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Author's note (forgive me for leaving off the rest of this statement): Ok, I have not read any reviews at this point so I cannot very well respond. I am sure you all have figured out that the boy formally known as Harry Potter is in fact alive. I would like you all to pay particularly close attention to this fact and every event surrounding it. "Why?" you ask. I am not entirely sure, as I said I am writing this as I type it into my computer so it is all off the top of my head. I am done with al the emotional hoopla for a while also. Let the story begin then.
Legetum Extrema Morta
Little one, do not fear for the messenger. In the darkness it rises like a phoenix. Its light pierces the sky and makes known that life has begun. Behold the messenger comes; with him comes Justice.
Chapter Three
Harry only sat listening tot he cries that seemed everything but normal to him. Was it true that so many loved him or was it their on life that they cared about? Knowing his friends, they would care for him, but what of all the others that he could hear bawling their eyes out at the thought of him dying? Was he really this important? With a silent prayer to Jehovah his worries diminished and he once again listened to Dumbledore go on with his speech.
"Many of you will wonder why we cannot defeat the one called Voldemort," started the Headmaster again, slightly regaining his composure. "It is because Lord Voldemort is not a mortal; he is a demon. Spawned from the Dark One, the creature spreads his evil across all the earth until one rises to challenge him. That one was our deceased Gryffindor, so as the war goes on, let us remember the one who could have saved us. Let us all remember Harry Potter."
It was as this point that the Gryffindor could not stand waiting outside the door. He could not just let them mourn him, and he do nothing about it. The people had to know that hope still existed in the world. It was then that he realized what had happened to him.
Instead of the scrawny teenage boy in normally baggy clothes, he saw something completely different in the mirror opposite of the Great Hall's entrance. There was a teller, more muscular black haired boy gazing back as his reflection. His green eyes peered at the reflected white robes, shimmering with faint silver. So it was all true, he had been given the power.
Suddenly the knowledge of what he had been given flooded his mind and almost knocked him over with its force. It was amazing to feel the great magical existence running through him. All around him he could feel the life within the castle itself. He could feel the life of the magic in very being within the Great Hall. He could feel their true sorrow.
With a great effort, the teenager pushed open the two massive doors of the Great Hall. The lights flickered out despite the magical candles holding them. The surge of magical energy coming from the students in the room began to react with his own. A glorious song filled the room, its peaceful melody bouncing from corner to corner of the Hall.
Despite the previous wails of tears, the room suddenly got completely silent as Harry walked into the Hall. Moving through the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables, he slowly approached the staff table where a very stunned Albus Dumbledore stared down at him through the light of occasional lightening from the ceiling above.
"Hello Professor," he said in a small whisper. "It has been a while hasn't it?"
The Headmaster barely nodded at the boy peering at him. The boy merely nodded with a light smile as though to confirm to the old man that he really was there. Finally, after much internal deliberation, the Headmaster spoke back. "Thank you God."
Quickly regaining the composure he had lost seeing the boy walk into the Great Hall, the former Transfiguration professor stood up again before the students. "My students," he said through a bright smile and giddy tears of joy, "I am sure you all would like to cheer now, seeing as how the one standing in front of us is definitely Harry Potter; however, I cannot allow you to question Harry tonight."
Without another word, the Boy-who-lived was swept up to the staff table by the combined efforts of Dumbledore and Severus Snape. Walking briskly, the long silver hair of Dumbledore's beard seemed to point the way. There were several angry burst of protest has the teenager and the two teachers walked from the room.
Flames of torchlight blinded Harry when he walked into the very familiar room. He had been here once two years ago; it was in this room he became a Triwizard Champion for Hogwarts. "It was here that I first began the process to kill Cedric Diggory," he whispered to his mind. Despite all the power he now harbored, he still blamed himself for the deaths that had been caused at the hands of Lord Voldemort. But three words almost comforted his yearning soul. "Thank you God." Someone did care.
