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"Is this a pensieve?" asked Harry.
"Yes, Harry. And it contains the memories of every single moment that had ever passed inside of the walls and grounds around Hogwarts. You can cast a spell as you go in that will allow you to interact with the people that are held inside. I would like for you to go back to the time of the founders to train."
"Why?" asked Harry.
"Because, to defeat Voldemort, you will need more power than you have now, and every new power that you get may bring you closer to his defeat," explained Dumbledore.
"Ok," said Harry, but before he could walk towards the pensieve, a voice rang out.
"Stop! Harry, you must come with me!"
"Huh?" said Harry, in response to the voice. Turning around, he came face to face with a beautiful woman, dressed in blinding white. A aura of pure white surrounded her, occasionally pulsing outward in expanding loops.
"Who are you?" questioned Dumbledore.
"One who would help Harry fulfil his destiny, not only to defeat the being known as Voldemort, but to push evil's grip away from this world," responded the Lady, her voice seemed to echo in Harry's mind. It was so drenched in magic that it felt as if it broke on his skin when she talked.
"What do you mean, push back evil's grip?" questioned Harry.
"Harry, you are special. Special beyond anything that these mortal beings can know. As a babe, you were able to survive a curse that killed wizards that were supposedly more powerful than you. Dumbledore has explained that your parents love repelled the Killing curse. But that is not wholly true, you cannot be killed by something as weak as a mortal's spell, for you are stronger than any normal mortal."
"What do you mean?" asked Dumbledore and Harry at the same time.
"You, Harry, are the last of a race, once thought extinct. You are the last Avatar of Light, but what is really shocking is that you also have the blood of an Avatar of Nature pounding through your veins," explained the Lady.
"I'm not powerful, I'm just an average wizard, nothing special," responded Harry in disbelief.
"Really? And there is nothing special about you. Nothing that you can do that nobody else can?" asked the Lady.
"Well I can fly better than most and I was able to produce a corporeal Patronus, but that's it," said Harry.
"The Patronus is a weak imitation of some of the Avatar of Light's power. It is nothing compared to what you really can do. Your love of flying is testament to the blood of Nature in you."
"But that still hasn't explained why his power hasn't shown itself," said Dumbledore, after coming out of deep meditation. "If he really had this so called power, wouldn't it have made itself known?"
"You made sure that it didn't. You moved in to see who had killed the one you could not, and when you found a babe with extraordinary magic, you sealed him from it, allowing you to stay as the top of the wizarding world. You have used Harry to further your own agenda, to increase your power."
"THIS IS LUDICROUS!" bellowed Dumbledore, doing a rather good impression of Vernon Dursley.
"No," responded the Lady, her voice instantly quelling Dumbledore's anger. "What is ludicrous is your blatant manipulation of a child! Or the mental possession of his friends and their family!"
"WHAT!" roared Harry. Looking over, Harry noticed that this new topic had caused Dumbledore to go pale.
"Let's start with Arthur Weasely, you have openly controlled him through a version of the Imperious Curse, Molly Weasely has had anger implanted in her thoughts, causing her uncontrollable temper. Bill Weasely isn't being manipulated mentally, but by Fleur Delacore, his soon to be wife, whom he has no power to resist because of her veela blood. Charlie Weasely isn't possessed, but he's so far away that he had no influence here. The twins were being held down with large doses of immaturity, but they were both able to fight it off. Your friend Ronald is being controlled through his jealousy towards you. It has turned from mild jealousy to full blown jealous hatred. Ginny was being controlled openly, through Riddle's diary, but you disposed of that and your magic, without knowledge, has protected her from any other attempts upon her mind."
"You're full of it lady!" said Dumbledore. "You have no idea what you are talking about. Leave this place now."
"You have no power to make me leave!" responded the Lady cooly.
"What about Hermione?" asked Harry nervously. "And my other friends?"
"Hermione...," the Lady quietly pondered over what to say. "Hermione has been spying on you since first year for money. Haven't you ever wondered where she gets all of her money if her parents are "muggles"? Or how she got a time turner when most people out of the Ministry aren't even allowed one? She tells Dumbledore all of your actions, for money."
