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An Original Soul
Chapter Two
Harry stared at his hand where his wand had been a moment before, and hated the sight of it. He had been tricked again. A simple letter from Dumbledore, and he had let an enemy into his house, the house where he was suppose to be protected.
Willingly, he let the hate inside of him take control. It lapped at his skin like a flame, gently at first, and then it started to burn. Why had he been so foolish again? The last time he let his guard down.......well he knew what had happened last time, and he couldn't think of it at a moment like this.
Harry looked back up at Tolov, who was staring at Harry thoughtfully as he dabbed at a wound next to his left eye with a Handkerchief, a cunning look in his eye, calculating.
" I must say Mr. Potter, that vas a very good punch, I admit I was not expecting it."
"Condescending bastard." thought Harry, and he let the hate ease further to the surface. If only he could focus it, use the hate to cut off the wind that fed this man's lungs. "Kill Him." he thought. " I can Kill him. And not even move."
With that thought, from his place at the bottom of the stairs, Harry saw Tolov take a step back, even though he was some distance from Harry. Harry felt his face split into a sneer as Tolov's indifferent countenance changed to one of horror. The coloring of his skin pinked and he clutched one hand to his throat, as if he was hoping it wasn't true.
Within a minute Tolov collapsed in a bundle at the top of the stairs, and Harry slowly started making his way up them one at a time, he was in no hurry. If he took his time this intruder might be dead before he even reached the last step.
But as Tolov's Red face came into view, Harry felt a pull at the back of his head, and he felt his magical grip of Tolov's throat release. He was about to pounce on the prone man at his feet once more, but Tolov's coughing ended and he croaked out.
"Somnus", Harry's world went dark.
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"What is that sound?" Thought Harry. He opened one eye, and saw nothing but blue expanse, "the sky?"How had he gotten outside? Tolov!
Harry quickly sat up and tried to jump to his feet, but found he could only manage a sitting position. Warily, he took in his surroundings. It appeared he was in the park on Magnolia Crescent, just a few blocks from Privet Dr. There were children playing at the swings nearby, were he had sat a year before, just before the Dementor attack, the attack that had almost caused him to be expelled for using underage wizardry. "Oh no!" Harry groaned, he had done it again, the ministry was sure to expel him this time, three times in five years he had done some sort of magic outside of school. This was not good.
Of course his life had been in danger, he had been defending his home had he not. Maybe that would count for something this time!
"They are at your house as we speak Harry." It was Tolov.
Harry tried to rise to his feet once more, but found he was still unable. "Must be some sort of leg-locker curse." thought Harry and he craned his neck behind him to get a look at the older man.
Visily Tolov was sitting on the park bench only a few feet away peeling an orange, just as any gentlemen might of relaxing on a July afternoon. He took a slice of orange and gestured with it toward Harry in offering, but Harry shook his head and continued to glare hatefully at the man. Tolov shrugged it off, and popped the slice into his own mouth, with apparent enjoyment, and sat thoughtfully for a moment.
"I like oranges Harry." Tolov said, breaking the silence.
"Good for you." Said Harry, using his best Malfoy drawl.
"I always offer oranges to my friends, as well should you, marvelous fruit. Apples on the other hand......"Tolov sat for a moment more. " Apples can be something else entirely when offered." Tolov then took on a pensively blank stare.
"You did well with me Harry."
"I would have killed you if the spell hadn't of broke." spat Harry.
"I should have known Albus would put you on your guard, I was not aware of how perceptive you were at the time. Interesting you picked up on the age discrepance so quickly, and startling how violent and swift the retaliation was." Tolov stopped speaking and lock eyes with Harry's own. " I hope we might not have a repeat episode?"
An odd calm swept over Harry as he stared into the black eyes of the older man. It was as if Harry could suddenly feel the weight of that gaze, and the unmalicious intent of the owner. This man hadn't wanted to hurt him after all. And shame followed.
"Im...." Started Harry.
"No need to apologize Harry, it is....it is understandable, to say the least."Tolov said, waving off Harry's downcast look. "Now, we have some matters to discuss. Namely why it is you who must face the Dark one."
Harry shot his face back up to Tolov's. "How do you know about that?"
Once again Tolov waved him off. " Don't worry Harry, Albus did not need to tell me, I have known of the prophecy since before it came to be spoken."
