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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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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This Chapter

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Harry Potter sat in the infirmary reading a book when Albus Dumbledore came to visit him.

"How are you feeling Mr. Potter?"

"Better Headmaster, how are the others? Madam Pomfrey didn't tell me."

"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, and Mr. Longbottom are fine."

"What about Ana?"

"Ms. Myst has been drained of all her magic. I believe she tried to heal Mr. Weasley after setting up a difficult shield to protect them both and it proved to much for her magic. I am unsure when she will wake, Madam Pomfrey believes that it will be at least a month."

"Oh, what happened to the stone?"

"Nicolas and I decided it would be safer if it was destroyed."

"But if Mr. Flamel doesn't have the Elixir of Life he'll die."

"You are correct Harry, he has enough to finish his final affairs, then he will pass. Death is the

next great adventure."

Both sat in silence for a while, then Shade spoke, "Why did Voldemort come after me? I mean after all he's done, how did I stop him?"

"I will tell you when your ready Harry, but that time has not yet passed. It was your mother sacrificing her life that saved you, her love for you protected you from Voldemort. Now Harry it is time I stop pestering you, I'm sure you need your rest."

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It was two more days before Shade was released from the hospital wing, and once he entered the Rooms it was chaotic. All of the sisters were incredibly worried about Silver and it took him several minutes before he could tell what he knew, which was very little.

"Silver is still injured, but she will be fine by the time school's out. Voldemort is dead and the stone was destroyed."

Shade waved the sisters away and once they were gone he held his hand near his leg. The stone fragment crept out of his thigh and fell down his pants to the thickly carpeted floor. He bent over and picked up the stone shard examining it closely, the main stone had been a dull red, it was now a shade of fresh blood. Irked at his own stupidity he made a mental note never to put a stone with unknown properties into his body/blood. He was lucky he hadn't poisoned himself or worse and now, in all likelihood the stone's properties changed to a complete unknown.

Making a grasping motion towards the floor with the hand not holding the Philosophers Stone, Shade turned his palm up. Liquid rock swirled gracefully up to meet his empty palm through the plush carpet. The liquid stone in his palm gathered into a thick ring, Shade stared at it for a while and slowly it became more wearable. It thinned out somewhat, it also gained sides, leaving a square void in the middle that ran all the way around the ring.

Shade released his hold on the liquid stone and it disappeared into the floor, and back to the stones of Hogwarts. Only the ring and a square of clear quartz remained in his hand. He put the Philosophers Stone in the hand with the ring and the quartz block and concentrate on it.

The Philosophers Stone was unlike any stone he had come into contact with. It hummed with magical energy and it gave Shade a feeling of great power. Nonetheless it was a stone and Potters' ruled stones, slowly it conformed to his wish. It turned into a red puddle and slithered into the void of the ring, filling it halfway. The quarts was next and it made a thin layer over the blood red stone, acting as a dampener from any outside magic as well as suppressing the aura of the stone. The final product was quite handsome, on either edge thick band of black and in the middle blood red, then quartz layer barely visible. Shade slipped it onto his left middle finger, quite pleased with his work.

He then sighed, it got so boring without Silver around. Thinking of which she would scold him if he didn't get something productive done, 'what to do, what to do?' Shade decided finding out about his properties in the Wizarding World would be productive enough. He went to his room and gathered a quill and a piece of parchment, he sat down and began a letter to Gringotts Bank.

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A small group of fourteen students sat in a secluded nook of the Hogwarts' Library, basic privacy spells abound curtsey of Tonks. It was late in the afternoon of a Saturday, the day after Shade had gotten out of the hospital, the Library was nearly empty. A cluster of tables pushed together making one long rectangular one, Shade sat at its head with the others down either side. The seat opposite Shade was empty, showing the lack of Silver's presence.

"What's this about Shade? Where's Silver? We've heard loads of rumors about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Flamel's Philosophers Stone." Tonks asked concernedly, she had grown somewhat, fond of her Runes tutor.

