Chapter 3
The HP universe belongs to J.K. Rowling and I'm just publishing this for fun.
"You shall not speak to Lord Voldemort in that manner, I am the greatest sorcerer alive and could exorcise you in a second" His eyes became bright red as he gathered his magic, preparing it to do his bidding and strike at any moment's notice.
"Ah! Such arrogance, but common for someone so young" The being like ether replied then "I assure you my Lord" he said with a sarcastic tone "That although you may be the strongest magical being walking the earth right now, and that is doubtful, you by no means are the greatest sorcerer to graze the face of this planet". It finished.
"Lies! I am Lord Voldemort and have surpassed all the previous sorcerers and achieved true immortality" The self-styled Dark Lord proclaimed "I have surpassed the mighty Herpo the Foul and I am on my way on conquering life as we know it, to shape it to my image, make the next step in evolution, take the magical world where it belongs"
"I like the way you think young man, let me introduce myself, my name is Jude they used to call me The Heartless, I'm one of the previous masters of the stone and I was chosen as your guide to help you sort through the knowledge that the object known as the sorcerer stone holds within".
"You see, not even with all the knowledge within the stone has anyone been able to pin point the exact time it was created" Suddenly the whole environment shifted and as before there was emptiness all around, now they stood in the middle of two endless rows of book cases on each side, with a red carpet as the ground. In the next moment the purple ether started shifting and compressing until suddenly it took the form of a huge Rottweiler, the shoulders of the animal got up to Voldemort's astral body's navel and had a huge head, it looked ancient and powerful.
The Dark Lord was not afraid, he could feel his power coming back to him the minute he touched the stone and now he was well aware of what he could do with this pooch. The dog coming as no surprise to him spoke with the same voice as the purple mist, it was hoarse and had an edge to it, and spoken almost like a whisper still it retained a normal volume
"This here is all the knowledge within the stone, stored by its previous masters, once the stone changes allegiances the previous master must touch it before dying, storing away their knowledge, as you can see when the relic that stores knowledge also grants the user the means to have perpetual youth as a form of immortality you get the pinnacle of magic creation". The Rottweiler now identified as Jude the Heartless was really content, in all his 1847 years as part of the knowledge of the stone this was the first time he had been elected to be guide through the knowledge of the stone.
The Dark Lord was suddenly lost to the endless possibilities just at his fingertips, he looked to the sides and already could tell all different kind of books that he would love to immerse in, Sanguis Ritus Potens, there were particular large tomes of history revealing centuries of the dark ages and even beyond, it reached all the way to Mesopotamia and that was as far as he could tell he would have to move further down the aisle to check the rest of the collection, Exponentia Potens Magisterius, he could see all the advantages of this amassment of knowledge.
"Dog you must fetch me a way to recreate my body" Lord Voldemort commanded the inferior beast, who in turn just glared at the snake like wiry man in front of him, then sighed and slowly made his way down the aisle. While the dog was away the Dark Lord kept looking through the titles around him, making sure to remember which ones would be useful in the future to further his goals, oh this definitely would give him an edge on Dumbledore and anyone else who dared to oppose him.
As the dog came back three books were following behind him, the dark lord took notice of the ability to wield magic that the mutt demonstrated, pretty sure that the current representation of this predecessor of his was not his real image. As the dog got closer his curiosity peaked and made the question "Were you always a drooling beast?" Lord Voldemort was disrespecting the ancient being with each stroke of his tongue, and just kept alienating one of the previous masters of the stone, he was used to his menial servants that he kept treating him as he would his death eaters.
However mad, the dog was compelled by magic to answer the new master of the stone "When you imprint yourself on the stone after you have already made the succession you leave part of your consciousness in the form of your totem spirit, it may be your animagus form, or your patronus maybe even your family crest". The ancient being offered the information but nothing more, this self-styled Dark Lord was getting on his nerves "Anyway here is the information that you requested" he floated the three books and arranged them in a row in front of Voldemort's eyes.