Instead of the Headmaster, a very angry Potions Master was the first to start when the boy was finally seated. His brown eyes carried perhaps an even darker shadow than his greasy black hair when he looked at Harry. It was no ordinary look; it was the loathing they had for each other. "Mr. Potter!" he began, raising his voice. Harry merely closed his eyes to prepare for the rebuke about to escape the older man. "What in Hell did you think you were doing?"
"Calm down Severus," interjected the old professor at Snape's choice of words. Harry swore he could see a slight twinkle in them.
"Forgive me Headmaster," he said taking a breath to regulate control to his body once again. "As I was saying, Mr. Potter you have completely disgraced noble wizardry at its best. You have fooled the world into believing you were dead just a bit of attention."
"That will do Severus," said a deep commanding voice that had power radiating just from it projection. The voice, however, did not belong to the Headmaster; it was the boy's. "It would seem that old habits die hard.
Pure malice lined every wrinkle on Snape's pale face at Potter's insolence. Drawing his wand he pointed it at the boy, causing Dumbledore to jump up, but he sat down when he saw what Snape was about to do. "Do you see this wand Potter?" he asked in a dangerous voice. "Look at it closely and see if you can tell me that you wish to be so cheeky now."
At the confused look on his face, the teacher pushed forward. "You see Potter, I have power beyond you. You are only a student! I am the teacher! Therefore, you will obey me and drop the insolent attitude that seems to possess your very being. Is that understood boy?"
At this point Harry was almost smiling at the comical scene unfolding. He could not disrespect his teachers and expect to get away of it; he knew that much. The problem was, it seemed so much fun to torment the greasy git that he could not resist it. Suddenly his mind was cut off by a yell of primal rage erupting from the angry man.
"Damnit Potter! Can you only smile in return to a rebuke?!" he yelled.
At this point the teenager flashed a look over to Albus who seemed to be studying the whole scene, almost as if he was pushing Harry. Suddenly it all came clear to him what was happening. Snape and Dumbledore were trying to see if he had changed since he had died. Both of the professors knew he had died, the Ministry of Magic could prove that. They just wanted to see if he had changed! "They're using me," he thought to himself.
Closing his eyes instinct took over, and he reached into the mind of his two professors. The strong mental sheilds normally would have kept an Occulmanist out, but they could not stand against his powerful instinctive magic. He felt the excitement and anticipation of each, but he also felt the desire to harvest the unknown power. Breaking the mind link he glared towards Professor Dumbledore.
"You," he began to hiss, "have lied to me, stuck me into a home with abusive muggles, got me murdered, and indirectly caused the death of my parents and godfather-"
"Harry," interrupted the old voice, burdened with some great load he would share with no one. Raising his wand, he prepared to place a calming charm on Harry.
The silver and white robed being in front of Dumbledore was no longer any normal mortal. With speed like lightening, his right hand was up, and the Headmaster's wand flew from his bony grasp. "You will not being doing that just now Professor," he sneered. "You will listen to me and what I want."
This time the anger that burst from Snape was not some cover to get reaction out of Harry as the Potions Master started to attack and defend Albus. The Boy-who-lived swirled around on his foot and faced the attacking man. Drawing his wand, unholy lightening flashed around the him as though he was a diety. Power soared through his arms, and the wand twirled into a striking position, sending a burst of red light into Snape's chest. Regaing his composure, the wizard attacked again coming in contact with sudden purple fire erupting from an unseen source in the room and covering knocking him unconscious.
"Apparently," whispered Harry, "old habits die hard."
A/N: At this point many of you are completely stunned at what I just produced from Harry potter. Your reaction to it is going to be, "No, it won't happen like that. Harry would not do that to Albus." I would like to remind you of the tirade that happened at the end of the OotP; Harry did have such a rampage. At this point, the stress of being lied to and left to his death is finally getting the best of Mr. Potter. Now, unlike last term, he has the power to change how people treat him One- they need him to defeat Lord Voldie, and two- he has power now that was rivaled only by Merlin himself, the last mortal to enter Rane. So you see, everything I just said is very much possible. This is not a superpower Harry story though. You will see what I mean in later chapters; Harry is not all powerful as he may seem.
