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The Power that he never understood
1994, Little Hangleton Graveyard, Resurrection of Lord Voldemort
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son."
The decayed mixed clump of flesh and ashes had evolved and developed skin by skin, vein by vein, arteries flooding within the body, organs were getting smaller, and then bursting upon with redevelopment of newer cells, that were further now stretching to every inch of the body. The Muladhara Chakra was now activated with the development of the spinal column of the body. It suddenly felt a presence of another strong magical core and started pumping higher at a faster pace. The sacrificial protection that only was thought to be existed between a mother and her baby boy, was a wrong notion. The blood protection that was supposed to also bind the dark lord to the physical realm, was rectifying its actions against the kin that was slashed by its own blood, however distantly they were related. The Gaunt blood on the maternal side, was bringing the Slytherin blood, that was also present in its foe, as familial magic doesn't recognizes the hatred and anti-feelings present in the dark lord for "blood traitors."
As someone rightly said, "Blood is thicker than water."
With every pump of the magical core, that is getting further and further strengthen by the incantation of Peter's words, the divine conscious was wakening up inside a body that was already now getting further revitalised into something much more darker by every second.
Sometimes Magic works in unpredictable ways, but here it was working as per the rules of the nature. A shining emerald pulsing light had hit upon the two tombs in the Godric's Hallow, in the darkest hour of night. There was a crack within the both tombs, and the pulsing magic was now getting larger and larger, and then there was again that being, those never ending thousand eyes, coiling now in a serpent form around both the graves. With every pulse of magic, every one of those eyes, were now getting inside the grave, making its way into the two bodies, reconnecting again with those seven points. Each of them started circling around those magical centres, before embedding themselves inside those two bodies, as if they never left their places before.
Meanwhile in 1994, Godric's Hollow at the same time
"Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master."
"Or if the choice of their survival had been taken by force." James Potter knew death was near, but, never expected to forget about his wand in another room and therefore never had a chance to protect his family, but was ready to fight. Without even having a chance of a fair fight, his connection to the living world was cut forever with the utterance of the Killing Curse from the dark lord.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe."
"Or by no mercy, there is a possibility that given under those certain conditions, Life of a dead person can be revived." Lily Potter knew death was something coming to her now at this instant, when she heard her husband's body falling into the ground. She could only do nothing, but be there with her son during her last moments of her life. Protecting her son or at least dying and hoping that her son would still be given the chance to live a life. She would plea for mercy, but her doing so, only aggravated the half-blood ignoramus of a dark lord. He never understood that night that implication of breaking down his own soul into six pieces would bring his downfall.
Those pulsing veins and arteries, further sensing the return of the chakra elements, started pumping even more. Slowly and gradually it was replacing the loss of every organ, tissue, cell and atom and down to every nuclei inside the body. The rebinding of the sacrificial magic has started something that could not be stopped by anyone, unless the origin of its point self-destructs itself at some stage sometime. The blood of an innocent baby, which was shed at the time of destruction of the dark lord more than a decade ago from his head, had now unknowingly called for the source of its protection. The foe, this time further got invitation when the Priori Incantatem effect took place and the mere physical footprint of its shadow, got called upon unwittingly. The incantation that took place just few minutes ago, reviving something that shouldn't have taken first place, was still enacting what it was supposed to do. It was doing exactly as the servant ordered for.
Resurrecting the foe that it never asked for, in the first place.
There were bright pulsing lights inside those bodies, which were shining so bright that if a person with magical status could see inside the tomb, they would see how those seven different spherical shaped rotating points were fluctuating between emerald to dark red to finally a white lotus shaped crown forming at the centre of both foreheads right outside those bodies. There was a healthy stream of warm blood flowing now inside those bodies and finally those skeletal structures were wrapped with a cocoon of small herbs of Echinacea, Morning Nettles, and Calendula growing under those bodies within the grave. Those shrubs started growing and wrapping themselves around those bodies, tightening, wrapping, twisting and turning all over them. Those bodies were waiting now.
Waiting for a sign…
Waiting for a sign to fulfill…
Waiting for a sign to fulfill third condition…
Waiting for the third mistake to happen…..
Waiting for it to happen to drive the magic back to its main object where it can now retrace the arrival of the ancient but unknown magical being and finally he, who everyone looks up to as their survivor will get to see a glimpse of his own power.
After seven months, in 1995, during the Ministry of Magic War for the Prophecy
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sirius nooo...noooo, Professor…Remus, please save Padfoot." Don't you see he just fell into it? We can just bring him back. Sirius come backkkkkkk..."
