Prologue II: Harry's part

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AN: This chapter is unbetaed and virtually unformatted. Please forgive this unworthy one. This one will get around to it eventually reader-dono. C&C much appreciated.

Harry was in bad shape. He knew that he couldn't last much longer; he had lost too much blood even with the healing charms that he had used. He was shaking so badly from the repeated Cruciatus curses that he could hardly hold his wand. His magical core was rapidly nearing depletion and he didn't think that Voldemort would let him take a break in the middle of their fight to the death. The only reason that he was not already dead was the muggle Semi that was blocking the alley he was hiding in which wouldn't hold for much longer. He concentrated on his occlumency, if he let Voldemort into his mind the fight would be over. As he cleared his mind, he felt the gnawing emptiness of his depleted magical core within him and the ambient magic around him. In desperation, he reached out with his mind and tried to grasp a small piece of the magic around him. To his surprise, a little bit of it separated from the whole and filled him with a warm smoky feeling as it refilled his depleted magical core a tiny amount. Quickly he tried again, grabbing at a larger piece this time and received a short shock, like a dull Cruciatus as he absorbed it. He realized that what he was doing was pulling in the used magic from recently used spells, both his and Voldemort's. What didn't make sense was that if no one had ever done this before there should be other people's magic in the air not just his and Voldemort's. Looking closer he realized that the residual magic from the used spells was drifting towards the ground. Quickly focusing his attention downwards, he realized that the Earth was full of gleaming magic. In a flash he began to siphon power from the Earth itself, quickly he had refilled his Core, but the flow wouldn't stop, soon he realized that he had absorbed way too much power and had to use some of it before it destroyed him. Without a second thought, he began firing ridiculously overpowered cutting and blasting hexes down the alley towards Voldemort and the Semi. The first cutting hex tore through the gas tank and the blasting hex which followed it ignited the gasoline. The resulting explosion blew our favorite scaly villain across the street and into a shop who's sign proudly proclaimed it as the very first ever Broken Glass, Nails and Random Pointy Objects shop. Harry's scar tinged as he absorbed more and more of the ambient magic, but he didn't have time to worry about that at the moment. He decided to use the only truly ridiculously dark spell that he had ever learned which had no non-violent uses. He had never been able to successfully cast it before because it required more magic than he had in his reserves, however with the power of the ambient magic to draw upon he felt confident that he would not fail this time. He took advantage of the time it took Voldemort to extract himself from the dangerous store to begin the ridiculously long incantation.

"Darkness beyond twilight,

Crimson beyond blood that flows

Buried in the stream of time

Is where your power grows

I pledge myself to thee

To conquer all the foes

Who stand before the mighty gift

Bestowed upon my unworthy hands

Let the fools who stand before me

Be destroyed by the power you and I possess

DRAGON SLAVE!"

An almighty explosion ripped the "immortal" villain apart and scattered his ashes for miles. His soul, already tainted was absorbed by the raw fury of the spell and destroyed completely. Harry's joy however, was short-lived. He had channeled far more magic than his body was capable of handling. He had also created a magical vacuum around himself. This magical vacuum forcibly tore his magical core, which was anchored in his soul, from his body. In doing so it also tore out the soul. Harry Potter had become one with the Earth.