Next Chapter:
-Dumbledore is knocked down a little
-We hear from Lord Voldemort
-Unexpected Deatheater
Author's note (forgive me for leaving off the rest of this statement): Ok, I have not read any reviews at this point so I cannot very well respond. I am sure you all have figured out that the boy formally known as Harry Potter is in fact alive. I would like you all to pay particularly close attention to this fact and every event surrounding it. "Why?" you ask. I am not entirely sure, as I said I am writing this as I type it into my computer so it is all off the top of my head. I am done with al the emotional hoopla for a while also. Let the story begin then.
Legetum Extrema Morta
Little one, do not fear for the messenger. In the darkness it rises like a phoenix. Its light pierces the sky and makes known that life has begun. Behold the messenger comes; with him comes Justice.
Chapter Three
Harry only sat listening tot he cries that seemed everything but normal to him. Was it true that so many loved him or was it their on life that they cared about? Knowing his friends, they would care for him, but what of all the others that he could hear bawling their eyes out at the thought of him dying? Was he really this important? With a silent prayer to Jehovah his worries diminished and he once again listened to Dumbledore go on with his speech.
"Many of you will wonder why we cannot defeat the one called Voldemort," started the Headmaster again, slightly regaining his composure. "It is because Lord Voldemort is not a mortal; he is a demon. Spawned from the Dark One, the creature spreads his evil across all the earth until one rises to challenge him. That one was our deceased Gryffindor, so as the war goes on, let us remember the one who could have saved us. Let us all remember Harry Potter."
It was as this point that the Gryffindor could not stand waiting outside the door. He could not just let them mourn him, and he do nothing about it. The people had to know that hope still existed in the world. It was then that he realized what had happened to him.
Instead of the scrawny teenage boy in normally baggy clothes, he saw something completely different in the mirror opposite of the Great Hall's entrance. There was a teller, more muscular black haired boy gazing back as his reflection. His green eyes peered at the reflected white robes, shimmering with faint silver. So it was all true, he had been given the power.
Suddenly the knowledge of what he had been given flooded his mind and almost knocked him over with its force. It was amazing to feel the great magical existence running through him. All around him he could feel the life within the castle itself. He could feel the life of the magic in very being within the Great Hall. He could feel their true sorrow.
With a great effort, the teenager pushed open the two massive doors of the Great Hall. The lights flickered out despite the magical candles holding them. The surge of magical energy coming from the students in the room began to react with his own. A glorious song filled the room, its peaceful melody bouncing from corner to corner of the Hall.
Despite the previous wails of tears, the room suddenly got completely silent as Harry walked into the Hall. Moving through the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables, he slowly approached the staff table where a very stunned Albus Dumbledore stared down at him through the light of occasional lightening from the ceiling above.
"Hello Professor," he said in a small whisper. "It has been a while hasn't it?"
The Headmaster barely nodded at the boy peering at him. The boy merely nodded with a light smile as though to confirm to the old man that he really was there. Finally, after much internal deliberation, the Headmaster spoke back. "Thank you God."
Quickly regaining the composure he had lost seeing the boy walk into the Great Hall, the former Transfiguration professor stood up again before the students. "My students," he said through a bright smile and giddy tears of joy, "I am sure you all would like to cheer now, seeing as how the one standing in front of us is definitely Harry Potter; however, I cannot allow you to question Harry tonight."
Without another word, the Boy-who-lived was swept up to the staff table by the combined efforts of Dumbledore and Severus Snape. Walking briskly, the long silver hair of Dumbledore's beard seemed to point the way. There were several angry burst of protest has the teenager and the two teachers walked from the room.
Flames of torchlight blinded Harry when he walked into the very familiar room. He had been here once two years ago; it was in this room he became a Triwizard Champion for Hogwarts. "It was here that I first began the process to kill Cedric Diggory," he whispered to his mind. Despite all the power he now harbored, he still blamed himself for the deaths that had been caused at the hands of Lord Voldemort. But three words almost comforted his yearning soul. "Thank you God." Someone did care.