"Now Harry, you can't really believe this lady. She's a liar!" said Dumbledore nervously.
"But you know, it all fits. It explains all of everyone's actions, and their strange actions. She's telling me the whole truth, not beating around the bush. Especially about the prophecy!" said Harry coldly.
"Now Harry..." started Dumbledore.
"NO! YOU ARE A SCHEMING OLD MAN WHO ONLY THINKS OF HIMSELF! IT'S YOUR FAULT SIRIUS IS DEAD AND YOUR FAULT THAT VOLDEMORT IS STILL AROUND!"
"Now Harry, you can't..."
"CAN'T I? IF YOU HAD GOTTEN OFF YOUR LAZY BUTT LONG AGO AND DONE SOMETHING WHEN H WAS AT HOGWARTS THEN HE WOULD HAVE NEVER GOTTEN OUT TO BECOME A DARK LORD. OR THE COUNTLESS OTHER TIMES THAT YOU PROBABLY HAVE SEEN HIM SINCE THEN."
"You are a disgrace to the light!" said Harry coldly. "Ma'am, I wish to come with you," this last was directed to the Lady.
"NO. If I can't have you, nobody will!" with this, he made a move for his wand. Fear radiating through out him, Harry clamped his eyes shut, waiting for the curse to hit, for nobody was as fast as Dumbledore.
When the spell didn't come, Harry opened his eyes to find that a pure white shield was separating him from Dumbledore, and a light green shell was surrounding his body.
"You shall not harm him," said the Lady, her words reverberating off of the walls.
"HE BELONGS TO ME. AS HIS PARENTS BEFORE HIM AND THEIR'S BEFORE THEM! THEY ALL BELONGED TO ME!" said Dumbledore, his voice now a metallic-like representation of a woman's.
"I should have known. Reveal yourself, Morgan Le Fay, stealer of Excalibur. You who would rob the Philosopher's Stone from its hilt."
"It is too late," said Dumbledore, as his body twisted and crumpled until it shifted into the form of a lady with long black hair and white skin. Her robes seamed to be centuries old and billowed out without any wind. "The Philosopher's Stone is mine along with immortality. Mordred shall reign supreme. That is, when I kill you, Harry!"
Suddenly, a pale green light erupted from her Morgan's hands, enclosing them in a glow that mimicked the Avada Kedavra curse. She raised her right hand and a whip of magic shot forth, striking the white shield in front of Harry. With two more strikes, the shield shattered and the sickly green magic looped around the emerald shell protecting Harry.
"Do you really think that this pitiful excuse for a shield will save you? When your own parents could not even save their own lives?" laughed Morgan.
"You were there?" asked Harry, his voice faltering in fear.
"You don't think that Voldemort would be able to kill two Avatars, did you? Even with their powers bound he was nothing compared to them. I killed them both, draining the life from their bodies," she laughed at this, causing a sick echo to fill the room.
"You're the cause of my life of pain, of never being able to find someone to love. Of always having to fear for people who get too close to me. ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Harry finished this off yelling. Harry concentrated, pulling fifteen years of pain, fear, loneliness, and anger from the depths of his mind. He forced all of this into a tight ball in his mind, and raising his hand, he forced the ball towards Morgan with every fiber of concentration he had.
A light of pure emerald filled the room. Morgan Le Fay was thrown from where she stood against the wall, where the green magic surrounded her body. Making a claw with his hand, Harry felt the magic constrict around Morgan Le Fay's body, until her screams filled the room. Suddenly, she seemed to be drawn into a single point, smaller and smaller, until she was gone.
"She fled, for your newly released magic was too strong for her," said the Lady, but she was talking to herself as Harry had passed out from all of the exertion.
"You will do well, young one. Never doubt yourself, for only then shall you fall."
Sorry it took so long to update, I have been busy, and I wasn't sure that anyone was reading. Obviously there are a few, so I will keep going. Thanks for the praise, I'll try to update sooner, but nothing guaranteed before the New Year.
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