An Original Soul
Prologue
At the beginning of the great struggle, the Light and the Dark, were brothers. Born of the same mind and body, but with different intents, they struggled for dominance over the other. The Light fought to secure the connection that bound them, to keep the matter of the universe united, trying to suppress the colossal explosion the threatened to rip the great landscape apart.
In the end however,the Dark finally ripped itself from the grasp of the Light, taking all its malice and ill-virtue with it and stared across the chasm that formed the between the two. The Light with now a distance at which he could see what his dark twin truly was, gasp at the weight of his blunder. With his departure the Dark Matter had taken all of the truly horrifying virtues, Hate, Depression, Deceit, jealousy, and self-loathing, all of which wrapped themselves around the Dark like a cloak. Light in his own matter found that he still had all virtues that he valued namely compassion, Loyalty and of course Love. So he reach out to his brother begging to reunite, to save all that they had built and planned for.
"Brother" cried the Light. " I cannot complete our task without you. You must rejoin, it is the only way."
"NO" screeched the Dark one in return. " I will not go along with YOUR plan BROTHER." the word brother, dripped off the Dark's forked tongue like poison into the well. "Your Garden, will be my wasteland, a battlefield fraught with the stench of life, born of the blood of our children."
The Light seeing galvanized intent of its sibling mirrored upon its visage sighed, and nodded in accent." So let be, but I will not strike you brother, our feud will not be ours to decide, let the children decide it, it will be their burden. Choose your champion."
" It will not be so easy brother as all that, as you well know." said the Dark. " This struggle will last for all time, until you choose to act on your own against me. But until that time, I choose the Human-child as my champion, as will you."
The Light sighed and nodded again, and watched, as the Dark plunged their garden into Darkness. And the struggle began.
An Original Soul
Chapter One
The middle of summer is the worst time to have cold. The sweltering heat of late afternoon can make the sore throat ache just a little more and the house shaking sneezes all together exhausting. Most people just grin and bare and make due with plenty of rest, and lots of chicken soup, but then again most people have never used magic for anything and would never know they might not have to deal with such discomfort. Harry Potter is not one of these people or muggles as they are called in some circles. Harry Potter is a wizard.
But there is no magical remedy at hand for Harry, he is still underage by wizarding law standards, not quite sixteen, when he wishes with all his might that he was a year older, and about to be seventeen and of age and able to wield magic as an adult. Of course making it to even sixteen had been a study in self-preservation.
You see, Harry Potter is not only a wizard, but a famous one at that. When he just a toddler of one year of age, with the help of a charm his mother had cast on him and cemented with the sacrificing of her own life, Harry had defeated the terrible Dark Wizard Lord Voldemort. The Curse that erupted for Voldemort's wand had rebounded and ripped the serpent from his body causing him to become a shadow of himself and forced to hideaway from the world he had terrorized. So then his father dead from the duel protecting Harry and his mother dead from sacrificing herself for him, Harry was all alone, and forced to go live with the his muggle relatives the Dursely's.
Harry didn't have anything against muggles, just because he was magical and they aren't doesn't mean he's any better. In fact Harry Potter had once been a muggle, or at least lived as one for the first eleven years of his life. It so happened that the Dursely's, them being his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Cousin Dudley, were the worst type of muggles. They knew of the Wizarding community that Harry was apart of, and absolutely positively despised it. The word magic wasn't even aloud to be uttered in there presence, not even in the house.
He had been forced to live in a cupboard under the stairs for the first ten years of his life with the Dursely's, his only friends had been the spiders, and his wardrobe consisted of throw away's from his whale of a cousin Dudley's. When Harry now thinks back to those days, he can smile at the thought of how simple it had all been, sure he had been free labor, but life had no more to then simply that, life. Now looking back on the last five years, there was something new added to life, death.
At the age of Eleven, Harry had received a curious letter, well several letters in fact, but what made these letters especially curious other than the facts that Harry never received post or that they had been delivered by owls, was where that came from. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry had never heard of Hogwarts, at the time he had no idea he was a Wizard, Dursely's had kept his former life from him, his parents were suppose to have died in a car crash, they were good for nothings.
And yet it was true, Harry was a Wizard, and over the next few years he would come to learn the joy and terror of such a discovery. From finding his best friends Ron and Hermione to Quidditch(wizard sport played on brooms), fighting trolls, dragon's, and giant snakes, three headed dogs, and bludgers charmed to brake him. He would also both find family and lose it. All in a few short years.