"Silver is alright, she drained her magic healing Ronald Weasley and is now in a coma." The lie rolled off Shade's lip with great ease, a look at the others present showed that they believed him, somewhat. All at the table seem mildly surprised, they had heard rumors but not to that extent.

"How is that possible? We saw her heal her hand with great ease." Theo asked, unhappy with Shade's answer.

Raine spoke up, "Healing someone else is different, its much harder and takes more magic." The sisters had been receiving basis lessons in healing from Silver. They could heal basic scratches anything beyond that was beyond them.

"I doubt that Weasley was hurt that badly." Daphne Greenglass said sounding very doubtful.

"She put an advanced ward over herself and Weasley." The group seemed to accept Shade's reply.

"And what about the Stone and You-Know-Who," Susan asked nonchalantly, but there was fear in her eyes.

"Voldemort," all at the table filched, "possessed Quirell and tried to steal the stone, only the last obstacle, Dumbledore's, stopped him. Then I came in, he caught me with ropes, and left me alone while he tried to get the stone, and after a few more minutes of unsuccessful trying he magiced me in front of the huge mirror, Dumbledore's obstacle. Somehow the mirror gives me the stone, Voldemort," a shudder, "senses it or something, and I try to escape. Quirell grabs me, I pushed him away and where I touched Quirell, his face and hand, started to turn to dust. He made another grab for me but turned into dust before he could. Then Voldemort's," another shudder, "soul or whatever flies through me, felt like he took a chuck of magic, then I passed out. Dumbledore said it was my mother love that protected me, but I'm doubtful."

Silence reigned at the table for at least ten minutes, the students absorbing the fact that the most feared Dark Lord since Grindwald was attempting to return and almost had.

"What will happen now?" Morag MacDougal broke the silence looking unsure of himself, "Will the ministry search for his spirit? How would they deal with it? Dealing with the spirit would fall under Mediums or Necromancers, and there are only a few Mediums in the whole of England, and there has been a Necromancer born in hundreds of years."

The purebloods of the group gave strangled chokes of laughter. "Nothing will be done, if Dumbledore even suggested to Fudge that the Dark Lord was trying to return the Headmaster would become the laughing stock of England." Cwen's voice was harsh to the muggleborns' ears.

"You can't be serious, the Ministry has got to do something about it." The Ravenclaw boy said disbelievingly.

"Its all rumors, Dumbledore has little proof and what he does have will get him into trouble. Admitting to keeping the Stone at Hogwarts wouldn't end well at all."

"That's it, Voldemort's attempt will be reduced to rumors?"

"Yes, unfortunately there is nothing we can to about it."

"Shade you said the Headmaster said it was your mother's sacrifice that saved you? It doesn't make sense, many mother's died protecting their children during You-Know-Who's War. He isn's telling the truth, or at least not all of it." Lisa Turpin said ending another short silence.

"Why would the Headmaster lie?" Susan Bones asked, disliking the Ravenclaw's statement.

Morag jumped to Turpin's defense, "She's not saying the Headmaster has bad intentions, he might not even know everything."

"What I'd like to know is why Shade gathered us here in a somewhat public place, why not in the Rooms or somewhere else private?" Theo questioned, curious of Shade's motive's.

All eyes turned to the Slytherin in question, he sighed and put his hand on his chin. "For protection, I don't want any of you to feel pressured by what I ask, or threatened when I do."

"Which is why we are meeting in public," Theo interrupted.

Shade nodded, "When Voldemort comes back, I have no doubt he will, I will undoubtably be on the top of his 'to kill list.' So even now I must be careful whom I befriend, and I cannot trust easily."

"So you want to be sure none of us join the Dark Lord, you probably want us to swear an oath." Cwen spoke bluntly as usual.

"Correct, on your life."

"That seems like a bit of overkill." Tonks commented

"I have every intention of dying of old age"

"What will Silver think of this?"

