up in a few seconds." Harry answered as he straightened himself up and got out of bed. He heard footsteps disappearing down the corridor as he slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
Once he was up and fully dressed, he went down the stairs and met Peter. He motioned Harry to sit down with him and asked, "I was asked by my lo-" the word almost slipped, but he caught himself, "by the ministry to take
care of a little problem about fifty miles south of here. Would you like to come?"
Harry looked up and answered, "Sure, what type of problem?"
"A large group of Erumpents have gathered near a town and a few people have been killed." He answered, then added, "Are you ready to go, after we finish, we can go back to practicing."
"Sure, what exactly are Erumpents?" He asked.
"You'll see..."
- Does good always triumph? -
As Harry was whisked away by Peter's spell, a new yellow landscape appeared. "Are those Erumpents?" Harry asked as he saw a group of large, rhinoceros-looking animals grazing in the field before him. He looked around him and saw mountains of yellow sand all around them and under them, and a field of grass in the center, with a river near by.
"Yea, dangerous animals. They can repel most charms and curses, so I will have to do rather complicated one." he said. He raised his wand and muttered, "Maximus Transus Totales!"
Slowly, from the sands to the left of the field, the wind began to pick up. Harry could see some sand being picked up, and soon, more and more sand flew through the air in the form of a spiraling tunnel. It grew to a large size and a soon engulfed the grassy field and covered the herd of Erumpents from view. And as quickly as it started, it ended even quicker. "What happened to the heard?" Harry asked.
"They are no longer a problem anymore. The ministry wanted them destroyed." He stated.
Harry knew he had read that spell somewhere, and what it had done. It was a spell which transported everything in a large area. But, he didn't speak up.
"Ready to go home?" Peter asked, and Harry nodded in response.
- Does good always triumph? -
"Now, by using black, imagine the Crup getting older. Imagine him slowly dying away." Peter said to Harry, who concentrated hard. He saw the little dog-like animal in his mind slowly collapse, slowly stop breathing, and it's eyelids dropping down, putting an end to a life. At that instant, Harry knew he had changed. He had killed an innocent creature. But then he thought, 'it was just a little creature. What harm could I have done?' And he shrugged off the thought right there and then.
The rest of the day flew by and he hadn't given a thought to his friends until that night in his dreams. He and Ron were standing in the quidditch field, after landing and hopping off their brooms. Another team member walked by and accidentally knocked his shoulder into himself. Harry looked into his eyes and saw no remorse, and yelled out, "Avada Kedavra!" And the unremorseful eyes turned to terrified, until the eyelids fell. Harry woke up at a start, and knew he had changed. He was dreaming of killing a person, and just this day he killed another creature.
"What's happened to me?" Harry asked himself as sweat dripped from his forehead. But Harry knew the answer, he had changed. He was becoming evil, and he knew the cause. This place. Peter. Ever since he came here, his desire for revenge had doubled and he was feeling different, he was feeling evil.
"I have to leave this place, I have to leave before I become like him." Harry demanded to himself. He thought about it the rest of the night, until morning when his eyes were just starting to fall.
- Does good always triumph? -
"Harry, there is something I haven't told you." Peter confronted Harry at his next lesson.
"What is it?" Harry asked nervously as he turned towards Peter.
"You know how I was telling you about my past, and how I was hiding from Voldemort?" Peter said, and he looked around him, muttering a spell quietly and quickly, not alerting Harry.
He turned back towards Harry and continued, "I wasn't successful because he found me. But you could say I was successful from hiding, because it wasn't him who found me, because I found him." His voice suddenly turned evil, and Harry's mind began to race. He wanted to run, and at first, his legs wouldn't move. He got them free, and ran into an invisible barrier.
"There's no use running. You're like him, you know. I see it in your eyes every time I look at you. Evil. How do you think you killed that Crup so easily yesterday? Why is it that the easiest color for you to control is death?" A sparkle in Randel's his eyes sent shivers down his spine.
"Why would you turn to him? Why are you doing this?" Harry asked, awaiting an unknowing future.
"If you're hunted by the most feared wizard that ever lived since Slazar Slytherin, why would you run? I may be not as powerful as my master, but I am as smart, and I picked the right choice, and the easiest one." He paused, looking at Harry in the eye. "I believe in your last year you witnessed the death of a friend, and you know that's just going to keep on happening until you do something about it. Are you going to let him kill more of you friends and family or would you join him to stop it?"
Harry didn't think about it long, for he didn't have a chance too. "My lord does not know you're here. But tomorrow, he will be pleased to find that Harry Potter is ready for possession, a perfect killing machine which will
never be expected, yet already prepared with the ability of Colare, an ancient black magic..."
- Does good always triumph? -
Harry sat heaped against a wall in his bedroom. His trunk had been taken away, along with his wand and Hedwig, and he was helpless. A highly dark and powerful barrier charm had been put on the room, and most likely several others which Harry didn't know about. He was stuck in his room awaiting a gloomy future.
He was facing the decision of life. He would eventually put to use as an unknowing killing machine that would probably take the lives of his two best friends. He knew one way to end it, but that was a last resort. He would have to take his own life in order to save his friends'. At that thought, a house elf opened the door to his room and delivered a plate of food and a glass. Then another thought sprang into his head. He walked over to the house elf and asked, "Would you have a napkin by any chance?"