It was that last thought that broke Harry out of his revelry. "Sirius." he said under his breath. The tears had long dried up. The tears had been replaced by a hate so deep that it scared him to look into the depths of it. It was the hate, that had gotten him this far into the summer.
Harry bit his lip, and swiped the glasses off his face. He rummaged in the waste bin to the left of his small bed, and found a half-clean napkin to wipe his lens clean. Reflected back at him was himself, Harry James Potter, the unruly black hair, bright green eyes, and the lightning shaped scar across the top of his brow. It was this scar that symbolized his hate. It was the constant reminder that he was the one. HE was the only one who could defeat the Dark Lord. Yes Voldemort was back, Harry had seen his return and even faced him again at the Ministry of Magic last year. Voldemort was the bane of his existence, the reason his parents were gone , the reason he had to live with his terrible relitives, the reason that Sirius his Godfather, had died. Everything in Harry's life had begun and ended with those red snake eyes, that flat nose, and the shill laugh of Tom Riddle, a misguided youth who fashioned him self into the most powerful Dark Wizard the world had ever known. And Harry hated him for it, and if he must, he would kill him, it had come to that now, he was the one.
"Aahhhchooo" He would have to get over his cold first.
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"POTTER, GET OUT OF BED!"
Harry groaned and rolled over. His Aunt Petunia had been at his door for five minutes, trying to get his attention for something he knew would irk him terribly.
"Go away." he said. "Its too early for this."
" It is not too early, I have to go out shopping and I will not have you sleeping all day while my windows go un-washed. NOW GET UP!"Aunt Petunia could screech as well as any owl Harry had known, and it was the thought of more of the same that made him slide out of bed and into a hunched sitting position."
"Oh, and your uncle said one of your freaks has sent you a letter, the ruddey owl is at your window." And with that Harry heard her trek back towards the stairs at the end of the hall. It was funny how the Dursely's could convey information that was of interest to him, fraught with insults and it still barley made raise an eyebrow. Their insults this summer had seemed like mostly after thoughts. " Whatever." Harry thought, and raised himself out of bed and stumbled blindly towards the window. Raising the Pane his saw a large tawney sitting stoicly on the ledge, absently chewing on a worm.
"Hello." said Harry. The owl eyed him appraisingly, much as his own Hedwig would and stuck out a talon with a letter attached. Harry immediately recognized the green writing of a Hogwarts letter.
"Must be my OWL results." Harry thought, and promptly detached the letter and sent the school owl on its way with an owl treat for good measure.
Harry grabbed his glasses off his night table next to his bed, and in the process send parchment and spellbooks crashing to the floor in his blind search. Finally placing them on, the world came into focus and the letter was torn open. It was from Dumbledore.
Dear Harry,
It is my hope that this letter finds you in good health and good company. Though we both know that the company is a little iffy. I know you might have been hoping for your owl results, but this letter is merely to warn you of a visit that will occur this afternoon. The man in question is an associate of mine for many years, since my youth in fact. He is going to give you some information that is of vital importance to your immediate future. I know you will have many questions for him about the such things in the wizarding world, but do not ask him, because he is not a Wizard, he is something else entirely. Do not fear him, but do not trust him completely either. Don't be alarmed , no harm will come to you, I swear.
Albus Dumbledore
Harry stared at the letter for a moment. Do not fear him, but do not trust him completely? " What the bloody hell does that mean?" Harry said it aloud to himself and when no answer came he tossed the letter on his bed. Dumbledore would never put him in danger intentionally.
But he has failed you before. "Yes he has, but not on purpose."Harry thought, but he would carry his wand with him all the same. Barty Crouch had taught him that much.
He pulled his wand out from under his bed and stuck it in his sock and pulled the bottom of his tattered jeans over it. Better to lose a foot then a buttock, Moody would probrably've said.
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The day passed quickly, what with all the windows to be cleaned, and Harry found himself looking more and more at the clock. Noon had passed quietly and one and two in quick succession, and as three neared Aunt Petunia came home with the shopping, and Dudley left for his delinquent activities for the evening. It was then that the door bell rang. At least that was how Harry figured it happened, he was up in the attic crouched low trying to clean the cobwebs out of the corners of the windows when his Aunt popped the hatch open.
"You have a visitor Harry." Was all she said and promptly left a gaping Harry starring after her.