"Her's was the only family that didn't join Voldemort during the war."

"True enough."

"What would the oath entail?"

"Swearing not to purposely aid Voldemort, ever."

"That is acceptable to me." Cwen swore the oath.

After nearly an hour of heated argument, about if the oath was too great, all had sworn to it. The group of students disbanded, determined to enjoy their weekend.

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Silver spent every day and night traveling, catching cat naps here and there. She had yet to meet any resistence in her travels, other creature, being, etc., suspiciously absent from the area.

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It had been almost two months since Silver was thrown into death by Voldemort using unknown means.

Floating over the pond that lay in front of her Silver barely dodge a bolt of blue crackling energy. She turned and lashed out with her air blades in retaliation, the blades were easily dispersed and a cloud of white smoke obscured her vision. Two quick rune sequences later the smoke turned transparent, and a clear shield surrounded her from all angles.

Her attacker, a middle-aged man, stood on a floating platform near shore staring at her with madness in his brown eyes. A cloak obscured all but his face and short white hair.

A word from the man snapped her shield and she could feel the power in it wash over her.

"Who are you, pet? Why did someone cast you so deep?" His voice was deep and warm.

Silver eyed the man warily, that bolt could of killed her, or at least the closest you can come to dying in death. If someone sustained to much damage their soul would return to its most basic state, energy. If an enemy was strong enough they could destroy it. If the soul escaped they were drawn to the Final Pond, forced to enter it and disappeared. The Final Pond was a place where spirits could go, presumably to the next existence, if their was one, no one really knew. State of existence portals, more commonly known as Ponds, took you to various levels of Death. The Final Pond looked just like the others, the only difference was no one had ever come back from it.

"Ana."

"Nice to meet you pet, my names Jodegee, whom did you annoy?" Silver stayed silent.

"Not one for conversation pet? No matter." The man threw another blue bolt at her which she ducked under. Soon a great number of colored bolts were thrown at her and Silver was having a difficult time dodging. A red streamer clipped her and hand and Silver let out a howl, within a few seconds her entire right arm had disenigrated. Realizing that Jodegee was far out of her league she flew in the direction of the pull, hoping to the Reaper that whoever was calling cared enough to protect her.

Jodegee was following her closely, occasionally throwing various colored bolts, Silver in turn left rune trap that were quickly disabled by Jodegee. The man chased her for two days, he was quickly becoming tired of the game, and the speed of his platform increased, as did the amount of attacks. When he was nearly upon Silver she gave a desperate mental plea in the direction of the pull.

Chains sprung up around Silver only to be blocked by an invisible force. It encircled her and she disappeared.

Jodegee made a vexed sound, 'I really wanted to keep that one too.'

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It had been nearly a month since Shade had written a simple letter to Gringotts requesting any account activity on everything in the Potter Vault(s) in the last twenty years. In response Coppertooth, the Potter Account manger, set him a small bag that had arrived at breakfast. He opened it when he returned to the rooms and was amazed at the sheer amount of paperwork. The bag's interior had been increased tenfold and Shade carefully removed it when he returned to his room. As Shade worked through the paperwork it became apparent that it was poorly organized.

It had taken four weeks to organize the mess and begin to make sense of it. Someone had been stealing thousands of galleons, or at least there were money transfers that he hadn't authorized. At first he thought that Phoenix Corp. was the one receiving the money, but the account bounced the money back to the Potter account. Or at least it was supposed to, the bounced back money disappeared before it returned to his account. Someone was stealing from him and Shade wasn't about to let them get away with it.

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Silver woke slowly and stretched languidly opening her eyes she looked at her right arm. There was no trace it had ever been tampered with. Silver looked around, not sure what she would find. She was laying in a very familiar bed, a familiar smell tickled her nose.

"Good Morning Ana."

Silver sat up quickly and peered at the woman who spoke to her. Brown curly shoulder length hair framed her face nicely and silver eyes peered at her, filled with love.

"Mother?"

