Hey ! Back in black. Or somethin like that. New chapter's up ! (which keep getting longer and longer btw )
I don't have anything else to say ,truly.
Hope you enjoy!
Harry looked around the corner. No one was here. It was the case most of the times, but he preferred to be sure. The old warehouse was abandoned since a long time, and Harry decided that it was the perfect location for the ritual.
He pushed the wooden plank that blocked the opening, and entered the warehouse. He threw his bag a little further than him, grimacing. The ingredient for the ritual were not… appealing. Let's say that.
He looked outdoor one last time, and closed the door with the plank, once again. The ritual will take some times, and no one, no one was to see what would happen. Harry wasn't even sure that he would like to see that. From what Pevrell had said, the ritual was the most important, and the most dangerous.
Flashback
"Sorry, what did you say ? " asked Harry while putting his finger in his ear.
Pevrell eyes glowed brighter, what Harry had now associated with some sort of mock happiness. And he did not like that. And he did like what he heard either.
"You heard me well, we are going to- " Pevrell began.
"Ok, ok . It was just to be sure. " Harry said while walking around.
Pevrell looked at him, eyes glowing and arm crossed. Harry walked some more times, and looked at him. Questions dancing in his mind.
"Is it even possible ? I mean, you can't just- " he questioned.
"It is… possible, do not worry. Most of the necromancer from my times did it, " said the dead wizard " well master necromancer, but necromancers nonetheless. "
Harry sighed and sat on the ground. He put his face in his hands. He felt a lot of emotions in him. Nervousness, mainly, but also fear. Lots of fear. His feet tapped the ground rapidly, in a ridiculous effort to calm him down. He breathed hard, and Pevrell sat next to him.
"Do not worry, my child. We just need to prepare what you are going to say, and what you will not say, under any mean. And it will probably go well. Probably. " Explained Pevrell.
Harry looked at him , and saw his eyes glowing brighter than ever. He punched him lightly on the shoulder. Pevrell laughed.
"Easy to say for you, you won't have to interact with… well, i don't know even know how to call it. " said Harry .
He was sure that, if Pevrell had a face, he would have smirked.
"You can call her-"
End flashback
Harry shook his head, and took deeps breaths. He needed to focus, it won't be good if he daydreamed during the ritual. No. Not any good. He slapped his cheeks twice.
"Focus Harry, focus. " he whispered.
He approached the bag that he threw , just a second ago. He covered his nose and opened the bag. A strong, not so good smelling odor assaulted his nostrils.
He plunged his hand in the back, head turned in another direction, and searched. When his hand touched the metal box, he took it and hit the bag whit his feet, making it roll a little away.
On the little box, the word 'salt' was written . He walked in the center of the room, opened the box and put his finger in the box. Then, slowly, with a lot of precision, he traced the magic circle for the ritual.
It took some time, and a great deal of patience, but Harry did it. He just hoped that the wind won't mess up with the preparation. He looked back at the bag, breathed, and took his respiration. He walked to it, and took the bag. Making his way back to the circle.
He took the next ingredients, and placed them in the circle. A bunch of raven's feather. One at each end of the lines of the ritual. That was ok in his mind. No, what he expected the most was the last ingredient. He grimaced.
"Ok ! Last step to go ! " he said, more to help him than anything.
He approached his hand of the bag, and stopped just before. He grimaced, and simply turned the bag upside down in the middle of the circle. A red thing felt, and the odor accompanied it. Harry walked away quickly, in one of the cornesr of the room, nearly throwing up.
A heart. On that belonged to a living being from less than one week. He was lucky that the ritual did not actually said that it needed to be human in origin, and simply bought a pig's one from a butcher.
He so desperately needed to talk with Pevrell, right now, but the dark wizard said that he should not be there when they interacted . Not for the first time.
Harry took out his wand, and sat in the little circle that touched the big one. He made his wand touch the salt, and began the incantation.
"I, humble follower of the way of the dead, present myself to you.
