So chapter 3 here ! It is a little longer than the other two, who are definitively are gonna be prologue, and talk about what are the necromancer, and the first training that Harry need to do.
Ho, and i tried to make paragraph, so it could be more easy to read. Don't know if i put them in the right place thought.
Still hope that you are enjoying it.
I don't own Harry Potter.
'Writting'
Harry continued to look at the letter for a few moments, before they disappeared.
Others took their places.
'Do not be frightened, my child, come closer.'
Harry hand shook a little, but he advanced toward the book.
When he reached the table, he slowly took a chair, and sat on it.
The letters changed once again.
'So, my child, what is your name ? '
Harry opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He looked around, and took the pen that Vernon used for the newspaper's crossword.
He gently wrote on the blank page.
"My name … is … Harry Potter" whispered the boy as he wrote.
His sentence stayed here for a few second, before it disappeared too.
'What a strange name. I do not remember any Potter from my time.'
Harry furrowed his eyebrow at this, and prepared to ask, well write, a question.
'Anyway, my child, your writing is hideous. We will need to change that, no necromancer than respect himself should have so bad writing.' Cut the book in.
Harry took the occasion.
"What is a… necromancer, and who are you? " wrote the boy.
One sentence appeared quickly.
'Those are questions that I wanted to hear. Can't have an apprentice who is dumb, now, can't I? So, let me answer them.'
The book stayed blank for quite some time. Preparing an answer.
'A Necromancer is someone whose magic resolve around death. Not death, as in killing someone, well, you could, but that's not the point. But death… as in communicating with them.'
It paused.
'A novice necromancer could summon a corpse to serve him, while a master necromancer, like me, could summon an entire army of undead, following my order.'
Before Harry could write something, the book continued.
'Well, that was what the other wizard thought of us. But in truth, there is more to necromancy than just summoning dead body. Necromancy also revolve around soul magic.'
The sentence began to disappear, and a drawing replaces it.
It showed a man, with a hood, sat with his leg crossed. Around him were floating little ball.
'A trained necromancer could summon souls of dead people to talk with, or to possess him.'
The drawing disappeared.
'And to answer your other question, my name is long forgotten. However, you could call me Pevrell.'
Then, the page became white again.
Harry mind tried to understand everything that was presented to him.
Slowly he put his shaking pen on the page.
"Magic ? " he asked hopefully.
The word disappeared. And nothing appeared on the page for some time.
When the clock on the wall ringed 7pm, Harry sighed and put the pen on the table.
As he was going to get up, the book came back to life.
'You know what, my child, you asked questions about me, it is now my time to ask you questions.'
Harry thought about it, and took the pen back.
"Is seem fair, " he mumbled out loud.
'Splendid! Let me say what I have deduced so far.'
A little point appeared on the page.
'First of all, you are a child, no adult would have taken a book with an aura so 'dark''
Another point.
'Second, you are no older than ten years old, if you were, you would already have been recruited in some school'.
A third dot.
'Then, you are no pure blood, maybe muggleborn, or abandoned bastard. I am ready to bet than you don't know your parent right?'
Harry paled.
'Am I right so far ?'
Harry simply wrote a "yes".
'A last guess, you do not have many friends. No normal child would so blindly talk with a book about death magic.'
Harry sinked in his chair.
'But do not be frightened, my child! All of this will change! I will transform you into the most powerful necromancer! Other wizard will respect you, fear you, want to earn your favor!'
The ranting stopped, and a new sentence was written just at the end of the page.
'If you want to learn the dark that is necromancy of course…'
The page became blank once again, and harry pondered on what has been said.
For a second, approximately.
"Yes, " he wrote without a doubt.
He could have sworn that, if this… Pevrell, had a face, he would have smirked.
'Are you sure ? Some of the more 'light' part of the world will still hate you…'
Harry thinked Harry thought about it, was it worth it? He always dreamed of magic. But the light side of magic, of the knight in shinning armor, of the mage that helped the king.
He did not picture himself to be the bad guy.
Pevrell slammed the last nail.
'Well, jealous would be the right word, i think'
Harry resolve took hover his fear.
"Teach me " wrote the naive boy.
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Harry sat on one of the benches in the park, not so far away from Privet Drive, book open on his knee.
'First thing first, my child, is to shape your mind. To change it so that it can endure the training.'
Harry pouted.
"You said you were going to teach me magic !, " was what he wrote.
'And you will, my child. But before becoming an apprentice to the art, you need to do some… requirement'
Harry sighed, and lightly tapped his pen on the book.