"Harry, son, Sirius won't be ..." Remus could do nothing but, hopelessly watch his last Marauder friend just fall through the Veil. He felt another void inside him, a larger one that now can never be filled by anyone. And then he realised Harry is not there beside him, but running towards the Veil. He, then stood up quickly and ran towards his honorary nephew, to save him from committing something that would invariably destroy him. He grabs Harry in his arms and turned him towards his chest, holding him tightly while he can't help but shout and yell again, again and again for his godfather. Harry had forgotten the pain in his scar, the bruises around his arms and elbows, and kept crying, with his screams piercing every heart of his friends and members of The Order of The Phoenix around him. No one could do anything, but moan and stop for few moments, the intense battle that was going on, for long time inside the Ministry.
Remus kept on whispering softly to Harry's ears, "Harry, Sirius is gone. He won't be back. I am sorry, Harry. I am so sorry."
"Uncle Moony! Padfoot, Uncle Padfoot is gone. Padfoot is gone. I want him back. Please bring him back." He kept repeating the same sentence again and again when-
"hehehehe!" In that pin drop silence that accompanied after the sudden and unexpected loss of Sirius, a soft, husky but menacing giggle came out and could be heard by everyone. Harry got bit confused when he heard that voice and felt Remus moving around him. He turned towards the source of the sound and saw the beautiful face of Sirius's own cousin, the murderer of his godfather.
"Hahahahaha, I killed Sirius Black, I killed Sirius Black, I killed Sirius, Baby Siri...hahaha" those sounds of maniacal laughter kept reverberating after every laugh and giggle of Bellatrix Lestrange. Even she was surprised for few fleeting seconds when her curse managed to throw the body of Sirius Black towards the death chamber. She was laughing around her fellow death-eaters and kept running and jumping with glee and surprise that she managed to remove the abomination of filth in her family by her own hands. A deep burning rage, blinding every sense of morality, decorum, and ethical values, raised inside the heart and deeply from every cell of the body of godson of Sirius Black. He stood up and rushes towards the giggling black and silver robe clad death-eater. He wanted to destroy every inch of that insane woman and only saw blood in front of his eyes. Bellatrix noticed Harry running towards her out of her peripheral vision and starts running towards the main atrium of the Ministry. She kept laughing while running away from the teen and kept repeating one sentence.
"Baby Potter I killed your godfather, I killed Sirius Black."
"Bellatrix I will kill you. I will just kill you. Stop you, raving crazy bitch."
"Crucio!" "Crucio..!" Despite Harry being blinded with the murderous rage, pain and anguish to give every pain to the crazy ranting woman, his cruciatus curse was just not working. Then for a moment, it made him so maddening crazy, that he yelled "Crucio..!" and Bellatrix screamed for few seconds while falling down on her feet. "Crucio." He again yelled the unforgivable curse on the woman, but this time, it only gave some few seconds of pain to her and then she smiled. She spoke this time, "Little wittle iitty bitty baby Potter, can't even work out a simple curse."
Harry, despite still breathing hard from the running and the multiple attempts at cruciatus curse, snarled out at her yelling, "Yet your master could not evade his destruction a decade ago."
"You…" the snarling woman was growling at him. "Stop Bella…" a hissing, but deep and raspy voice came out, followed by a whooshing sound that emanated from the fireplace behind Harry. His headache, that was lessened for some time, during the entire Ministry fight, returned with full force. Harry cried out in pain, due to which he falls over his knees and faces Voldemort for the second time, within a short span of even lesser than a year. He tried to stand in front of him, but Lord Voldemort forces Harry to sit on his knees again and flicks his wand again. Harry had to bow to the dark lord.
"Once again we meet Harry. Now the sobbing tale of the boy who lived will end here right here and now at my hands. The protection against me means nothing this time. Will you beg this time like your muggle loving fool of a father and a mudblood whore of a mother did in front of me?"
"I said beg."
Harry, this time screamed out, "Never Voldemort. Neither my parents did nor will I. You are always been a liar."
"You fool! Avada Ked-"
"Not this time, Tom. Never. Not here." Dumbledore came out from one of the fireplace and was standing right in front of Lord Voldemort, hiding the view of Harry Potter from the dark lord's sight. In a few moments, one of the biggest magical duel starts with Dumbledore protecting Harry from Voldemort's attacks. During the onslaught of this battle, Harry, who had hidden himself behind an adjacent wall beside a fireplace, sees Bellatrix running away using the floo transportation. He tries to follow her, when Voldemort finally sees him and tried to attack Harry. During that moment, the old wizard uses his wand to start an onslaught of magical dragons, who starts breathing fire against Voldemort. But he simply evades the transfiguration curse, by changing the Ministry mascot statues behind him, into shapes of different mirror shards, going towards in the direction of the headmaster. Harry then sees the headmaster breaking those mirror shards into minute particles of snow and ice, using another charm. Out of nowhere, he sees that Lord Voldemort has vanished and then breathes a sigh of relief.