Instead of the Headmaster, a very angry Potions Master was the first to start when the boy was finally seated. His brown eyes carried perhaps an even darker shadow than his greasy black hair when he looked at Harry. It was no ordinary look; it was the loathing they had for each other. "Mr. Potter!" he began, raising his voice. Harry merely closed his eyes to prepare for the rebuke about to escape the older man. "What in Hell did you think you were doing?"
"Calm down Severus," interjected the old professor at Snape's choice of words. Harry swore he could see a slight twinkle in them.
"Forgive me Headmaster," he said taking a breath to regulate control to his body once again. "As I was saying, Mr. Potter you have completely disgraced noble wizardry at its best. You have fooled the world into believing you were dead just a bit of attention."
"That will do Severus," said a deep commanding voice that had power radiating just from it projection. The voice, however, did not belong to the Headmaster; it was the boy's. "It would seem that old habits die hard.
Pure malice lined every wrinkle on Snape's pale face at Potter's insolence. Drawing his wand he pointed it at the boy, causing Dumbledore to jump up, but he sat down when he saw what Snape was about to do. "Do you see this wand Potter?" he asked in a dangerous voice. "Look at it closely and see if you can tell me that you wish to be so cheeky now."
At the confused look on his face, the teacher pushed forward. "You see Potter, I have power beyond you. You are only a student! I am the teacher! Therefore, you will obey me and drop the insolent attitude that seems to possess your very being. Is that understood boy?"
At this point Harry was almost smiling at the comical scene unfolding. He could not disrespect his teachers and expect to get away of it; he knew that much. The problem was, it seemed so much fun to torment the greasy git that he could not resist it. Suddenly his mind was cut off by a yell of primal rage erupting from the angry man.
"Damnit Potter! Can you only smile in return to a rebuke?!" he yelled.
At this point the teenager flashed a look over to Albus who seemed to be studying the whole scene, almost as if he was pushing Harry. Suddenly it all came clear to him what was happening. Snape and Dumbledore were trying to see if he had changed since he had died. Both of the professors knew he had died, the Ministry of Magic could prove that. They just wanted to see if he had changed! "They're using me," he thought to himself.
Closing his eyes instinct took over, and he reached into the mind of his two professors. The strong mental sheilds normally would have kept an Occulmanist out, but they could not stand against his powerful instinctive magic. He felt the excitement and anticipation of each, but he also felt the desire to harvest the unknown power. Breaking the mind link he glared towards Professor Dumbledore.
"You," he began to hiss, "have lied to me, stuck me into a home with abusive muggles, got me murdered, and indirectly caused the death of my parents and godfather-"
"Harry," interrupted the old voice, burdened with some great load he would share with no one. Raising his wand, he prepared to place a calming charm on Harry.
The silver and white robed being in front of Dumbledore was no longer any normal mortal. With speed like lightening, his right hand was up, and the Headmaster's wand flew from his bony grasp. "You will not being doing that just now Professor," he sneered. "You will listen to me and what I want."
This time the anger that burst from Snape was not some cover to get reaction out of Harry as the Potions Master started to attack and defend Albus. The Boy-who-lived swirled around on his foot and faced the attacking man. Drawing his wand, unholy lightening flashed around the him as though he was a diety. Power soared through his arms, and the wand twirled into a striking position, sending a burst of red light into Snape's chest. Regaing his composure, the wizard attacked again coming in contact with sudden purple fire erupting from an unseen source in the room and covering knocking him unconscious.
"Apparently," whispered Harry, "old habits die hard."
A/N: At this point many of you are completely stunned at what I just produced from Harry potter. Your reaction to it is going to be, "No, it won't happen like that. Harry would not do that to Albus." I would like to remind you of the tirade that happened at the end of the OotP; Harry did have such a rampage. At this point, the stress of being lied to and left to his death is finally getting the best of Mr. Potter. Now, unlike last term, he has the power to change how people treat him One- they need him to defeat Lord Voldie, and two- he has power now that was rivaled only by Merlin himself, the last mortal to enter Rane. So you see, everything I just said is very much possible. This is not a superpower Harry story though. You will see what I mean in later chapters; Harry is not all powerful as he may seem.
Next Chapter:
-Dumbledore is knocked down a little
-We hear from Lord Voldemort
-Unexpected Deatheater