"But how?" said Harry, who found that he could now move his legs, and promptly pulled them under his frame and sat facing Tolov. "How could you know, only myself, Dumbledore, and.. and..."
"Voldemort, Harry." said Tolov quietly. " Yes the Dark one also knows, though he does not know the extent of it, he knows it is you he must kill."
Harry nodded and looked back down at the close cropped grass in front of him.
They were both quiet for some minutes, when Tolov spoke again. "May I ask you some questions, Harry. They might seem a bit strange, but we'll see if we can't make since of them.OK?"
Harry nodded again, confused, but intrigued.
" Ok. Close your eyes."
Harry stared warily at Tolov, but finally accented, and closed his eyes.
"Good, now I want you to speak to yourself, just say anything that comes to mind, a simple hello even should do."
"Hello." Harry said aloud to himself, feeling quite foolish doing so.
"No, No, Harry you misunderstand me, do not speak aloud, think about having a conversation with only yourself. Ok, now try again and tell me what you hear."
Hello, thought Harry, this is bloody stupid, Im an idiot for thinking this might somehow be important. Harry opened his eyes again.
"Well?" said Tolov. "What do you hear?"
"I don't know, just me I guess."
" Is it your voice though?" said Tolov eagerly
" Well yeah its my bloody voice I thought it didn't I, and I'm sure wizards frown on talking to yourself just as much as hearing voices, so I like to not get to deeply into it."said Harry losing his patience and lashing out at the smug smile that broke out on Tolov's face.
"You have no idea how rare it is to have such sense of self that your very Soul speaks to you...do you?" said Tolov replacing the smug smile with a look that was fathoms deep.
"My Soul?" said Harry.
"Yes, Harry, your Soul is very special." said Tolov quietly. "Do you want to know what your cousin Dudley hears in his mind? All HE hears it the pulse that is issued in the front part of his brain that tells him when its time to eat, or some other such natural instinct, your Aunt and Uncle are the same. Most people never reflect on what it really is when they speak to themselves, to hear you own voice, instead of just thought, is very rare indeed, in fact at this time right now as we sit in this park, there are only five individuals on the planet that hear there own souls."
"My Soul?" Harry whispered again. And he again felt the pull at the back of his head.
"Do you remember Harry last year in Albus' office, he told you then that Voldemort who had just possessed you, couldn't stand to be in your body because of a specific power you had? Do you remember? What happened that night when Voldemort took hold of you, think, what happened?"
Harry did think, it was painful to remember that night. Sirius, had disappeared beyond the veil, he was so close, but Lupin wouldn't let him go to him, he said he was gone. Even now Harry remembered the tears, and then the anger, the anger that had driven him to use an unforgivable curse, it hadn't worked, hadn't truly wanted it to work, but the hate took him.
And then the duel with Dumbledore and Voldemort, the terrifically powerful spells the two wizards exchanged and then Voldemort vanishing, and Harry feeling him take his body from him. The terrible voice that escaped his mouth. And the pain, God the pain.
Let me die, he had thought, I can see Sirius agian......
Harry looked up to see Tolov smiling knowingly at him, that voice, it had been his own. And then Harry had another memory, one of being tied to a headstone as the thing that would become Voldemort sat at the bottom of a cauldron.
Let it drown.......please let it drown.
There he had heard the voice again. But it had been so clear , almost a shout in his own mind.
"You see Harry, in times of great fear, the soul is most prominent."
"Yes, I remember I heard it very clearly." whispered Harry. "But why is it that Voldemort couldn't stand to be inside of me, why did just my soul make him leave?"
"Fear Harry, he fears you now more then ever, you are a Primo Animus."
"A what?"
"Primo Animus, it is the name the ancients gave to our kind, it means Original Soul."
"Our kind?" asked Harry
"Yes Harry, I am also of the Primo Animus. But that is what we are, it does not define us as individuals, we have specific names for that. The Ancients would have known you as the Santamoni Animus, or virtuous soul."
"Virtuous, like a knight or something." Harry thought back to the story's of the Sir Gawain and various knights of the round table, that were said to have been virtuous.
Tolov chuckled and shook his head. "They might have been virtuous, but they would never have understood the weight of the situation we speak of Harry. Yet you are Virtuous, you are brave and compassionate and just, much like the knights of old. But shouldn't there be another question, for everything there is an opposite, if you are the Santimoni Animus, may there not be another, one that isn't so Virtuous perhaps?" Tolov fixed Harry with that stare again, the one that looked beyond all time.
