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Harry Potter and the Ancients' Past

The Beginning of a new Life

"I want to be at a place where I will be loved for who I'm, not what I'm. I want to learn which will be helpful to me should the time comes when I have to face danger. I want to be…be who I am without any restriction, without burdens, without chains of restriction. I want to be free."

So be it

Then an ancient voice spoke. Harry could feel the wisdom and experience the voice had. He knew without a doubt that the person could only be immortal. Powerful and ageless.

None could escape the end of life

Ashes to ashes, spirit to spirit

From whence you come hence you shall return

But the end of life does not mean the end of journey

The object of objection shall become but a dream

As what was done has been undone

A new life shall wait

A new destiny you will embrace

Then the surrounding area was flooded with light. Harry wondered why there was such a change in his surrounding when an intense pain hit his mind. Such pain was unlike what he had felt before. Even the Cruciatus curse casted by Voldemort paled in comparison. Harry did the only thing he knew. He screamed. But he refused to break under the pain. He will never bend down the pain. Never!

It is time, young Harry.

"Time for what?" he managed to force out a sentence under his pain.

Your journey towards your new destiny.

Then Harry felt that he was being pulled by something and the faint rush of wind. He flailed around and around, tossed about like a leaf in a tornado. With each revolution he flew faster and faster. Sights and sound assailed him. Images came and go. Knowledge and skills came and stay. He watched as histories of his previous lives flashed past him. He learnt to wield magic in ways the modern wizards thought impossible. He learnt harness the wrath of the world and imbues weapons with their power. He learnt to cultivate a farm. He learnt to make use of nature's gift. He learnt how to fight war. He learnt how to use weapons and his body in battle. He learnt these and more.

Then he black out.

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An ear shattering roar woke Harry up. The first thing he noticed was that he was hanging in the air. The second thing that he had noticed was that he was falling down. Fast. The third thing he noticed was that he was feeling rather weak, physically and magically. Then without thinking, his hand extended out in front of his body with a thought he used a skill he had known as Dangerous Soul Collect. He watched as five white globes swirled into existence around his body. Then he noticed a massive metallic draconic head appear below him. The surrounding area appeared to be village which had been ravaged by the massive snakelike dragon.

Angered by the senseless destruction of a village, he used another of his skill. The five white globes seemed to merge with Harry and immediately, a strange red aura surrounded Harry. Using the Dangerous Soul Collect again, he materialized five white globes of energy around him. Just when he was about reach the dragon head, he used another of his skill, Arsura Strike. The amount of force which hit the dragon was stunning.

The effect was astounding. The ground on which the dragon stood had actually crack and sunk in, forming a massive crater. Using the dragon's head as a springboard he leapt back, landing lightly on the balls of his feet. His senses immediately reach out and map out the surrounding area. His senses told him about a usable metallic shield lying at the left. He saw the dragon shrugged of the blunt of his attack. However he could sense that the dragon had been greatly weakened by his surprise attack. The air around him suddenly cracked with energy.

"Damn!" he exclaimed as he leapt towards his left. Using the momentum, he propelled himself towards the shield. Landing in a crouched position, he managed to pick up the shield. The moment he held the shield in his hand, he knew this shield was next to useless.

'The balance is off. The metal hadn't cool properly. There are fault lines and weak spot on the shield. All it need is one lucky blow by a bastard sword and it will shatter like glass.'

But he had no choice. It was a do or die situation for himself.

"Reflect Shield!"

The shield suddenly vibrates with energy as foreign magic fused together with the metal of the shield, forming a golden glow around the entire shield. He swept the shield up facing his attacker, the dragon. He watched as the dragon opened its mouth. Energy swirled together and formed in the mouth of the dragon. Then when the energy reached it peak, the dragon unleashed as a form of pure energy beam blast. He shifted his legs and braced himself for the impact.

The force of the impact stunned him. He never expected that a creature that was hit by the Arsura Strike can summon such powers. The force pushed him back a long way but he held firm to his shield. Then the attack ended. The left side of the shield had melted and exposed him to last few seconds of the attack. As a result, his left upper body had been burnt badly.

Then his skill's effect came to play. There was a soft glow on the surface of the shield. Before the dragon knew what happened, the glow reflected the dragon's attack back at itself. What the Arsura Strike failed to do, the reflected attack knocked the dragon off it feet and into the sky.

He watched as the black dragon took flight before he blacked out.

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"Milord! Words had come in on another attack by Deathwing!" shouted a flustered man as he ran into the room. Immediately, pandemonium broke out in the entire room. Amid the chaos as people screamed and shouted, a pillar of calm sat unperturbed by the racket around him. Patiently, he waited for the people to calm down before he makes any announcement. Slowly the commotion died down. He stood up and said.

"Thank you, Maflurion, for bring us news of the attack."

He looked around at the leaders of the various races that reside in this tiny village. Human, elf, dwarf, goblins, troll, orcs, centaurs and a few other he has no idea.

"I would like a group of volunteers to go the village of Tistam. The group shall comprise of 2 healers, a ranger, 2 priest and Adept level Magician. My daughter will be one of the healers in the groups. The group will set off within an hour. Please dismiss."

The people stood up and left the room quietly, each knowing the destruction that Deathwing had brought to the various villages which dotted the area. They had pledged to give aid to any survivors who had managed to escape the destruction of their village. But till now, no survivors had been found. Deathwing, the Destroyer, had been nothing short of his reputation and his name. They could only hope and pray.