Necromantiae Corporis Resurrectionem "This whole book is dedicated to the rituals designed to facilitate the permanent conjuration of living body parts, it goes without saying that it would let you build a body from scratch, designed by you through your magic, it requires a lot of raw material to make this happen"
The magical imprint kept going changing the book from the front to the back and exposing the next one Comment Récolter Votre Propre Corps "This one explains the concept of growing body parts through herbology, it's a really slow process but one filled with the greatest rewards"
"Bah trust the French to make something as important as growing a vessel a menial task" The dark lord scoffed and dismissed the idea of growing himself out from the ground as ridiculous and time consuming, the dog didn't care about the comment enough to make a retort and kept going with the findings he had gathered, moving the last book forward he revealed the title Transmuting the Elixir.
"This one here is kind of a must read for proprietors of the Stone it will teach you how to use the Elixir made by the Stone, how to use it to perpetuate living tissue and matter, eventually with enough time it would be possible to grow a whole body" Jude seemed to pause for a second in concentration "I don't believe any previous master of the Stone has been in your situation, however by my estimates it could take from four to seven days in perpetual concentration to achieve your goal"
This method was most appealing to Voldemort, it included starting with the mastery of the Stone and honing his powers, the perfect chance "Tell me more about this method now, I command of you".
"You would need to start pouring your energy through the stone, as it must be only your signature, disposing of your host body would be a requirement" The Rottweiler began explaining the process "As you pour your magic through the Stone the artefact will start generating the elixir, it's important to concentrate on moulding your magic with the intents and purposes described in this tome, thanks to this guidelines the Elixir will transmute in to the body parts as described here in chapter seven so as you mould your new body it will be in the image of your intention".
The Dark Lord could continue seeing the advantages of this method, however he would need time to prepare learning the different effects it could make, besides leaving his hosts body would leave him vulnerable so if anything went wrong there was no going back. However with this kind of knowledge literally stored in his hand there was an opportunity to come back and improve his body.
"So the Roman text, the first one you showed me, you mentioned something about raw material" The book was necromantic in nature, this was a subject in which he exceled at, he had studied necromancy since the summer in between sixth and seventh year at Hogwarts, it was what led him to his most powerful secrets, his path to immortality.
"Ah! Yes, yes the necromancers book, it is said that it contains the ancient secrets of old that enable one to preform rituals that delve in to permanent conjuration of living tissue, however as in every ritual this requires sacrifice, hence the raw materials comment" Oh so there was a faster way to come back and then perfect his body.
"What's are the requirements?" The Dark Lord was eager to start with numbers, and if he was right it was going to be the easiest of feats.
"Well the most complete ritual that one can find it's described here in the chapter thirteen" Instantly the book came back to the front and opened in said chapter Plena Restitutio it depicted the runes needed in said ritual along with the chanting requirements. It then went about how the ritual was catalogued with the full balanced rituals and as such one needed the exact same amount of living flesh and tissue and equal requirements had to be met with the magical core, one needed to procure the equivalent in the exact same amount.
The Dark Lord immediately started cracking the arithmancy table and the equivalents, he was already familiar with the equations one needed to convert an inferius body to one of a live magical being, the ratio was one per every thousand, the problem lied in the magical core requirements, he knew even after being a wraith for so long his magical core was extremely potent, besides there was the division of his primal being.
"Perfect" the Dark Lord muttered to himself as he was pursuing the ancient text "Have you ever seen or heard about someone trying to perform this procedure?" He needed to be sure this was the way.
"It is said to be performed in ancient Egypt by Phylacteryes practitioners they often were the courts counsels and the Grand Mages of Anubis, however no one in recent history has ever attempted to grow anything more than appendages" The ancient being declared.
So his predecessors in soul study and mastery had already preformed this procedure, that decided it, we shall use seven thousand inferi bodies from within the lake in this cave, as I don't have a body right now I can design this new one to meet the requirements on the seven thousand inferius corpses, added to the fact that his body will have more physical strength than before it also added the bonus of being atoned for necromantic magics so it would be able to perfectly fit his mangled soul.
With a goal in mind the Dark Lord commanded his temporary host body to a conjured bed and save strength for what was to come, he immersed in to the studies in the ritual, making sure that he got to perfection each and every stroke and incantations. The stone proved useful once again providing him with a bare chamber with only a desk and tons of space in which he was able to practice the drawing of the runes as well as intoning the incantations.
