I do not own Harry Potter.
I apologies, this is 'hot off the press' and has not been proofread.
Another Short Shot
Forever and a Day
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"I'm sorry," Harry said quietly. He didn't want Voldermort to think that he was apologizing to him. No, Harry was apologizing to all of his friends. Sirrius, Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, Ginny. Ginny, the girl he loved. He promised that he would defeat Voldermort and return to them. He promised her that he would return. But he knew he couldn't. Voldermort was the second most powerful magic user in all of history. Merlin barely came in third. There was no way to kill Voldermort without something drastic. Even Harry Potter, the most powerful magic user in history, Master Level Mage, Elemental, Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, could not defeat him without doing something drastic.
Harry had created the spell himself. Use the right ink, right type of paper, bind the book correctly, give it a correct incantation, and describe the wand, staff, and or hand movements correctly. These were the steps to create a spell. But, doesn't mean that it works. For it to work, one had to describe the spell correctly. Every minor detail had to be described in the spellbook. The spell had to be described scientifically. Everything from the exact wavelength of the spell light, to the way the magic affected the internal magic any creature it was supposed to affect, to what it would do if it didn't hit its target. Every minor detail had to be described.
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The spell Harry created was the first of it's kind. Some spells used so much magical energy that the user became a muggle. But Harry's required more power. It cost him all of his magical energy. But even muggles have some magic in them. It is necessary for life.
In short, Harry was willingly giving his life to stop Voldermort. After whispering the apology to his friends, he put a little magic into a whisper of "I Love You," that he knew Ginny would hear, before casting the spell.
Voldermort, mind, body, and soul, were forever gone from the face of the Earth.
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Harry walked around the forest slowly. He didn't want anyone to see him.
"So I died because of using all my magical energy to cast the spell, but the spell transferred Voldermort's energy into me. Great, just bloody wonderful! I'm a ghost with more power than Merlin!"
Harry was angry. He had been prepared to die. He was, in a way, looking forward to it. Once he knew that he was, he didn't want to wait. He also had been looking forward to seeing his parents. But he was not expecting to be a ghost.
However, what he was really not expecting was to have his magic still intact. Ghosts are primarily semi-transparent, and wholly intangible. So far he had found himself able to turn completely visible, or invisible, and completely tangible. He could still cast magic, and found his energy recharging even faster then before. He could still change into all of his animagus forms, all of which had the same ghostly constraints.
"Guess the recharge is faster because I don't have to worry about keeping myself alive, or overloading my body."
There was one thing he was sure of. He could never go home. He couldn't bear for Ginny to see him like this . . . and he knew that she would try to become a ghost too, just so she could spend eternity with him. He couldn't allow that. But where to go?
Harry shut his eyes and disappeared.
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"Professor, I was wondering if I might stay in the castle for a few years?" Harry asked as he popped into the headmaster's office. He didn't bother turning visible, just yet.
"Who . . . who's there?" The headmaster looked up, not seeing anyone.
"Just me. Just a friendly ghost who isn't bound to any place like most seem to be. In fact, I'm not even bound by time. You see; I came here, to the past, because my parents are currently students in this school. I would like to meet them, even if they don't know that I am their son." Harry appeared in his semi-translucent form, sitting across the desk from the headmaster.
"And who are your parents?"
"Now, now, that would be telling." Harry said with a smirk.
"You look . . ."
"Young?" Harry interrupted. "Yes, I was 16 when I died."
"How did you?"
"Voldermort."
"So he is still around in, what, 35 years?"
"More like 25. But he disappeared for about 13 years. He was almost defeated, but came back weaker than ever, but quickly amassed more power than Merlin had."
"Who could defeat such . . . "
"I did. I died as the price of the spell that took Voldermort's immortality, magical power, and life all together."
"No such spell . . . "
"If there isn't a spell that does what you want done, write your own."
"But you said he was more powerful than Merlin?"
"And I was more powerful than the two of them combined. I once went back in time and defeated Merlin in a friendly duel, with my hands tied behind my back and my eyes blindfolded. On a dare, of course."
"So much power for a sixteen year old. To be able to defeat Voldermort . . ."
"I wasn't given a choice. From the day I found out I was a wizard I was treated like a hero. I was expected too. Voldermort nearly died because he tried to kill me as a baby. I was a celebrity for eleven years; eleven years that I didn't know I was a wizard. And when I found out . . . Olivander told me that he believed that the world should expect great things from me. My wand contains the other Fawks feather. Twin wands, Voldermort and I. I had to duel with him at the age of fourteen. After several rounds of the crutatious curse, and seeing one of my friends killed by the man that betrayed my parents and I to Voldermort. Priori Incantem, the link between twin wands. The ghosts of all those that he Voldermort killed came out of his wand and distracted him long enough for me to get back to the port key that had trapped me there.