I, before you, turn my back to the light, and swear my loyalty to the dark.
I, promise to honor the contract that was created, and to use my power respecting it.
I, Harry Potter, ask you to come forward, in this realm, and give me your blessing. "
He bowed his head, and waited. Now was the tricky part, nobody knows what would happen. It was supposed to take time, you can't exactly summon… her, and expect that she comes right away. She had thing to do.
He waited his head bowed for an amount of time that he could not count. His perception of time was distorted by the fear. But he knows that it was not supposed to take that much time. Maybe the ritual didn't work ? Maybe he did not take the right ingredients ? Maybe he should have talked in Latin ? Pevrell said that she understood all languages, but maybe-
His musing stopped as a dark and purple hole teared reality apart.
"Was it not for my curiosity, I wouldn't have come. " said a voice.
Harry kept his head bowed.
"The ritual is poorly made, th magical power required isn't even close to the right amount, and let's not talk about the tone used for the incantation. " continued the voice.
Harry heard two feet hit the ground, but still did not look up. Sweat rolled on his forehead.
"But, " began the voice " It had been so much time since someone used that ritual. And I so missed to interact with the livings. Raise your head my child. " said the voice with a commanding tone.
Harry raised his head. Before him, stood a cleated figure. Only the hand and feet could be seen, and both were deadly pale. A hood covered her head, and only hair could be seen coming out, hair that seemed to float as if they were in the water. Harry felt a primal fear grip his heart.
"Death. " he whispered.
The deity before him smirked. Or at least, her mouth twitched a little. Her shoes less feet began to move, and she advanced slowly in his direction.
Harry bowed his head once again, making it touch the ground. He heard the soft sound of her feet circling around him, before it stopped in front of him.
"Stand up, now" she demanded.
He did as demanded, but kept his head bowed. He felt her gaze, or he thought that he did, but he felt himself strange. Was it that that they called knocking at death's door ? He did not want to know.
Death moved once again, slowly circling around him, before stopping in front of him again. Harry was beginning to get nervous, that was not what Pevrell said would happen.
"How did you came across this ritual" she asked after a moment.
Harry gulped, now, here goes nothing.
"I found a strange book in my basement, after touching it, a lot of knowledge appaered in my memory. The one of this ritual seemed the most important. " he said the most truthfully he could be.
He did not quite understand why Pevrell did not want to meet Death again, but as his disciple, he would comply with his master order.
He did not hear anything for a minute or so, and kept his head bowed.
"Hm, I guess it does explain the poor quality of this ritual, "she said finally.
Harry felt quite bad at the moment, the ritual was just something that he had fucked up.
Then, Deaht approached him, and took his chin with her hand. Whit him being eleven years old, she was way taller. She moved his face to the left, examining him, then , she did the same for the right. Finally , she looked straight into his eyes. Her lips, what could be seen under the hood twitched once more.
She took a step back. Walking in the direction of the purple like portal that stood there.
"I accept your contract, little necromancer. From now on, you can freely use my dead for any mean, " She said, her back to him.
Harry raised his head, and she turned around. The thing behind her began to emit dark sparks.
"Do me proud, little necromancer ! " She said over the sound that was making the portal.
Harry smiled, and bowed his upper body as she approached her hand of the portal.
"One last thing ! " she said " Tell your master that we will have a conversation, sooner or later ! After all, I have all the time of the world ! "
And with that said, the portal exploded, blowing Harry of his feet.
When he regained his footing, only dust and ash remained. But his mind took what she said in count.
"Fuck. "
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"So ! It is only seven days to your first day, and we I need to teach you the first spell of necromancy, at least. " Said Pevrell as they walked between the graves.
Harry nodded, he was waiting that. Apparently he could not do spell outside… Hogwarts before he was of age. A silly rule, if you asked him, but he would not judge now. He would wait for Pevrell view of this ministry.
Anyway, it did not mean he could not learn it in his mind. It would not make him able to do it outside with a first time, but at least he would learn what to do, how to do it, and how it worked.