"Voldemort?" Harry found himself saying.
"He will be known to you as the Invisus Animus, the hateful soul."
"Invisus Animus" Harry repeated, and he found the words bring an emotion to bear, it wasn't so much hate, as it was a desire to be rid of the words.
"Yes." said Tolov "You already can feel the need to destroy him, its what you are for, it why you were born."
"But why me?"
Tolov sighed, and looked away from Harry for the first time in quite awhile. "That is a difficult question Harry, I'm probably not the best to answer it, I suggest you ask Albus."
"Professor Dumbledore, but why?"
"Can you not think why Harry? You have his Chocolate frog card do you not?"
"Yes, about a dozen, but.....oh Grindewald?." Harry had forgotten, Dumbledore was known for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindewald.
"Eric Grindewald fifty years ago was a Invisus Animus. Albus was the..."
"Santimoni Animus." finished Harry. "So its happened before?"
"Yes Harry a thousand times. Think about it Caine and Abel, the Prophet Moses and the Egyptian Wizard Malcolm, Wellington and Napoleon. It goes on and on. You see there is a war going on and it has been for thousands of years and history is its battlefield, now it is your turn to play your part."
Harry Potter was feeling sick, he needed air, "Oh God why me!" he thought to himself, this was going to make his life even more difficult then he could have imgained.
Tolov stood from his place on the bench. "Now Harry it is time to arm you."
"Arm me." said Harry
"Yes now stand, I have brought a gift for you."
Harry stood on his shaky legs, and felt as if he might spew all over the front of Tolov's starched suit.
"Now Harry take your wand."
"But I don't have it." said Harry who instinctively reached for his sock, were he promptly found his wand there as it should have been. He pulled it out, and stared at it for a moment before turning back to an impishly smiling Tolov.
"Sorry, I thought you knew you had it all along." he said. "But anyway where were we, yes that's right, now face me, thats right now point your want at me and say "Magus Autem"
Harry raised his wand to the heart of Visily Tolov, and said the words that would cement his life as the santimoni Animus.
"Magus Autem"
His world went dark for a second time that day, "Damn." he thought as he slipped into the unknown, "I hate when this happens."
An Original Soul
Chapter Two
Harry stared at his hand where his wand had been a moment before, and hated the sight of it. He had been tricked again. A simple letter from Dumbledore, and he had let an enemy into his house, the house where he was suppose to be protected.
Willingly, he let the hate inside of him take control. It lapped at his skin like a flame, gently at first, and then it started to burn. Why had he been so foolish again? The last time he let his guard down.......well he knew what had happened last time, and he couldn't think of it at a moment like this.
Harry looked back up at Tolov, who was staring at Harry thoughtfully as he dabbed at a wound next to his left eye with a Handkerchief, a cunning look in his eye, calculating.
" I must say Mr. Potter, that vas a very good punch, I admit I was not expecting it."
"Condescending bastard." thought Harry, and he let the hate ease further to the surface. If only he could focus it, use the hate to cut off the wind that fed this man's lungs. "Kill Him." he thought. " I can Kill him. And not even move."
With that thought, from his place at the bottom of the stairs, Harry saw Tolov take a step back, even though he was some distance from Harry. Harry felt his face split into a sneer as Tolov's indifferent countenance changed to one of horror. The coloring of his skin pinked and he clutched one hand to his throat, as if he was hoping it wasn't true.
Within a minute Tolov collapsed in a bundle at the top of the stairs, and Harry slowly started making his way up them one at a time, he was in no hurry. If he took his time this intruder might be dead before he even reached the last step.
But as Tolov's Red face came into view, Harry felt a pull at the back of his head, and he felt his magical grip of Tolov's throat release. He was about to pounce on the prone man at his feet once more, but Tolov's coughing ended and he croaked out.
"Somnus", Harry's world went dark.
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"What is that sound?" Thought Harry. He opened one eye, and saw nothing but blue expanse, "the sky?"How had he gotten outside? Tolov!
Harry quickly sat up and tried to jump to his feet, but found he could only manage a sitting position. Warily, he took in his surroundings. It appeared he was in the park on Magnolia Crescent, just a few blocks from Privet Dr. There were children playing at the swings nearby, were he had sat a year before, just before the Dementor attack, the attack that had almost caused him to be expelled for using underage wizardry. "Oh no!" Harry groaned, he had done it again, the ministry was sure to expel him this time, three times in five years he had done some sort of magic outside of school. This was not good.