"Yes sir, let me go get it." The house elf ran to the kitchen, leaving the door open, and a window through the barrier. Harry didn't waste a second as he swiftly ran down the corridor and into another hallway. He looked
around for any sign of life, and continued on. He had not been in this hallway before, and he looked around, trying to find an escape route. Voices echoed through the hall, and Harry managed to make out Peter's voice, and knew he hadn't much time.
He found a door and searched in his mind for the spell to unlock it, "Alohomora!" Harry said and the door clicked open and Harry ran into the room, turning around to lock it, all the while Peter and an unknown voice strolled down the hallway.
As Harry caught his breath, he took a look around the room, and found a golden-colored single strand of twine, and picked it up to look at it. As he did, the rope emitted a bright light and suddenly took life, as it wrapped
around Harry's arm.
Harry was startled as he was blinded by the light, and he nearly fell back as he tried to remove the rope tangling itself up around his arm. The twine became one with Harry, and a strange tingling sensation tickled up his arm.
"What the hell is this?" Harry asked no one in particular. He felt his arm, it seemed no different, yet he could feel the power brewing inside of him. He said, "Lumos," to test how powerful it had become, and his wand instantly conjured a light, brighter than Harry had ever done before. "Wow," he said in awe.
Now we better get out of here before Voldemort comes... he said to himself. He opened the window and yelled, "Accio Firebolt!"
Zipping through the air came his Firebolt, zooming right by Peter, which caught his attention. Next, he yelled, "Accio Trunk!" and following his broom came a trunk, knocking over chairs and desks as it came tumbling through the air straight for Peter. He ducked, and ran after the trunk in an effort to find its destination. Harry caught the broom in one hand, and jumped out of the way for the trunk, which he shrunk once it had stopped. He pocketed the trunk, stepped on his broom, and left via the window, leaving Peter running behind him.
- Does good always triumph? -
As Harry looked behind him, he could see Peter glaring through the window, and he turned away, to think about the next part of his escape. Where was he to go? But that answer was interrupted as he looked down and saw a swarm of black and gray appeared out of the ground, and Harry was amazed to see human-like bodies rise from the sand. He took a closer look and saw the bodies were wrapped in cloth, decaying cloth. Then he realized, they were mummies!
- Does good always triumph? -
Mummies littered the desert behind him to as far as he could see. He saw them moving slowly towards Peter's mansion, and he thought that it must have been Voldemort's army, well, part of it. He picked up his speed as he continued through the desert, wondering where he would go. As he gained altitude, he looked for a sign of life, and finally found one after miles and miles of flying through the air. It was a small town with only muggles as far as He could tell, so he dived to the ground and found a place to land.
After landing and unshrinking his trunk, he hid them both behind a house and headed to a place where he could find food and water. He stepped into a bar of some sort and asked if he could have some water, but then remembered he only had Wizard money, and some British pounds. He asked the man at the bar if he would accept pounds, and luckily for him, he spoke English and could.
Once his stomach was satisfied, Harry made his way back to where he hid his broom, but as he made his way, a small disturbance occurred at the center of town. Harry turned to see what all the fuss was about, and as he did, he discovered a group of mummies running towards him. Their strides seemed to be long and huge, and Harry could see a hint of magic in the way they walked. Then he realized how fast they could walk, and he quickly sped up and ran to where he left his belongings. But right in front of him stood Peter, dressed in black, with a grin spread across his face.
"Did you really think you could escape that easily?" He mocked Harry. "My lord will not be pleased with you."
Harry thought quickly, and he searched in his mind for a plan of escaping. He took a look around him and whispered a spell, "Infinitum Transium Karvosa." Magically, he was transported away from Peter, but to an unknown location. Harry had been taught that handy spell by Hermione in the train ride home from Hogwarts, but never got a chance to practice it, much less perfect where it would take him. Hermione had told him it would take him somewhere within a few hundred miles, but with the magic built up inside him, Harry had no idea where it would take him. He appeared almost as quickly as he disappeared right besides a muggle in a totally different terrain. He found himself looking at an ocean, he was on an island, which he would soon find out was an island off the coast of Australia, and not only had he transported himself thousands of miles away from his previous location, but he had also managed to bring Peter along, who was shocked to find himself in such a place. Immediately Harry seized Peter and restrained him, and he headed for the center of town, to try to find the ministry of Australia.
- Does good always triumph? -
Harry thought about his desire to kill Voldemort. Had he gone to far to satisfy his desire? He wanted just enough power to beat him once and for all. He looked back down at his arm and noticed the glowing color vanish from his arm, but he still felt the power inside.
After turning in Peter to the authorities, and meeting Dumbledore, Harry got to spend the rest of the summer with the Weasley's. He had told them all about Peter, the mummies, and Colare, but the one thing he left out to everyone was the magical twine, which he hoped would one day make him powerful enough to destroy Voldemort...
- Does good always triumph? -
Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I had a fun time writing this, and I hope you liked it. I decided to throw in a little bit of mummies in it since no one seems to really write about those. But that will change as I will write another story, called the Legend of the Mummy. But, that won't be fore a will since my computer is totally broken, and I am lucky enough to borrow this one to finish this chapter and story up. I want to thank Circe so very much for all her help with Beta Reading. And I want to thank all of you who reviewed. Bye, and remember, power is not always good, but evil is always bad. Now to go see the mummy returns, which I hope is good. Bye! and please review.