"In a sense darling, I am an imprint left behind by your Mother before she moved on. You know that all Vampyri, with the exception of you, are almost instantly drawn to the Last Pond as soon as they die."

"You're real, I'm not dreaming?"

"No my darling, but we much to talk about, our race is in great danger once again. During Voldemort's first rise he organized the False Vampires, had he not fallen it is very possible that our race would have been destroyed utterly within the next ten years. But he did fall and the filth fell into disarray, but as you know he is trying to return. If he does, and the Vampyri are prepared, we will fall. Even now the false blooded are gaining some semblance of governing, they saw the power they when organized."

"What part do I play?"

"You are the only Vampyri alive that is my childe by birth, and I am the only childe by birth of Silverblood, the First. You are the only one who can lead our people."

"I am far to young mother, I would never be considered a candidate. I would be banished before I could make my claim publicly."

"You are the only choice daughter, even if you are inexperienced."

"Then how do you propose I go about it?"

"You much go to the City enter the castle and make your way the Hall and speak your claim."

"I will do what you suggest Mother."

"Good darling, you are the chosen of Silverblood. Now what has happen in your life since I died."

A month was spent talking and becoming reacquainted with each other, they were some of the happiest of Silver's life.

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"Did Raven ever tell you the reason for our hatred for the False Blooded?"

"No, I only know bits and pieces."

"Silverblood, Fayit by those who know her, had five childe, she bore me, Narn, and turn four others, Krit, Ont, Nari, and Lenko. Long ago humans learned of our power and became jealous. A group captured two of Lenko's grandchildren, Prin and Lin. Lenko's bloodline was still very young and small, only 700 years and 7 members strong. The Humans holding them were powerful mages. Lenko's only great grandchilde, Krin, Prin's son, tried to rescue them and was captured also. The last grandchilde was lured and captured, then Lenko's only childe, Epi, and his mate, Sion. Lenko was captured after she received a threat that all her family would be killed if she didn't show up and surrender. Your grandmother, Fayit, learned of the captured a day after Lenko was captured, she found the note that was sent. By the time she, along with hundreds of others, arrived at the group's headquarters it was too late by a day. The human's had preformed a ritual that was supposed to grant themselves all the power's of those they captured. They drained the blood of their captives and used it in the ritual, which is why we call them False Blooded."

"All of those captured, all of Lenko's bloodline, was sacrificed in a faulty ritual. The Ritual of the First Deaths, as it is now known, created the common mortal's perception of Vampires. Their senses are too enhanced, they cannot stand sunlight, and if they enter it they burst into flames, their sense of smell was increased twenty fold, so they cannot stand any strong smell like garlic. They also were far weaker than any Vampyre, but still stronger than a human, but with a single bite they infected anyone who they fed on and left to live. Unlike any Vampyri, who can chose who they turn."

"Before the Ritual it was unknown if any Vampyre could die, none had ever before. Few of the Vampyri race had ever experienced the death of a loved one, and the few who had had been turned. The entirety of the race was infuriated by the death of the seven and swore eternal vengeance on the seven humans who had. But alas the seven who turned into the first Vampires fled in different directions and turn ever human they came upon. The filth spread and before long it was to late to stop it. There were too few Vampyri too fight, but we killed all who we found."

"War was declared upon the Vampires, as they named themselves, mimicking our own. It took thousand of years for them to strike back, most had no desire to fight under someone. The first battle our races fought went badly for both sides but worse for the Vampires. Three thousand years ago, we fought in the largest battle to date, Fayit killed the seven that had killed the Lenko line. The Vampires cast a backlash curse so if they were all killed their killer would die as well, Fayit died.

The death of the First angered us even further, I took up my mother's stead and we fought on. Around a hundred eighty years ago we had killed enough of their commanders that they fell back into disarray. Only when Voldemort appeared twenty years ago the Vampires reorganized themselves to fight, or at least the ones in Britain. Their rebellion was crushed when Voldemort fell from power, but I died. I was careless and enraged with the death of my mate, your father. The filth managed to ambush me and cut me down."

