So here chapter 4. I had the idea but I didn't know exactly how to write them.
So i made this. Don't know if it's good, but it explain the last step of Harry non magical training.
I was not going to make another chapter on Harry youth, would not make sense, but I may come back with flash back in latter chapter.
Yeah, so here we are.
I own nothing.
'Writing'
Harry was sitting in a meditation pose, eyes closed. The park was always empty by this hour, so no one could see the seven year old boy sitting on a bench.
But that was what he wanted. Harry frowned a little.
God, he did not like not having the scarlet book with him. However, he knows that his master would not help him, even if he took him. Pevrell had said something like ' I can't have a disciple who always need me to enter his mind,' and stayed blank since that.
Ever so slowly, he sensed the world around him fade, and the sky darken. He concentrated even harder.
Tentatively, he opened his eyes. The doors were standing around him, all ready to be opened. He allowed himself to smile, and to relax a little.
His mindscape immediately shattered, and he found himself back on the bench.
Harry slapped his head, winced, and went back to his position
He would show him .
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Pevrell looked around Harry mind, as the little boy followed his gaze. After a moment, the necromancer sighed and brought his hand to his head.
Harry frowned.
"Is something wrong ? " he asked the skeleton.
Pevrell looked at him, and Harry couldn't stop a shiver. The two holes in the skull were scary.
"Of course something is wrong, my child, do you not see it yourself ? " said the undead while waving his hand.
Harry stepped forward, and looked more closely. He could see some of the doors were slowly being eaten by something.
"There is someone else trying to control me. " he said after some deduction.
Pevrell smacked him on the head.
"Of course not ! Idiot child, these are just memories that are begining to fade, making them more difficult to be opened, " explained the dead magic user.
Harry frowned again, as he continued to search something that was out of ordinary.
"It… is….. dark ? " he asked while covering his head.
Another slap.
"Of course not ! It is messy, very, very messy ! Every wizard with half a skill in mind reading could find what he his looking for ! And you wouldn't even sense him ! " yelled the dark mage while smacking him on the head.
Harry rubbed his head gently as he glared at Pevrell.
" What I am supposed to do, then ? " he asked the undead.
Pevrell skull seemed to smirk.
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One height year old Harry Potter was slowly walking down the street of London. Pevrell advice for him concerning his relatives seemed to work. The more quiet and well mannered he was, the more they seemed to 'accept' his company.
Today they accepted to bring him with them to London, while he would usually find himself with Miss Figgs for the day. Not that he didn't like the old cat-lady. He just had something to do in London.
He searched in his pocket, and took a map of London from it.
There was a big red circle on it.
He had accepted to help Laura with something. Sometimes, it would happen that a client took a book and never give it back. Usually, she would never see this book again,but, this morning, another library called her to say that they have a book belonging to her.
Even if it was not something that Harry liked to do, because it took time on his training, he could do it for Laura. Moreover, Pevrell told him that, the more thing he could experience, the more knowledge of the world he would have.
Harry sighed. At least, some of the neighbours were kind enough to give him a little money for the job, and chores, that he had done for them.
Harry looked around again and saw that he was lost. He swore, then covered his mouth as some people around him looked at him strangely.
It appeared that some of Pevrell traits were passing on him.
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Pevrell voice took Harry out of his trance. He was panting.
"This is… passable for now. Let's see the inside, " said the necromancer.
Harry eyes focused back on the house before him, just as the necromancer passed the front door.
Harry took a deep breath before following him.
Pevrell looked around, it looked exactly like Harry's house, in Privet Drive, with more doors.
He walked to a one, and opened it.
Immediately, he found himself under the rain, with cars passing before him.
He looked around for some times, saw Harry walking behind his relative, before spotting the exit.
He passed it, and was back in the house, Harry looking at him.
"That was quite good, my child. I feared that you took the more easiest way, and put memories of the house, in the house, " said the necromancer.
Harry smiled, even if his breathing was still hard.
"But there are still lots of memories that are not archived, go back to work, " he finished while dissaparating.
The little boy grunted and fell on the floor.