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When they arrived on the scene, they knew immediately that it was impossible for anyone to survive.

"By Keshian's grace," one of the priest exclaimed as he invoked the name of his God. "How can anything cause such a destruction so wantonly?"

"Deathwing can," spat the magician as he looked at the desolated surrounding. A massive crater had taken place where the village used to stand. Of the village there was no sign. The surrounding trees had been flattened some invisible hand.

"That's strange," a green-hair being said, as he bent down and examined the edge of the crater." This doesn't look anything remotely like Deathwing's form of attack. It prefers to use fire and magic to raze a place to ground. And it always leaves behind evidences. What ever thing that destroyed this place was pure physical power."

"Someone or something created this crater without the use of magic," said the ranger. "Something happened that shouldn't happened and frankly speaking, it scares me."

"Hey, there's someone over there!" exclaimed one of the priestess as she pointed towards opposite of the crater. Sharp elven eyes picked up a humanoid shape. The group immediately sprinted over to where the body lies.

"He's still alive!" a surprised healer exclaimed as he watched the chest rise and fall with each breath.

"Shut up and get him out of here!"

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Every bone, every muscle every nerve in Harry's body screamed. It was the only reason the young wizard finally stirred from the black abyss of unconsciousness.

"He's awake."

Harry opened his eyes. And closed them immediately. The room was literally blazing. The bright light hurts his eyes more than any other things.

"Close the blinds, it's too bright for him," a feminine voice spoke.

"What? Is he a creature of the night?" Harry could hear the sneer in the voice.

"It would be too bloody bright for you too if you had your eyes closed for a long time," Harry spat, his voice raw. He hated the tone the person spoke. It grates on his nerve, somehow. It must one of those things, Harry decided. Or people, he added with an afterthought.

"He speaks, will wonder ever cease?" the voice remarked sarcastically. Harry snarled as his body began to draw magic from within. Without a word, his magic lashed out towards the source of his annoyance. He heard a muffled 'ooph' then followed by a loud crash. He heard a slivery laugh and he was enchanted by the sound. He liked the voice. Soft. Musical. Seductive, like silk caressing flesh

"Serve him right," the voice spoke. There was a slight rustle as he heard cloth begin moved.

"It's ok now; you can open your eyes…"

Harry opened his eyes. Although it was bright, it was not enough to blind him. Looking around, he noticed the various jars on the shelves that line the wall. A healer's paradise, Harry thought, or a healer's place.

A vision of perfection came into his sight. Or at least a vision of perfection to Harry that is. Cascading to her waist like a curtain of silk, her thick mane of silver-blond hair captured his attention. Harry stared at her prefect features. Framed by her hair, her angelic face was delicately sculptured and heart-shaped. He wondered what colour her eye were.

"What is your name?" she asked, kindly."My name is Vereesa."

Harry hesitated. He could not remember his name, nor could he remember anything about himself.

"My name is…"

Then he paused. He wasn't very sure. And yet he doesn't want to be without a name. Something tells him that the people here don't trust him very much. Then words came into his mind.

"My name is Fenix Renasc."

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We can't do away with Harry's funeral back at home, can we? :)

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The sound of thunder rumbled menacing across the darkening sky. Ominous storm cloud gathers across the distant horizon. Even the skies reflect how the world currently felt. Harry Potter is dead.

A same cluster of closed friends gathered together at the graveyard of Godric's Hallow. Within their closed circle was a simple coffin. The mood was somber. Other than the rustling of cloak when the wind blew, the place was silent. No one knew what to say. No one wanted to say anything.

As each person silently bid their final farewell to the Boy-Who-Lived, an aged figure could be seen some distance way. There was bright flash of light and a hole appeared in the ground. He turned his back and walked to the gathered friends.

"It is time." The aged person said wearily. The group nodded although it was cleared that none of them could accept this. The man pointed his wand at the coffin with a spell ready.

All of a sudden, the coffin erupted into flames. Everyone jumped back surprised. Two people detached themselves from the group and leapt at the aged man.

"Stop! Harry would want his body to be buried beside his parents! Not burnt!"

Tears flowed freely from their eyes. The old man shook his head and answered, "I know, but I wasn't the one who casted the spell."

The skies opened and rain came. Despite of the rain, the fire burnt on merrily. As everyone seeked their wands within their cloak, the aged man casted a spell to the fire. Before the spell reached the flames, it went out. Everyone looked at the coffin or whatever remain the fire had left…which was some words, He will return…

TBC…

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A note from the Author:

My apologies for the late update…I had been tired and busy…I just came back from Brunei from my training and I had managed to take the time on plane to write part of the story…Anyway thank you for your support. I will try to update more often.

Fenix Renasc: Renaissance Phoenix, the phoenix reborn (French I think…Found it somewhere.)

A word of thanks to my reviewers.

Maddevillechilde, raven-warrior05, g3tog4, Lady Urquentha, shdurrani, meowcat00, Shadow00, Silver-Entrantress-Elf, Sweet-single, elvishchic15, cocopops, shion20, hit0-.

And there is some changes, I decided to make this a HarryMulti. And some other changes which I shall not say at the moment. :) Cheers! Till next time.

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