Summary: Continues right after HBP (including spoilers). Harry is about to leave Hogwarts for good by himself against the will of his friends when a memory of something Dumbledore said before pops into his mind. Deciding to take action based on this memory, Harry decides to remain at Hogwarts for a while longer and train a bit more before going into the world on his own. What he discovers afterwards about himself and the world marks the beginning of a war of unimaginable proportions. This is a story inspired by Warcraft 3, Reign of Chaos. Also, bits of other shows and books are involved such as Matrix, Lord of The Rings, and Full Metal Alchemist (not enough to actually make it a crossover).
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter
Arthur's Note: I know… really late… can't talk… want to get chapter out… sorry… really busy… can't waste time on things like this… hopefully one more chapter before break ends (still have lots of homework to do)
The Gathering Series Book One
The Gathering Twilight
Chapter Eight:
Chaos AssimilationLight, that was all there was to see. It wasn't white, or any other colour that can be seen by the naked human eye. Perhaps it was a different wavelength, or at least that's what scientists would say. Perhaps it was some kind of mutation, as the more imaginative would say. Perhaps it was caused by mass pollution, as the environmentalists would say. But none of their opinions matter. None of them were here. None of them are here. And none of them will ever come here. This was a void universe, something that holds nothing special other than communication between dimensions and refuge for loners.
It was here that Dumbledore stood, head high, addressing his superior before him. The Lich King; he wasn't what most people would have imagined him as, either an extremely old necromancer or giant skeleton. No, he looked about as average as the next human. Well, at least in a similar shape. This was his human form.
His skin was pure white and looked rather fragile, so much so that you would wonder if the slightest breeze would rip him apart. Actually, scratch that, his entire being was white. Hair, eyes, veins, etc., all of it was white. In fact, the only non-white on him was a marking in the middle of his forehead. That was red. It looked like a crescent moon rotated so that it looked like a "U" with a star in its caress and several triangles surrounding its curve making it look more like a sun.
His mark was matched equally of Dumbledore's forehead, or rather, his image, but in a pale blue colour. From their stance, it would seem that they treated each other as equals, but if anyone truly knew the aged headmaster, they would see that he was submissive, ready to fulfill what his superior had for him to do. "You have called? King Lich?" He asked, starting the conversation with his summoner.
"Indeed. The essence of chaos has talked to me, now is the time to break him." Lich replied, in an almost silent voice. Seeing the hesitation in Dumbledore's eyes, he gave him a small encouraging smile, understanding the trouble. "You are concerned for him yes? It is as if he was your family, which I suppose isn't that far from the truth." Dumbledore looked shocked for a moment, a truly memorable expression on his face, before replying. "Sire? What do you mean?"
Lich smiled a bit before shaking his head in the negative. "No, no, not like that. There is no relation between you and Harry Potter in physical blood. However, you are both… results… of chaos. You are the messenger, and he is the avatar, being prepared for his destiny and the chaotic energies that belong to him alone."
Dumbledore nodded a bit before opening his mouth. He was about to say something, but he paused in hesitation, not knowing how to voice his concern. "You are wondering why I can speak of affection without any spite or hate. I am correct yes?" Once again, Dumbledore nodded, not knowing what to say.
Lich gave off a small sigh before waving his and a mirror made of frost appeared. "It is true that I have hated affection before this. In fact, I hated all emotions other than fear and anger.
Mirror display: children cowering in a corner crying while a gruesome looking man looms over them, face red in unleashed fury
In fact, looking back, I think I might have loved those emotions. I still do, mind you, but now I see the truth. All thanks to chaos of course.
Mirror display: volcanic cavern where a giant stone door stands
Now, chaos is a part of you and I, even though it was in the world in all its aspects for so long.
Mirror display: Lich without head mark appearing at the door, touching it and seemingly being zapped with red lightning.
I was marked, and as my subordinates, so were all you Liches.
Mirror display: red lightning passing through thousands of liches, crumbling some of them
But this was wonderful. As now I see the truth. There is no good, like all subjects of the Burning Legion think of the Alliance, nor is there evil, like all members of the Alliance think of the Legion. There is only chaos and order. Whereas the inconsistency of order creates chaos, the consistency of chaos creates order. (A/N: if you're confused, don't worry, it will be explained a bit later when Harry hears this)
And at the heart of Chaos, are emotions. Emotions are neither weak nor strong, neither good nor bad, it IS chaos. Happiness can be derived from pain; sadness can be derived from pleasure. It is what separates us sentient beings from ruthless beasts. But, within these emotions, there is yet another core, which is the foundation of all emotion and all chaos. That, my friend, is love.
