Harry Potter and the Superlative Ability

By Silent Affliction

Disclaimer: All characters and plot lines mentioned in the official Harry Potter series are copyright J.K. Rowling. Copying and/or infringment not intended.

Hi. I'm debating whether or not to trash this story, seeing how HBP is out. Tell me what you think, ok? Thank you.

OK, PLEASE REVIEW. I APPRECIATE IT VERY MUCH.

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At the moment the clock struck 12:01 on the morning of Harry's birthday, the boy-who-lived vanished with a puff of golden smoke.

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"Welcome to the Hall of the Superlative."

Harry looked up, startled. A tall, well-built man stood before him, looking down at him with sparkling green eyes, much like the ones Harry had inherited from his mother.

"...Hello. I...don't want to be rude, but...who are you!"

The man smiled. "My name is Salazar Slytherin."

Harry gaped at him for a while, eyes wide and mouth parted slightly.

"...That's impossible! You're dead! Oh, bloody hell, that must mean I'm dead too..."

Salazar chuckled. "Oh no, dear boy, you are very much alive. You are just in the Hall of the Superlative."

Harry frowned. "You keep saying that! Where am I, really!" He was really starting to freak out now; here he was, in an unfamiliar place, talking to a dead guy who just happened to invent his school. And what in Merlin's name was a Superlative!

Slytherin laughed again. "The Hall of the Superlative is a place that has existed since before the time of even my elders, a location for every Superlative ever to be created to go to on their sixteenth birthday.A place where Superlatives learn to harness and expand their powers to limmitless proportions, as well as become imprinted into the Hall of the Superlative so their sucsessors can be tutored with the knowledge adequate enough to fulfill their life's role. You shall spend a very long time in the Hall of the Superlative,but in your reality it shall only take a few hours. Time here does not matter; it can be sped up or slowed down tuned to fit with another reality or stopped completely. Welcome, once again, to the Hall of the Superlative."

Harry was...well, he thought he was going insane. "O-kayy...why am I here?"

"Because, young one, you are a Superlative. I believe I told you of the sixteenth birthday situation, Harry."

Harry looked at the Hogwarts founder like he had gone off his rocker after spending so much time in the 'Hall of the Superlative.'

"Great. First, I survive a Killing Curse, battle my two-faced Defence Professor for a stone of immortality, kill a basilisk and destroy Tom Riddle's memory with the snake's fang, save my escaped convict of a godfather from hundreds of Dementors, bring Voldemort back to power and escape him again, try to save my godfather and end up getting him killed, and NOW I'm told by my DEAD school's founder that I've got friggin SUPER POWERS! Well, whoop-de-friggin-doo!"

Salazar looked offended.

"Sorry."

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PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! THANKS!

ps: Compulsivereader, I emailed you and you emailed me back saying my message was blank. I wanted to ask if you'd beta this story. :)