He watched as Pevrell stopped in an alley, and raise a skeletal hand. The blue lights of his skulls dimmed a little as a white fabric formed in his hand. It looked a little like sand, if Harry was to describe it.
"This, " said the dead wizard " Is what you could call a soul. Or at least, what remain of one after it leave for the underworld. "
The master wizard twirled the sand in his hand, making it float, jump or move with his hand. He faced a tomb .
"This is the most important magic that the necromancer learn, it is, after all, what we use for all our other spells. " he said, pointing his hand at the tomb.
He then made a throwing motion with his hand. The soul shot from his hand and hit the grave with a resounding 'crack'. Harry widened his eyes. Where a grave stood a second ago, there was only dust and smoke.
"As i said, " said Pevrell, bringing Harry attention back to him, " A necromancer can do basically anything with this soul fragments. This was the simplest thing you could do, just willing the soul to hit something. "
Harry looked back at the 'test target' and then to Pevrell. More and more questions filling his mind. He frowned.
"Did you just… kill a soul, well, again ? " he asked uncertainly.
Energy filled the hand of Pevrell again, and white sand appeared. He looked at it and let it fall on the ground, where it disappeared.
"No. First of all, your mind cannot produce true soul fragments, only what look like it. And secondly, these are not souls, these are what remain of them on this plane of existence. A… cocoon of some sort if you want. " explained the Necromancer as he watched the sand leave his hand.
Harry nodded. It made sense, kinda. But for now, he mostly wanted to learn magic. Not to understand how it worked, it could wait.
"How do I start ? " he asked the dead mage.
"Take out your wand. " he answered without moving.
"My wand ? But I-" began Harry.
A sudden weight appeared in his pocket, and he stopped his ranting. A shaking hand slowly made it way into it, and took out the gray wand.
"How…" he asked in awe.
"It is your wind, my child, you could even ask for a god, and it would give it to you, " Said the necromancer with a sigh.
"It gave me the chance to explain it to you now. My child, " began the skeleton to draw Harry attention, " do not spend too much time in your mind. Some wizard lost themselves in their minds, losing the difference between reality and dream. "
Harry nodded, not convinced, but understanding i tat least. The dead wizard sighed again , and took Harry by the shoulder.
"There was a witch once, a very, very powerful witch. She was powerful enough to create a kingdom who saw her as a goddess. They won a lot of war, and conquered a lot of land. But one day, the witch lost her loved one in a battle. So, she created a perfect replica of him in her mind. From there, she began to spend more and more times in her mind, and less time in her kingdom. With their queen away from the throne, her kingdom was not going so well, and they began to lose dream, her magic could still work, and so her magic, sensing danger, created enormous plant to protect the castle, killing allies and enemies alike. It took no less that twenty wizards to burn the castle to the ground, with the witch still inside. " finished the dark wizard.
Harry digested the information, and looked around him with a little would need to put signs that said 'dream' around the place.
"I think that the muggle called her Sleeping beauty, or something like that. " mused Pevrell.
He laughed as he let go of Harry ,standing up.
"But we don't need to fear that of you, if you spend too much time here, I will go kick you out. Anyway, try to bring some soul fragment with your wand. Just will the dead to answer you. It work in most cases. " said the Necromancer as he faded from the mind.
Harry looked blankly at where stood his mentor just a moment ago, then, he looked at his wand. That was his only tips ? Great.
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Harry put away another book that he was supposed to bring for his first year at Hogwarts. This one was on potion, and Harry found it pretty entertaining. It seemed that there existed a potion for virtually everything, by it stop death, or simply grow three.
He sighed as he took another book from the pile. He then frowned. He didn't pick this book. Was it Mcgonagal ? he didn't know. But the title puzzled him. How …
He shook his head, and opened ' Life of the boy-who-lived, what did he do ? Where is he ? '
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Harry pushed the cart in station, lost in thought. It had been one week since he read that book, and now, with the knowledge that he was famous, the wizard world seemed less and less appealing.
