Universum Exsilium
PG-13 for now
Chapter one: Duel at 4 Privet Drive
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings, have no money, and don't make any from this fic, so please don't sue. No infringement intended.
Note: This story was inspired by the stories "Shadow of a Doubt" and "Love of my Soul". I'm not sure if this will be a Harry/Legolas or not, you'll have to vote at the end of this chapter in a review. Just so you know, no plagiarism intended. Harry has just graduated.
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The graduation ceremony had gone off without a hitch, and everyone was currently partying in their respective Common Rooms. All except one Harry Potter.
He was sitting in a corner, plotting the next day. Nobody, not even Dumbledore, knew what he was planning. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life battling Dark Wizards, and this was getting a bit ridiculous. Tomorrow, he would be leaving, back to the Muggle world and he didn't want to be harassed any longer with matters concerning the Dark Lord, Voldemort. He would defeat him and isolate himself in a small town, running a little bookstore.
Yes, everything would finally be perfect. His best friend, Ron Weasley, chose that moment to stumble over.
"C'mon, Harry, join the festivities!" he slurred, slapping his friend on the back.
"I'm busy right now, Ron; why don't you go search for Hermione? I'm sure she would like to get out of the library for a couple of hours." It was true, Hermione was up in the library. When questioned by Harry, she had tearfully exclaimed that it might be the last time she ever saw the Hogwarts library.
"Good idea! Okay, Harry, you wanna come help me rescue 'Mione from the evil books?"
Harry shook his head and Ron wandered off, swaying slightly.
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The next morning dawned bright and early, Harry glad that he was the only one who wasn't completely smashed.
As he was getting dressed, he heard a pain-filled moan escape from behind Seamus' curtains, a hand peaking out, searching for the vial of hangover potion on the nightstand. Harry, taking pity on the Irishman, handed it to him. With a grunted "thanks", Seamus drank it and collapsed back on the bed.
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When Harry apparated back to 4 Privet Drive, he was glad that he never said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and that he had left before anyone could really notice he was gone.
As he entered the house, he felt strange tingles go through him, but he shook the feeling off. 'Must be the wards,' he told himself.
He went upstairs to Dudley's second bedroom, unshrinking his belongings. He let Hedwig out of her cage to fly around the room,as he wrote a short letter, explaining everything to those he loved. It read:
"Dear Everybody:
I had a dream a few nights ago about Voldemort planning an attack on me at 4 Privet Drive. I didn't tell anyone because this is getting ridiculous and you would have just set up more protection. This way, I can just end this. No Death Eaters, no Aurors, just us - one on one.
After this, you won't find me. I'm re-starting my life as a Muggle, therefore giving everyone something that is mine.
To Sirius and Remus I give my father's Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map.
To Ron and the Weasleys I give the key to my Gringotts vault. I have taken enough out and transferred it to Muggle pounds, and won't be needing any more.
To Hermione I leave all my books.
To Hagrid I leave Hedwig.
I'm sorry if I didn't leave anything for you, I still love you, just don't have anything to give you.
I love you all,
Harry Potter."
He looked up and smiled sadly at Hedwig. Hedwig, sensing his change, stopped and turned to him, cocking her head sideways and hooting curiously.
"I'll miss you, Hedwig. I need you to take these things to Headmaster Dumbledore," he told her, holding a package and the letter.
She hooted and nipped his fingers as he tied the letter to her leg. She took the package in her beak and flew out the window.
Just as he heard the Dursleys beginning to ready themselves for the day, he heard two words signifying the Final Battle.
"Morsmordre" and "Alohomora". He heard Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley clambering downstairs, but were apparently stopped. Harry quickly shrunk his belongings and crept downstairs, wand in hand. 'It seems Voldemort has gotten a bit confident if he's going to attack in broad daylight,' he thought grimly. Just as he stepped off the bottom stair, Voldemort killed Petunia, the last of the Dursleys to say that "that boy isn't here, you freak!".
"Riddle," he growled. Voldemort whirled, a look of pure fury on his face.
"Never say that name again! He is dead! I killed him!"
"You don't look too dead to me," Harry retorted, eyes flashing dangerously, "but don't worry; you'll get your wish soon enough."
"I didn't come to kill you, boy. I came to get rid of you."
Harry gave him a look of confusion.
"Crucio!" Harry tried to get out of the way, but wasn't quick enough. As the curse ripped through his body, he, curiously, had a flashback to when it was explained in his fourth year.
***** . "Pain," said Moody softly. "You don't need thumbscrews or knives to torture someone if you can perform the Cruciatus Curse.... That one was very popular once too. Right. anyone know any others?.*****
Voldemort's voice and the ending of the curse distracted him from his memories and brought him back to the present.
"So. the Great Harry Potter no longer screams from the Cruciatus.... You will scream and cry with what I have in story for you next."
Before he could say anything, Harry raise his wand and shouted the first spell that came to his mind: "locomotormortis!" When he saw Voldemort's legs lock and he fell, he decided to take advantage of the situation and see if the Dark Lord really couldn't laugh anything but cruelly. "Rictusempra!"
All he did in response was to growl out "Finite Incantatum" and cast a spell Harry had never heard of, but could translate:
"Tardus Mors mortis!"
Harry recoiled as he felt a spine-chilling coldness seep into his very bones, and his blood freezing in his veins, before seemingly thawing out.
Trembling with a mix of anger and fear, he raised his wand and yelled two words that the Dark Lord was saying at the same time: "Universum Exsilium".
The last thing he saw before the world went black was a bright blue light zipping towards him.
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Tardus Mors mortis - Slow Death
Universum Exsilium - Universe banishment/exile.
***** - excerpt from book 4.
A/N: Please review and vote whether you want Harry/Legolas slash or not, but no matter what, they will be friends for a while.
