Harry Potter and the Life Unlived

By

Vulpine Nox

Underlined is writing

Italics is telepathy

Bold is parsel

'thoughts of those not telepathic'

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Last Chapter

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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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This Chapter

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"Professor! Professor McGonagall!" Neville shouted pounding on the Professor's door. The sound breaking the quiet silence of the late hour. The dark hall felt ominous, making even more eager to be in the company of a Professor.

"What are you doing here so late Mr Longbottom?" McGonagall emerged wearing a informal night cloak, her hair up in a lose bun.

"We went after the Philosophers stone, someone else got there first, Ron is hurt badly. We have to hurry." Neville turned on his heal, leaving McGonagall opened mouthed and ran toward the third floor corridor, not bothering with the broom. A fierce ache had wracked his mind, and he nearly tripped.

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"Professor Flitwick, sir please, I really must speak with you."

Flitwick opened the door, "Ms. Granger, what seems to be the problem?"

"Ronald Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and myself went to rescue the Philosophers Stone, but Ronald got hurt. Harry Potter and Ana Myst came and defeated the obstacle, and they told us to get teachers. Neville's getting Professor McGonagall, and I came to get you."

"Oh my, we have to hurry Ms. Granger, swish and flick, I'm not as spry as I used to be."

Hermione quickly complied, casting the levitating charm on the diminutive Professor and hurrying towards the third floor corridor, wand trained on the bobbing Flitwick as she shakily rode the broom.

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The Headmaster arrived as both the Professors and two students did and all four started speaking at once. Albus held up a hand and quieted, "We will talk after we see to the Stone and Mr. Weasley."

They entered Fluffy's room and Albus cast a simple charm on the harp that was still sitting in a corner. They proceeded to jump down the hole, Albus used a strong 'lumos' and the plant dropped them to the floor.

The Headmaster entered the next room and blinked at the piles of scorched keys. "Ingenious," he murmured, "I take it this is your work Neville."

"Yes Headmaster, none of us were good at flying."

The Headmaster didn't answer, walking into the next room. McGonagall stifled a gasp, "My goodness."

An odd translucent light purple pyramid sat off to one side, two bodies easily visible inside. All went closer for a better look. A battered looking Ronald lay underneath Ana, who was slumped over on him, both were unconscious. Dumbledore withdrew his wand and jabbed it at the odd construct, muttering 'revealis'. Four ghostly runes popped into existence in front of his wand.

"Clever girl," Albus said aloud, feeling the others' questions, "The only way to disable this particular shield is to overpower it, but that requires a lot of magic. Therefore when the shield is broken it is hard to miss."

"Ms. Myst set up a runic shield by herself?"

"Yes, come we must hurry."

In the next room the dead troll lay in a pool of its own blood, when the flames sprang up in the next room Albus wiggled his wand and both rows of flame were extinguished. The Headmaster cautiously opened the next door, and found Shade lying on the steps with Quirell's remains nearby. Albus walked over to the boy, took the stone out of Shade's hand and prodded him with his wand for a moment he then spoke, "Mobilious Corpus," turned and Shade floated behind him.

"Voldemort's spirit has been banished, the stone is safe." A collective sigh of relief whooshed out of the others. "We must attend to Miss Myst and Mister Weasley."

When Albus returned to the pyramid he grew bigger and more powerful in Neville's and Hermione's eyes. With a bit of surprise Neville realized that the Headmaster was flaring his aura, and was awed at the control shown. With an audible groan the shield fell, releasing a ethereal shockwave of magic washed out from the now fading rune diamond in every direction. The professors cast a levitation charm on both and they hurried to the hospital wing.

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A day passed before Shade woke, and when he did he knew something was wrong as soon as he did. He couldn't feel Silver's mental presence, it was like a part of him was missing. His eyes closed he cast a telepathic echo that would penetrate all of Hogwarts. He was conscious long enough to hear the silence.

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When Shade next woke, almost half a day later, he let out a sorrowful croon. Silver wasn't here, Silver was gone.

"That is enough whoever you are. What is your real name?" Opening his eyes only a little he saw a woman standing above him, in a hospital matron's uniform, holding a lit wand. He raised his hand to block out the light, or at least he tried to. His arms and legs were tied to the sides of the bed, with thick chains, crawling with runes.

"Your name and title, Healer."