Not that he did not want to go, of course, the promise of magic and the feeling that he got when he first touched his wand were worth anything. It was just that… some people may approach him just to be friend with 'the boy-who-lived', and not Harry.
He sighed as he walked past the ninth platform. He would have to think of that before talking with anyone. Anyway, on to find that platform nine and three quarters now.
He looked around, searching for anything that could be related to wizards. From what he had seen so far, people clothed in robes, with strange cart should be the target.
His eyes fell on a redhead family running in his direction. He lowered his head and tucked his cap a little bit lower. As they passed him, he caught the world 'muggle' and 'nine and three quarter'. He smirked. Jackpot.
He followed them to a pillar, where they stopped. The redhead who seemed to be the mother said something to the tallest of the children, and then, ran in the pillar.
At the moment where they were supposed to hit the wall, a person walked in front of Harry, blocking his view. When he looked again, the two boys were nowhere to be seen. Harry widened his eyes.
That. Was. Awsome. He so wanted to learn to do that.
Harry waited for the entire family to pass through the wall, each one disappearing behind a person walking by, and then tried his luck. He ran in the direction of the wall. When it came close to him, he closed his eyes.
An odd feeling shook his body, and he opened his eyes. Then he widened them. Before him stood a big red steam engine, with Hogwarts' express written on it.
He did not think that wizards would travel by train, but he was not quite against it.
His eyes fell on the station, where countless people dressed in robes embraced themselves before entering a wagon. He spotted the redhead family in the crown. His heart clenched a bit as he saw them say goodbye to each other. One if his hand reached the little scarlet book in his backpack, which was gently heating up.
The mother looked in his direction, and their eyes met. Harry guessed that she saw that he was alone, as she began to walk in his direction.
Harry panicked a little, and entered the first wagon that he could, taking his two trunks whit him.
It seemed that each wagon was made of littles cabins. He searched an empty one, when the door of the wagon opened and one of the redhead walked in, seeming searching someone.
When he spotted him, he smiled and walked in his direction. Harry immediately entered the first cabin on his right, closing the door behind him.
"Ho ? I recognise you…" said a voice behind him.
Harry turned around to face a familiar face. Well, it seemed lady luck liked him quite a bit.
"I don't think I remember your name , " she continued.
Harry opened his mouth, but the door opened behind him.
"Hey ! You can-" said the redhead before he was cut off.
"Weasley. " said the girl.
The redhead's mood seemed to fall all of sudden, and he glared at the girl.
"Malfoy. " he said back.
The girl from the tailor shop smirked, and put her hair away with a move of her hand.
The redhead then glared at him, but backed away when the two other big boys stood up from their seat.
"So you are one of them too ? Hope to never see you again. "he said as he closed the door.
Harry questioned the interaction in his head as he turned back to the girl. She still had her smirk on, but Harry saw that her eyes evaluating him. And it seemed that her first thought wasn't good because her gaze became cold and dark.
"My name's Malfoy, Dawn Malfoy. " she said, more to be polite than anything.
"And these two are Crabe and Goyle, " she pointed the two big boys that were sited once again.
Then she turned her eyes to him, awaiting a reaction. As he did not show anything, it seemed that her opinion of him lessened again.
Harry could leave here and search an empty cabin, but he wanted to see what reactions would they have. He reached his cap, took it off and threw his hair back a little.
"Harry Potter, " he said, extending his hand.
The two boys' eyes widened, while the girl raised an eyebrow, her eyes re-evaluating him.
He was going to try his luck with them.
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It has been some times since they left London now. One hour, maybe a little more . Harry, for his part, enjoyed his trip a lot. The scenery was quite impressive and his cabin-mates were quite friendly.
Crabe and Goyle where a bit dull by first view, but proved themselves to be quite versed in the wizard world. Dawn as well. They explained that three communities lived in this world. The pure-blood, descendant of wizard family the muggleborn, descendant of muggle and the half-blood, descendant of a muggleborn and a purblood.