He turns back towards Harry and walks towards him, who was still stunned after watching that magnificent duel between two most powerful wizards of current time. He then asks Harry, "Are you alright? Where is Siri- Harrryyyy?" He sees Harry falling suddenly on his knees and then twisting back at his haunches in front of him. Dumbledore then sits on the ground, and comes closer to his student to touch him when-
"Love, is that Love, Dumbledore, again? Can you save him now?"
Harry could feel every cell and nerve inside burning with the poisonous hatred and venomous feelings of Voldemort going inside him…He couldn't help but feel the electric shocks going from his forehead to every other part of his body and starts twitching. His fingers starts clenching on reflex as it tries to move the wand towards Albus Dumbledore's shocked figure, who is now looking very scared. For the first time ever, Harry had seen his headmaster being scared and that adds more to the tension inside his body. His mouth starts frothing and body convulses towards back as if someone is bringing his both arms at the back of his body to hurt him more. Harry hears his headmaster speaking something to his ears and then he could only hear two words "LOVE" and "Sirius'. He snarls with anger and torturous moment he just faced a moment ago.
"Harry, did anyone tell you that you look just like your dad and has Lily's eyes"
"Harry, you could come and stay with me after my innocence is known to everyone."
"Harry Potter, you are a great friend"…the blonde wide eyed girl tells him softly
"Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourselves, mate"
"Books and cleverness! There are more important things- friendship and bravery"
"I think I can tell the wrong sort myself"
Sounds, colors, then the people behind these voices came into his mind and he started crying and feeling the hidden emotions for each and every person in his life.
Drool of saliva, and blood are coming out of the mouth of Harry while his entire body was twitching with the dirty and evil magical force possessing him. He lets out a scream so loud and the magical core inside him, drives the defiled soul out, thus spinning out a new dark red and black pulsing magical light, not visible to anyone's eyes. That magical light pulls on the desire of love and need of protection. It starts hitting every non animate object inside the ministry, even when the fight ends, and everyone leaves. It finally ends in reaching a place, where it was not supposed to be there, but ends up reaching the destroyed Time Chamber, making the last but only surviving time-turner, inside the room, hit the ground. The magical pull of the pulse invariably turns back towards the death chamber for few seconds due to the time reversal effect, where it was not supposed to be there. Hitting right at the top of The Veil, the curtain flutters hard, and the magical pull flutters there for a moment and leaves.
"Blood blood blood, ash ash ash- flesh flesh flesh"
"Noooo, where am I? Harry, no I am not inside the veil..?"
"Who am I…who is Harry?"
Sirius, or rather the soul inside it was now intact, but being inside a veil , where only souls can enter in, it remain suspended in air in a state of limbo. It doesn't moves nor does it stays at one place. There is only vastness of space and blinding light around the soul. It starts floating towards the end, or rather a space it assumes as the end, when he hears disembodied voices and whispers chanting around him again only in words but in really painful manner. They seem to be coming out from a far place somewhere. "No, no, no, blood, flesh, ash, no, he…not ..before time. Not….sending..."
"Sirius…padfoot. Come..." The fluttering entity gets somehow far from this sound but gets a feeling of need and love, then decided to follow it now. The entity after covering a major space, which it never realised has done on a span of more than forty eight hours, comes closer to a point, where it sees a dark large canine shaped form, but it has only eyes on it everywhere. When it comes closer to it to quench its inquisitiveness, suddenly it gets a feel of magical pull and finds itself- "uhh...why am I on ground? Oh god why do I feel burning sensation?"
It kept falling and even tried to come out, but then saw someone with red hair leaving outside from the corridor, and tried to follow him. But then he sees the death-eater, Malfoy and goes back silently into the room, where The Veil falls. He drops into a state of unconsciousness right in the middle of the Death Chamber, not realising that he will be there in a state of magical coma for an entire year before he could see his godson.
2014-Godric's Hollow- Sometime during the revival of Sirius
"Harry, Mamma loves you. Dada loves you. Be Brave Harry, we will be always there with you in your heart and blood."
Waiting for a sign to fulfill third condition…
Waiting for the third mistake to happen…..
It happens and those shrubs, that were covering those bodies now for such a long time under them, starts unwrapping. One by one, with every leaf, every shrub, every twig, every tentacle of those removing themselves from those bodies, every inch of fresh skin gets visible. Every part of the bruises, and pain on the bodies are removed. The graves starts to give its way ahead, when those maddening reddish black and emerald magical pulses of light moves around and on top of its graves, before making the bodies buried from the tombs, entirely disappear into thin air. Those bodies makes their reappearance inside the same place, where they married once more than 15 years ago. Then finally when the nettles shrubs, which came from the graves with them, removes itself from the heart and face of the husband and wife, there is a soft sigh and gasp of breathing can be heard from both of them.
"L...I…Lil….lily…"
"J…Jam...James..."