Disclaimer: I don't own any of the H.P. characters but the plot is mine. Have
no money......dirt poor.....don't sue.
Summary: Harry is in his sixth year at Hogwarts and he is plagued
with nightmares. The odd thing is that Harry doesn't remember or
didn't experience the memories. What's going on?
A/N: This was even harder than the last. It might be a little confusing but I'll try to keep it simple as can be. Anyway, hope you enjoy it. To those who do read it........ I am trying to make this one a long chapter.
Ch.9 (Stranger By Sonura)
Harry sat silently by the ponds edge. He was thinking about Sirius and what he had done. He had dreamed of Sirius showing up one day and proving everyone wrong. That he hadn't fallen at the wrath of Bellatrix and her unforgivable curse. 'Was he really here? Did he say something was wrong and I just blew him off?' Questions raced through his head as if it was a race track and he could never keep one thought for too long. Each time he questioned what he did or said he dismissed it with an endless amount of excuses that somehow corrected what had already happened.
He slowly reached his feet and turned from his reflection in the moonlit water. He decided it was better to head back now before he grabbed a detention or endless badgering from Hermione on where he had gone.
Lately, Harry felt disconnected. Like he was a lose wire in the connection he held with his friends. He felt normal, well, except the monstrous nightmares that plagued him.
He had found a temporary solution but not a comfortable one. A spell he had found allowed dreamless nights but he couldn't use it. For every dream he missed, it came to life. So he had to stick with a potion he would make in the girls' lavatory after dinner hours. He would sleep easy only to wake up to unbearable amounts of pain. Most of it was directed to his head and take refugee in his scar. Harry had begun to believe that it was not the potion that was creating the pain but the trapped dreams. Each time he took the potion, all it did was suppress them. Eventually they would have to escape. One way or the other.
He made it about halfway past Hagrid's Hut when everything went black. He could feel his eyelids dropping, his knees becoming weak, and he couldn't move his arms. It was as if he could no longer keep going. His body was almost dying on him. 'What the....' Harry couldn't finish his thought before all he knew was gone.
"This body......It's not like mine. It's a guy." Staring down at the body she lifted the arms and examined the hands. Brought them to his face and move them around. "His face is soft but his hands are hard as if they've fought a thousand wars."
Sonura, a spirit dead since Merlin's time, has come to rest inside Harry Potter. She has waited, unwillingly, for a body that could house her spirit and not kill the original host. Wishing, until the end of time, that she could move on, if it weren't for a curse.
Sonura, inside of Harry's body, was overwhelmed by powerful memories. Both hers, which she did not want to relive, and the young boy's she now controlled.
Past........
Centuries back, in a time of great wizards, was a small child. Orphaned by witchcraft and angered by life, she wandered town to town looking for something to fill the void within. It took many years but eventually she found a place to seek a burning desire of revenge and a home. She became Merlin's assistant.
True, she hated magic, but she was a half-breed, or mudblood to most, but what better way to take revenge than with the one thing that destroyed her world.
A great deal of her memories overlapped with this boy's because he went through much of her life only to a great more extent and pain.
Batting her eyelashes, mixed with charm, and a dash of pity gave her a free ticket to an apprenticeship. All she had to do was work for her keep. Slowly, through the years, she learned countless spells and was a potential danger to anyone who crossed her path. Only 19 years old and already was able to at least attempt what Merlin could do.
But even if nothing she learned had stuck with her, there was one thing that melted the ice around her heart. It was something Merlin had said that she would never forget. Even after a 100 years of death.
"Sonura, please remember what I am to say and it may just save you one day. Magic always has two sides. Neither is it good nor evil but within. A spark is contained within every witch and/or wizard that fuels emotions. The more rage you carry, the more blackened your soul becomes. But for every spot of love or sacrifice you show, your soul becomes pure and your magic increases to 3x as much. This is why darkness shall never prevail over light. Never forget or you too could perish at evil's door." Merlin's word echoed through her. Never had he been more right and more wrong at the same time.
She had grown to love Merlin like a father, much like Harry had become so fond of Sirius. He treated her as both a daughter and an apprentice and because of this love it brought Sonura to an early, undeserved end.
Working one morning on a disarming potion, Sonura was caught off guard by a man who exited from the woods. His face deep red with anger that seemed unjustifiable.
She asked him what was wrong but his only answer was bringing his wand up to eye-level. It wasn't pointed at her but at Merlin. He was not mad at her but at something he had done.
"You were supposed to help her. She wasn't supposed to die." The man's voice choked up with tears and anger. "You didn't...... you didn't help her, you killed her."
Sonura stared dead into his eyes and could see nothing to suggest he was lying but she knew Merlin and that wasn't him.