Harry? Did she say Harry? Not boy, not freak or potter or idiot or any of the other extremities that better described her titanic oaf of a son Duddeykins. Shaking his head out of shock, Harry dropped the webbed cloth he was using and swung himself out of the attic landing on his feet but nearly tripping over someone standing in his way. Strong hands shot out and helped right him properly on his feet. " 'ello, you are Harry Potter are you not?" The man standing before him seemed to be about middle age. He was tall at least half a foot taller then Harry. His face was a study in wrinkles in all the right places laugh lines etched the sides of his mouth that held a toothy grin and his black eyes were set under drastically bushy white eyebrows. He wore a black suit, fashionable enough for any astute banker, or even a drill salesmen as it were. " I am." said Harry. "Good, good." said the man and extended his hand in a welcoming way. "I am Visily Tolov. You know of my coming, do you not?"
Harry took the hand and found it a friendly enough embrace. "You mean Dumbledore's letter?" " Yes Albus, I thought he might inform you of my coming."
The Letter Harry thought Dumbledore said this man would be coming , an old friend he said, from.......from his youth? Dumbledore must be a hundred and fifty years old, the man in front of him couldn't have been any more then a third that. Damnit its not him!
And without hesitation or remorse Harry took his fist and tried to bury it in the side of the man's brow. By the time the Tolov had hit the wall and crumpled on the floor Harry was already at the stairs.
"AUNT PETUNIA GET OUT IT ISN'T SAFE, GO TO MRS. FIGGS." But Petunia didn't seem to hear him, she was staring at the wall in the entry way, muttering to herself. Harry took the stairs three at a time and grabbed his Aunt while wrenching the door open at the same time. " Go it isn't safe." He yelled again and still she didn't answer. He turned her to face him and she stared at him with an un-recognizing glare in her eye. "Go back to him Harry, it isn't what you think."It came out of her mouth, but it wasn't quite the voice he was use to, it wasn't hers. "Imperious curse." Harry thought and promptly threw her through the door and locked it in her face.
He stooped and wrenched his wand out of his sock and spun back towards the stairs.
"There vill be no need for that Harry James Potter." Harry's wand disappeared from his hand.
Prologue
At the beginning of the great struggle, the Light and the Dark, were brothers. Born of the same mind and body, but with different intents, they struggled for dominance over the other. The Light fought to secure the connection that bound them, to keep the matter of the universe united, trying to suppress the colossal explosion the threatened to rip the great landscape apart.
In the end however,the Dark finally ripped itself from the grasp of the Light, taking all its malice and ill-virtue with it and stared across the chasm that formed the between the two. The Light with now a distance at which he could see what his dark twin truly was, gasp at the weight of his blunder. With his departure the Dark Matter had taken all of the truly horrifying virtues, Hate, Depression, Deceit, jealousy, and self-loathing, all of which wrapped themselves around the Dark like a cloak. Light in his own matter found that he still had all virtues that he valued namely compassion, Loyalty and of course Love. So he reach out to his brother begging to reunite, to save all that they had built and planned for.
"Brother" cried the Light. " I cannot complete our task without you. You must rejoin, it is the only way."
"NO" screeched the Dark one in return. " I will not go along with YOUR plan BROTHER." the word brother, dripped off the Dark's forked tongue like poison into the well. "Your Garden, will be my wasteland, a battlefield fraught with the stench of life, born of the blood of our children."
The Light seeing galvanized intent of its sibling mirrored upon its visage sighed, and nodded in accent." So let be, but I will not strike you brother, our feud will not be ours to decide, let the children decide it, it will be their burden. Choose your champion."
" It will not be so easy brother as all that, as you well know." said the Dark. " This struggle will last for all time, until you choose to act on your own against me. But until that time, I choose the Human-child as my champion, as will you."
The Light sighed and nodded again, and watched, as the Dark plunged their garden into Darkness. And the struggle began.
An Original Soul
Chapter One
The middle of summer is the worst time to have cold. The sweltering heat of late afternoon can make the sore throat ache just a little more and the house shaking sneezes all together exhausting. Most people just grin and bare and make due with plenty of rest, and lots of chicken soup, but then again most people have never used magic for anything and would never know they might not have to deal with such discomfort. Harry Potter is not one of these people or muggles as they are called in some circles. Harry Potter is a wizard.
