Harry Potter and the Life Unlived
By
Vulpine Nox
Underlined is writing
Italics is telepathy
Bold is parsel
'thoughts of those not telepathic'
Last Chapter
"The Rooms are not for snogging and the library books are not to be taken out of the rooms without explicit permission."
"That all?" asked Tonks
"Yes, welcome to the Rooms."
This Chapter
'No bloody wonder everyone here has bloody straight O's. Silver's a bloody slavedriver.' A headache pounded ruthlessly in Tonks temples as she concentrated on the rune in front of her, wavering dangerously.
"Concentrate Nymph, feed the rune a steady amount of power, otherwise it wavers like it is."
Tonks growled at the rune, 'bloody thing trying to kill me, I'll show it,' she upped the amount of power she was feeding it.
Silver's eyes grew round, "Don't do that, it will explode."
The warning came too late, the rune exploded spectactularly the table that was under it exploded into wooden spliters that stabbed both teacher and student brutally.
"Ow, ow, ow," Tonks whimpered, a long piece of wood stabbed her through the arm and the rest of her was slightly peppered with small splinters, she knew the dam thing was trying to kill her.
'Oh crap' she thought once she had gotten up. Silver was on the floor, several stakes through her stomach and one slight above the heart. 'Shit, shit, shit, shit,' she repeated the mantra in her head while she stumbled over to the small girl.
Silver lay on the floor with her eyes open staring at the ceiling, idly wondering what possessed her to teach a berserker metamorphagus. She didn't know it when she agreed to teach her, but still. Shade had told a curious tale of how he met the metamorph after she had agreed to teach Tonks.
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Walking down a hall the Friday after Silver had returned from the Isle Shade came upon a fight. A seventh year Hufflepuff being picked on by what appeared to be three fifth year Slytherins.
"Poor freak, getting dumped by her Gryffindork boyfriend came to the dungeons to cry her eyes out."
"Bugger off you snake, your just jealous that I have a boyfriend."
"The puffer has got a tounge. Let's show her how to hold it."
They all sent curses at the Hufflepuff which hit their mark, the odd thing was she didn't react. She started clench and unclenching her fist while the Slytherin stood dazed, within a few second her hair turned black as did her eyes and nails, she gained a frightening aura.
Then she struck, the first boy dropped without a sound, a fist to the temple, the second a chop to the neck and the third she leapt on and started punching. Shade had felt that now was the time to interfere, before irreparable harm befell the unfortunate bully.
"That is enough," his loud voice echoed through the corridor.
The girl stunned that someone was watching stopped for a moment.
"Get a hold of yourself." Shade walked closer, he held out his palms face up, "Calm down."
The girl seemed to shake herself, blinked and looked at her bloody raised fist. Horror appeared on her face as she realized what she had done. The changes slowly disappeared as her form turned into that of a young child, maybe six or seven, trembling terribly as silent tear streaking down her face. She slid off the boy she was previously beating up and wrapped her arms around her knees.
"Leave me alone," the girl wept as she said in a quiet whisper, "I'm a freak."
Once Shade was sure she wasn't going to go berserk again, he approached swiftly and hugged the sobbing child/teen. The girl obviously had several unresolved issues, glancing at the boys she attacked, they were lucky the worst injury they got was a bloody nose.
Shade gathered her into his arm and murmured reassurances to her as he headed to the entrance to the nearest of the Rooms. She was light, lighter than she should be and he idly wondered if she did it on purpose. At first she didn't react to being held, but after Shade tried to readjust the awkward load she gripped onto him tightly and sobbed heavily into his shoulder.
Half way to the Rooms she started to speak in a muted quivering voice. She told Shade the basics of her life, how at first, before she had met many other people, she loved her ability, but when she came to Hogwarts she was considered a oddity at best, a freak at worse. The rest of her housemates ignored her and she was friendless until she met a lazy Ravenclaw.
Cwen wasn't normal by any standard of the word, her passion was myths and things thought to be fairytales by the average witch or wizard. The only reason she did anything was to learn more about them, most of her year mates were more interested in the cold hard facts. Tonks, as he later learned her name, being a metamorphagus, nearly myth status, was worth study, they slowly became friends during their first year and had stayed so ever since.