How I would have hated that word before, but now that I can see… it is true. Love of pain, of wealth, of people, of the concept of love itself. It creates confusion, fear, jealousy, happiness, sadness, etc. All of this… it is all love at work. We know this, as we are one with Chaos, one with its powers and wisdom.
Within a few centuries, it shall also be with Harry, and he shall then set out to find the power of Order. When Harry has the power of these two consistencies… our job will be done. It is then up to Chaos and Order to decide what happens. Whether their plan has worked or not, whether they have succeeded in spawning a child that is nothing and everything, whether they successfully brought their creation into being… that is only up to them."
Dumbledore stopped and thought to himself for a minute. He didn't know any of this before. That was for sure. In fact, all this probably happened before he was even born. He doesn't even know much about the origins of the Lich King nor his world, only the important details on influential leaders like Archimonde and Elune. It didn't matter at the moment. He had a job to do. This might very well be the end of Harry Potter, but he trusted the Lich, and he was going to do his task, feeling confident that this was also the plan of Chaos.
"Thank you for the information your majesty, now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to the subject of our conversations." He was about to leave, but Lich gave one last comment before Dumbledore disappeared. "Remember, you are to break him, not eliminate him."
The explosion rocked the entire train as a multitude of students rushed out of their compartments to see what was going on. There was a haze of smoke and no one could see anything at all. The students were afraid to use their wands, some for understandable reasons such as being afraid of Death Eaters, others for some rather… questionable… reasons like the underage magic ban.
Even though this happened to the entire train, it affected Harry the most. He wasn't very stable emotionally, mentally, and physically to begin with. Now, his world just got more and more frenzied. There were flashes of red and blue light before the smoke cleared up as if by magic, which it probably was. However, in place of the smoke, there were now two aurors looking around before finally settling on Harry through recognizing his scar.
Harry tensed up as the two approached him, both being ready to mutter a spell on a split-second notice. These guys were the real deal, no third-class dropout. "Harry Potter." The taller of the two said after clearing his voice. There were some gasps as students realized the changes Harry had went through the course of one entire day. "You are under arrest for the murder of one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
If there was one thing that could have toppled Harry emotionally, was the blame of another precious person's death upon his shoulders. "WHAT?" He shouted, choking a bit because his throat hurt from his recent battle. "We have three witnesses, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, and Argus Filch who testifies that you are the one who have killed Headmaster Dumbledore. You were going to turn your wands on them too, but they escaped and came to the ministry. Now remain silent and come with us."
It was as if at that time Harry felt his body freezing, this was too much. He couldn't believe it. Not matter how much he tried, he couldn't do anything but feel a deep pain and dread coming from the pit of his stomach. "That's not all!" A voice shouted from somewhere amongst the crowd. 'No… no more… please…' Harry begged through his mind, did life hate him especially today?
Through the people, Dean Thomas and Ernie Macmillan appeared while also showing deep cuts and bruises. "He killed Corner and Finnigan!" Ernie yelled, before collapsing in a heap of hysteria. People gasped once more before turning their eyes on Harry again. 'No! It's not true! Please believe me! I didn't do this!' Harry thought, looking around and trying to see one friendly face. However, everyone that he could see was looking at him with hate in his or her eyes. Even Ron and Hermione, his closest friends, seemed unsure; knowing that there was a very possible chance this was a scheme of Voldemort. Tonks was nowhere to be found, and not for the first time in his life, Harry felt alone.
It was then that Harry felt something else. There was a presence in his mind. 'Sorry Harry, trust me on this. This will help develop your magical stamina.' It was Dumbledore's voice, and then he felt one of the sickest feelings he had ever felt. There were two rings of green light appearing around his wrists, sucking his magical energy like there was no tomorrow.
The aurors, thinking that Harry was trying a trick to escape, quickly shot him with multiple spells. As he fell onto the floor, more and more happened. Harry felt his scar burn with black magical energy coming from Voldemort. He felt Frostmourne in it dagger form feeding on his magical energy. Even snuffles seemed to be waking up and trying to "share" Harry's energy in trying to revive from his nap.
All this pain put Harry onto the floor gasping for breath. He looked around once more, and while most of the girls seemed more uncomfortable with what was going on, nobody offered to help him. That was when Harry lost it.
Warning: Intense Coarse Language, Read At Your Discretion Warning: I'm serious this is some wild swearing Warning: Last chance…Warning: ok… here's swearing
'WHY? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? CAN'T YOU TELL THAT I'M INNONCENT? WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING THIS TO ME? LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YOU FUCKERS! LET'S SEE YOU TRY SOME OF THIS PAIN! NONE OF YOU WILL SURVIVE! YOU MOTHER FUCKING BITCHES!'