That is how we find Quirinus Quirrell seemingly asleep on a conjured bed while Voldemort's consciousness is practicing inside the stone the necessary steps to generate a new more powerful body. Suddenly the host opens his eyes feeling the directions of his master deep within his consciousness, it was now deeply rooted to his most fundamental self, with almost reluctant robotic like movements he woke up and finally stretching his kinks and knots he got up and began preparing his masters future come back.
He went straight to an unoccupied part of the cave and moving his wand around and in a show of well executed silent transfiguration he made the stone he was standing on and those around him in to a smooth platform perfect for playing host to the ritual.
Lighting up the tip of his wand he started to draw runic chains and layouts in the ground, making sure he got everything according to the book, about halfway through his drawing he started enchanting the final layouts completing the runic circles and binding them in to mathematical perfection and balance.
As he finished the incantations and the binding the runes suddenly light up with purple eldritch energies, charging the room with ancient forces of necromantic nature it suddenly started to pulsate, the Dark Lord knew it was time, so placing himself in his designated place near the lake he started levitating bodies ten by ten, he got them across the runic layout and as soon as he got them to the ground they burned, consummated by the energies of the circle, as he repeated this process in the centre of the layout energies started to emanate from the stone compensating in to simple tissue at first then giving way in to organs and systems.
This process kept going for hours, every time his count got to the thousand corpses a golden hue exuded from the centre circle. Finally after fifteen hours of feeding the runes and completing the requirements for the ritual, binding the conjuration to make it permanent the time came for the body to be tested, everything went exactly as planned so the Dark Lord began the process of leaving a decaying body behind and assuming his new body fit for his immense power.
As the eldritch energies began to recede in to the ground back to other dimension waiting to be summoned again, Quirinus Quirrell suddenly faded to the ground and began burning in black flames. As his master left him, the last thing the former teacher of Hogwarts was aware of was binding pain through his body as it became now unsustainable after leaving a symbiotic correlation like that behind, also the withdrawal from unicorn's blood was taking its toll on his body.
As Quirrell knew no more in the centre of the ritual circle lay the dark lord's newest creation, it held an exact resemblance to his astral body, it was tall and bald with long extremities, and the similarities to an actual snake were uncanny. However this body exuded more power it was fit and seemed agile, its strength was not bulky and definitely not wiry it had the build of an experienced rock climber.
As the dark fire consumed the last remains of his former host the new improved dark lord opened his eyes for the first time. They were big and red, as the cat like pupil shifted as such from thin to wide adjusting his eyesight to perfectly fit his environment. He had two slits for a nose and a thin straight mouth. As he got up and tested his new body and experiment becoming accustomed to it.
This experience was new to Lord Voldemort this power was new to him, he could feel how his being started to blend in with this new vessel, he could feel how his power grew exponentially from being a former wraith to surpassing his previous levels, he was ecstatic with the results he got, as euphoria started to settle inside his new body he began laughing like a mad man.
His enemies would bend at his feet, this new power deserved to be showcased it deserved to be shown to the world, he was sure that even the great Albus Dumbledore would be in deep trouble now, he was more fit than when he was twenty years old, with the experience of leading an almost successful coup, and the greatest magical artefact ever made before granting him perpetual youth to his immortality and the greatest collection of knowledge ever made.
Taking his first steps in his new body he made his way to the pile of ashes that used to be his vehicle and went looking for the wand that had fell in front of Quirrell as soon as he started caching on fire. Testing the allegiance of the wand he found it already atoned to his magical signature, this would do for now, he needed to find the death stick he was already calculating the effects said wand would have combined with his new gains.
Honing his power and first flexing his magical muscle he apparated right out of the cave with the sole intent of finishing the boy-who-lived, prophecy be damned he had been vanquished, perhaps the prophecy had been fulfilled and he had foiled destiny by being immortal. With this new power he was sure no one would stand in his way.
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As the sun rose on Privet Drive we find our hero on his bed waking up to nightmares of a cave filed with decaying corpses and flashes of bright black purple and white energy, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he got up from his bed in the smallest bedroom of the house, he was confused and somehow it seemed that this dream was just as important as the last one.