After she was done telling her story her weeping slowed and she fell asleep. Shade entered the Room, then his bedroom, laid her down on his bed and waited a few hours until she woke up. When she woke she return to her 'normal' form and she told Shade more about herself, her dreams and the like. In turn Shade told her about how being the Boy-Who-Lived was tiresome. While Shade's confessions seemed a great deal less than her own she realized that he was a private person and he disliked to share his private life. She didn't blame him, she too was a private person, at least most of the time, Shade was a special case. When he mentioned that his friend was good at runes she jumped at the chance to learn. She did wonderfully on her theory but failed miserably on her practical work.
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Tonks was once again cursed her ineptitude for practical rune work, for the Goddess's sake she killed her teacher after one day's practice. Tonks finally reached Silver and whimpered when she say her tutor's eyes were opened. In her fright she didn't notice the lack of blood anywhere on Silver
"Would you kindly removed the stakes from me Tonks?"
Tonks screamed at the unexpected sigh of life from Silver.
"How," Tonks stuttered.
"Family magic, the Myst are one of the Twenty Families and are nearly indestructible physically, we can heal ourselves and others almost instantly. But as I'm in a great deal of pain so I don't want to move."
Tonks didn't reply she just set to work pulling out the large chunks of wood, she was nearly sick, even though there was no blood. After a stake was pulled the skin seemed to knit back together by itself, Tonks found herself watching morbidly curious. Once all the stakes from her torso were gone Silver sat up and pick out the remain wood from her limbs herself.
Tonks stared at her, now that she was done healing it looked as if she had never been injured save for the ripped clothes, there was not a scar on her. Tonks hissed as the pain in her arm returned. Silver glanced at her and said "Brace yourself." Silver swiftly pulled out the wood and Tonks fainted from the sudden pain. Silver put her had on Tonks wound, it swiftly knit together. She distractedly licked the metamorph's blood off her hand as she pulled out all the remaining splinters and healed Tonks. 'Why do all those I teach faint so often?' Silver thought to herself as she lifted onto a nearby couch.
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Neville woke slowly, unwilling to leave the comfortable bed. He blinked, he didn't remember getting into bed, he had been in the library with Master. She had released that thing on him and then he fell asleep. Cautiously he opened his eyes and stared at the odd ceiling above him, seeming made by many small vines woven together. Neville sighed 'looks like Ana doesn't know how to get me out.' After he thought this the vines above him retreated, vine encircled his wrists and lifted him to his feet.
"So your finally awake?" Shade was lounging on a nearby couch, staring at Neville with half lidded eyes. Neville shivered, Shade made him nervous, he always seemed ready to pounce on him. The vines near Neville shifted anxiously, feeling his unease, and shook various pieces of furniture at Shade threateningly.
"How long was I out?" Neville asked.
"No more than two hours. Could you calm down your vines? I don't fancy being stabbed with a chair leg by an angry plant."
"Um, I don't know how?"
"I didn't think you would, try asking it, mentally of course." Shade said in an amused tone
"Huh?"
"Think to the plant."
"Oh." Neville replied, confused.
Hello? Plant? Could you calm down? The vine stopped mid wave and Neville could feel it's attention centering on him. A burst of happiness flooded his mind and Neville had to strain to keep a hold of himself.
"Are you in there Neville?" Shade questioned. Neville colored when he realized that he had had to repeat himself.
"Yeah, what was that? And what is this plant thing?"
"It's a bit complicated, that plant bonded to you kind of like a familiar would. You're an elemental, you can control and communicate with plants. You've seen Silver's air slicing attacks right? She has very little elemental ability and I have more than she does, while you are an elemental. You are part of your element, and are attuned to it, few wizards are elementals consider yourself lucky. The Live Earth element, those that control plant life, from what I understand have a ask receive relationship. Ask a plant to do something and it will do it, normally. The Earth element users have to exert their will over their element. The Water element is finicky and the user has to have tight reign over their emotion to control it. Fire element users are prone to fits of uncontrolled outbursts of ability when feeling high emotions, I don't know much else about them though. The Air element users can only direct the element, air is notoriously difficult to control. I will be teaching you basic control, but I can only do so much, we aren't the same element."
"Oh, how am I going to return to classes with this giant thing?"
"Ask it to become smaller."
Neville thought to it, urging it to become a manageable size. Again a burst of joy flooded through his mind, but not as powerful as it had been.
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It took Neville three hours, with Shade coaching him, to get the vine to a reasonable size, it was now wrapped his forearm to his shoulder and a few thin vines around his neck, like a choker. Another two hours were spent teaching the vine not to attack everyone within arms length and staying hidden.