From their point of view, the pureblood one, the muggleborn were trying to destroy the tradition and the legacy of the pure-blood, which they didn't appreciate. It was something that Harry could understand. He just needed to see the point of view of a muggleborn to take a side.
They also introduced him to the national sport, the 'Quiditch', or something like that. The three seemed to know a lot about it, and wanted dearly to try it at school. So Harry learned that flying lesson existed at Hogwarts. He would have to ask Pevrell how he fled back then.
As the conversation seemed to slow a little, Harry got an idea.
"Hey , "he began, "You know I found this strange book in the bookshop… it talked about necromancy, know anything about it ? " he asked with false ignorance.
The three pure-blood looked at each other. Harry told them that he had been raised by muggles, because of his parents' death, and they had been scandalized. It seemed that something as a 'magical guardian' existed, and that he should seek his. Because, as a potter, he was obviously related to a dozen pure-blood family.
"It is… not well know, " began Crabe " It's more of a legend that anythin-"
"They are amazing" cut Dawn.
The boy looked at her, and she blushed, turning her head a little.
"What ? My father told me about them. The wizard that manipulates the death, nor dark, nor light, always in the middle. " continued the girl.
Harry kind of know about that. Pevrell had said that the contract that they had with death did not allow them to take a side, if she did not take one. He wanted to know how the wizard world of now viewed him.
"The story wants them to have turned on the muggles, wanting an infinite army of death, and to have been stopped by the founder of Hogwarts themselves, " said the withe haired girl, " that's what the light want us to believe anyway. "
Interesting. It seemed that he had the answer to why Pevrell was so angry at Hogwarts. It seemed possible. More questions to ask.
"So, no proof exists that necromancy is real ? " asked Harry.
Dawn smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Ho ? Does the boy-who-lived turned dark from living with muggles ? " she asked ?
Crable and Goyle snickered as Harry smiled a little. He opened his mouth to respond, but the door opened once again. A bushy haired girl looked at each one of them before talking.
"Does any of you seen a toad ? A boy named Nevil lost one, " she said kind of hautly.
Harry saw Dawn grit her teeth and stood up before she could answer.
"No, I am sorry . Could you knock before entering next time ? " he said quickly.
The girl 'humphed' and walked away. Harry waited for her to change wagon before sitting again.
"That is because of them that our world is slowly crumbling, " hissed Crabe.
Goyle and Dawn didn't say anything, but they nodded nonetheless. Harry had to agree with them,this girl, if she truly was a muggleborn, did not give a good image.
"Anyway, she had one thing right, " said Dawn as she stood up, " Go out, we need to change ourself"
The three boys left the room quickly, not wanting to anger the pure-blood girl.
By the window in front of the cabin, a castle could be outlined in the distance. Harry smiled, that was the beginning of his new life.
Well, the official one anyway.
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"First year ! First year ! " yelled a tall and big man.
Harry, Dawn and her guardian walked to him.
"That Hagrid, " said Dawn " I heard he is the gatekeeper at Hogwarts. He lives in the forest or something like that"
Harry raised an eyebrow at the big man counted the children around him. It seemed like a good man, a little creepy, maybe, but not a Olivanders' level.
When Hagrid was satisfied with the number, he asked them to follow him. They walked to the shore of the lake, named 'black lake' by Hagrid, where a dozen little boats waited them.
"No more that four in one boat ! " yelled the giant.
Naturally, Harry sat with his new 'friends', he did not know if he could call them like that for no, but he did. With the little manner Harry learned, Harry helped Dawn to sit on the boat, wich she accepted as the pure-blood girl that she was, making Goyle and Crab giggle.
Harry was busy looking in the water, sure that he saw a face look back at him for a moment, when someone screamed.
He looked up, surprised, and took a deep breath, as did everyone . Before them, on the top if the land, stood an imposing castle. A big, old and rusty castle. The scene was quite imposing.