"Madam Poppy Pomfrey, Green Magic Healer. What is your name."

This complicated and simplified things, Pomfrey followed Green path, she couldn't strike first, but if anyone harmed her they would feel the wrath of Green magic. Green Magic was used for healing and growing, and helped all things heal. If you angered it you wouldn't heal as quickly and bad luck plague you.

"What is your name and what have you done to Harry Potter and Ana Myst."

"She's here?" Not waiting for an answer he teleported out of the shackles, and hurried over to the only bed with curtains around it. He swept the curtains, ignoring the Healer's surprised yelp.

"Silver?" She lay on the bed a thin blanket lain over her, her breathing very shallow. Black hair splayed messily, making her look small and pale. He attempted to step forward by a shout stopped him in his tracks.

"Protect my patient from harm." A light green half dome appeared over Silver's bed. After a moment Shade stepped through it, putting a hand on her forehead and murmured 'she's not here.' Pomfrey sighed, a mix between relief and exasperation. The Harry Potter clone was concerned about the Ana Myst clone and didn't intend to hurt her.

"Who are you?" Pomfrey was more intrigued than worried.

"Harry James Potter."

"You cannot be Harry Potter your not human."

"What gives you that idea?"

"I use Green magic, I can feel the difference. I know you aren't a werewolf, I saw you at dinner during a full moon, I think you are a vampire with a soul," Shade's lip curled at this statement. "You were immune to a triple dose of dreamless sleep I had given you because you weren't sleeping soundly."

"I'm not."

"Then what are you? And why are you here?"

"I'm Vampyri, and I'm here because I wish to kill Voldemort."

Pomfrey's eyes grew round, "Oh my." It made sense though, why Voldemort couldn't kill him. But the Boy-Who-Lived a Vampyre, unthinkable. Idly she wondered if he had killed.

"I have, a thousand times over. I am a Vampyri, it is our task, to kill. Just like it is a Healer's task to heal."

Pomfrey opened her mouth to ask another question but was interrupted by the door banging open, and Neville coming stumbling in. He open his mouth and croaked, "She told me to come here." Neville eyes turned up in his head and he keeled over backwards.

The Hogwarts Matron rushed over to him and felt for a pulse, "He's dead."

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A very familiar sensation of falling accosted Silver as she woke. Attempting to expand her essence she discovered that powerful binding spells prevented any movement. Unable to move she idly wondered what had cast her so strongly into death. When someone died normally they were thrown randomly into any area of death, and they were usually in the form a cloud or something similar. Necromancers had a great degree of control over the power that makes up death, manipulating it at will. So it was strange that she was unable to free herself, most magic had little effect in death.

Maybe Quirellmort had some kind of anti exorcizing ward cast on themselves. But that didn't make any sense. She had successfully separated the parasite and host souls, and that had caused her magic to rebel against her, not all of it just the wizarding fraction. Humming in annoyance she decided to think about it later, she could feel herself slowing and the binds weakening. She was throw forcefully into a small lake, not wanting to get wet she didn't concentrate her essence until after she floated out of the water.

To and outside observer it would appear that a cloud was thrown with tremendous force into a small lake, the cloud then floated to the edge of the shore and condensed into the form of a white haired eleven year-old.

Silver stood and concentrated for a moment, her Hogwarts robe changed into loose black pants and a baggy t-shirt. Her eyes narrowed, a pull called to her, that had never happened before. She looked around, she was on a fairly flat plain with lake scattered everywhere, sun shining brightly in them.

Silver felt a familiar presence approaching and summoned her scythe, silver eyes shining. A cloaked figure fell from the sky, arm and legs waving wildly, and splashed into the lake. A column of water at least twenty feet high issued from where the man had landed. Silver willed it and the water that would have splashed her instead splashed off an invisible shield, leaving her perfectly dry. The man broke the surface of the lake gasping for air, he weakly swam to the edge of the water and pulled himself onto dry land. The man deaged several years in front of Silver's eyes as he attempted to catch his breath, his robes grew slightly more elegant and battle worthy. She watched in detached amusement as he sat up, putting a hand on his regrowing brown hair, still facing the lake and looked around in confusion. She need to give something a scare, and besides, she had to question him.

"You're in Death, mortal, I suggest you get used to it."