"I'm gonna make you pay. I'll give you something even worse than death. I'll give you eternal waiting for someone with as much power as you." He spoke sinisterly but was saddened at the same time.
'That could never happen........... only I pass him and that is because he taught me all he knew." Sonura thoughts dragged on as she watched this treachery unfold.
"Eternalis non requiescere" The man shouted. Sonura watched as a purple and blue light sparked from his wand. She knew Merlin would not survive nor escape this treachery so she did the only thing she could. She dove and took the hit. The man was gone long before her body reached the ground but his face was burned into her mind.
She watched her soul separate from the broken body beneath her and uttered one last thing to her mentor.
"You were wrong. Light only triumphs over darkness with the sacrificing of many lives. Thank you."
Present...............
She felt the body begin to wage war on her. It began twisting within and she was jolted from power. "Thank you" she thought and let Harry's soul take control. She knew it would not be an indefinite trade.
Harry jerked awake but his body had become numb. He managed to lift himself and make it to the entrance of Hogwarts. All the time he clutched his side in pain.
Not just pain but fear. Tonight was the Blue Moon and that meant only one thing. His suppressed nightmares would come charging into a battle Harry knew he would lose. Any Blue Moon or 2 months time triggered this and the Blue moon had come a month too early for him. He wished time could stand still and never would he have to face such damnable " He gasped and felt his body go cold and lose life. He just wished it was gone but these demons had just begun to torment him.
His breath a steel blue, his eyes glossed over, and each tear froze before it hit the ground. "No, not........" He started but silence over took Harry and the merging of the two souls had begun deep within Harry. He had no idea of anyone but himself residing inside.
Electricity surged through him. Surrounded by darkness, he had no where to escape to. His wand flew from his hand and hovered near him. Harry lifted unconsciously off the ground, hanging mid-air, as he had done it before. But something was different. A blue and silver whirlwind swallowed him and exploded with power. Harry separated from his body.
Two souls emerged from the lifeless body now on the ground and the true battle began. Both spirits held enough power to fight to the death. The only problem is both would end up dead. Harry had no idea who the spirit was and he figured it was safer to back away from it slowly. As if it were his mirror image, the spirit did the same.
It probably would have worked if not for one unexpected and undesired surprise. They had been enclosed in a spiritual shell made from their power and life force. Electricity brought him back to reality, or so to speak. Being a soul, trapped and clueless, is not quite the reality he wished to see.
The electricity sent a shock through them both and helped Harry get a clear vision of the phantom that had materialized before him. A white aura surrounded this ghost and his eyes fell upon a young lady.
She seemed only a few years older than Harry as he watched the light radiate her skin. She had wispy, blonde hair that trailed down to her waist and the most gorgeous pink eyes he had ever seen. She was definitely a beauty.
'Wow' his mind screamed. 'If only I knew where she came from' "Who are you?" he mouthed but no sound came out.
Harry moved closer to her and she to him. Their gazes never faltering. Stopping within arms length of each other she reached out. Together their fingertips touched, one by one. The instant they connected they repelled each other backwards. Harry returned to his body in a swirl of light, which contained himself and her.
He sat up, cautiously, but as soon as he moved his arms, to get up, the entrance, from the Quidditch Pitch to Hogwarts, exploded in a confined space of glory. The old grey brick crumbled and dropped hard and fast. Harry was caught off guard and was unable to get out of the way quick enough. His legs became trapped beneath the rubble. As exhaustion and pain brought him to the brink of unconsciousness, he involuntarily yelled a spell that meant nothing to him but everything to HER.
"Eternalis non requiescere" The words drilled in to the little amount of wall left and Harry gave in to darkness.
The wee hours had come and gone yet n still no one knew where Harry was. It wasn't until breakfast that Ron found him. Even that was by pure accident. He had just finished a fight with Malfoy for calling Hermione a mudblood yet again. He had stalked off with Hermione on his heels when he saw the wreckage and ran to see what had happened. Much to his horror he found his best mate underneath it all.
"Bloody Hell. 'mione go get help and make it fast." Ron screamed
"What is it?" she asked as she reached Ron's side.
"No, you go get help. I can start trying to get stuff off him." She stated trying to stay calm. It was a heinous sight seeing her friend trapped and facing the possibility that he was not alive under the wreckage.
Ron didn't even try to argue with her. He took off to find a professor that could help. The students who heard the commotion gathered around but they did very little to help. Much to the surprise of everyone, Draco Malfoy was the only one to step forward and help. He didn't say anything, looked no one in the face, and just did what ever came to mind he thought would help. If that was not a big enough shock, he had showed up alone. Hermione was too worried about Harry to object but thought it a little odd on both accounts. She didn't know where his goons were and frankly, right now, she couldn't care less.