Making his way downstairs and just before he began making his preparations for breakfast he made his way out to the back yard and making sure no one was looking he made his way to the corner of the garden just beside the shack "Hello Auror Moody, had a good night?" He called out to thin air.
"Just splendid brat!" came the voice of the retired auror from behind him making him jump "Always stay on your toes kid, it will probably save your life more than once" The mad auror admonished the teenager "Now tell me what could be so important that makes you risk my cover?"
"I know it might seem unimportant to you" The teen began "But I had a dream last night, I need the Headmaster to know about this as it has happened before" The ex-auror gave a knowing look to the teen appraising the information that was being relied to him, as the teen stated it was seemingly unimportant but knowing his good friend as he did he was sure this was information that he would like to have as soon as possible.
"Sure kid I'll be sure to relay your message to Albus as soon as my shift ends, that should be in about an hour" The ex-auror relied the info to the teen "Now of you go inside, you know as well as I do that the guards are stronger on the inside".
Making his way inside he began making breakfast for his family, putting together some eggs and toast sided with bacon and complimented with pancakes he set the table and watched as one by one his bleary eyed relatives made their way to the kitchen taking their places among the table and began eating the breakfast he prepared. Siting himself amongst them and making himself invisible he ate his breakfast.
As they cleared their plates the Dursleys made themselves scarce and moved to their own individual activities, after cleaning the kitchen he made his way to his room to begin with his summer homework and maybe start preparing some additional studies.
Just as he made his way to his bedroom's door he felt it, there was a magical shockwave that shook the house to its foundations it repeated once more and then he heard the malicious amplified voice of the Dark Lord Voldemort himself "KNOCK KNOCK HARRY POTTER!" He screamed with glee "IT'S TIME TO DIE BOY-WHO-LIVED!"
As Harry was making his way up the stairs Lord Voldemort had arrived just in the middle of the street named Privet Drive, just in front of the number four, he could feel it, the wards propelled by something unknown to him, unconditional love, however based on the strength of them there wasn´t much of that inside the house.
In a flash the Dark Lord levelled his wand towards the warded house Magna maximus impulsum he intoned inside his head, willing his magic to ram through his obstacle and tear apart the protections that the boy had. A silver bolt of magic expelled from his wand hitting straight on the invisible shield making it shimmer a translucent white while showing the first signs of strain, making another try at the wards he was rewarded with cracks and the first signs of strain, oh this was so easy, it seemed the boy was uncared for his relatives.
As the Dark Lord was gathering more strength testing the limits of his new powers getting ready to obliterate the wards, our hero made a mad dash going back down the stairs, Harry knew there was big trouble ahead if Voldemort was attacking his house directly, instincts sharpened by years of escaping Dudley and his gang helping him to think lucid in the face of danger, he made his way to his cupboard down the stairs where he knew his only means of defence were stored.
Getting in front of the door to the cupboard he felt as the ambiance magic saturated just outside the house, he made to open the door and just as he was going to step inside the stairs the world exploded. Voldemort finally gathering a descent amount of strength had obliterated the wards making the shattered protection to turn on itself generating a magical explosion that destroyed part of the house including the windows, doors and some chunks of wall.
Harry was thrown down the stairs of his cupboard landing on top of his trunk head first and probably causing him a mild concussion. He was disoriented and filled with pain, not only the physical originated from the hit on his head but also the pain on his scar that had been increasing and now it felt like his head was splitting.
The Dark Lord had waited until the magical reaction settled down and mad his way through the front door of the house, he could feel the boy, he knew where to go to find him, so making his way to the door of the cupboard and peering down the stairs he saw him lying there, his head bleeding from multiple places.
Harry turned around just as the Dark Lord showed his face at the top of the stairs. He was feeling nausea and vertigo from the hit to the head and he knew it was too late to put his cloak on, he had wanted to do it just as he got his wand to make a clean escape, Harry saw the dark lord's eyes glow red for a brief second just as the wand was aimed at him and then he heard the first words he remembered ever hearing "Avada Kedavra" the last thing he saw just before his eyes rolled to the back of his head was a green eerie glow, one that he remembered dreaming about all of his life, then he knew no more.