They stopped at a little entrance, under the castle it seemed, and Hagrid opened a door wich leads inside. He diriged them in the corridors, in front of a big door where another familiar figure was waiting them.
"Welcome. I am Professor Mcgonagal, deputy headmistress of Hogwarts. " said Mcgonagal.
She showed the big door behind her, bringing everyone's attention to it.
"Behind this door, is the Greal Hall. A place where you will eat every day from now on, where you will feast, and where you will be sorted, " she began, " There are four houses here, at Hogwarts, Gryfondor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff… and Slytherin. "
Here, Dawn hit his arm with her elbow, smirking. He rolled his eyes. He learned quickly that she loved that everyone know what her thought were.
"Wait a moment , I will come back when everything is ready," said the Headmistress as she entered the hall.
Harry took this time to look around, admiring the castle while his friend were talking to other people, pure-blood that they knew maybe. As he walked around a little, he heard someone talk about the sorting.
"My brother said that we had to wrestle a troll ! " said the redhead from the station.
Harry raised an eyebrow at that. He could do it. Maybe. That would depend which fictional troll they looked like. If they were ten feet tall, hell no. As he watched his fellow first year debate on what they should do, Dawn walked past him.
"Hmph ! Still as dumb as always, Weasley are we ? " she said.
Harry took a step back, putting his head in his hands. She didn't have to do that, did she ?
"Malfoy, still nasty as ever , are you" growled 'Weasley'.
The girl put a stream of hair behind her ear, her smirk back on. Harry was sure of it now, she loved attention. Be it good or bad.
"At least I am not a moron to think that we have to… wrestle a troll, " she sneered.
Or maybe it just didn't bother her ?
"I am not ! My brother said so ! " said the boy, reddening.
Dawn laughed. Maybe not ?
"Which one said that ? Do you even remember each one of their names ? " continued the girl.
Or she was just mean. This one was, in all cases.
The redhead took out his wand and pointed it at the blonde, but a scream stopped him.
The crowd turned around to see translucent being floating in the air.
"Maybe we should give him another chance, my dear friar, he is not dangerous…" said one of them.
"We already gave him more than enough chance, we- Hm ? " said another as he stopped near them.
No sound was heard for a second. Before one of the ghost yelled… in glee ?
"New students ! Hope to see you in Hufpulf, my old house, you know," said one of them.
It was at that moment that Mcgonagal walked in again, hussuring the ghost away. She then turned in their direction and made them form lines. She then took the place in front of it, and opened the door.
On the other side, four different long tables filled the room, with students seated everywhere, each one wearing the colour of the flag above their table. In the back was another table, where people, much older than them, were discussed. But the thing that made Harry eyes widen, was the ceiling.
It looked as if there was none, and the night sky was just above them, with candles floating in it. That, was amazing. He vaguely heard someone said that it was not real, and stopped himself to hit whoever said that. Thank you Mr. Holmes.
The deputy Headmistress stoped the mat the end of the alley, where a old pointed hat on a stool awaited.
She walked next to it, took a list, and nodded to a small man, near by.
And the hat singed. Like a human being, accompanied by a chorale of student. It sang about the four houses, and what they were all about. He sang about power, friendship, honor and loyalty. At the end, evreyone applauded.
Harry was more and more forgetting about what his status may bring to him, only wanting for the classes to began. So much thing to learn, to use and to see opened themselves to him.
"When I call your name, please step forward and put the hat on ! " said the headmistress when they stopped applauding.
"Abbot , Hannah ! "
A girl stepped forward, and out the hat on. Just a second after, the hat screamed,
"Hufflepuff ! "
The yellow table clapped hard, and the girl walked quickly to her new house.
And so it continued like that. Crabe, Goyle and Malfoy where sorted into Slytherin, like they wanted, the bossy girl from the train was sorted in Gryfondor, twins were separated, one going to Ravenclaw, the other going to Gryfondor.
Until he was called.
"Potter, Harry ! "
Immediately, the hall was filled with wishper. With no small amount of nervousness, Harry walked to the stool , and put the hat on.
