The Emerald and The Ruby
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Lord Voldemort's seventh horcrux, Harry Potter's only friend, Marvolo, opened all the doors in his mind in that short period of time between the key's activation and the unconsciousness of the child who held his soul. And he took control of the body he was in completely.
The process of the Possessing was serious business. It required deep control and focus. Though much more difficult under normal conditions, there were many advantages of the horcrux.
The first was that Horcrux was taking over the body of a child whose mind capacity had not yet matured. The mental walls he faced seemed almost nonexistent.
The second was Harry Potter's unwavering trust in Marvolo. With the confidence in his friend, the boy unconsciously kept the mind barriers wide open.
Third, and finally, Harry Potter was a living horcrux. Thus, he could share his magical power unlimitedly with the soul.
Despite all these conveniences, the empty magic would have been able to explode the body completely by losing its connections, if the horcrux had no steady control power. Under excessive magic pressure and unconcentrated absolute magic, the child would have been perish.
Fortunately, all these dangers and risks were removed from possibilities within a few seconds. In a matter of seconds, he was able to connect the horcrux with the rune points on the carrier, avoiding being just soul parasite, and dominating a new and powerful body.
In the face of the success of the possessing stage, Marvolo grinned. The brain that sent the signals that curled the lips belonged to him. His fingers were moving. The body, which was shaking from the cold, was under his authority.
Harry Potter at that moment consisted of just a memory whose consciousness was shifted deep into the mind.
Perhaps the world of magic would not be able to hear from the real Harry Potter again, unless there were two different situations that Horcrux took into account, which we can call the boy's chance.
Firstly, Horcrux had no intention of staying too long in a child's body. Although Harry Potter was an important character for the world of magic, a child who has not yet turned eight could not manage his death-eating army.
Second, the carrier, which is easy to control for now, could mature and fight again for its body as time passed. As it matured, it could grasp the invader's intent and attack.
Lord Voldemort had confidence in himself. Being the Dark Lord required patience and willpower. No matter how many years passed, he could hold the body in his hands. As a mighty wizard who has already mastered the mental arts, the child would not able to beat him.
Also, although he did not want to accept it, the existence of a conscious Harry Potter was more useful for him.
The idea of the boy being the right hand of the Dark Lord had been involved in his plans for a long time.
There were dark games to play, enemies to destroy, chess pieces to place, and manipulations to build.
And Harry Potter was in the middle of all this.
Horcrux softly moved the fingers. He slowly lifted his arm as he tried not to disturb the body. He set his emerald eyes, decorated with red lines, on white skin. He seemed unable to believe he had a body after many years.
With small movements, he got off the ground and watched the Dark Forest of Albania, full of magical mysteries.
Stars winking through the trees, creature sounds from afar, ravens watching the night with sneaky eyes ... The Dark Forest was almost unchanged. It was at this place that he found the Diadem of Ravenclaw, which he discovered during his youth.
Shocked by the sudden start of the key, Aphrodite was whining over his shoulder.
You just said 'hold on tight', Little Master! You did not say that I could shake and fall on my lithe tail! In our business deal, ther was not a word about harming this beautiful snake ... You owe me two delicious rabbits for this ... Silly Little Master ...
Horcrux grinned, caressing the sore tail of the cute reptile. He did silent healing spell with a flick of his finger.
Sorry, Aphrodite… Are you better?
The snake simply shook his head and was buried in the shoulder of the little wizard. He hid his healed tail under the robe and tried to protect himself from the cold.
Perhaps the strange new aura radiating from the Little Master pushed him to silence.
Horcrux corrected the bag on his back and started to advance to the mystery of the Dark Forest. He knew exactly where to go. He could feel his soul from the familiar chill in his new veins. The tingling in the scar was delightful, as if it welcomed an old friend. His spirit knew his owner.
As he got closer, the tingling in his soul increased.
Horcrux knew the merging would not be easy.
Drifting on the edge of insanity, Lord Voldemort was in a philosophy that followed the policy of shoot first, ask question later. While he had no consciousness activity other than survival, when he suddenly found Harry Potter in front of him, he was sure to attack like a snake that caught his prey.
It was impossible for him not to know Harry Potter. Even though he was away from the world of magic, he wouldn't miss the familiar emerald eyes and scar that glow in the night, even unconsciously.
The fates, spirits, bodies, and minds of Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter were somehow connected.
Even if the Dark Lord had not seen his eyes and scar, he would understand that it was Harry Potter who stand in front of him.
He would not give the horcrux time to explain himself. Not a possiblity, but even if He'd let him to explain, He would not allow one of the ties to his immortality to be merged with his soul. With the madness he was in, he could either kill his enemy without a thought, or put him in a trunk, in a deep sleep and imprison him in a secret tower.
Horcrux knew that the best plan was to sneak up and neutralize the reflectionwith a sudden duel, as he did not expect to make a deal with Lord Voldemort.
As a soul parasite, a Voldemort that survived by possessing animals was as dangerous as a Voldemort with a wand and magical power.
In his pathetic state, if there was one thing the Dark Lord had practiced for years, it was seizing and owning.
A Voldemort who jumped from animal to animal and spent years in weak carriers and horcrux, whose first experience was to take over a child's body, would fight that night.
If Horcrux was not fast enough and could not catch his reflection unprepared, the Dark Forest would witness a great mental war.
