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The End Or The Beginning?
The one in which we know nothing more.
It hurt like hell. He didn't know why, He couldn't remember ever being in so much pain. It felt like some part of him had been ripped away, tearing him in half.
Hocruxes! Riddle!
Was he dead? Did Voldemort die with him or did he manage to escape?
Harry's mind couldn't comprehend any complex thought.
Then he somehow understand.
The pain continued because Voldemort's soul clutched to him, it clutched with every power it possessed. He had to push, he had to disconnect.
But how?
He couldn't move, he couldn't feel his body. How come he could even think? He shouldn't feel the pain.
And then all of a sudden everything went still. No pain, no Voldemort. Nothing.
Harry was confused. Should he even feel that way? Was that the afterlife? If that was, than he decided he didn't like it.
And again, as suddenly as before, he felt like he had been pulled somewhere, moving faster and faster…
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"Ouch." the body fell to the floor in a heap.
"That was bloody unpleasant." He murmured.
Slowly Harry untangled himself from his robes. His whole body aching terribly. Moving to his knees, his hands on the floor, he shook his head to clear it a little.
It felt like he was in some kind of a room. Well, he certainly was kneeling on the stone floor. Harry could feel the veil behind him. The magic that it emanated.
He rubbed his face with one hand trying to rid himself of the dizziness and froze when he touched his forehead.
He couldn't feel his scar. It should be there, it was always there, a bruise on his forehead. He absentmindedly conjured a mirror to try and see his face and then realized that the room was lit with some torches, Harry froze instinctively.
He saw a silver light out of the corner of his eye, and he suddenly became aware that he wasn't alone in this place.
His body stiffened, he vanished the mirror with a thought and looked up to see six wands pointed at him. A little silver sparrow was leaving the room behind the owners of the wands.
Mechanically he rolled to the side, stopped on one knee, rose his hand and erected a shield around himself. With his other hand he automatically had sent a wave of magic to measure his opponents power and prepare to restrain the strongest first.
Unfortunately for him, as well as, for the rest in the room, one of them decided that his action was hostile and shot the first offensive spell of the day in the Chamber of Whispers.
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Darren Stadelton was terrified. He was an Unspeakable for five years, but he was a researcher not a fighter. And that monster had just sent his two co-workers crashing into the wall with the wave of his hand. And what was that thing shining around him.
There were four of them left in the room. He hoped that the Aurors would arrive soon, or maybe someone would call Dumbledore or Flamel.
This man just attacked them without a reason!
They were trying to find out who he was. But before they could ask anything some force pushed them back.
In his dictionary that was an attack!
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"EXPELLIARMUS" Three of the four still standing attackers shouted in unison.
Harry dropped the shield that was holding him in place, rolled backwards and conjured a block of stone to intercept the spells.
They hit its target shattering it to pieces and creating a cloud of dust.
At the same time, using his momentum, Harry backed some more and hid himself behind the veil.
He disillusioned himself with an intent of getting out of there as fast as he could.
But as always luck left him as soon as he needed it most. He heard some commotion from a distance. That meant that more of them were coming.
And a moment later a group of people stormed through the entrance. Harry could hear bits of what they were saying.
"How many…"
"…to the medi-witch … two more squads…"
"What are you babbling boy…" That voice was vaguely familiar.
Where the hell am I?
"Who is he? Did anyone tried to interrogate…"
They don't act like the Death Eaters. Especially the newcomers. More like… Aurors?
Harry decided that that was enough of assessing the situation and time to act. He pushed from his hiding place only to find himself stirring the dust that didn't have the time to settle, unfortunately his attackers noticed it to.
"Paint, to the left of the veil." The familiar voice shouted. "He's disillusioned."
He didn't reacted in time. Some of their spells hit him in the chest leaving the rainbow of colors on his robes.
Just great, Aberfoth's battle robes, I just hope it could be cleaned.
He conjured some more blocks of stone and sent them at his attackers. He didn't want to hurt anyone, after all they didn't use Unforgivables yet, and recently the Death Eaters had fought only with those. But he wouldn't stay and wait for them to hit him with something.
He started conjuring more and more stones and sending them at those people aiming carefully below their neckline.
He could hear others coming.
His stones wouldn't stop them but they would certainly distract them and Harry could conjure stone obstacles in his sleep and even shoot few spells with his other hand at the same time.
The new ones arrived only a minute later but he already was halfway through the chamber, his stones intercepting every spell shot at him.
"Accio Boots." He murmured the spell at the newcomers. Simple and effective. Few of the newly arrived lost their balance and his stones hit its targets creating more time for him, in the chaos, to sneak out.
Then he felt His magic, as great as it always was, but not only his.
Harry looked up and in the entrance they stood, two wizards, one he saw only on the Wizard Card, and second, the ghost from his past.
Harry stumbled shocked, his stones momentarily forgotten, he looked to the right of those visions and he saw someone looking exactly like him picking himself from the dirty floor but that somehow didn't hit him the way that the presence of the person helping his other self from the ground.
There next to the other Harry Potter stood Sirius Black.
They looked at each other, maintaining the eye contact for a second before a barrage of spells hit Harry and he knew no more.
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"Merlin! James did you… did you… its you!" Sirius blurred out, his voice echoing in the silent chamber.
"Alastor, Frank could you take this person to Hogwarts. Kingsley go and warn Poppy and Mrs. Weasley." Albus Dumbledore said taking control of the situation.
"What do you think Nicholas, I didn't see him using wand?" He asked his friend and old mentor quietly.
"Mr. Shacklebolt, would you mind going to Professor Flitwick and asking him for 'Zenobia cuffs'. Tell him that there is a visitor who will need them." Nicholas Flamel asked the Auror.
"Black move your ass over here. Diggory you as well." Alastor Moody barked. "Shacklebolt you heard the man!"
They started to levitate Harry's unconscious body from the room.
"Potter what about you?" He asked.
"I'm alright."
Dumbledore walked to one of the Unspeakables.
"Mister Stadelton I understand that you were here from the beginning?" Albus asked his former student.
The man nodded, his eyes wide with shock.
"Would you agree to share your memories with us in a pensive."
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