Shade withdrew his wand and murmured 'tempus' and ethereal gold numbers flew out of the wand, 8:44
"If you hurry Neville you can make the late dinner."
Once Neville had sat down at the Gryffindor table he wondered why Shade hadn't come to dinner, he knew that he hadn't eaten yet. After he reached for another piece of chicken his vine surreptitious grabbed a small piece off his plate. Neville didn't dare question it, he didn't want to make a scene. When he later checked his sleeve, before bed, he could find no sign of any food. Shrugging it off as a weird plant thing he put on one of his few long sleeved sleeping shirts.
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Albus Dumbledore sat in his study, sorting through the progress reports of the first, fifth, and seventh year students. Several first year's grades caught his eye, Susan Bones, Tracey Davis, Hermione Granger, Daphne Greenglass, Morag MacDougal, June Moon, Theodore Nott, Harry Potter, Lisa Turpin and the Myst sisters had scored O in every subject. How curious, Dumbledore knew that Harry and Ana had formed a club, and that all the first year's transcripts that he was looking at now were in that club save Catrina Myst and Hermione Granger. Maybe Ana Myst wouldn't be a danger academically, but the fact remained that she was a Myst and Mysts meddle in everything. And now Harry was in even more danger, Voldemort was undoubtably the one who had been killing the unicorns. That proved he was close to Hogwarts, Harry and the Stone. Humming quietly to himself Dumbledore returned to reviewing the transcripts of the students, after all he had a school to run.
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The next day Blackberry served as a messenger, carrying rolled up scrolls in a black hollow tube with a pretty mountain scene carved into it. She carried it to twelve students all of which looked at the message inside for no more than one minute. The message was a short one, Your presence is required in the Room's Library at five o'clock sharp.
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Tracey Davis, Daphne Greenglass, June Moon, Theodore Nott, Morag MacDougal, Lisa Turpin, Neville, Susan Bones, Tonks, her friend Cwen Moon who was surrounded by large stacks of books, Shade and the Myst sisters sat in the library waiting for Silver to arrive. They were scattered in various armchairs, only Cwen was at a table.
"Hello everyone, I called you here to learn a basic magic manipulation technique, aura raising. If you can manipulate your magic without a wand it if far easier to do so with a one. Several of you are from the Twenty-one families so you know a few techniques, if you know any please demonstrate."
Shade made a grabbing motion towards the ground and slowly lifted his hand, a thin fluid stream of what seemed to be rock seeped through the carpet. It raised itself to the level of his hand wrapping around it, gathering in his palm. Shade grasped the fluid stone and what wasn't in his hand sunk back into the carpet and disappeared. A look on concentration appeared on his face and the fluid stone formed into a primitive dagger. "The Potter family has control over stone to a degree, we can't do anything larger than a broadsword though." Shade said as the dagger was passed around.
"I'll go next," Theodore Nott stated and held out his palm and narrowed his eyes. A small snake faded into existence and slithered around on it, a small cricket appeared and jumped suddenly. The snake struck and swallowed it whole. "The Nott family can cast very realistic illusions, I'm still young so I can't do anything large."
"The Bones can control water to an extent," Susan spoke next, and made a swift motion with her hand and a small ball of water floated over her hand, and the air around them seem to become drier.
"The Longbottom have basic control over plants, I haven't had anyone to teach me so I can't really show you anything." Neville said quietly.
June spoke next, "The Moons have slight control over the air," she demonstrated by floating a foot in the air. "My sister's quiet good if she isn't being lazy." Everyone looked to Cwen, who ignored them except for a two fingered wave.
"The Mysts have a great ability to heal ourselves and others, it might not seem like much, but we are nearly impossible to kill." Silver said clearly, once again taking control over the meeting. She could feel Shade's amusement, it is all threats with you Silver. She caught the dagger that Shade tossed to her and sliced open her palm and held it towards them, blood welling at the edge of the clean cut. Before the eyes of her shocked fellows the wound closed up, not a drop of blood lost.
"As you can see I have a great deal of control otherwise I couldn't use my family magic to such an extent. You will be learning several basic exercises over the next month, you will then be expected to study on your own. After that we will have a monthly meeting to show what we have learned."
Tracey spoke up, "What about us, the muggleborns, will we have family magic?"