"Yeah, but i want to learn magic…" said the boy.
'I know child, and this is exactly what this part of the training is going to change.'
The boy did not know exactly what to think of that.
"How is it going to help ? " he asked after a moment.
'The mind is a strange tool, it can be left alone, trained and even broken. It is more important for a wizard than for a muggle, because a wizard can … access a mind quite easily. Be it his mind, or that of another.'
Harry puts his hand to his head, and looked around.
"So we are going to protect mine ?, " he asked doubtfully.
'Yes, but more than that, we are going to reinforce it. Talking with dead people is not exactly the most sane experience that you can have. And we do not want your mind to break, young Harry , do we ?'
Harry shook his head, knowing than Pevrell could not see him.
"No, we don't, " he accepted.
'Good, now listen to me, to access your mind, you need to think of a memory. Try it.'
Harry thought for a moment.
"Any memory ?, " he asked.
'Any memory'
The boy searched for a moment, not exactly knowing what was going to happened.
"Ok , i found it, "he wrote in the book.
'Good, now, close your eyes, and bring the book close to your forehead.'
A dumb look appearad on Harry face, but he did it, non less.
He closed his eyes, and brought the book to his head.
When the cover touched his forehead, he felt a cold wind blow, but nothing else.
"Perfect, my child, " came a distorted voice.
Harry eyes shot open.
He was in his cupboard. He looked around and saw his little soldier on the bed.
"This is… my memory ?, " he asked himself.
"Right it is, young Harry, " the voice said.
Harry slowly turned in the direction of the voice. And saw the scarlet book. Floating.
"Not so impressive for the most powerful necromancer, right ?, " said the Pevrell.
Harry mouth hanged opened.
"The truth is, my magic power is near to zero, right now. Your blood just gave me enough strength to awaken. Anyway, come child, we do not have all day, " said the book, while … floating away.
The door of the cupboard opened, and the book passed it, Harry following him.
Turning his head right, he saw himself, cooking.
"Sick, " he murmured in awe.
"My child ? , " called Pevrell from the front door.
Harry walked to the floating book.
"Harry, what i am going to show you may or may not break your mind. Call it a trial, " said the book mysteriously. And he passed trought the door.
"What ? , What do you -" commenced Harry as he opened the door.
When his head reached the knob, a shiver ran down his spine.
He looked behind him.
Evreyone has stopped what they were doing, and turned to him.
When Vernon got up, he turned the know and passed the door.
And he gasped.
Before him, was darkness. A large landscape of darkness.
He could not see on what he walked, or what was in the sky.
The bang on the door startled him, and he turned to them.
What he was sure was the house, was now simply a doors.
By taking another good look at the darkness, Harry could now see a lot of door.
"Impressive, right ?, " asked Pevrell as the book approached him.
Harry jumped a little, and glared at the book.
"Why did my memory tried to get me, just then ?, " he asked angrily.
The book stopped flying around.
"Did they ? It is strange, usually, memory tries to hurt intruder, but not theyre owner… Very strange, " said Pevrell with genuine surprise.
The book looked around, and then turned back to Harry.
"Now that i take a good look at it, this mindscape is quite… dark. Well ,not as dark as mine, of course, but dark nontheless, " murmured Pevrell.
Harry looked around too, and saw something moving.
He tried to get a good look at it, but it disappeared behind a door.
"What is it, my child ?, "asked Pevrell from behind his shoulder.
"Nothing, I just thought I saw someone here…" said Harry while turning around.
The book stayed there, 'looking' in the same direction as Harry.
"No… You are right. There IS someone here. Memories are not supposed to leave their place so-," Pevrell was cut as a lot of doors started to move, from the people hitting it.
"For the love of Morgana ! Quick, my child, follow me !, " Yelled the book as he flew in the direction of what Harry saw.
Just as Harry began to run, the door behind him cracked, and the face of Vernon passed it. Pure white eye looking at him.
Harry turned back to the flying book. And saw him turn right, just at the next door.
And he stopped.
Before them was a hooded figure. He could not really see it was male or female, but he know that he never saw it once.
"Pevrell, I never saw th-," began Harry .
"I know my child. It is not something that belongs here. It is a fragment of a soul,a broken soul.
The figure lifted its head and glared at them with two burning eyes.
"It is messing with your mind, my child, " Added Pevrell.
Just at that moment, the figure started walking toward them.
Harry turned away, but memory blocked the way. A number of Vernon , Petunia and even himself walked toward them.