"I kept him from getting the philosopher's stone when I was eleven. I destroyed his pet, the basilisk in the chamber of secrets when I was twelve. Became a Mage less than two months after my duel with Voldermort. I killed death eaters, and another managed to hide the fact that they were death eaters and put me on trial. My only luck was that he was trying to impress his master . . . who didn't know what was going on until he shattered the apparition barrier protecting the MOM headquarters, and found me there on trial. I was released, and the minister was removed from office, via his fifth floor window, because I had told him that Voldermort . . . do you mind not wincing when I say his name?
"I had told him what happened during the time I was captured and had to duel with Voldermort. He interrogated me, without anyone qualified to do so there . . . he had been put into the minister-ship because those ahead of him had been killed off one by one during Voldermort's first reign. He called me insane and didn't even bother to tell any one qualified to process the information anything other than that I had had one too many spiked pumpkin juice."
"You have had a hard life."
"I had a hard life. Ghost, remember?"
"Um, yes. Sorry about that. Oh, the head boy and head girl . . . "
Harry decided that maybe he had said a little to much, with a wave of his hand . . .
"Um, who are you?"
"A ghost. I would like to stay here in the castle for a year or two. I died in the forbidden forest, spent a good amount of time wandering there before realizing that I wasn't actually bound there." Harry decided not to tell him that he was from the future, or that the implied years of wandering the forest were not even days, much less years.
"Oh, I guess. By Merlin, look at the time. The head boy and girl should be here in a moment. You may stay, they should probably know that there will be a new ghost."
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"Ms. Evans, Mr. Potter, welcome."
"Professor." Lilly Evans responded.
"Grandfather . . . Sorry. Professor." James Potter responded.
Lilly looked over at the Head Boy.
"He is your Grandfather?" Lilly asked him.
He is my great grandfather? Harry, who was invisible at the moment, thought.
"Yes, but we are supposed to keep it professional during the school year. I hear my mother had a really hard time, with her father as the head of her house and teacher. Besides, Lills . . . "
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that POTTER?"
"I don't know, Lills, ask again and maybe you will have reached the number."
"Uh. I can't believe that I have to work with you . . . you stupid oaf."
"Stupid oaf . . . "
"Both of you! Are you the head boy and girl, or first years?"
"Sorry Professor." Lilly responded. "Sorry Potter."
"Sir, Lilly." James nodded his head to each of them.
"Very well. Harry, you may . . . Now where did he go?"
"Who is Harry?" James asked.
"A ghost that is now living in the school."
"Someone died here recently?" Lilly asked, with a gasp.
"No, he says that he died in the forbidden forest, and found after being stuck there for some time that he wasn't bound there. Hadn't even bothered to try, figuring that he was. Anyway, he has asked to live here for a while, and I agreed. Now, where is he?"
They looked around, but couldn't find him. Finally, Dumbledore noticed. Fawks was perched on nothing.
"Harry, how is it that you can turn invisible and tangible enough for Fawks to perch on your shoulder?"
The head boy and girl spun around and looked just as Harry made himself slightly visable.
"Don't know. Hello, Lilly, James. I'm Harry." Harry said, extending his hand.
Lilly and James didn't know what to do. Ghosts felt, at best, like thick air. Couldn't hold anything. Couldn't touch anything. Cold too. James was first.
James cautiously took the ghost's hand. However, instead of passing right through it, he found it almost completely solid. More like shaking hands with a thick pudding. And even stranger, it wasn't cold. He realized that he was staring at his hand, so he looked up, smiled at the ghost, and spoke.
"Hi."
Lilly then shook his hand. She too was surprised.
"Hello."
"Nice to meet both of you." Harry responded.
"Forgive me but you look our age. What happened?"
"You both are 17?"
"Yes."
"I was 16."
"Oh Merlin, I'm sorry."
Harry decided to play this a little. When he told Dumbledore about dueling with Merlin, he told the truth. He had gone to the past and dueled him, at a time when he was in his prime. But stretch it a little. . .
"Merlin? Merlin Lightmage? Why would you say 'Oh Merlin'?"
(((AN: I made up the last name.)))
"Merlin, as in the father of modern magic. I believed that he read somewhere that his last name was Lightmage. Why?"
"So the kid that lost every duel that we faced each other in, is now considered the father of modern magic. Great. I must have been in the forest longer than I thought."
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Despite the fact that this kinda goes against the 'Short Shots' rules, this will have a second part. Read, Review.
DO YOU WANT TO WRITE THIS INTO A FULL STORY? JUST ASK IN A REVIEW! ALL SHORT SHOTS ARE UP FOR ADOPTION.