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As Harry was reading the title of the book he was requested to bring back to Laura, his back pocket seemed to burn.
The soon-to-be wizard took out the scarlet book of it.
He looked around, to be sure that no one realised something and opened the book.
'On your right ! The shop on your right !'
Harry looked at his right. There was a paint shop. With more strenght than before, Pevrell was now able to 'see', or something close to it, what Harry was seeing while in contact with him.
Harry looked at the shop for a dozen of second, seeing blank canvas, pencil and drawing doll in the glass.
He looked back at the book.
'You need one of this for the next step of your training, take it !' urged the book.
Harry read the price of one canvas, and took out his money.
He looked back and forth between the two, before he put his money back in his pocket, and took a pen instead.
"Not in your dream, crazy old man" he muttered while writing.
The response was immediate.
'Do not question me, child, this was not a demand but an order ! You can begin with just blank paper !' he seemed angry. Not that he could do anything to make Harry do it.
But Harry knows that, deep down, the necromancer know what was better for him.
He took back out his money, and looked at it.
"Fuck this" he whispered while entering the shop.
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Harry was in class, listening to the teacher. Well, it was what it looked from outside.
Inside, Harry was trying to enter his mindscape without other noticing anything.
Last week, it didn't work very well . He had woken up in the infirmary with the teacher saying that he fainted, he hit his head on the wall.
Harry massaged the boss that was slowly dissaparating with time, and got ready for another test.
He focused his eyes on the board, and relaxed his muscles.
The world began to slow around him. The teacher mouth was opening up and down, but he couldn't understand what she was saying.
Then, the blackness of the board began to spread out, until the class ,that they were in, became pitch black.
Then, one by one, his classmates began to disappear, then the teacher, then the table, the chair… Until the only thing left was Harry, his chair, and his table.
The last two items disappeared, and Harry was alone in the dark.
He stood up from the invisible chair made of pure darkness that took the place of his own and focused a little more.
Around him, he could see forms appear, rectangles. Then the doors appeared. He smiled.
His world shattered, and he brought his hand on the back of his head, where he felt pain.
His gaze fell on the glare of the teacher, who was now holding a ruler.
The whole class was looking at him while trying to hide their laughter.
Harry smiled sleepisly, as the teached ruler smacked someone who couldn't control his laughter.
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Harry brush slowly worked on the blank page, while Harry was biting his tongue in concentration.
He took a step back, well a little step since his bed was just behind him, and frowned.
He tore the blank page from the wood holder, crushed it, and threw it behind him.
He sat in bed, put his brush and paint gently on the holder, and sighed.
He took out the little book from under the bed and opened it.
"Remind me why I am doing that again ?, " he wrote in it.
Pevrell response came quickly.
'Do I need to repeat myself now ? I said that practicing an art was a good way to improve one's patience, will and dexterity' read the height and a half boy.
Harry looked at all the paper that were falling from the bin and grimaced.
"And I said that I could cook, but you said that-" began Harry as Pevrell began to write too.
"' Cooking is for Commoner only, " and you are no commoner Harry, i assure you' wrote the necromancer.
Harry took one of the pencil on the holder and began to sketch again.
"Well, maybe it's not the good art…" he mumbled.
The book came to life again.
'I cannot hear you, but I am going to assume that you are talking behind my back' wrote the necromancer.
Harry didn't write back.
'From the noble art that I could think of, it was the only that you could do for now. Well, that your relatives could accep, and- ' continued the book.
Harry tore another page again, and throw it. He turned back to the book.
"Yeah, i know, « Practice does make perfect», you already said that. " He wrote hastily before going back to sketching.
"Wait a minute…" he sat next to the book.
"What do you mean by 'for now' ? "wrote the boy quickly.
Pevrell writing became short and well written, like the tone he would use when they were in his mindscape and he used that 'holier than thou' attitude.
'Did you really believe that my disciple would only be good at drawing and painting ? be reasonable my child !'
Harry groaned.
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A ten year old Harry was nervous. He was sitting on his bed, in what was before Dudley toy's room.
Vernon had moved him here when his chief, that was dinning with them, said how well mannered and polite he was.
