Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter, JKR does and the image for the cover isn't mine too.
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Warning AU : Hogwarts starts at 15, which means Harry is 18 since he is in 4th year. I just do that because it's way easier to write about young adults than teenagers. Moreover, I don't want to write about a teenager killing.
Since it is a OP!Harry story, I wrote it so it will only last the 4th year. After that, I will either move on another story or continue to write this one but Voldemort will already be dead so we'll see how it goes. Also, the Horcrux in the diary of Tom Jedusor isn't dead, for now.
Pairing ? I don't know but I'll let you vote for it and I'll then choose one with your vote and how the story goes on.
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Chapter 1 : Destroying the Horcruxes.
Neither can live while the other one survives.
No.
Neither can live while the other one survives.
NO.
Neither can live while the other one survives.
NO !
Harry jerked his head up, looking around frantically as he observed his surroundings.
Huh.
He was in the Chamber of Secrets, a agonizing silence filled his surrounding as he gazed at the room.
He instinctively reached for his scar, feeling the burn that plagued his forehead.
He remembers now.
He had been chosen as the Fourth Champion yesterday.
Unable to face his peers because of what he would probably be confronted to, he decided to go and sleep in the only place he knew no one could see him.
The moment he got there, an excruciating pain filled him as he approached the diary that remained in the Chamber.
An Horcrux.
How does he knows ?
He saw it.
Everything.
Everything that would happen later on, if he didn't do anything about it.
He saw it.
Umbridge.
Sirius's death.
Cedric's death.
Rogue's betrayal.
Dumbledore's death.
The hunt.
All the death.
And then, a flash of Avada Kedavra and then nothing else.
He died.
He was unable to do anything.
He was so weak.
He saw it.
The prophecy.
Why he had to fight him.
The horcrux inside of his head.
All the other horcruxes.
He can't let that happen.
Can't let that affect him.
"I won't be weak, not anymore !" He shouted out loud to no one in particular.
As soon as he said that, the Horcrux in his scar burned, prompting him to put his hand on it and whither in pain.
No.
Neither can live while the other one survives.
NO !
He reached for his magic, feeling it surrounding his body.
He projected it to diary, and it screeched, trying to entice him.
You're a fool Harry Potter, and you will loose, everything !
"NOOOOO !" He trashed around and, suddenly, a wave of magic exploded from him.
It collided against the walls, defying them and the statues around the room exploded.
Debris flew everywhere as he shouted in agony.
The diary exploded in ashes, black smoke exploding from it.
And then, it flew directly to him, trying to possess him.
To no avail.
As soon as the soul in the diary tried to overpower him, he battled away the influence.
He was going to rip the soul in ashes, but something caught his eyes.
Voldemort's memories and power were inside of it.
He could grab both and be done with it.
But he didn't want his memories. Who would want memories of someone like Voldemort ?
He personally wouldn't.
He pushed for Voldemort's powers, the soul fighting off for it.
But he already absorbed it, the soul screeched a final cry of pain before it exploded.
Harry buckled in tiredness, but he wasn't done.
He reached for the other Horcruxes.
One by one, he took care of them.
Gaunt's Ring.
It manifested in front of him and soon, the screeching started again.
But Harry ignored it all, taking the power from the artefact and ripped it apart.
Slytherin's Locket.
It appeared in front of him too, and he was saddened that he had to destroy such artefacts because of Voldemort.
Those were the Founders of Hogwarts last remaining artefacts.
But nonetheless he ripped the power from it and moved on.
Soon, it became an excruciating and long task that he powered through.
He ignored the blood coming out of his nose and mouth, and the headache that threatened to split his head in two.
Hufflepuff's cup.
Ravenclaw's diadem.
And then –
Nagini.
The moment the snake appeared in front of him, it tried to jump at him in anger.
But Harry put his hand in front of him, feeling totally entuned with magic.
The moment the snake opened his mouth to bite his hand, slashes out of thin air appeared and trashed the snake.
BOOM.