The main question was this. Which side would prevail over this mental war?
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The Horcrux found his reflection in the deep groove of an ancient tree. He knew he was there. The madness of dark magic was cracking in the air. The magic barrier surrounding the tree was a simple wandless shield that was not very strong. The power of the image, which was only a soul parasite, was not strong enough.
The Horcrux started to work after pulling a barrier of silence around himself. Soon the parasite would become aware of the invader. He had to hurry.
With fast but controlled fingers, he opened the bag. He exposed the green box. This box contained almost everything he would need in an emergency.
Lord Voldemort was more serious and farsighted in his youth, when he had not yet proven his might to the world. This was the key to his success.
He knew that a single wrong step would easily distort him from his purpose. In order to protect himself, he entrusted the boxes to be used in emergency situations to his followers, who were wise to fear him. The green box was just one of them.
However, as time went on, Lord Voldemort had been drunk in the unprecedented pleasure of power. As self-confidence increased, he became more careless.
Though he did not want to admit his mistake, the horcrux was aware of this fact.
He was obsessed with Dumbledore, the Prophecy and Harry Potter, and lost his true path. He had forgotten his great purpose and was stuck in worthless situations.
The Horcrux knew this. He had no intention of repeating the same mistakes.
He took a wand out of the green box and headed to the tree. He told Aphrodite to protect the bag.
His own yew wand was made of a Phoenix feather and when he'd hold, it would come alive in his hands. However, his wand disappeared in that damn night eight years ago. He was sure that Kulkuyruk took the wand. As soon as he finished this job, he would get his wand back from that worthless rat.
He pointed the wand to the tree without any expression in his face, and set the tree on fire, knowing that his reflection would come out carelessly.
Soon, a snake, which came from an ancient species, came out of the tree and quickly strike. It smelled the air with its tongue and noticed the invader.
Lord Voldemort's red eyes stared at the invader through the snake's eyes. Without waiting for a second, the snake was hissing with a hate and attacking the occupant. Its mouth was wide open. His fangs gleamed under the moonlight. Its poison was gushing like death cries in the night.
Horcrux recovered from attack with the tiny steps of a child who has not yet turned eight. Fortunately, the torment of the damned muggles agiled the boy's movements.
He rained powerfull spells through the trees while trying to get away from the Snake.
The snake was very fast and strong. With his stiff jaw and fangs, it was tearing down the trees it hit.
It was so fast that horcrux failed to hit it even once. Anyway, He couldn't have expected less from a snake that Lord Voldemort had controlled.
The only good situation he could think of was that the reflection had not yet passed to a mental attack. It was unclear how long a little boy's mind could last against to the mighty Lord Voldemort.
Later, he stepped in front of the snake with an assertiveness, which he would admit as Gryffindor recklessness, and targeted its head and cast an old but powerful immobilization spell.
Apparently he was very lucky tonight and the snake quickly fell on the ground. In that brief moment when the snake lost control, lost consciousness and the attention of the reflection was distracted, at that moment of important destiny that formed at a second, he pulled an invisible, spell-proof protection barrier around the snake. The barrier would block the attacks of the reflection.
He went to work regardless of the black smoke that struck the invisible walls of the barrier, emitting danger.
The night when the full moon was shining in the sky was well suited and suitable for the ritual he wanted to.
As if he wasn't the one who survived from attacks of a big, mad snake, he corrected his robe with a grace unexpected from a child. He checked Aphrodite. The protection barrier he had laid around them worked. The bag and the snake were not damaged either. But the reptile, who was aware of the attack, was obviously a little nervous. She was content to retreat and stare, without hissing to her coming owner.
While taking out the green box, he set fire to a place away from the trees with his wand.
The golden, which looks like a small toy from where it stood, turned it back and placed it on the fire. Cauldron was wide enough for a person to sit inside.
He spent the next three hours preparing the required potion. This work required great care and patience. And a young virgin muggle to be sacrificed ...
It was much easier to find a virgin Muggle than he thought. It was almost pathetic…
He apparated to a Albanian village, where he spent a night in his youth, and proceeded towards the church. It was very simple for a small child to fool the priest.
After throwing the unconscious muggle as if it were a piece of garbage, he destroyed his clothes with a flick of his wand. After checking the potion, he dropped the muggle into the hot couldron. Thus, the flesh required for his body was added to the potion.
He firmly imprisoned the spirit of Lord Voldemort with a few spells without removing the barrier surrounding the reflection. He did not want him to escape. He put the head of the lost serpent into the elixir and connected it to the muggle with magic. They needed to be in contact.
After carefully putting the precious ritual knife on Harry Potter's arm, he cut, he dropped the magical blood into the potion. He did not neglect to heal the injured arm. He did not want his right arm to die from blood loss before he had grown yet.
The ritual was almost over. There was only one step left.
After removing his robe and shirt, he smeared his right index finger into the elixir and smear it on the scar. Thus, the potion was in contact with the horcrux.
Regardless of the sudden pain in the scar, he stuck his bare arms into the potion and held the muggle firmly.
The soul piece had to flow into the body.
He noticed the moment when the potion took action.
Because at that moment he lost all connection with the mind.
Only the darkness remained.
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When Harry Potter opened his eyes, he saw a pair of rubies staring at him.
He screamed the moment he realized that ruby eyes belonged to a young man.
And he fainted.
Again…