Of course his life had been in danger, he had been defending his home had he not. Maybe that would count for something this time!
"They are at your house as we speak Harry." It was Tolov.
Harry tried to rise to his feet once more, but found he was still unable. "Must be some sort of leg-locker curse." thought Harry and he craned his neck behind him to get a look at the older man.
Visily Tolov was sitting on the park bench only a few feet away peeling an orange, just as any gentlemen might of relaxing on a July afternoon. He took a slice of orange and gestured with it toward Harry in offering, but Harry shook his head and continued to glare hatefully at the man. Tolov shrugged it off, and popped the slice into his own mouth, with apparent enjoyment, and sat thoughtfully for a moment.
"I like oranges Harry." Tolov said, breaking the silence.
"Good for you." Said Harry, using his best Malfoy drawl.
"I always offer oranges to my friends, as well should you, marvelous fruit. Apples on the other hand......"Tolov sat for a moment more. " Apples can be something else entirely when offered." Tolov then took on a pensively blank stare.
"You did well with me Harry."
"I would have killed you if the spell hadn't of broke." spat Harry.
"I should have known Albus would put you on your guard, I was not aware of how perceptive you were at the time. Interesting you picked up on the age discrepance so quickly, and startling how violent and swift the retaliation was." Tolov stopped speaking and lock eyes with Harry's own. " I hope we might not have a repeat episode?"
An odd calm swept over Harry as he stared into the black eyes of the older man. It was as if Harry could suddenly feel the weight of that gaze, and the unmalicious intent of the owner. This man hadn't wanted to hurt him after all. And shame followed.
"Im...." Started Harry.
"No need to apologize Harry, it is....it is understandable, to say the least."Tolov said, waving off Harry's downcast look. "Now, we have some matters to discuss. Namely why it is you who must face the Dark one."
Harry shot his face back up to Tolov's. "How do you know about that?"
Once again Tolov waved him off. " Don't worry Harry, Albus did not need to tell me, I have known of the prophecy since before it came to be spoken."
"But how?" said Harry, who found that he could now move his legs, and promptly pulled them under his frame and sat facing Tolov. "How could you know, only myself, Dumbledore, and.. and..."
"Voldemort, Harry." said Tolov quietly. " Yes the Dark one also knows, though he does not know the extent of it, he knows it is you he must kill."
Harry nodded and looked back down at the close cropped grass in front of him.
They were both quiet for some minutes, when Tolov spoke again. "May I ask you some questions, Harry. They might seem a bit strange, but we'll see if we can't make since of them.OK?"
Harry nodded again, confused, but intrigued.
" Ok. Close your eyes."
Harry stared warily at Tolov, but finally accented, and closed his eyes.
"Good, now I want you to speak to yourself, just say anything that comes to mind, a simple hello even should do."
"Hello." Harry said aloud to himself, feeling quite foolish doing so.
"No, No, Harry you misunderstand me, do not speak aloud, think about having a conversation with only yourself. Ok, now try again and tell me what you hear."
Hello, thought Harry, this is bloody stupid, Im an idiot for thinking this might somehow be important. Harry opened his eyes again.
"Well?" said Tolov. "What do you hear?"
"I don't know, just me I guess."
" Is it your voice though?" said Tolov eagerly
" Well yeah its my bloody voice I thought it didn't I, and I'm sure wizards frown on talking to yourself just as much as hearing voices, so I like to not get to deeply into it."said Harry losing his patience and lashing out at the smug smile that broke out on Tolov's face.
"You have no idea how rare it is to have such sense of self that your very Soul speaks to you...do you?" said Tolov replacing the smug smile with a look that was fathoms deep.
"My Soul?" said Harry.
"Yes, Harry, your Soul is very special." said Tolov quietly. "Do you want to know what your cousin Dudley hears in his mind? All HE hears it the pulse that is issued in the front part of his brain that tells him when its time to eat, or some other such natural instinct, your Aunt and Uncle are the same. Most people never reflect on what it really is when they speak to themselves, to hear you own voice, instead of just thought, is very rare indeed, in fact at this time right now as we sit in this park, there are only five individuals on the planet that hear there own souls."
"My Soul?" Harry whispered again. And he again felt the pull at the back of his head.