Cwen answered, "Muggleborns don't have family magic, you might have a talent, but family magic takes many generations to develop. The Twenty-one Families are result of cultivating talents that show up in blood lines. With the exception of the Prince, Malfoy, Prewitt, Gaunt, Scrimgeour, Ollivander, and Goldstein families, all family magic can be deadly. Nonetheless learning what Silver has too teach would help you muggleborns." Tracey bristled slightly at the way Cwen used muggleborn but let it pass.
Silver cleared her throat, "To bring up your aura gather your magic, as if you were casting a spell, but let it flow through your body. If someone touches your skin, they should feel your magic coursing through your body. Now that is only the first step, there are three steps total. Once you have learned how it should look something like this." Silver let a little of her aura flare out and become visible, a dark purple light, darkening to black in places appeared around her and a feeling of power surrounded her.
After a few second she reined it back in, "Pair up and get started, if you have trouble come speak to me. Tonksy, Cwen should be able to help you, Tracey and Daphne, Neville and Susan, June and Lisa, Morag and Theo, Shade and Cat, Raine and Anea, Anora and myself."
The next few hours passed in relative silence, only quiet instruction broke it. A nearby clock chimed eight and Silver sent them all to dinner, asking Cwen to stay behind.
"Please don't take any of the book out of the Rooms and Tonks can show you your room. Have any questions?"
"No. Bye."
Silver blinked at the abruptness and shrugged it off, another odd mortal.
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The next month was spent in a similar fashion lesson in magic manipulations, the magic never leaving the body. They had moved on to concentrating magic in the muscles making them stronger, but they were only beginning the first steps.
Shade had gained back the thirteen points and his Slytherin privileges. Malfoy on the other had probably hadn't looked so bad in his life. His face was constantly bruised and it was rumored that he had to visit Snape daily for healing potions. He was significantly thinner, relying on his 'friends' to pilfer him food from the Great Hall daily, not that Crabbe and Goyle were good at not eating food for any period of time. Malfoy had gained back one hundred points and only six of them from Professors other than Snape, it would be many long hungry, painful months until he gained back enough.
Neville reported to Silver that Ronald, Seamus, and Dean, with the help of Hermione, had discovered that Fluffy was guarding the Philosophers Stone. But they thought that Snape was trying to steal it.
The match between Gryffindor and Slytherin was refereed by Snape. It was brutal on the Gryffindors, Silver even broke Wood's and one of the twin's arms. Needless to say, unless Slytherin lost the next match against Hufflepuff, they would easily win the cup.
No one had disturbed the proximity wards in Fluffy's room and no more unicorns had been killed. Everything seemed quiet, for the moment.
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"How could of I been so stupid!" Hermione Granger growled.
"What?" Ronald asked confused.
"Don't you think it's a bit odd that a stranger in the pub had a dragon's egg in his pocket. That its just what Hagrid always wanted?"
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"I told im after Fluffy a dragons no problem, Norbert even fell asleep to music, jest like Fluffy." Hagrid continued to talk, unaware of the dawning horror on Ronald's face.
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On the way back up to the Castle Ron spoke in a hoarse voice, "He's going tonight."
"But Dean and Seamus have detention tonight with McGonagall, they were late to class again."
"We have to go!"
"At least tell Dumbledore!"
"Fine"
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"I don't know how you found out about the Stone Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, but rest assured it is in no danger. There are several protections surrounding it, it will be safe even though the Headmaster is gone."
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"It's settled, we go to save the stone tonight."
"I agree."
Both Gryffindors didn't notice Neville sitting in the armchair in front of the fireplace petting Blackberry silently.
In the month that they had been practicing he had figured out how to speak telepathically to Blackberry.
Did you hear them Berry? Tell Silver that I will be accompanying them.
Alright, but only if you get me a piece of chicken and a fish, a whole fish.
Yes Blackberry, now go tell Silver.
Bye.
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"Petrificus Totalus,"
"Protego" Hermione's spell harmlessly splashed on Neville's shield. "I going with you, the last thing I need is for you to die.
"Alright," Ronald stuttered out, surprised at previous almost squib.
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Master, Neville is accompanying Smallest Red Weasel and Bushy to get the stone. At this moment the proximity alarm on the ward went off
They're what? Damn Gryffindors, come with if you like, but stay hidden.
Shade, the Gryffs are going after the stone to 'save' it.
I'm coming, meet you at the corridor.