I apologies, this is 'hot off the press' and has not been proofread.
Another Short Shot
Forever and a Day
*
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*
*
"I'm sorry," Harry said quietly. He didn't want Voldermort to think that he was apologizing to him. No, Harry was apologizing to all of his friends. Sirrius, Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, Ginny. Ginny, the girl he loved. He promised that he would defeat Voldermort and return to them. He promised her that he would return. But he knew he couldn't. Voldermort was the second most powerful magic user in all of history. Merlin barely came in third. There was no way to kill Voldermort without something drastic. Even Harry Potter, the most powerful magic user in history, Master Level Mage, Elemental, Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, could not defeat him without doing something drastic.
Harry had created the spell himself. Use the right ink, right type of paper, bind the book correctly, give it a correct incantation, and describe the wand, staff, and or hand movements correctly. These were the steps to create a spell. But, doesn't mean that it works. For it to work, one had to describe the spell correctly. Every minor detail had to be described in the spellbook. The spell had to be described scientifically. Everything from the exact wavelength of the spell light, to the way the magic affected the internal magic any creature it was supposed to affect, to what it would do if it didn't hit its target. Every minor detail had to be described.
*
The spell Harry created was the first of it's kind. Some spells used so much magical energy that the user became a muggle. But Harry's required more power. It cost him all of his magical energy. But even muggles have some magic in them. It is necessary for life.
In short, Harry was willingly giving his life to stop Voldermort. After whispering the apology to his friends, he put a little magic into a whisper of "I Love You," that he knew Ginny would hear, before casting the spell.
Voldermort, mind, body, and soul, were forever gone from the face of the Earth.
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*
Harry walked around the forest slowly. He didn't want anyone to see him.
"So I died because of using all my magical energy to cast the spell, but the spell transferred Voldermort's energy into me. Great, just bloody wonderful! I'm a ghost with more power than Merlin!"
Harry was angry. He had been prepared to die. He was, in a way, looking forward to it. Once he knew that he was, he didn't want to wait. He also had been looking forward to seeing his parents. But he was not expecting to be a ghost.
However, what he was really not expecting was to have his magic still intact. Ghosts are primarily semi-transparent, and wholly intangible. So far he had found himself able to turn completely visible, or invisible, and completely tangible. He could still cast magic, and found his energy recharging even faster then before. He could still change into all of his animagus forms, all of which had the same ghostly constraints.
"Guess the recharge is faster because I don't have to worry about keeping myself alive, or overloading my body."
There was one thing he was sure of. He could never go home. He couldn't bear for Ginny to see him like this . . . and he knew that she would try to become a ghost too, just so she could spend eternity with him. He couldn't allow that. But where to go?
Harry shut his eyes and disappeared.
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"Professor, I was wondering if I might stay in the castle for a few years?" Harry asked as he popped into the headmaster's office. He didn't bother turning visible, just yet.
"Who . . . who's there?" The headmaster looked up, not seeing anyone.
"Just me. Just a friendly ghost who isn't bound to any place like most seem to be. In fact, I'm not even bound by time. You see; I came here, to the past, because my parents are currently students in this school. I would like to meet them, even if they don't know that I am their son." Harry appeared in his semi-translucent form, sitting across the desk from the headmaster.
"And who are your parents?"
"Now, now, that would be telling." Harry said with a smirk.
"You look . . ."
"Young?" Harry interrupted. "Yes, I was 16 when I died."
"How did you?"
"Voldermort."
"So he is still around in, what, 35 years?"
"More like 25. But he disappeared for about 13 years. He was almost defeated, but came back weaker than ever, but quickly amassed more power than Merlin had."
"Who could defeat such . . . "
"I did. I died as the price of the spell that took Voldermort's immortality, magical power, and life all together."
"No such spell . . . "
"If there isn't a spell that does what you want done, write your own."
"But you said he was more powerful than Merlin?"
"And I was more powerful than the two of them combined. I once went back in time and defeated Merlin in a friendly duel, with my hands tied behind my back and my eyes blindfolded. On a dare, of course."
"So much power for a sixteen year old. To be able to defeat Voldermort . . ."
"I wasn't given a choice. From the day I found out I was a wizard I was treated like a hero. I was expected too. Voldermort nearly died because he tried to kill me as a baby. I was a celebrity for eleven years; eleven years that I didn't know I was a wizard. And when I found out . . . Olivander told me that he believed that the world should expect great things from me. My wand contains the other Fawks feather. Twin wands, Voldermort and I. I had to duel with him at the age of fourteen. After several rounds of the crutatious curse, and seeing one of my friends killed by the man that betrayed my parents and I to Voldermort. Priori Incantem, the link between twin wands. The ghosts of all those that he Voldermort killed came out of his wand and distracted him long enough for me to get back to the port key that had trapped me there.
