Warlock

Chapter 001 – A Bit of Inter-Dimensional Travel

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It is unknown how. It is unknown why. However, neither of these thoughts matter to Harry, who, when trying to stop the ritual to rebirth Voldemort, says a sentence that changes… everything. Something happens, taking him, Voldemort, and Wormtail…away to a new world. When they arrive, the he is alone… only one supposedly remains. However, all is not right… if, because of happens you fuse with other living organisms… why doesn't he show any features of Wormtail or Voldemort? Not only that, he's alone in a new place, and causing trouble already.

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"B-blood of the enemy…forcibly taken…you will…resurrect your foe."

Harry could do nothing to prevent it, he was tied too tightly… Squinting down, struggling hopelessly at the ropes binding him, he saw the shining silver dagger shaking in Wormtail's remaining hand. He felt it's point penetrate the crook of his right arm blood seeping down the sleeve of his torn robes. Wormtail, still panting in pain, fumbled in his pocket for a glass vial and held it to Harry's cut, so that a dribble of blood fell into it.

He staggered back to the cauldron with Harry's blood.

- Excerpt taken from Page 642 of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, American Edition

As Harry groaned in pain, thoughts roared through his head at hundreds of miles an hour. Among ones ranging from serious to comical, one prevailed in his mind; why did Wormtail say the things that he did…and if he said the blood was forcibly taken…what would happen if it was declared willingly given?

"Wormtail, there's something I think you should know." He coughed out, making the ex-Marauder pause for a moment before continuing on.

"What is it Potter?" He said, stopping before the cauldron before starting to tip the vial into it.

He licked his lips, before saying a sentence that would change…everything.

"I, Harry James Potter, Son of Lily Rose Potter nee Evens and James Gabriel Potter, willingly give my blood."

For a few seconds, everything stopped. Insects stopped chirping. Animals stopped calling to each other, and the wind stopped rustling the trees. Wormtail's head snapped towards him so fast that Harry was wondering how he didn't get whiplash as he looked on in abject horror.

Above all, a voice shouted yelled, from the Mini-Voldie in the cauldron. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Above all noises, a single drop of liquid ruby fell from the clear vial into the cauldron containing eldritch fluids of unknown origin, but a purpose easy to figure, changing history…forever.

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The Pater Servus Inimicus Ritual, created by Dark Lord Noruas within a year of the death of Jesus of Nazareth, was a vile creation.

Made in relation to the magic known as a Horcrux, it was used to bring back a wraith, what happened to one who had a Horcrux in existence while their physical body was destroyed, back to the physical plane. Learning of the ritual about five years after the youngest potter disintegrated his former body, he used a good chuck of his time before "merging" with Professor Quirrel learning all he could about the potion involved, including how to make it.

Unluckily for most users of the potion before him, they did not know that in accordance to the potion, four more things were needed in the liquid before it would work.

Bone of the father, unwittingly given.

Flesh of the Servant, willingly given.

Blood of the Enemy, unwillingly taken.

And finally, a fragment of the soul bound to a physical object, known better as a Horcrux.

Luckily for Voldemort, he had created two Horcruxes before his "removal" from the physical plane; his old diary from school, which was destroyed by Harry after the killing of the Basilisk, and the Gaunt Family ring.

Now, with the change that Harry implemented with the carelessness that can come into existence when death is imminent, everything was wrong. If not for a set of coincidences, the change would have ended in a magical version of a nuclear explosion, with a mile wide crater and pure magic fallout being the by-products. However, that was not to be the case.

Harry, being regarded as the boy who had cheated his way into the tournament, had had his stuff stolen or otherwise just plain messed with almost daily. After the fifth time, he had gone to Professor Flitwick and asked if he knew anyway he could carry his most important artifacts on him at all time, to make sure they weren't messed with.

Luckily enough, he did, and proceeded to direct the Potter Heir toward the item known as a Mokeskin pouch, which not only was bigger on the inside than the outside, but would only let the owner take things out. Inside, he had stored his photo albums, as well as a few other books, charms (the trinket kind, not the magic), and his Invisibility Cloak.

One more fact that would, in the future, be monumentally important, was the fact that while a baby, he regularly summoned his parent's wands to mess around with (which usually ended in his father or one of his uncles another skin color) and once did the same thing with Dumbledore's wand.

Dumbledore's Elder Wand.

With the possession of the Cloak of Invisibility on his body and the true owner of the Wand of Destiny, as well as the Gaunt Ring being used as the Horcrux used in the Pater Servus Inimicus Ritual, never had the owners of all of the Deathly Hallows, the Death-Blessed, been in the same room since the brothers Peverell had forged their gifts and parted company, even if only in spirit in the case of the Eldruhn Wand.

With Harry possessing two of the Hallows, and the third inside the cauldron, unclaimed except for a fraction of a soul tied to it, they proceeded to try and protect their masters, by any means necessary.

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No one, not Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, the Flamels, or anyone else would or could, if given the chance to investigate, be able to try and figure out how they kept the annihilation from happening, or why they did so. No one would or could be able to explain what happened. All the Aurors that arrived on scene would find out, as well as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, was that, in the clearing in which it occurred, as well as nearly an entire kilometer from that epicenter, was dead.

Nothing within that circle was alive; not the birds, not the lizards nor the snakes, not even the Eriophyid mites, among the smallest of all arthropods, measuring only 125 to 250 μm in length, were dead. The only other thing that was different was the clearing in which the incident occurred, the entire 30 meter diameter clearing, was gone.