It exploded in black smoke, his scar's pain was unbearable.
Harry looked around, feeling that he was finally all alone.
Him, the Basilik's body and his scar.
He sighed, feeling that he was close to fainting.
But he couldn't faint. Not right now.
If he did, the Horcrux inside of his head would possess him and it will be over for him.
"Get out" He growled to his scar – to Voldemort's shard inside of his head.
The Horcrux screeched, black blood coming out of it.
He shouted, pain lacing his body.
He pushed through, his mental barriers pushing the shard out of his mouth.
And then –
The scar exploded in black smoke.
And he fainted.
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A few hours later – Chamber of Secrets.
For the first time in his life, Harry woke up to the feeling of contempt and liberty.
He gazed around lazily, taking in his surroundings.
The Chamber of Secrets was nothing but a destroyed room.
The wall around it grumbled, and he could feel that it was a matter of time before the room exploded.
He, painfully, got up to his knees and then his shaky leg.
He took his glasses in his hands and put them on.
Ignoring the broken state of the glasses, since he couldn't see without them, he rushed as fast as he could out of the room.
As soon as he got out, the chamber exploded, and he was sure that – without the wards around them, all Hogwarts could have sensed it.
But no one except him experienced the earth-shattering earthquake that disintegrated the Chamber of Secret.
Harry smiled.
While it was sad that such a room was destroyed, it might prevent people like Voldemort releasing monsters like Basilik's out of the chamber.
He sighed as he climbed out of the room.
Time to face the music.
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A few minutes later – Griffindor's Common Room.
The sight made him want to destroy everything.
They all ignored him.
Even his so-called best friends.
Well, he couldn't really blame Hermione. She liked Ron and wanted to be in his good grace, so she ignored him too.
But he couldn't help but be disappointed by her the most.
She always had been the anchor that helped go through the events of the last 4 years.
Not having her around hurt him the most, but he decided that it wasn't a bad thing.
It would let him become his own man and find other friends that were much better for himself.
Not right now.
For now, the vision of the future filled his mind, and he doesn't have time for such things like friendship.
He got out of the room before anyone could make a remark.
To the library.
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Library – After a few minutes.
Harry sighed, ignoring the librarian's death stare as he made a noise.
Not taking Voldemort's memories had pros and cons.
While it will help him sleep at night, and will avoid him seeing horrifying memories, he was left with little knowledge about – well, anything related about magic really.
He wasn't a master of Runes, or Arithmancy or Dark Magic.
Or anything really.
He was only good at Transfiguration, DADA and Charms.
Yes, he learned the Patronus Charm at the tender age of 13. And while people might think it was a huge deal, he didn't see it like that.
Patronus won't help him kill Voldemort.
Harry sighed again.
He was downplaying everything like he has the habit to do.
Thanks to the Dursleys and their ways, he knew he wasn't acting like any normal human.
He hesitated too much, preferred to be alone and was avoiding any overemotional feeling or situation.
He liked hugs. He liked when Hermione or Molly hugged him. Hermione was like a sister to him and Molly was the mother he never had. He was grateful to the both of them.
But that's it. Any other emotional feeling was either ignored or avoided by him.
He hated praises. Praise equaled to scowling of his uncle.
But he relaxed. There was no Uncle Vernon here. He would not see it.
He couldn't do any harm here, and now that Harry was 18, he could do magic outside of Hogwarts.
He could apparate for example, something they taught them a week before Summer.
But that was a problem for later.
There was someone way more superior to his uncle, in every sense, that wanted him dead.
And for good reasons, even more now.
Honestly, Harry was in disadvantage by a lot of margin.
Yes, he could feel his magic thrum around him and ready to attack anyone at the moment of notice.
That was something that changed from the destruction of the Horcruxes.
He had yet to use a spell to test out the power of his magic but he could see that something changed.
But that won't be enough.
And that is why he needed to be stronger.
To survive this bloody tournament and to kill Voldemort.
Heck, he wanted to win this. If he didn't someone might use the portkey instead of him and might end up killed.