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"Can either of you fly?"
Two no'swas the answer.
"Flara," Neville murmured the spell aiming at some of the nearby keys. The keys fell to the ground, wings burning off.
"Use fire spells."
After several minutes of digging through piles of keys they found the right one and moved on to the next room.
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Silver arrived a few seconds after Shade and they both went inside. Fluffy was awake and upset, he lunged at the two. Silver gave him a sharp mental slap, Fluffy shook his head and wagged his tail apologetically and whined. Silver petted him and jumped into the hole in the floor after Shade. Both landed in a crouch on something squishy, Shade made a motion with his hand and witchlight lite up the room brightly. The devil's snare under them recoiled from the light and dropped them onto the floor. They quietly opened the next door, a large pile of burnt or burning key littered the floor. They carefully tread across the floor, twisted the key already in the door and entered the next room.
They were just in time to see Ronald get smashed by a giant chess piece.
"What's going on?" Shade wondered aloud.
"Silver, Shade! You're here, good." Neville looked at Hermione when she said this, 'how does she know those two?'
"We have to play our way across the board, Ron just sacrificed himself so we can win, I'm supposed to go forward a space." Neville said, glad that someone else had arrived.
Shade looked over the board with a critical eye and snorted, "That's not going to work, Sear move four spaces forward."
"I'm no good at chess, I'll do what you suggest." Silver replied
After she moved the white queen moved in retaliation, taking black's queen. "Nev, move too you left one space, Checkmate." The white king dropped his sword, both of the Gryffindors rushed over to Ronald.
"Sear go get Flitwick, Neville get McGonagall, use the brooms in the key room to go out the trapdoor, I'll take care of Ron. Shade you go forward."
Neville and Hermione hurried out of the room, after Silver was sure they were gone she touched Ronald forehead, some of the bruises disappeared and his breathing became easier. Shade raised a questioning eyebrow at the incomplete healing.
Keeping our talents secret of course, and I really don't want him waking up.
"Hm," with that Shade entered the next room carefully. A familiar putrid smell accosted his nose, which was promptly wrinkled in distaste. 'Damn trolls.' He skirted the large creature and silently turned the handle of the next door, a small table with seven different size bottles sat on it. When he approached the table hot flame sprang up behind him and between the table and the next door. Shade looked at the piece of paper next to the bottles, a logic puzzle was written on it in the Potion Mater's neat hand writing. Bugger, he stunk at logic anything. Shade lowered himself eye-level with the table and considered the amount of liquid in each, one was significantly emptier, even accounting for the way the bottle was shaped. He stood up pulled off the cork and drank all of it in one go, it tasted like stale water and felt like ice. He walked forward into the flame, it didn't even tickle, and opened the last door, entering quietly and withdrawing his wand. To his shock someone else was here.
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After the door closed behind Shade, Silver cleared off a few squares of the chess bored and fished a piece of chalk out of her pocket and drew four large runes on the floor. The runes she chose, all Old Runes, make one of the more basic protection diamonds. Diamond constructs are used for small shields normally, and the ones she chose were safety, aid, rebound, and strength. A small circle was then drawn around each rune encompassing it, and lines connecting all of the circles. She dragged Ronald into the circle and touched the safety rune. Four walls of glowing light, bright purple, snapped up out of the outer most lines and met over head, creating a odd pyramid. She sat cross-legged next to Ronald and lowered the barriers on her Necromantic powers, she brought herself to the Border of Life and Death.
The Border of Life and Death, most commonly referred to as the Border, is entirely ethereal. Nothing in it is substantial, everything was done by touch. She extended her magic, feeling for Voldemort's soul. She found it after a moment, leeching off another soul, Quirell's, that was looking very sickly. The link between the two was thin, weakened by Quirell's festering soul. A tendril of her magic easily made its way between the two, ready to sever the link at a moments notice. Another tendril was wrapped loosely around it waiting drag the parasitic soul to Death.
Silver refocused her psychic 'eye' on her brother, letting her magic flow through the room. Several tendril wove around Shade and seemed to form an odd knot, it tied his spirit to his body. She didn't know what to expect of Voldemort and wasn't about to be caught unprepared.
She 'watched' as the three souls moved physically closer, distance was hard to estimate here, it was mostly by feel. An odd apparition appeared, mirroring Shade soul to an extent. A irregular power source appeared next to Shade, as far as Silver could tell, he was in physical possession of it. 'Looks as if he's found the Stone' A seconds later the copy disappeared.