Quirell spun on his heel shooting off a cutting curse, Silver moved her scythe in front of her and the spell dissipated harmlessly.

"Who are you?" he asked eyes narrowed, completely the opposite from 'Professor Quirell.'

"Surely you recognize me? No? Try a guess."

Quirell cautiously walked closer and peered into Silver's eyes, "Ms. Myst, this isn't funny young lady, tell me where we are! Why is your hair white?"

"I've already told you, and surely you've stumbled across some old book that tells why. Your suppose to be a Defense Against the Dark Art Professor."

"You couldn't be, its impossible, there hasn't been one in the wizarding world for decades!" Quirell's voice had raised to a squeak at the end, his eyes landing on the scythe.

"Very good, you aren't entirely stupid. But I have to question your intelligence when you decided to let Voldemort possess you, he did some bad damage, we'll see the results soon enough."

"Stay back," he seemed to have regained his courage, somewhat, "I've killed an entire coven of vampires."

"Charming," she flashed him her sharp canines, "I must thank you for rid my race of the vampire filth."

"I'll kill you, and the Dark Lord will avenge me if anything should happen."

"Ah, therein lies the problem. You are currently dead, making you unable to reach your Lord. So anything I do to you he won't know about, and the second problem is that he already killed me."

"Ha! That's what you get for fighting the Dark Lord," Quirell said smugly.

"It is only a temporary set back, spells on my body will keep it alive, I just have to gather enough power to return, it should only take a couple of months. You on the other hand are stuck here till time ends."

Quirell gaped at Silver, unsure what to say. The though that no one could be that powerful flashed through his mind, but that was over come by the realization he was dead.

A cruel smile twisted her lips, there was something so refreshing about crushing a grown man's spirit, metaphorically of course, she could do it literally of course but that wasn't nearly as fun and so very messy.

"Now what am I going to do with you?" Quirell didn't acknowledge her statement, and kept staring through her. She approached him cautiously and laid a hand on his forehead and a tendril of magic touched his soul. The water had cleanse most of the taint Voldemort had left with him, but his soul was still very different from what it once had been. She let her tendril grow strong and wrap it, slightly squeezing and she release the tendril, letting it absorb into him completely.

Quirell was broken out of his daze and started at Silver's closeness, he tripped and tumbled back into the water.

"Come here." She said forcefully, after she had walked into knee deep water.

It took Quirell a moment to realize he was obeying and he tried to step back when he was already standing on one foot. He crashed onto the lakebed painfully and tried to crawl backward.

"Stop." The word reverberated through him until all he could think of was stopping and he did so.

"You are dead Quirell and I am a necromancer, do the math." Silver spoke smugly and made herself a metal note to do this more often, and see if all death eater teachers reacted the same.

With dawning horror he realized his predicament and whispered, "Oh bugger."

Silver's let out a giggle and that turned into a young child's laugh when Quirell filched at her giggle, she would most certainly be doing this more often.

"That seems an accurate statement of your situation at the moment. Come here and kneel."

Quirell made no objections this time and did as he was told, but he wept silently as he did so.

"Who is your master?"

"Lord Voldemort," as soon as he said it he knew he made a mistake and winced as he thought what the child demon above him could do. She had such cruel eyes and her perfect form betrayed the demon child's mind.

Those hard silver eyes narrowed in annoyance, "Incorrect, I am, you may call me Lady Silver. Who is your Master?"

"The Lady Silver."

"Good, now don't fight it." Silver dipped her hands in the water and raised them to Quirell's temples. At first he thought he was simply remembering all the moments Voldemort had made mental contact with him when he was possessed, but after a moment he felt a another presence in his mind. One memory made the presence very upset, but she kept looking. When Silver was finished she found only one memory of great importance, but it angered her greatly.

Quirell blinked as his Mistress stepped back, she waved her scythe at him and a cocoon of rune formed around him, rendering him unable to move, he wondered, as he lost conscious, 'what in the world is she doing?'

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The Dark Lord was definitely more trouble than Silver had previously anticipated, first he killed her and now he knew something he shouldn't. She growled in annoyance, this would mean so much paperwork! And she was stuck Reaper knows how far into death, sighing she waved her staff, picking out certain runes, and put Quirell in a stasis prison prism, preventing him from being eaten by anything. She held her staff loosely in front of her and started to hum, it grew until it was all encompassing and then she stopped. Sighing, she was much farther into death than previously thought.

