Chapter 4

Reborn

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He couldn't understand why he was in so much pain. It was worse than even the Cruciatus curse. It felt as though his limbs were being ripped one by one from his body, excruciatingly slowly. Just as slowly the pain subsided to a dull throb, although he felt as though he were on fire; being burnt to dust from the inside out. Ignoring the pain, or trying, he attempted to open his eyes although they felt as though a tonne of brinks was weighing them down. When he succeeded he immediately wished he hadn't because his eyes felt as though they were burning out of the sockets. Instinctively, his hands snapped up to cover his eyes but he also regretted that movement as he felt his arms be set ablaze. Slowly, trying not to aggravate them more, he set his arms down at his sides and tried to regulate his breathing, Once all the pain head abated, save for a dull throb, he cleared his head and tried to figure out what was happening.

'Why do my eyes and arms hurt so much when I move them?' he asked himself, feeling stupid talking to himself.

'Because you never used them before,' a mystical voice answered, that seemed to echo inside his head.

Harry almost made a face but refrained himself from doing so, not wanting to cause any further pain. It made no sense so he asked the obvious question, 'What do you mean? I've been using them for the past fifteen years.'

'So many questions,' the Voice- as Harry dubbed it- commented, chuckling slightly. It seemed to sense his impatience and answered, 'You have been reborn.'

'Reborn?' Harry asked incredulously although he felt stupid like he should know what it was.

He expected Voice to give a scathing remark or laugh at his discomfort but what he got was understanding. 'Do not worry little one, all will be explained with due time. But for now I will explain what you need to know for the moment.' There was a silence which stretched to what seemed to be several minutes before Voice answered, 'You have heard the Prophesy, yes? To become your true self-which was blocked at the mere age of one-you will be undergoing a series of changes. Some will be extremely painful and others unnoticeable. Your rebirth was the first step in the process. In the future you will need to be isolated from humans, save the other three.'

'How painful… exactly will these changes be?' he asked fearfully.

'It differs from person to person,' it answered simply.

Harry sighed and thought of something. 'Who are the other three and who are you? Why should I trust you?' he asked sceptically.

'You will know very soon and you must make the choice to trust me. I suggest you do for we will be meeting in the near future,' Voice answered without missing a beat at Harry's untruthfulness.

'Um… When will I be able to move again?' he asked timidly.

'I don't know. As I said, "It differs from person to person."'

Without warning, exhaustion washed over Harry making him incoherent. 'Oh,' was all he could utter before giving into unconsciousness.

Before he know what was happening, there were memories flitting around in his head like when he was in Occulmency with Snape. Suddenly it focused in on one particular memory and he could do nothing but watch. His father was shouting at his mother to take him and run. Voldemort spoke the fatal curse and hit his father square in the chest, who fell limply to the ground, his eyes lifeless. Harry watched his father's body sadly until something happened he never expected; a translucent form of him emerged but that wasn't the only extraordinary thing. Around his father's, what he could only describe as, spirit were colours swirling. It looked extremely chaotic.

For a moment, he glanced at the Dark Lord and saw he seemed to be having some sort of internal battle, before he forced the door open. When Voldemort was in the room, Harry was forced by some sort of invisible rope through the door. He looked back through the door at James and saw he was waving as if in goodbye and disappeared in a swirl of colour.

He turned his attention back to where his mother, holding his baby-self, was facing Voldemort. When she was killed, instead of seeing swirls of colours he saw there were smoke-like vines around her arms, legs and midriff. He also noted that her spirit was exactly as it was when he met her previously.

He looked at Voldemort once again and he could almost feel his sadness, although he didn't know why.

Suddenly, his vision went hazy and he felt around blindly for something, anything because he felt dizzy. When the haze parted he saw a middle-aged man with black hair sitting in the middle of a bare, circular room.

Gathering up his courage, he greeted the man, "Hello."

The man's head snapped up, and he looked extremely relieved but also fearful. Of what?, Harry thought. Without warning the man was up on his feet and fast approaching Harry. When he had closed the distance between himself and Harry, the man grabbed Harry by the shoulder and whispered furiously, "You have to help me out of here!" He sounded tired as if he hadn't slept in a number of days and Harry suspected he wasn't all there in the head. The man looked over his shoulders as if making sure no one was overhearing and asked almost panicking, "You will help me, won't you?"

Harry not knowing what else to say answered, "Of course I will."

"Thank-you," the man repeated over and over again.

Suddenly, there was a large banging on an iron-wrought door Harry hadn't noticed before and the man started to panic. "You must leave," He said pushing Harry backwards, "He's coming!"

Harry was about to ask who he was, when the man pushed him forcefully enough he lost his balance and started to fall. Then everything went black and Harry never felt himself hitting the floor. All he could remember was an excruciating, burning pain before slipping into unconsciousness.

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A/N: I am so sorry I didn't update for so long and if you haven't figured it out, I am not dead. I've just been working on my drawings and I've read a lot of books. I've also been working on my website and it will be up soon.

Alright, so this will never ever happen again I'm going to update either every Saturday or Sunday. If I don't you can e-mail me again and again until I want to kill you. Sounds fun doesn't it?

Please review and I will be more motivated to keep my schedule.