"When our race doesn't have a ruler born from the first we weaken as a whole. It was first noticed when Fayit fell, and I assume it was noticed again when I died. It is one reason why you must take your place as rightful leader of our people."

"What are our beginnings mother?"

"As a race? No one knows for sure but our lore says that when the humans were becoming to plentiful the Goddesses of Death and life created Fayit. She became the predator of humans, the first Vampyre. Eventually she became lonely and bore a child, me, and later turned others. Our race grew great in power, none could stand against us. But then Lenko and her children were killed, and our race has been weakening since then."

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"It is time to leave darling." Silver's mother said suddenly one afternoon.

"Why Mother?"

"You're forgetting yourself, your life, do you remember Shade?"

"Who?"

"Shade, and all the sisters, Voldemort, Jodegee."

Silver sat quietly at for many minutes staring through her mother, frowning. She shook her head several times and blinked.

"Thank you Mother, I have been here far too long if the Forgetfulness is affecting me."

Spending too much time in death could result in forgetting the world of the living, making the dead far more carefree for the most part. Its also why many spirits and souls never return to the world of the living.

Silver's mother smiled at her, "Go to sleep darling, you will be back when you wake."

Silver felt her eyes growing heavy, "Goodbye mother, I love you." With that Silver drifted off to sleep and back into life.

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Silver woke with a strangled gasp for air, her entire body felt stiff and sore. Opening her eyes a little she winced at the low light in the hospital wing. She sat up stiffly and put her feet on the floor, the hospital gown easily reaching her ankles. She managed to take a couple steps before stumbling, sighing she started to float above the floor a few inches. Cutting her finger with a tooth a little a drop of blood hit the floor, the wound healed slowly. She disappeared from the Hospital Wing and reappeared in the alleys of the slums of London. She floated off quickly in search of a suitable dinner.

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The sun was just rising when she returned to Hogwarts, feeling much better. She fell into her bed and drifted off to sleep.

When Poppy entered to check on her patients she noticed Silver's change of position and hurried over to check on her. Poppy gave a sigh of relief, Silver had come out of her coma and returned to sleeping normally.

"Mip," she called softly.

A small pop later there was a house elf dressed in a tea towel, "How can Mip serve Popsy?"

"Tell Dumbledore that Ana Myst will be waking within the hour."

"Yes Miss Popsy," the house elf disappeared with a pop. Poppy returned to her office to update all of her files.

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Shade entered the Hospital Wing as soon as he felt Silver's presence, but he just missed her. He disappeared back to the Rooms and paced waiting for her to return, when she did he sat by her bedside until Poppy came out of her office.

He disappeared back to the Rooms library and got dressed in fresh robes.

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Silver blinked her eyes sleepily as she felt a strong magical presence approach her.

"Good morning Ms. Myst, how are you feeling?"

"Tired and hungry, Headmaster." Silver winced at the state of her voice, horridly scratchy from disuse.

"Simple things with simple solutions. Socks," a house elf popped in bowing low next to Dumbledore.

"Good morning Socks, would you find Ms. Myst a selection of suitable personal house-elves from the Dumbledore estate? They will be bonding to Ms. Myst, so ensure all are aware of the fact. Have simple breakfast made as well, she has not eaten anything but nutrient potion for the past month."

Socks repeated his previous bow and popped out.

"Think of it as apology for the incident with the Stone, I trust you will treat the elf well?" He said the last part a shade hesitantly, not sure what to expect.

"Of course Headmaster, there is no reason to abuse house-elves in the first place." The Headmaster gave a sigh of relief. By accepting the gift of a house-elf she forgave the fact she was injured because of his actions.

"It is refreshing to hear that statement from a young pureblood."

"Far too many purebloods live in the past, and yet we have lost so much to time. Knowledge should not be so restricted, lest we want to steal from our children and grandchildren and so forth."