'First things first, I need to contact Shade.' She raised a hand and whistled, a small ball of red light appeared, bobbing merrily. She touched it and gave it a small bit of magical energy and spoke, "I'm in need of a large flat rock that I can do summonsing on." The little light grew dim and bright for a instant and bobbed off to Silver's right. Silver followed the light, one of the most basic spirits of death, for a few miles and came to another lake, with a very large platform of stone.

"That is all, thank you," The little light faded, and Silver withdrew a piece of chalk.

Drawing the appropriate circles, two one larger, one smaller, took the better part of the evening. The pull that had been bothering her earlier had increased greatly, she frowned in the general direction it came from and shook herself, she still had things to do, she could investigate the pull later.

Silver walked into the smaller circle, raised her arms, scythe in her right hand and pounded it on the stone three times. A bright light coalesced into a large round mirror on an elegant black stand. When one looked into the mirror they would see a very old blind man, wrinkles spider-webbing his face.

"Young Silver, how have you been my dear? And why in the world are you here?"

"I have been well Lors. I was throw into death by a dark wizard, and I'm stuck for now. I need to contact Shade, so I'm going to send you to Life."

Silver concentrated on her link with Neville, it was there, faint, but she could feel his panic. She willed the link to become physical and a giant beautiful braided rope appeared, purple and green wound together flawlessly, but stayed in separate strands. It was wrist thick and seemed to be attached to an impossibly high, invisible point in the sky. She wrapped it around her wrist several times and sent some of her magic up the purple strands. Silver didn't have to wait long for a returning pulse, and she quickly sent a thought to Neville, through her magic traveling the link. He sent a returning pulse, asking what had happened but she didn't reply, it would complicate things.

Neville again sent a pulse in return, giving the feeling that he had found Shade. Silver's lips twisted into a annoyed frown and she started to pace, still holding the link. She couldn't talk to Neville the place he was in ward warded in Life magic to an extreme degree. Therefore Shade was undoubtably in some sort of Healing ward run by a Green Magic user, this would complicate things. Unless someone had died recently it would be impossible to reach Shade, an idea struck her. Giggling to herself she grabbed the link with two hands and pulled as hard as she could.

The old man's lips twitched, he had to admit the girl had an odd sense of humor.

The braided rope gave easily and started to pile next to her in the grass. It was another few minutes, and the pile of rope growing as high as Silver before a scream was heard. Silver looked up to find Neville falling at a high speed towards the ground. A few seconds before he hit, the vine that had previously encircled his wrist expanded outward, making a large, solid ball of vines.

Lors laughed as Silver pouted because she could no longer hear Neville scream, the girl wasn't cruel exactly, just had a odd, morbid sense of humor.

The ball hit the ground and bounced a few times before coming to a stop a few feet away from the circle the mirror was in. The vines receded after a few moments and Neville was left lying on the ground panting.

"Hello Nev, sorry about the rude arrival." Silver walked over the wide eyed boy who was staring at the sky dazedly. Silver laid a hand across his brow and healed the bruises he had obtained from the fall.

"I'm not going to ask where we are, how I got here or why there's an old man in the mirror next to you, I'm just going to go to sleep for a while. If you need me I'll be here." With that Neville closed his eyes and his vines covered him, completely hiding him from sight.

Lors looked at Neville amused, what a peculiar child.

Silver smiled at Neville and fed the circles power, the circle glowed brightly and the mirror faded out of sight.

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Shade blinked at the Matron's statement. Silver probably had something to do with it, only she would kill a messenger she herself had sent.

After Pomfrey had placed Neville on a bed she sat down on a nearby bed and stared at the boy dazedly. As soon as she sat down she leapt up and tried to change something in the wards, she was knocked over by a pulse of magic. The center of the infirmary seemed to warp and after a moment an odd mirror sitting on an elegant black stand appeared, it seemed to release an aura of coldness. An old man with completely white eyes appeared in it, Pomfrey raised her wand and prepared to cast a spell, "Relax Healer, it is simply a message."

The old man peered in the direction of the voice, "Greeting, I am Lors and I carry word from the Lady. The council must be alerted to a serious breach of security. The proof can be found in a place were few return from, there will be a beacon. I regret to inform you I will be late in returning. Something strange has been calling and it imperative that I investigated. Farewell for now." When the mirror finished talking it faded out of sight.