PG-13 for now
Chapter one: Duel at 4 Privet Drive
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings, have no money, and don't make any from this fic, so please don't sue. No infringement intended.
Note: This story was inspired by the stories "Shadow of a Doubt" and "Love of my Soul". I'm not sure if this will be a Harry/Legolas or not, you'll have to vote at the end of this chapter in a review. Just so you know, no plagiarism intended. Harry has just graduated.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The graduation ceremony had gone off without a hitch, and everyone was currently partying in their respective Common Rooms. All except one Harry Potter.
He was sitting in a corner, plotting the next day. Nobody, not even Dumbledore, knew what he was planning. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life battling Dark Wizards, and this was getting a bit ridiculous. Tomorrow, he would be leaving, back to the Muggle world and he didn't want to be harassed any longer with matters concerning the Dark Lord, Voldemort. He would defeat him and isolate himself in a small town, running a little bookstore.
Yes, everything would finally be perfect. His best friend, Ron Weasley, chose that moment to stumble over.
"C'mon, Harry, join the festivities!" he slurred, slapping his friend on the back.
"I'm busy right now, Ron; why don't you go search for Hermione? I'm sure she would like to get out of the library for a couple of hours." It was true, Hermione was up in the library. When questioned by Harry, she had tearfully exclaimed that it might be the last time she ever saw the Hogwarts library.
"Good idea! Okay, Harry, you wanna come help me rescue 'Mione from the evil books?"
Harry shook his head and Ron wandered off, swaying slightly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning dawned bright and early, Harry glad that he was the only one who wasn't completely smashed.
As he was getting dressed, he heard a pain-filled moan escape from behind Seamus' curtains, a hand peaking out, searching for the vial of hangover potion on the nightstand. Harry, taking pity on the Irishman, handed it to him. With a grunted "thanks", Seamus drank it and collapsed back on the bed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Harry apparated back to 4 Privet Drive, he was glad that he never said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and that he had left before anyone could really notice he was gone.
As he entered the house, he felt strange tingles go through him, but he shook the feeling off. 'Must be the wards,' he told himself.
He went upstairs to Dudley's second bedroom, unshrinking his belongings. He let Hedwig out of her cage to fly around the room,as he wrote a short letter, explaining everything to those he loved. It read:
"Dear Everybody:
I had a dream a few nights ago about Voldemort planning an attack on me at 4 Privet Drive. I didn't tell anyone because this is getting ridiculous and you would have just set up more protection. This way, I can just end this. No Death Eaters, no Aurors, just us - one on one.
After this, you won't find me. I'm re-starting my life as a Muggle, therefore giving everyone something that is mine.
To Sirius and Remus I give my father's Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map.
To Ron and the Weasleys I give the key to my Gringotts vault. I have taken enough out and transferred it to Muggle pounds, and won't be needing any more.
To Hermione I leave all my books.
To Hagrid I leave Hedwig.
I'm sorry if I didn't leave anything for you, I still love you, just don't have anything to give you.
I love you all,
Harry Potter."
He looked up and smiled sadly at Hedwig. Hedwig, sensing his change, stopped and turned to him, cocking her head sideways and hooting curiously.
"I'll miss you, Hedwig. I need you to take these things to Headmaster Dumbledore," he told her, holding a package and the letter.
She hooted and nipped his fingers as he tied the letter to her leg. She took the package in her beak and flew out the window.
Just as he heard the Dursleys beginning to ready themselves for the day, he heard two words signifying the Final Battle.
"Morsmordre" and "Alohomora". He heard Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley clambering downstairs, but were apparently stopped. Harry quickly shrunk his belongings and crept downstairs, wand in hand. 'It seems Voldemort has gotten a bit confident if he's going to attack in broad daylight,' he thought grimly. Just as he stepped off the bottom stair, Voldemort killed Petunia, the last of the Dursleys to say that "that boy isn't here, you freak!".
"Riddle," he growled. Voldemort whirled, a look of pure fury on his face.
"Never say that name again! He is dead! I killed him!"
"You don't look too dead to me," Harry retorted, eyes flashing dangerously, "but don't worry; you'll get your wish soon enough."
"I didn't come to kill you, boy. I came to get rid of you."
Harry gave him a look of confusion.
"Crucio!" Harry tried to get out of the way, but wasn't quick enough. As the curse ripped through his body, he, curiously, had a flashback to when it was explained in his fourth year.
***** . "Pain," said Moody softly. "You don't need thumbscrews or knives to torture someone if you can perform the Cruciatus Curse.... That one was very popular once too. Right. anyone know any others?.*****
Voldemort's voice and the ending of the curse distracted him from his memories and brought him back to the present.
"So. the Great Harry Potter no longer screams from the Cruciatus.... You will scream and cry with what I have in story for you next."
Before he could say anything, Harry raise his wand and shouted the first spell that came to his mind: "locomotormortis!" When he saw Voldemort's legs lock and he fell, he decided to take advantage of the situation and see if the Dark Lord really couldn't laugh anything but cruelly. "Rictusempra!"
All he did in response was to growl out "Finite Incantatum" and cast a spell Harry had never heard of, but could translate:
"Tardus Mors mortis!"
Harry recoiled as he felt a spine-chilling coldness seep into his very bones, and his blood freezing in his veins, before seemingly thawing out.
Trembling with a mix of anger and fear, he raised his wand and yelled two words that the Dark Lord was saying at the same time: "Universum Exsilium".
The last thing he saw before the world went black was a bright blue light zipping towards him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tardus Mors mortis - Slow Death
Universum Exsilium - Universe banishment/exile.
***** - excerpt from book 4.
A/N: Please review and vote whether you want Harry/Legolas slash or not, but no matter what, they will be friends for a while.