But there is no magical remedy at hand for Harry, he is still underage by wizarding law standards, not quite sixteen, when he wishes with all his might that he was a year older, and about to be seventeen and of age and able to wield magic as an adult. Of course making it to even sixteen had been a study in self-preservation.
You see, Harry Potter is not only a wizard, but a famous one at that. When he just a toddler of one year of age, with the help of a charm his mother had cast on him and cemented with the sacrificing of her own life, Harry had defeated the terrible Dark Wizard Lord Voldemort. The Curse that erupted for Voldemort's wand had rebounded and ripped the serpent from his body causing him to become a shadow of himself and forced to hideaway from the world he had terrorized. So then his father dead from the duel protecting Harry and his mother dead from sacrificing herself for him, Harry was all alone, and forced to go live with the his muggle relatives the Dursely's.
Harry didn't have anything against muggles, just because he was magical and they aren't doesn't mean he's any better. In fact Harry Potter had once been a muggle, or at least lived as one for the first eleven years of his life. It so happened that the Dursely's, them being his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Cousin Dudley, were the worst type of muggles. They knew of the Wizarding community that Harry was apart of, and absolutely positively despised it. The word magic wasn't even aloud to be uttered in there presence, not even in the house.
He had been forced to live in a cupboard under the stairs for the first ten years of his life with the Dursely's, his only friends had been the spiders, and his wardrobe consisted of throw away's from his whale of a cousin Dudley's. When Harry now thinks back to those days, he can smile at the thought of how simple it had all been, sure he had been free labor, but life had no more to then simply that, life. Now looking back on the last five years, there was something new added to life, death.
At the age of Eleven, Harry had received a curious letter, well several letters in fact, but what made these letters especially curious other than the facts that Harry never received post or that they had been delivered by owls, was where that came from. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry had never heard of Hogwarts, at the time he had no idea he was a Wizard, Dursely's had kept his former life from him, his parents were suppose to have died in a car crash, they were good for nothings.
And yet it was true, Harry was a Wizard, and over the next few years he would come to learn the joy and terror of such a discovery. From finding his best friends Ron and Hermione to Quidditch(wizard sport played on brooms), fighting trolls, dragon's, and giant snakes, three headed dogs, and bludgers charmed to brake him. He would also both find family and lose it. All in a few short years.
It was that last thought that broke Harry out of his revelry. "Sirius." he said under his breath. The tears had long dried up. The tears had been replaced by a hate so deep that it scared him to look into the depths of it. It was the hate, that had gotten him this far into the summer.
Harry bit his lip, and swiped the glasses off his face. He rummaged in the waste bin to the left of his small bed, and found a half-clean napkin to wipe his lens clean. Reflected back at him was himself, Harry James Potter, the unruly black hair, bright green eyes, and the lightning shaped scar across the top of his brow. It was this scar that symbolized his hate. It was the constant reminder that he was the one. HE was the only one who could defeat the Dark Lord. Yes Voldemort was back, Harry had seen his return and even faced him again at the Ministry of Magic last year. Voldemort was the bane of his existence, the reason his parents were gone , the reason he had to live with his terrible relitives, the reason that Sirius his Godfather, had died. Everything in Harry's life had begun and ended with those red snake eyes, that flat nose, and the shill laugh of Tom Riddle, a misguided youth who fashioned him self into the most powerful Dark Wizard the world had ever known. And Harry hated him for it, and if he must, he would kill him, it had come to that now, he was the one.
"Aahhhchooo" He would have to get over his cold first.
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"POTTER, GET OUT OF BED!"
Harry groaned and rolled over. His Aunt Petunia had been at his door for five minutes, trying to get his attention for something he knew would irk him terribly.
"Go away." he said. "Its too early for this."
" It is not too early, I have to go out shopping and I will not have you sleeping all day while my windows go un-washed. NOW GET UP!"Aunt Petunia could screech as well as any owl Harry had known, and it was the thought of more of the same that made him slide out of bed and into a hunched sitting position."
"Oh, and your uncle said one of your freaks has sent you a letter, the ruddey owl is at your window." And with that Harry heard her trek back towards the stairs at the end of the hall. It was funny how the Dursely's could convey information that was of interest to him, fraught with insults and it still barley made raise an eyebrow. Their insults this summer had seemed like mostly after thoughts. " Whatever." Harry thought, and raised himself out of bed and stumbled blindly towards the window. Raising the Pane his saw a large tawney sitting stoicly on the ledge, absently chewing on a worm.
