Harry Potter and the Green Flame
Torch
By: Dark Child Productions
Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me.
Summary: "A weapon. Something he didn't have last time." It's Harry's sixth year, and he can't stop having dreams about a weapon. He's convinced that Voldemort is looking for it, but is having a rather hard time convincing anyone else. Except one person, of course. HP/LL, HG/RW
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Prolouge
3000 YEARS AGO- EGYPT
The Hebrew-wizard slave Ptah was carrying a horrible burden. He looked at what he had created: The Green Flame Torch. He did not know what to do with his creation. This was quite possibly the gretest creation known to man. Greater even than the pyramids that the pharoah had made the slaves make. Greater by far. More grand than the soothsayers tarot cards, and thrice-fold more efficient than a ball spun from the purest crystal from the north.
The torch held immense power. The torch gave immense power.
The torch could give life. The torch could take life away.
The torch could bring certain people back from the dead. His mother, his father, his dearest baby brother, and his most darling wife.
The pharoah Ramses would kill to have this power. He must not know.
He so much wanted to use the torch, his great creation.
But at what price?
How could he have created something he knows so little about? Something he poured his heart, life, and very soul into?
But he knows this: The torch can be used for good. The torch can be used for great, devastating evil.
He knows he must go north.
By: Dark Child Productions
Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me.
Summary: "A weapon. Something he didn't have last time." It's Harry's sixth year, and he can't stop having dreams about a weapon. He's convinced that Voldemort is looking for it, but is having a rather hard time convincing anyone else. Except one person, of course. HP/LL, HG/RW
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Prolouge
3000 YEARS AGO- EGYPT
The Hebrew-wizard slave Ptah was carrying a horrible burden. He looked at what he had created: The Green Flame Torch. He did not know what to do with his creation. This was quite possibly the gretest creation known to man. Greater even than the pyramids that the pharoah had made the slaves make. Greater by far. More grand than the soothsayers tarot cards, and thrice-fold more efficient than a ball spun from the purest crystal from the north.
The torch held immense power. The torch gave immense power.
The torch could give life. The torch could take life away.
The torch could bring certain people back from the dead. His mother, his father, his dearest baby brother, and his most darling wife.
The pharoah Ramses would kill to have this power. He must not know.
He so much wanted to use the torch, his great creation.
But at what price?
How could he have created something he knows so little about? Something he poured his heart, life, and very soul into?
But he knows this: The torch can be used for good. The torch can be used for great, devastating evil.
He knows he must go north.