Surprisingly, Harry managed to stay silent while these thoughts raged in his head. But his anger was so intense that he felt like he might die soon. 'Curse you Voldemort, for all your shit that you've given me. Curse you Ron, you jealous bastard. Curse you Hermione, you graceless betraying slut. Curse you Dumbledore, you fucking old coot.' This went on. It would have been funny… but the situation was anything but funny.
In this rage, when all these foreign magics assaulted him, Harry felt something liberated inside of him. It was dark. He knew that much. It was darker than Voldemort, he was sure it was darker Mal' Ganis too. But what really scared him was that he was familiar with this essence. It was his own self. It was with him when Cedric died. It was with him when Mr. Weasley was attacked. And it ruled over him subconsciously when Sirius died. This was part of him. Before he could do anything other than acknowledging this, he felt it move, merging with him mind, becoming one with him.
The feeling of yet another presence affecting his own was too much. Harry lifted up his head and everyone who could see his eyes gasped. His left one had turned into a shining red counterpart of his original piercing green eye while his right one looked entirely black with white lines over it looking like a cracked mirror.
Harry let the familiar presence completely merge with himself as his thoughts began to change. 'I see.' He thought, looking at the ground once again in a weird broken type of vision. 'You're all trying to break me.' The once depressing thought now brought bitter humour to him. 'You think that by your puny magic you can subdue me. Because I do not follow your rules, because I had the guts to do what's needed, because I survived Voldemort, because I'm the fucking boy who fucking lived. Well then… let's see you try to take me down without a fight!'
With that thought, Harry stood up amidst shocked gasps and looks. "You want to take me down?" He asked in a broken whisper to the aurors, who had fear on their faces due to Harry breaking their entire multitude of restraining curses. "I refuse…" He spoke softly. "I refuse…" He said again, louder. "I REFUSE YOUR INJUSTICE!" He screamed as a magical backlash caused a huge gust of wind blowing everyone against the walls and floor.
Harry concentrated and found himself in a black space with one small glowing seed in the middle. The seed was sprouting a little, but had various binds on it, as if choking it to death. Harry became enraged once more at this and set to work. 'All of your morbid black magic…' he turned to a black chain binding the seed. 'You are mine!' He thought with a crazed determination as the black chain melted into the seed, absorbed while one black lotus (A/N disclaimer: don't own magic cards either) flowered, as if in a sped up national geographic show.
The same happened to all the other binds, the green light of Dumbledore, the pink of the omnisence, the blue of Frostmourne, the yellow of the aurors, and a multitude of other colours and origins began to meld with his seed, which he knew was his magical core. Soon, within 15 minutes, what used to be a seed was now a magical and sacred tree grove, full of various colours and powers. There was a giant clearing amongst the foliage, but it didn't matter. Within this limited amount of time, his magic more than replenished itself and tripled in size. This was getting good.
Harry concentrated again and returned to the real world, taking his consciousness away from his magical core. That's when he felt it. The magic was too much. He had the will to bring forth this magic, but now he was too tired to control it. He could feel it burning his body, his flesh tearing off, and his skin being torn. It was too painful. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't. This was bad.
He knew he had to get rid of this power through some magical act, but he couldn't decide. His magical backlash is still going strong and pushing everyone against the walls, even the aurors were knocked unconscious. "POTTER!" A voice screamed. Harry turned to see Moody fighting the wind and going towards him. The students who were still conscious breathed a sigh of relief as they thought Mad-Eye could save them, but none of them expected what happened next.
Harry's right eye gave an unnatural glow before his left suddenly shut like an awkward wink. His right then turned into a black eye with a red iris and white pupil. Harry seized Moody by the neck as smoked issued from their contact, apparently burning Moody's flesh. Harry's now black eye shot a blackish beam into Moody's magic eye before forcefully pulling it out of him. Then, Moody's eye was consumed by Harry's, creating one more backlash.
Dropping his victim to the floor, Harry closed both his eyes, trying to register what he just did. It was all so confusing right now; he didn't know what was going on. Everything was just so… chaotic. There was only one thing that he thought could save him now. He needed to get away from here… fast. So with one explosion of multiple colours, Harry Potter left the world, hopefully to be seen in the near future.
End Chapter Eight
A/N: Not the best chapter, have to go do work now. Happy holidays. Sorry, for delay… but it's really busy for me. Still have to do lots of homework. T.T Can't do anything about pairing votes or review responses. Really sorry… I have to go now. Hopefully I'll get another chapter out this holiday. I'm really sorry.
U-T signing off
BYE!