"I kept him from getting the philosopher's stone when I was eleven. I destroyed his pet, the basilisk in the chamber of secrets when I was twelve. Became a Mage less than two months after my duel with Voldermort. I killed death eaters, and another managed to hide the fact that they were death eaters and put me on trial. My only luck was that he was trying to impress his master . . . who didn't know what was going on until he shattered the apparition barrier protecting the MOM headquarters, and found me there on trial. I was released, and the minister was removed from office, via his fifth floor window, because I had told him that Voldermort . . . do you mind not wincing when I say his name?
"I had told him what happened during the time I was captured and had to duel with Voldermort. He interrogated me, without anyone qualified to do so there . . . he had been put into the minister-ship because those ahead of him had been killed off one by one during Voldermort's first reign. He called me insane and didn't even bother to tell any one qualified to process the information anything other than that I had had one too many spiked pumpkin juice."
"You have had a hard life."
"I had a hard life. Ghost, remember?"
"Um, yes. Sorry about that. Oh, the head boy and head girl . . . "
Harry decided that maybe he had said a little to much, with a wave of his hand . . .
"Um, who are you?"
"A ghost. I would like to stay here in the castle for a year or two. I died in the forbidden forest, spent a good amount of time wandering there before realizing that I wasn't actually bound there." Harry decided not to tell him that he was from the future, or that the implied years of wandering the forest were not even days, much less years.
"Oh, I guess. By Merlin, look at the time. The head boy and girl should be here in a moment. You may stay, they should probably know that there will be a new ghost."
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"Ms. Evans, Mr. Potter, welcome."
"Professor." Lilly Evans responded.
"Grandfather . . . Sorry. Professor." James Potter responded.
Lilly looked over at the Head Boy.
"He is your Grandfather?" Lilly asked him.
He is my great grandfather? Harry, who was invisible at the moment, thought.
"Yes, but we are supposed to keep it professional during the school year. I hear my mother had a really hard time, with her father as the head of her house and teacher. Besides, Lills . . . "
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that POTTER?"
"I don't know, Lills, ask again and maybe you will have reached the number."
"Uh. I can't believe that I have to work with you . . . you stupid oaf."
"Stupid oaf . . . "
"Both of you! Are you the head boy and girl, or first years?"
"Sorry Professor." Lilly responded. "Sorry Potter."
"Sir, Lilly." James nodded his head to each of them.
"Very well. Harry, you may . . . Now where did he go?"
"Who is Harry?" James asked.
"A ghost that is now living in the school."
"Someone died here recently?" Lilly asked, with a gasp.
"No, he says that he died in the forbidden forest, and found after being stuck there for some time that he wasn't bound there. Hadn't even bothered to try, figuring that he was. Anyway, he has asked to live here for a while, and I agreed. Now, where is he?"
They looked around, but couldn't find him. Finally, Dumbledore noticed. Fawks was perched on nothing.
"Harry, how is it that you can turn invisible and tangible enough for Fawks to perch on your shoulder?"
The head boy and girl spun around and looked just as Harry made himself slightly visable.
"Don't know. Hello, Lilly, James. I'm Harry." Harry said, extending his hand.
Lilly and James didn't know what to do. Ghosts felt, at best, like thick air. Couldn't hold anything. Couldn't touch anything. Cold too. James was first.
James cautiously took the ghost's hand. However, instead of passing right through it, he found it almost completely solid. More like shaking hands with a thick pudding. And even stranger, it wasn't cold. He realized that he was staring at his hand, so he looked up, smiled at the ghost, and spoke.
"Hi."
Lilly then shook his hand. She too was surprised.
"Hello."
"Nice to meet both of you." Harry responded.
"Forgive me but you look our age. What happened?"
"You both are 17?"
"Yes."
"I was 16."
"Oh Merlin, I'm sorry."
Harry decided to play this a little. When he told Dumbledore about dueling with Merlin, he told the truth. He had gone to the past and dueled him, at a time when he was in his prime. But stretch it a little. . .
"Merlin? Merlin Lightmage? Why would you say 'Oh Merlin'?"
(((AN: I made up the last name.)))
"Merlin, as in the father of modern magic. I believed that he read somewhere that his last name was Lightmage. Why?"
"So the kid that lost every duel that we faced each other in, is now considered the father of modern magic. Great. I must have been in the forest longer than I thought."
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*
Despite the fact that this kinda goes against the 'Short Shots' rules, this will have a second part. Read, Review.
DO YOU WANT TO WRITE THIS INTO A FULL STORY? JUST ASK IN A REVIEW! ALL SHORT SHOTS ARE UP FOR ADOPTION.