"Hello." said Harry. The owl eyed him appraisingly, much as his own Hedwig would and stuck out a talon with a letter attached. Harry immediately recognized the green writing of a Hogwarts letter.
"Must be my OWL results." Harry thought, and promptly detached the letter and sent the school owl on its way with an owl treat for good measure.
Harry grabbed his glasses off his night table next to his bed, and in the process send parchment and spellbooks crashing to the floor in his blind search. Finally placing them on, the world came into focus and the letter was torn open. It was from Dumbledore.
Dear Harry,
It is my hope that this letter finds you in good health and good company. Though we both know that the company is a little iffy. I know you might have been hoping for your owl results, but this letter is merely to warn you of a visit that will occur this afternoon. The man in question is an associate of mine for many years, since my youth in fact. He is going to give you some information that is of vital importance to your immediate future. I know you will have many questions for him about the such things in the wizarding world, but do not ask him, because he is not a Wizard, he is something else entirely. Do not fear him, but do not trust him completely either. Don't be alarmed , no harm will come to you, I swear.
Albus Dumbledore
Harry stared at the letter for a moment. Do not fear him, but do not trust him completely? " What the bloody hell does that mean?" Harry said it aloud to himself and when no answer came he tossed the letter on his bed. Dumbledore would never put him in danger intentionally.
But he has failed you before. "Yes he has, but not on purpose."Harry thought, but he would carry his wand with him all the same. Barty Crouch had taught him that much.
He pulled his wand out from under his bed and stuck it in his sock and pulled the bottom of his tattered jeans over it. Better to lose a foot then a buttock, Moody would probrably've said.
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The day passed quickly, what with all the windows to be cleaned, and Harry found himself looking more and more at the clock. Noon had passed quietly and one and two in quick succession, and as three neared Aunt Petunia came home with the shopping, and Dudley left for his delinquent activities for the evening. It was then that the door bell rang. At least that was how Harry figured it happened, he was up in the attic crouched low trying to clean the cobwebs out of the corners of the windows when his Aunt popped the hatch open.
"You have a visitor Harry." Was all she said and promptly left a gaping Harry starring after her.
Harry? Did she say Harry? Not boy, not freak or potter or idiot or any of the other extremities that better described her titanic oaf of a son Duddeykins. Shaking his head out of shock, Harry dropped the webbed cloth he was using and swung himself out of the attic landing on his feet but nearly tripping over someone standing in his way. Strong hands shot out and helped right him properly on his feet. " 'ello, you are Harry Potter are you not?" The man standing before him seemed to be about middle age. He was tall at least half a foot taller then Harry. His face was a study in wrinkles in all the right places laugh lines etched the sides of his mouth that held a toothy grin and his black eyes were set under drastically bushy white eyebrows. He wore a black suit, fashionable enough for any astute banker, or even a drill salesmen as it were. " I am." said Harry. "Good, good." said the man and extended his hand in a welcoming way. "I am Visily Tolov. You know of my coming, do you not?"
Harry took the hand and found it a friendly enough embrace. "You mean Dumbledore's letter?" " Yes Albus, I thought he might inform you of my coming."
The Letter Harry thought Dumbledore said this man would be coming , an old friend he said, from.......from his youth? Dumbledore must be a hundred and fifty years old, the man in front of him couldn't have been any more then a third that. Damnit its not him!
And without hesitation or remorse Harry took his fist and tried to bury it in the side of the man's brow. By the time the Tolov had hit the wall and crumpled on the floor Harry was already at the stairs.
"AUNT PETUNIA GET OUT IT ISN'T SAFE, GO TO MRS. FIGGS." But Petunia didn't seem to hear him, she was staring at the wall in the entry way, muttering to herself. Harry took the stairs three at a time and grabbed his Aunt while wrenching the door open at the same time. " Go it isn't safe." He yelled again and still she didn't answer. He turned her to face him and she stared at him with an un-recognizing glare in her eye. "Go back to him Harry, it isn't what you think."It came out of her mouth, but it wasn't quite the voice he was use to, it wasn't hers. "Imperious curse." Harry thought and promptly threw her through the door and locked it in her face.
He stooped and wrenched his wand out of his sock and spun back towards the stairs.
"There vill be no need for that Harry James Potter." Harry's wand disappeared from his hand.