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The chanting had begun.
Immediately, it was like an invisible wind had been blown from the barrier, a good 30 seconds in. At first it barely a whisper that the airs could easily ignore before it turned into a loud roar in your ears within a good mind.
Xander, felt the magic rising in the air, as he also felt Harry squeeze his hand tighter, clearly the boy was scared but having his daddy here right beside him, had helped ease the tension in his shoulder.
"Harry, it's going to be okay." He said, as the wind suddenly became an upward draft, his hair did not react well to the change and become a bird's nest, like Harry's, which draw a smile to the little boy's face, to find out how alike they were now.
It distracted Harry long enough, not to notice the white light forming above them but when Xander magic was added, he was forced to take notice, and because of the bond between them, sensing that would be Harry in danger.
The normal white light cloud, became a hundred time brighter, to the point, it was like seeing the glow of an angel.
Protected by the barrier, all the Elves could do was stop themselves from looking on in awe as the energy they had gathered, transcended pure light energy because of one person.
Was this the power of somebody who had the Felix blood?
"Harry, close your eyes. It would be over soon." Xander said, as Harry didn't dare to keep looking since it was too scary and instead trusted him and closed his eyes while bracing himself.
The moment he did so, the light stopping hovering above them and made an arc, shooting towards them at blinding speed.
It's Target?
Harry poor forehead.
Everybody had to shut their eyes as the light made contact with Harry's forehead and touched his scar and once it was over, Harry whole body was enveloped with light.
But it didn't hurt.
The light felt like, being picked up and cuddled in his daddy arms to Harry, his expression was one of pure peace than pain.
Xander, hope rose seeing Harry wasn't hurt, it was working, there was no resistance from the Horcr-
Harry let out a spine chilling scream.
He had hoped too soon.
Ch 6: Little Harry vs the Horcrux: Part 2
Time seemed to stand still as Harry eyes suddenly snapped, but instead of being steel gray like usual but black, Harry body thrashed around, his nails suddenly had the strength to dig into Xander knuckles.
But the man didn't let out a hiss of pain, even though it was clearly painful, the Elves know they couldn't stop the process, or the Horcrux might break free of barrier and kill them all, they were all worried about Lord Felix safety, clearly the Horcrux wasn't going down without a fight, this only increased their chanting.
Xander, had no choice but to place Harry in a body bind, it was the only thing he could do right now, Harry had to stay on the rock, it was the ritual's focus point and everything would be for nothing if he left it, he felt so useless right now.
He couldn't enter Harry mind.
Harry had to defeat the Horcrux on his own.
He prayed that Harry remembered the one lesson in Occlumency he had given him, even if it was in a dream.
Please let Harry remember it.
#In Harry Mind#
Luckily for Xander, Harry had remember that dream, the child was locked away in his own mind, so Harry got access to everything in his subconscious, including the dream, if it wasn't for that, this monster would have swallowed him whole, when he first got here.
Because in front of him was the thing that had been hidden away in his scar, the thing that was once a man but now was nothing but a shard of that man. The very air around it reeked of nothing but darkness and decay, but Harry held strong, he could still feel his daddy hand.
One minute he was feeling warm and safe, than out of nowhere, Harry had been pulled into his mind to face this thing, he had been promptly attacked by the Horcrux, only for him to raise a wall in front of him stopping it in its tracks.
"Foolish, child. You cannot defeat me" the man's said, it's voice was even worse, than what it looked and it made Harry shudder, it knocked down his wall pathetically easily and said. "I am LORD VOLDEMORT! You may have vanished me once as a baby but you will certain not do it again. This time, I will not underestimate you because you are a child. I will make you feel pain, as I slowly kill you and use your body to resurrect my true self! ALL WILL FEEL THE WRATH OF LORD VOLDERMORT!"
And if he wasn't so scary looking, powerful and Harry wasn't trap in his own mind. Harry would have placed this guy higher on the lunatic scale over Professor Dumbledore, which was an impressive feat.
But instead of staring at the imposing figure like an idiot, Harry know that he couldn't die here, dying here meant that, he couldn't be loved by his daddy, he wouldn't be able to eat ice cream, he wouldn't be able to play with his toy's or sleep in a warm comfortable bed and be allowed to eat whatever he wanted until he was full.
He didn't escape from the Potter's only to die two months later!
Harry, now had dreams, he was going to succeed his daddy and show everybody how special he was and when they try to get on his good side, he wouldn't care.
Who would care about people who didn't care enough to say good morning to him in the morning, like his daddy did, hell, eating at least once, as a full family with him included would have been nice.
But he couldn't become awesome if he was dead.
With renewed energy, Harry took his lesson from his daddy, one step further and created arrows, missile, flightier jets, bombs and ninja's, his six year old imagination was his greatest weapon and it aided him well.
He throw weapon after weapon against the Horcrux of the fearsome Lord Voldermort, who was trying and failing to reach him because of the weapons.
If a Legilimens were to encounter this scene, they would have been shocked seeing a the battle raging on between Lord Voldemort, a man who was infamous for his skill in the mind arts and a six year old child, who shouldn't be able to create such deadly weapons so quickly in his mind.
Harry, was powerful, there was no doubt about it but so was Voldemort and they were at a deadlock, but you can't win with power along, you needed experience and unfortunately for Harry, he lacked experience which Voldemort had bucks off.
Voldemort soon learned quickly, and began to advance slowly and before Harry know it, Voldemort had picked him up by the neck and was choking him.
"You brat, you've been a thorn in my side for too long" Voldermort hissed, enjoying how Harry face was turning purple. "Be grateful, that you can at least die, knowing you, put up more of a fight than most adults do when I break into their minds, but this is the end."