"True, but already we have fallen behind the muggles in many things from what I hear. It frightens most of the old blood, even if they don't know it. It would take a revolution to make the common wizard become aware of even the most basic muggle things."

"If something is not done soon it will only end in a great deal of bloodshed."

Any further conversation was interrupted by many loud pops, no less than fourteen elves besides Socks, who was caring a tray of food, popped in, all wearing pillowcases with an embroidered D and a little bumblebee.

The Headmaster stood, withdrew a bright blue pointed hat from his pocket and spoke to the elves , "I give this hat to whichever elf Ms. Myst chooses." He placed the hat at the foot of Silver's bed.

"I will leave you to make your selection Ms. Myst." The Headmaster walked out the door of the hospital wing and disappeared from sight.

The tray that Socks was holding disappeared and reappeared in Silver's lap perfectly balanced on the rails of the bed.

"Socks will leave Miss to her choosing." Socks disappeared as soon as he finished talking.

Silver glared at the elves standing before her a few shifted nervously at her attention.

"All of you have come here because the Headmaster is gifting me with a house-elf, I am going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them honestly, understand?"

The house-elves nodded solemnly. Silver ate several spoonfuls of soup before continuing.

"Who among you came here to impress the Headmaster?" Five of the elves raised their hands, "You may leave now if you raised your hand," the in question elves popped out.

"Who among you want this job more than anything," all but two of the elves raised their hands. "Both of the elves who didn't raise their hand leave," Silver paused as they popped away.

"I assume that house-elves go through some sort of training so they know how to do any task, therefore if you have not completed you house-elf training pop away now." Four of the elves popped away, leaving three.

"Tell me you name, your favorite thing to do, and what the most important thing to for your master is."

"Jin will go first, Jin name is Jin, Jin likes to do laundry and working hard is most important thing." A small green elf stepped forward and spoke timidly.

"Mapy is Mapy's name, I like to organize books, and knowing what master wanting is important." Mapy, from the tone of his voice was a male, spoke quietly.

"Elm is this elf's name. Elm likes to work hard. Keeping master's secrets." Elm was quiet but assertive, and she didn't flinch under Silver's glare.

"Elm I would like to speak to you alone, Jin, Mapy you may leave," Two pops, "Elm why do you want to serve me?"

"The mate of Elm died in cooking accident, everything at Master's Manor reminds Elm of mate. Elm wants to leave and go somewhere new. Elm will work very hard for Miss Myst. But Elm has something to tell Miss Myst, Elm will be having elf kittlings soon." Silver blinked at the news, Elm had looked a bit chubby.

"That's fine Elm, will bonding now affect your kittlings?"

"No Miss," Elm picked up the hat that the headmaster had left behind.

"Elm is ready, Elm willingly offers herself in service to Ana Myst,"

"I accept your offer," Silver said quietly. A burst of magic left both and mixed between them an ethereal line connect the two, once it disappeared Silver felt no different.

"Can Elm get Mistress anything?"

"No Elm, thank you, you may do what you wish for now," the pudgy elf popped away. Silver wiped up the last of the soup with a piece of bread, surprised how quickly she had finished off breakfast. She laid back on the pillow and went to sleep.

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A.N. Hello everyone, like the chappy? Don't? Review!

You guys were awesome last chapter, thirteen reviews! I was to reach the sixty mark, my dazzling readers.

Chapter 13 thanks:

The Mysterious Nobody, ladykind, The-Resident, Tsukiyomi-chan, Fire and Napalm, critic unknown, SakuraWolf11, Evergreen Spectre, LackofColorHere, Tobang, Azuresky123, bandgesecurityaw, LucyferPheonixMalfoy.

Jodegee is pronounced jode(rhymes with code) - gee (rhymes with me)

The history lesson went well, you don't have to memorize their names though.

It took longer than usual to update cause I betaed the entire story

My school starts soon, eleventh grade, half done with High School. I will continue to write but the updates may be slower.