The room was now filled with books, sketching, and one painting.
He had spent two years of his life preparing his mind. Pevrell had seen three or two more 'memories construction' as he called them, since the first one.
But from the time Harry could enter his mind alone, he did not allow the necromancer in anymore.
If one thing, only one, that he thought was good, was off, then he would have to do it all over again.
Slowly, Harry brought the scarlet book to his forehead. The cold wind that he felt at the beggining was not more than a gentle shiver now.
He opened his eyes, and smirked.
Pevrell was there, but he was looking around him strangely.
They were in front of Privet Drive, but not one or two houses of Prived Drive.
No, they were in front of the entire Privet drive.
The old necromancer continued to look around . Slowly, he walked into a house and entered it.
Harry saw him exit it some moment after, and enter another one, and another one.
Then, the dark magic user walked back to Harry.
"That is … very amazing my child, but i do not think i twill protect your mind very-" he began.
But the sound of doors opening draw his attention.
From all the house, people began to get out. No, not people, memories of people.
Pevrell hand began to glow bright blue, but Harry stopped him.
"It was something that you inspired me to do. When we first came here, you said that memories were not supposed to leave their place. But i made mine does , " said Harry, as the memories began to fill Privet Drive and, well, lives.
Pevrell was amazed. After a moment, he asked.
"Does all your memories are here ? " he asked.
Harry smirk grew even more. He took Pevrell bony hand and dragged him around.
To be more precise, the old undead accepted to be dragged along.
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After some time, they leftPrivet Drive and came across a commercial center.
Inside were numerous shops, and Pevrell recognized it.
"It is the one from Surrey, right ? You actually managed to make a small portion of Surrey inside your mind ? " asked Pevrell.
Harry nodded with no small amount of pride.
"It is, for now, only a small part. The distance between privet drive and the center are not respected, " he explained, "I hope that I could complete it in the later year, and fill the blank space that still linger with doors right now. "
The little boy could see the skeleton thinking quite hard .
Then he asked.
"And for the secrets ? "
Harry actually took him to one of the shops, where several suits were exposed.
"James bond ? " he read while smirking.
It took a lot of time for Harry to introduce the new technology, culture, and story that came out after he died, but he achieved it.
Harry laughed shyly , but nodded.
Then, Pevrell mood turned serious. They both know that this would be discovered, sooner or later.
"And for the darker one ? " he asked somberly.
Harry nodded and pointed in the direction from where they came by the window.
"In a crypt, in the graveyard, behind Privet Drive, " he answered as seriously.
Pevrell raised an eyebrow at the irony, but nodded nontheless.
"The soul fragment ? " he continued.
"Under one of the ruin, on the hill. " he answered without bating an eyebrow.
Pevrell sighed. All seemed to be in order.
He choose wisely when he chose this boy as the owner of his… well it wasn't important for him to know that for now.
He smiled proudly as he looked at Harry, his successor would become very powerful.
His smile dropped when he saw Harry stop at a little shop and look inside.
He would not have remarked it if Harry didn't stop by.
He approached him and looked at the shop.
No doors were inside. No memories .
He frowned and looked at the name of the shop
In letters that were slowly crumbling by times, was written a simple word.
Friends.
There was no trap, no false meaning, no word game.
It was really what it was to Harry.
Harry sensed a bony hand fall on his head and gently ruffle his untamed hair.
He didn't turn back. He would not show this face to him.
"You will get them, Harry. " said his mentor softly.
Harry wiped his non existent tears.
"I promise, " he whispered while kneeling next to him.
On the outside of Privet Drive, the real Privet Drive, an owl with a letter in its beak slowly flew to the number four.
Yeah, so you saw.
Anyway, next is going to be Diagon alley and first necro ritual ! (not telling)
I have the idea for the first catalyst (wand) but still don't know where to put him next.
I will need to read the first book again to make the next chapter, so it MAY take some times. Or i will read it in one hour, dunno.
Anyway ! I was thinking about the pairing, ( witch i'm still debating), and i had the idea of genderbend. So maybe there will be some.
Think i said all, thank you for reading this, (if you read it) and see you next time !