That couldn't happen.
Despite his increase of magic, he knew that he lacked experience and skills.
He might have even more magic and power than Voldemort and Dumbledore, something he already had before the destruction of the Horcruxes – and now the gap between those two and him was even bigger, but power wasn't everything.
He had no time, experience, or skill.
But he had talent and creativity.
Harry put out the rune book out of the way.
Despite working on it for the last few minutes, he couldn't comprehend even the most basics runes on the book.
He needed a plan.
After all the memories he was shown, Harry didn't want to let everything boils down to luck.
The flash of Avada Kedavra was a good motivator.
Grabbing a quill and a piece of paper, he started list out rules to follow and things to do or not do.
Don't focus on long term skills. Think for short-term improvement.
Focus on maximum 4 to 5 things for the whole year. Do the bare minimum for the rest.
Get in shape.
And the most important one, create new links with other people. Socialize as much as possible and found allies. Allies will help you, be it for information or power.
Those were the rules he set out for himself.
The skills he needed were pretty much already underlined.
DADA, Transfiguration and Charms were the first things he wrote.
Occlumency, thanks to his memories, was put on the list right after that.
He wasn't comfortable in delving in other's mind, so he put out the Legilimency for now.
And Dark arts was also in the list.
It was good to have spells against those, and to know counterattacks.
But it was also a good idea to know some of them. Something he will have to owl to his godfather since he was sure there would be no books, or at least not good enough books, in Hogwarts about this subject.
One spells in particular came to his mind.
Sectum Sempra.
He had all the memories and the theory behind it.
He also had other spells in mind that his future self had learned.
Protego. Confringo. Diffindo. Reducto. Bombarda. Bombarda Maxima. Accio.
And so on.
That was a good start.
Harry smiled.
Magic Britain won't see what hit them until it was too late.
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A day later – Empty Classroom.
"Bombarda" He shouted as an red jet of light exploded out of his wand and exploded one of the desk in the empty room.
As shards of the desk flashed toward him, he brought up the shielding spell in instant.
"Protego" He intoned as a blue shield appeared between him and the shards, effectively making them bounce off the shield.
His magic was bullshit.
Something had changed since the destruction of all the Horcruxes.
His spells were overpowered.
Too much. He had trouble controlling them sometimes.
He can pull spells easily with a few tries, something his teacher remarked rapidly.
He could sense other people performing spells before they even made wand movements.
He didn't try non-verbal spells, but he didn't think that would change the power behind his spells. He had too much of that.
Of course, he welcomed the change.
But that made him a little scared.
If he doesn't learn how to control his magic, he might hurt someone he loves, which wasn't acceptable.
Thus, is why, he was relentlessly shouting spells after spells to everything he saw, repairing them with a quick and powerful Reparo, and repeat.
He wasn't going to stop before he learned how to control his output.
As he slumped on the ground after a few more rounds of spells, he wondered how magic really worked.
Not in a physical sense or anything. He wasn't an expert on the subject, nor was he interested in those kinds of things.
But they were taught that magic was inside all of them, and that Muggles or Squib couldn't perform magic because while they had magic inside of them, there body wasn't entuned with it enough to perform spells.
It wasn't like they had a reserve of magic inside of them.
No. They had a core, yes, but they didn't possess magic inside their bodies.
Magic was all around them. Their bodies were intertwined with it and to perform spells, they had to be able to control it in a way.
The more control you had on magic, the more output you could use at the same time.
Overpowering your spell above your control was dangerous and tiring.
That was why muggles or squib couldn't perform magic.
They had no control whatsoever on magic.
And that was why people like Harry, Voldemort or Dumbledore had so much power in a sense.
They were just way more in tune with magic, their core directly in contact with the essence.
That was also why most magical animals or half-breeds can live and have inhumane capacities. Depending on their race, they were more or less in tune with magic.
Harry sighed as he rose from his position.
Time to go back to grinding he supposed.
That will be a long journey.
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