"You are far more trouble than the stories I've heard of your father. You know a Summoner?"

"I can't explain," Shade replied, he had walked over to Neville and lifted his sleeve slightly. He had heard a faint heartbeat from Neville after the mirror had disappeared. Neville's vine pulsed with energy each time his heart beat, it was keeping his body alive.

"What are you doing to Mr. Longbottom Mr. Potter? Leave him alone."

"He's not dead exactly, just in a coma."

The Healer jumped up at the statement and run a wand over Neville. "I don't understand, I know he was dead."

"It is not my place to tell another's secret, I will be taking him."

"No you will not Mr. Potter, he is my patient."

"There is nothing you can do for him, and he will be poked and prodded until his secret comes out. You have no right, he is not sick or injured."

"I am a trained healer, and therefore a better candidate."

"I wasn't aware there was an election, you are a fine healer but if he is here his secret will come out."

"Is he a-"

"No."

"I can understand not wanting his secrets to come out but if there is nothing I can do,"

"There's not. Now, you cannot tell anyone I am a Vampyre."

"There are people that can help you."

"I need no help and if you tell anyone there will be horrible consequences for the both of us. My kin and your Ministry will not take kindly to it becoming public."

"I am protected by Green Magic young man, threats will do you no good."

"I am not threatening you good Healer, but my kin wouldn't react well at all. That's why I need an oath that you won't tell anyone, so it can never slip, you can tell no one."

"Dumbledore?"

"Meddles to much for his own good and you didn't tell him your suspicions in the first place, you must have a reason."

"True enough, I, Poppy Pomfrey, swear on my will never to reveal Harry James Potter is of the Vampyri race, unless he gives me leave to."

"Thank you Healer, I owe you two favors, I will do what is within my power to grant them as long as they aren't unreasonable. You do not have to decide now, and if you die without using them I will allow them to pass on to your children."

"That is generous."

"I am grateful that you didn't tell anyone, it would have spoil all the fun."

"Are you going to kill any students?"

"I'm surprised you can ask that question so calmly, but no I don't. You are aware that Voldemort attempted to steal the Philosopher's Stone by possessing Quirell aren't' you?"

"Yes, Dumbledore was foolish to do such a thing, in a school no less."

"I was just wondering. Did any of the Myst siblings come to visit?"

"Yes all four of them everyday since the both of you have been in here along with over half the students in the school, all bringing some goodie, the Weasley twins brought a toilet seat which I confiscated. And a cat has been coming to visit Ms. Myst everyday at twelve noon and midnight."

Shade walked over to Neville and put his hand on the prone boy's forehead. Neville disappeared, bed and all, Shade seemed to flicker for a moment, and Poppy blinked at the odd form of travel.

"You are one large surprise Mr Potter."

Shade returned to his bed and browsing over the pile of gifts. He pulled out a book and a couple blood pops and jumped back onto his bed, cracking open the book and sticking the pop in his mouth.

"You should replace the bed Neville was on and get rid of the chains on this one," His words were somewhat garbled.

Poppy did what Shade suggested, "I'm going to bed now, if you need me just call." The Healer retreated into her office, overwhelmed by the encounter.

Shade sat on the bed happily sucking away on the blood pop, pleased that his heritage would be safe for another day.

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Lors returned to the circle, "It is done Silver."

"Thank you Lors, you may go now," The mirror disappeared with a small pop.

"Neville, its time to wake up."

The sleeping Gryffindor's vines didn't move, Silver waved her hand and the vines parted. Neville blinked at Silver sleepily and rolled over onto his back, eyes squinting at her "Go way, sleepy." Returning him to life would be a bit more complicated with him laying down, but Silver was confidant that she could. Silver walked over to him raised an open hand and hit the boy hard on the chest. "Oomph," Neville seemed to freeze, but after a few seconds he burst into green sparkly smoke along with his vine.

Silver stood looking at the place Neville had been laying for a few minutes and when he didn't reappear a pleased smile appeared. She willed her scythe to her back and set off in the direction the odd pull was coming from. Someone was calling her.

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A.N.

Hello everyone next chap up quick huh? I have been trying to update quickly lately. My beta is still on vacation so this chap is unbetaed.

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