And he found himself in his mindscape. Whit a black figure looking at him. A figure with a hat on it. An old pointed hat.
Harry mouth made a 'o'.
"That is strange. I did not imagine someone so young having a mindscape. Not that it bothers me mind you ! I missed moving around ,so much ! " said the figure with the hat's voice.
It streched a bit, and sighed in pleasure. When he saw Harry looking at him, he coughed a little.
"Anyway ! On to my duty ! " said the hat, and it raised it's arms at each side of it.
Immediately, Harry felt like his mind was being moved around, exactly like the time when the soul of Voldemort was roaming free. The hat was reading his very soul, and his memory.
Ha. Talking about Voldemort soul… He looked at the ruin on the hill.
"Oh , do not be worried, youngling, I will not say anything to anyone. Well, anyone but the headmaster if he asks me," said the hat.
As if answering his fear, a cold feeling shook both of them, if the shiver of the figure was anything to go by.
"Really ? Oh, I would be in a bad mood of my disciple was to be discovered on his first year …" said a chilling voice.
They both looked behind them to see the tall and skeletal form of Pevrell. The hat took a step back.
"You can't force me , " said the hat simply.
The skull shook, and a laugh escaped him. Making both hat and disciple shiver .The necromancer floated by them.
"Do you really think that I, a master in the art of necromancy, could not mess with a soul trapped inside a hat, more than that ?Morever, In my disciple's mind ? " murmured the necromancer.
As white magic formed in the hand of the dead wizard ,the hat took another step away from him.
"I understand" said the figure quickly.
"Wonderfull ! Can we go on with the sorting now ? " said the dark wizard cheerfully.
The necromancer puts his hand on the figure's shoulder, and made it turn to Harry. The hat looked at Harry and he felt like it eyes bored into him.
"… You are brave. No doubt of that , but not to a level where you would go out of your way to save anyone. "
" You are clever, and like to learn,but only to subject that interest you. More than that, I feel to describe you with only Rowena values would be a waste. "
" You don't lack ambition , that for sure . But people who have more of it than you may unnerv you. "
"And lastly, you are loyal, and hard work is not a prolblem, but you work only for you, and loyalty is earned, not given. "
The hat sentence resounded inside Harry. He gulped , and the Hat sighed.
"The choice is yours, young man. " said the hat.
Harry though of it, not quite knowing if that's what he wanted to hear. He kind of wanted to be sorted without having to choose. He walked around for a moment, knowing that both Pevrell and the Hat 'eyes' were on him.
Then , he remembered the hat song, and turned to them. The hat pushed lightly the skeletal hand of his shoulder and nodded to Harry .
"This is your decision, are you sure ? " said the hat, reading his mind.
Harry nodded, and he find himself back on the stool. Whit every eyes on him. He heard the hat spoke.
"Better be-"
Soooooo, what do you think ? How is the cliché ending ? Right ? Right ?
I already know where he is going to be, don't worry, I just wanted to end it here before my ideas get too confused ( they already are, i think).
Regarding where he will go, you need to read( or re-read ) the hat's song, and think back to what Harry want the most.
So, yeah he did get friend with fem-foy, cause why not ? Doesn't mean she is not bad. Or mea. Just that she will not be like that with Harry.
Weasley, hmmm, what to say... Dunno, came as I was writting, don't hate them, but can't see them as friend with 'bad' guys.
Hermione, I already talked about her, and you can't say she is friendly, or trying to be, in the first book. I found a solution with her, that some may not like, but will come to like it ( I hope again ).
O yeah ! Totaly forgot about death ! So I made death a character, cause it exist in the three brother tale, cause, again, why not ?
If any ash themselves the question, death is a feminine word in my language, so I always saw death as a feminine figure. She won't make a lot of appearance, but she is going to exist.
And to finish , soul fragment ? I really am creative with name right ? I may change it latter.
I think I said what I wanted, feel free to ask if you have any questions or suggestions.
C u in two weeks (maybe more)