Pevrell swore, and turned to Harry.
"Listen, my child, I am sorry for what I am going to do, but it is for your well being, " said the master necromancer.
Harry panic was showing on his face as he looked at the book.
"What do you… do you…," Harry began as his head began to turn.
He felt on the ground.
His last vision was that of the book glowing bright blue.
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The next thing Harry saw was the a white ceiling. He tried to get up, but found that he couldn't.
"Harry, right ? Take it easy, " said a voice.
Harry turned his head slightly, and saw a nurse.
She took his arm and began to touch lightly his wrist, while looking a her watch.
Harry little adventure in his head came back to him.
He shot up from the bed, and winced.
The nurse gently pushed him back in the bed.
"You need to stay calm, young man ! You spend three days here, we don't even know what happened"
Every part of Harry body felt sore, but he needed something.
"Miss, did someone found a book next to me ? A scarlet book, "he asked quickly.
The woman looked startled for a moment, but nodded.
She turned around and took the book that was on the chair.
Harry relief showed on his face.
"It is all blank Harry, is it your Diary ?, " She asked while looking through it.
A snort escaped Harry, and he winced just after it.
"You could say that, " he said softly.
The woman seemed to want to ask something else, but sighed.
"Get some rest, young man, I will tell you relatives that you finally woke up, "and with that, she walked off.
Just as he heard the door close, Harry took the book and looked at it.
After a minute of searching, Harry brought the book to his forehead.
The cold breeze ran over him, and he opened his eyes.
He was back in his cupboard, and his body wasn't aching anymore.
He got up quickly and passed the front door , not even looking at the memories.
"Pevrell !, " He yelled while opening it.
Before him was the same landscape as before. But this time, it seemed less dark.
It was still black everywhere, but it seemed more brighter than before.
"I am here ,my child, " said a calm voice behind him.
Harry turned and took a step back.
Before him was a walking, well floating skeleton. It has a long black robe and purpel robe, with golden ornements on it, that hides his body, and long hair that ran the long of his skull.
"Do not be frightened, my child. It is what i looked back in my day, or close to it. My flesh did not came back with the body, " said the corpse, without opening his mouth.
Harry gulped, and looked at every part of the skeleton.
"W-what happened, back there ?, " He asked.
The skeleton sighed and floated to the ground.
"The soul fragment had was corrpting your mind to take some sort of control, in a few years, the owner of the soul could have taken control of your body, " explained the skeleton.
Harry digested the information, as Pevrell continued.
"We could have left the mindscape just then, but then it would have been aware that its existence was known, and would have taken more dangerous procedure to control you. So I took some magic of you, so that i could stop it, " said the master necromancer
Harry looked at the corpse in shock.
"However, i forget that you were still a child, and even if your magic is potent, it is not endless. The magic that i took made you faint from magic hexaustion, " continued Pevrell.
Harry looked at his body, and found it quite thin, more than it was before.
"You could have died, and for that, I am sorry Harry, " ended the necromancer.
The boy near-death-experience slammed into him full force, and he fell on the floor, breathing hard.
Pevrell did not say anything, letting Harry time to process the event himself.
After a moment, Harry looked at the skeleton.
"Did you kill it ?, "He asked,still breathing still a little strange.
Pevrell turned around.
"Follow me, "he demanded.
Harry got up and walked behind the necromancer.
As they walked, Harry looked at the other wizard. Even with this appearence, Pevrell had a certain aura. Something that demanded respect.
As he examined the corpse, he saw that there was less and less door as they walked.
When they stopped, Harry looked in front of him.
There was a big box of bluish glass. In it, a sort of black smoke moved around, slowly.
"There it is. This is what was messing with your mind, " said Pevrell while turning to Harry.
Harry started with fascination as the smoke twitched slightly before going back to slow moving
"You didn't kill lit ?, " asked Harry.
The skeleton shook his head.
"As i am now, I cannot. But I think it could be a good trial for your latter year, " said Pevrell.
Harry saw two burning red eyes inside the black smoke.
He gulped.
One thing was sure. He was not ready for now.
Here we are. So, thas was supposed to be the first step to shape is mind. But, yeah, Voldemort soul.
I do not plan to make Harry God-like soon.
It's gonne be quite long, he will not summon army of flying drake of dead during first or second year, be sure of that.
Ok, so then, next chapter, and maybe the one after will be training. Souls, mind, and theory. Then Diagon alley, and maybe hogwart express.
Still don't know where he's gonna be sorted thought.
Anyway, expect update by the end of next week.