And Harry thought.
DADDY!
.
.
DADDY!
"Harry?" Xander said, getting up, he could have sworn he heard Harry's voice, little did he know he was hearing him through the bond, and Harry sounded like he was in trouble.
He had to think.
Harry was going up against, Voldemort in his mind, even if it was only a small part of him.
Just, think.
How could Harry defeat a Wizard who had more than thirty years in Occlumency behind while he hadn't studied for a month.
Oddly enough, Xander found his mind going to bull rubbish, that was Dumbledore theory in the canon universe on how Harry survived that night.
A mother's love indeed, he wanted to snort but he got the feeling this was no time for that.
He had to think.
Think.
A mother's love.
"…..."
He suddenly had an idea, it might be crazy but it was only thing he could think off right now and it was better than nothing.
"Harry, if you're in there, I want you to listen very careful" He said, talking to the thrashing body of his son. "I want you to remember the first time, you met me"
.
.
.
"I want you to remember the first time, you met me" Come a voice, Harry could somehow hear.
Daddy?! He thought in shock.
Harry mind found itself wondered to the first time he had met his daddy, it was on his sixth birthday, a birthday he would never forgot.
He remembered the smiles, the laughter and jokes of those who celebrated Jamus birthday.
He also remembered the sadness.
The sadness that nobody remembered, it was his birthday too.
He could tell that once again, the cake would say 'Happy Birthday, Jamus Potter' not 'Happy Birthday, Jamus and Harry Potter', he had run away so that nobody could see him cry.
And that's when he met the man, he called daddy.
Harry, started feeling warm when he remembered that very moment, when he had rested his eyes on the man he would later call daddy.
The warmth increased, when his daddy gave him, his very first present in years and hadn't mistaken him for his twin brother.
His mind wonder to the pendent, the feeling of having somebody to talk to, of having somebody who actually cared when he had something to say coursed through his.
The days he spent at his daddy's house, when he came for him because he needed help.
The adoption and the feeling of warmth as his daddy told him, he wanted to him.
Waking up, and meeting Drabble, having the best lunch he had ever had.
The indoor Zoo, the monkey Pan and her sloppy kisses that he liked, the feeding of the ducks, the playfulness of the dolphins, the other animals.
The moment when he tasted Ice cream for the first time and felt the sweetness and chill on his tongues and loved it, waking up and finding out his daddy had rushed to his aid, the moment he heard him scream just because a nightmare, and had apparently spent the rest of the night comforting him.
The days when his daddy, would drop everything and play with him, even though it made the man look ridiculous, the man didn't care and never failed to bring a smile to his face.
But he mostly remember those precious moments with his daddy.
His daddy's hugs and kisses, the heat whenever he was lifted and placed on his daddy's laps wither he liked it or not, how the man always told him to eat his vegetables, the way his daddy's eyes lit up whenever he was doing something childish and that smile.
That smile that warmed his heart every time he saw it, and told him, his daddy was pleased with him.
His daddy had told him he loved him countless times and would always come to his rescue.
His daddy had put himself right next to him, when he know it was dangerous and he could get hurt, but he didn't care.
Even now, Harry could feel the warmth of the large hand wrapped around his own.
His daddy was here for him, every step of the way.
He wasn't alone.
His daddy loved him.
And he loved his daddy.
Harry lost in thought, did not realize that Voldermort, had stopped strangling him when his body started to mysteriously heat up, due to constant good memories he had made in such a short time, along with the wonderful emotions that came with it, the man's confusion turned into horror when Harry started glowing with pure light.
That horror increased when Harry began to lift of the ground, emitting light like a lightbulb before becoming a Supernova of Light beams.
Fueled by love and magic from the blood of the Potter's, Evans and the most powerful one of all.
A Felix.
Magic danced on his skin.
The Horcrux of Voldemort, could only watch in shock as the light that shot out of Harry became a lion with proud giant wings, but the strangest thing about it, was that it had long horns on top of its head, unlike the mythology, one horn was Gryffindor red and yellow, stripped, while the other was Slytherin green and silver stripped.
The Lion was ten times the size of the Horcrux!
Voldermort, eyes were so wide that they could have popped out of their sockets as he tried to understand what he was seeing and how a child had this much power, when himself had never produced such a thing, he could just feel the enormous amount of magic from here!
And Harry gave no warning, giving warnings, made sure the enemy always had time to think of a way to defend himself and he did not want that.
The Lion charged at the Horcrux.
The Horcrux didn't stand a chance, it was ripped to shreds within seconds.
Outside, something, that could have be deceptively believed as black fog had begun to rise from Harry lightening shaped scar, as it leaked a small trickle of blood, along with a terrifying hiss of pain, as the Horcrux immediately tried to latch onto anything nearby.
And that person was Xander.
But it was too late, the Elves had seen their chance and they had sized it beautifully, weakened, the Horcrux was forced into the bounded and gagged pig, with only screams of protest.
The barrier was taken down immediately and one of the elves immediately took out a knife and stabbed the pig, multiple of times, stabbed it until they were sure the pig was indeed dead and had no chance of reviving from the brink of death.
The pig had been killed so there was one less Horcrux in the world, now.
Xander, looked at the snoring boy on the rock and said.
"I can't believe that actually worked."
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Next chapter, it's Harry first Chrismas with Xander, and Xander has a special gift for Harry, and surprisingly so does Harry, as he confronts Xander on the possibility that he may be the Boy-Who-Lived, instead of Jamus. Review/fav and follow!