"Do you remember Harry last year in Albus' office, he told you then that Voldemort who had just possessed you, couldn't stand to be in your body because of a specific power you had? Do you remember? What happened that night when Voldemort took hold of you, think, what happened?"
Harry did think, it was painful to remember that night. Sirius, had disappeared beyond the veil, he was so close, but Lupin wouldn't let him go to him, he said he was gone. Even now Harry remembered the tears, and then the anger, the anger that had driven him to use an unforgivable curse, it hadn't worked, hadn't truly wanted it to work, but the hate took him.
And then the duel with Dumbledore and Voldemort, the terrifically powerful spells the two wizards exchanged and then Voldemort vanishing, and Harry feeling him take his body from him. The terrible voice that escaped his mouth. And the pain, God the pain.
Let me die, he had thought, I can see Sirius agian......
Harry looked up to see Tolov smiling knowingly at him, that voice, it had been his own. And then Harry had another memory, one of being tied to a headstone as the thing that would become Voldemort sat at the bottom of a cauldron.
Let it drown.......please let it drown.
There he had heard the voice again. But it had been so clear , almost a shout in his own mind.
"You see Harry, in times of great fear, the soul is most prominent."
"Yes, I remember I heard it very clearly." whispered Harry. "But why is it that Voldemort couldn't stand to be inside of me, why did just my soul make him leave?"
"Fear Harry, he fears you now more then ever, you are a Primo Animus."
"A what?"
"Primo Animus, it is the name the ancients gave to our kind, it means Original Soul."
"Our kind?" asked Harry
"Yes Harry, I am also of the Primo Animus. But that is what we are, it does not define us as individuals, we have specific names for that. The Ancients would have known you as the Santamoni Animus, or virtuous soul."
"Virtuous, like a knight or something." Harry thought back to the story's of the Sir Gawain and various knights of the round table, that were said to have been virtuous.
Tolov chuckled and shook his head. "They might have been virtuous, but they would never have understood the weight of the situation we speak of Harry. Yet you are Virtuous, you are brave and compassionate and just, much like the knights of old. But shouldn't there be another question, for everything there is an opposite, if you are the Santimoni Animus, may there not be another, one that isn't so Virtuous perhaps?" Tolov fixed Harry with that stare again, the one that looked beyond all time.
"Voldemort?" Harry found himself saying.
"He will be known to you as the Invisus Animus, the hateful soul."
"Invisus Animus" Harry repeated, and he found the words bring an emotion to bear, it wasn't so much hate, as it was a desire to be rid of the words.
"Yes." said Tolov "You already can feel the need to destroy him, its what you are for, it why you were born."
"But why me?"
Tolov sighed, and looked away from Harry for the first time in quite awhile. "That is a difficult question Harry, I'm probably not the best to answer it, I suggest you ask Albus."
"Professor Dumbledore, but why?"
"Can you not think why Harry? You have his Chocolate frog card do you not?"
"Yes, about a dozen, but.....oh Grindewald?." Harry had forgotten, Dumbledore was known for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindewald.
"Eric Grindewald fifty years ago was a Invisus Animus. Albus was the..."
"Santimoni Animus." finished Harry. "So its happened before?"
"Yes Harry a thousand times. Think about it Caine and Abel, the Prophet Moses and the Egyptian Wizard Malcolm, Wellington and Napoleon. It goes on and on. You see there is a war going on and it has been for thousands of years and history is its battlefield, now it is your turn to play your part."
Harry Potter was feeling sick, he needed air, "Oh God why me!" he thought to himself, this was going to make his life even more difficult then he could have imgained.
Tolov stood from his place on the bench. "Now Harry it is time to arm you."
"Arm me." said Harry
"Yes now stand, I have brought a gift for you."
Harry stood on his shaky legs, and felt as if he might spew all over the front of Tolov's starched suit.
"Now Harry take your wand."
"But I don't have it." said Harry who instinctively reached for his sock, were he promptly found his wand there as it should have been. He pulled it out, and stared at it for a moment before turning back to an impishly smiling Tolov.
"Sorry, I thought you knew you had it all along." he said. "But anyway where were we, yes that's right, now face me, thats right now point your want at me and say "Magus Autem"
Harry raised his wand to the heart of Visily Tolov, and said the words that would cement his life as the santimoni Animus.
"Magus Autem"
His world went dark for a second time that day, "Damn." he thought as he slipped into the unknown, "I hate when this happens."