Only a couple minutes after Ron left, he returned with Professors Snape and Flitwick behind him. By now Hermione and Draco had gotten the bricks off him. Putting down the last set of hovering bricks, Hermione rushed down to Harry's colorless, still body. Professor Flitwick knelt down, grabbed Harry's wrist, and was relieved to find a faint, staggering pulse.
Frantically, the teachers hurried Harry to the health room, only allowing Ron and Hermione in to see him. News spread of what had happened and the fear level amongst students began to rise. Rumors flew about who could have done this but no one really knew. You-Know-Who was the one everyone believed to have done. The thought of another attack so close only brought more anxiety and alarm than needed. But of all the rumors, No one guessed it had actually been the result of one of their own.
Madam Pomfrey tried everything to try and jump start Harry. She was able to stabilize his pulse but he was gone. Laying in a coma, the only thing anyone could do was wait. It was up to Harry to come through this. She fixed his broken bones but he would still have some nasty bruises when he awoke.
Dumbledore tried to calm the teachers and keep as much of this under wraps as possible. Unfortunately, having an entrance way in ruins was not something that escaped the students' minds. As everyone brainstormed possible theories, Ron and Hermione sat together by Harry's side. They talked to him, cried for him, and just hoped that he would wake up soon. They were more afraid of him dying that he was. They figured it was you-Know-Who and they just hoped that he would survive this attack as he had some many times before.
"Mione, we have to go back to the tower." Ron ran his hand across Hermione's cheeks to rid them of so many warm tears.
"No, We can't leave him." She whispered in a hoarse voice.
"Dumbledore said we needed to get rest for classes tomorrow. Come on." Ron stood up and held out his hand to Hermione. She accepted knowing he was right and they headed for the door. Ron looked back at his best mate one more time and headed out of the infirmary, back to Gryffindor tower.
Harry had no change in status after a long week. He was still quiet with no movement. Ron and Hermione came as much as they could and with each passing day their fear grew bigger. On night, after they had gone to bed, they were not his only guests. Another boy came to visit him. It may have taken him a week to show up but most figured that would be the last place, in Muggle and the Magical world, where he would show up. Oddly, he felt he had to be there.
Draco sat at Harry's side and just stared at his motionless foe. He felt sorry for Harry but he was still trying to figure out why. Since the day they met, they despised each other and never gave it a second thought. They would go out of the way to get the other in trouble or intimidate each other with insults and duels. But today, all Draco saw was a helpless boy. That was, until, Draco triggered his awakening.
Harry jolted awake with no provocation or action by Malfoy. Only he wasn't himself. Malfoy couldn't place it but he was definitely not his normal, tongue-biting self.
At first, Harry didn't even notice Draco. Draco tried to slip away without being noticed but that didn't work. The minute he began to move, Harry's head shot to his direction.
Harry's face was covered in pure shock and disgust. But the way he stared at Draco crept him out and it was almost as if Draco was a total stranger and not his school foe.
"You" Harry screamed at Draco for what seemed like no reason at all. It seemed to come from nowhere.
"What are you talking about Potter?" Draco was lost to what was going on.
"You killed me...... I've waited 100 years to get you!!" Harry jumped off his bed causing Draco to fall out of his chair. He moved backwards, trying to get away, but Harry waved his hand and the infirmary door shut with a bang.
"You cursed me and you're gonna pay." It was clear Sonura was in charge of Harry's body, unrevealed to anyone else, but she could barely control the amount of magic inside this teenage boy. So she resorted to the next best thing. Mortal fist fights.
Harry stepped forward, faced Draco, and hit him square in the face. He had one hell of a shiner thanks to her.
"No......I won't let go until he dies....." Harry said to no one. Sonura had been a powerful witch in life but after death she was like any other soul. This boy was determined to kick her out but she would fight him to a second death. Harry's soul finally wrestled back control and couldn't remember any of what happened.
Draco looked at him with true fear in his eyes. Harry stepped down to help him but Draco just slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me you psycho." He spit at Harry and reached his feet. He ran out the door you'd think someone had lit a fire beneath his feet.
"What was that about?" He said calm yet confused. He couldn't really see where he was but he had a sense he had done something to land back in the infirmary, for two reasons. His whole body ached like it had been hit with the Knight Bus and the fact that he couldn't recall anything from the last week or so. So he laid down for, what he knew would be, an unrestful sleep.
A/N: Hope this chapter was long enough for everybody. Sorry it took so long to post but I've been workin on this for 5 days and now I have finished. I am working on chapter 10 as we speak. I'm still hopin for more reviews so I know if it is good or not. If people don't like it then I might pull it.......(Just kidding, I know some of you are having heart attacks right now so I'll stop.) I'll update as soon as possible. Thanx ahead a times for reviews.