A few minutes later the souls suddenly moved close together and broke apart. Silver easily broke the connection between the two souls and was sent reeling back from intense pain when the other tendril tried to drag Voldemort into death. She unwound the failing spell and released a different shape of magic that would hopefully send Voldemort's soul to Death. It seemed to bounce off him and rebound towards her. 'Oh Bugger' was her last thought before the world abruptly turned black.
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Shade peeked around one of the pillars and saw the trademark purple turban reflected in the Mirror of Erised, the face under it turned and caught sight of him.
"Come here Potter," Shade obeyed, he disliked hiding.
"I can't believe you-" Shade was interrupted by Quirell, shooting and catching him with ropes that wrapped him tightly. Shade rolled down the steps, stopping near Quirell.
"That it was me? You probably thought it was Snape, he does seem the type. No, it poor stut-tering Pro-fes-essor Quirell. Now how does this thing work? I see myself presenting the stone to my Master, but how do I get it?"
Shade blinked at Quirell erratic behavior, one second he was gloating then he was morose over how to get the stone out of the mirror.
A ghostly voice issued from the turban, "Use the boy."
"Up Potter," Quirell grabbed him and pushed him in front of the mirror. "What do you see?"
Once again he saw a reflection of himself in an empty black void, but this time looking annoyed and shooting glares at Quirell, it spoke. "He's been here for an hour and all he can think about is the glory he will receive for resurrecting his Lord. He's so boring! Anyway I've put the stone in your pocket, just think, I'll be able to hear you." The reflection paused for a moment as it listened to Shade's question. "I gave the stone to you because you don't want to use it. I can only give it to someone who want to have it but not use it. Quirell want to use it to receive honor."
"What do you see Potter?"
"Myself and my family, we're all happy." Shade slipped his hand into his pocket and squeezed the edge of the stone, after a few moments a couple shards broke off.
"He lies," the odd voice was back, "Let me speak to him."
"Master you're not strong enough."
"I have strength enough for this."
Quirell unwrapped his turban and turned his back to Shade, a foul smell, human decomposition, wafted from the possessed professor. A cold feeling entered the room, Shade recognized it as Silver physic 'scent,' he relaxed a bit. Silver was here and would help him if he needed it.
"Look what you have done to me Harry Potter, but I will return just give me that stone in your pocket!" Shade was unsurprised Voldemort knew he had it, the Stone's aura was hard to miss. Shade slipped one of the shards through the fabric of his pocket and pants and into his thigh. The wound healed over quickly and Shade withdrew his had from his pocket with the stone.
"Never!"
"Why do you fight me Harry, I can give you anything you want. I can bring back your parents, I can give you power little Slytherin. There is only power and those to weak to seek it. Join me and give me the Stone."
"No," Shade said calmly, fingering the stone.
"Kill him!" Voldemort shrieked to Quirell.
Shade gathered magic to his skin and when Quirell grabbed him his hand were burned. Shade doubled over in pain, something was wrong, his magic was turning on him. Shade ignored it and grabbed Quirell's face, which promptly disintegrated. The magic inside Shade rebelled and attacked him, ignoring its master's pain. Before he passed out Silver's presence seemed vanish completely, which had never happened before, he hoped she was alright.
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The spirit hissed in anger, another plan ruined because of Harry Potter and by unknown magic. The spirit rushed out of the door, idly noticing two children, both unconscious in the chess room, the black haired one hovering on the border of death. Hopefully at least one child would die today.
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A.N.
Reviews folks, reviews are what give me the inspiration to write, so review!
I tried to do the protections differently from other stories, dunno how well it worked. but I tried.
Sakurawolf11, my awesome beta, is on vacation in Hawaii. I'm not sure for how long so, once again, I need a beta.
Thank you:
adge9613, bandgesecurityaw, a little too obsessed, LucyferPheonixMalfoy, Lokichaosgod, prince nevyn, korrd, ASHCHAIN, And then I adva'd a muggle, Omnis Potens, Obsidian-Dragon-Phoenix, and dovaly, I think that's everyone.
Neville vines/brambles aren't giant green things. If you've seen a blackberry bramble it looks like that. Kinda purple and green. If you're wondering its not going to be Silver/Neville.
Q's for the next chapter, did Silver die? Oh no! Is Shade ok?
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